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 Justin's Spanking

   12-year-old Justin finds himself in serious trouble when he learns that
his dad has left work early to meet him at home to address his poor school
performance following another call from his teacher.  After receiving the
worst spanking of his young life, his dad, Tom, decides that he has been
too easy on Justin and his 15-year old brother, Nic.  When the boy's mom
leaves for a weekend girls' trip, their dad takes things to the next level
only to find something in his boy's he never expected.

   Story Codes: Mb, Mt, pedo, spank, nc, mast, oral, anal, humil, diaper



   WARNING: The following story is fiction, describing sexual encounters
between preadolescents and adults.  You are not authorized to read this
story if reading such material is illegal based on your age or location. 
The author does not condone or encourage sexual contact between adults and
children just as a "murder mystery" writer does not condone murder.  Please
consider this fictional story as a tool to channel pedophilic desires in a
manner safe for everyone.

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   A dreadful ride home

   It was just before 3 o'clock in the afternoon when his cell phone
vibrated to broadcast the presence of a new message.  Thinking it was
probably his best friend, he decided it could wait until the bell rang to
begin a virtual countdown clock.  Justin had less than 10 minutes to finish
packing his backpack and make it onto bus number 11 for the ride home. 
Normally this was more than enough time, but his swollen bladder demanded
his immediate attention prior to embarking on a 35-minute bus ride.  While
a quick stop by the boy's room was a requirement, he knew the bus driver,
Mr.  Stephens, wouldn't wait.  He had pushed the limit a few too many times
this school year not to mention last year.  Missing the bus again wasn't an
option.  Not only would he be stranded at school until his mom got off work
around 5pm, he would certainly have to endure yet another lecture about
being an irresponsible 12-year-old.  Not fun.  Besides, he seemed to
remember his mom saying something about leaving work early to finish
packing for a weekend trip with her sisters.  He didn't really know but
thought to himself -- maybe he should pay better attention to this kind of
thing.

   Having answered the call of nature, he bolted onto the bus just as the
doors were beginning to close.  Mr.  Stephens, gave the tardy boy a raised
eyebrow to indicate his displeasure.  Not being a man of many words, his
facial expressions communicated all that needed to be said.  Justin began
his journey through the narrow aisle to the back row to take his place of
honor in the most coveted seat on the bus.  With the advantage of great
views, the primary value rest in the fact that it was far enough back to
avoid Mr.  Stephens' prying eyes as he glanced into the large mirror
mounted above his head.  Justin knew the seat would be waiting because he
was one of the few sixth graders among mostly 4th and 5th graders on the
bus.  Besides his best friend Jacob always managed to make it to the bus
early and secure the seat for them both.  Justin swung his heavy backpack
off his right shoulder as it landed on the floor with a thud.  He threw his
head back and took a deep breath as his lungs cried out for more air
following his sprint from the boy's restroom.  He turned his head to Jacob
and offered his usual bright smile.

   Justin's mother describes him as a happy go lucky spirit because he
often has a smile on his face and prioritizes fun over most anything. 
Sometimes to the dismay of his parents.  While they enjoy his humor and
light-hearted approach to life's challenges, they want him to grow up a bit
and demonstrate some level of interest in becoming a young man.  Justin
disagreed.  He is happy to continue his carefree lifestyle for as long as
possible.  Perhaps his boyish personality is partly a reflection of his
boyish physique.  While most of his classmates have started their growth
spurt, he stands under 5 feet [1.5 m] and just over 80 lbs [36 kg].  His
round boyish face is framed by light brown hair that he wears in a
disheveled style appearing in need of a brush.  His hazel eyes sparkle like
a bubbly wine.  His nose and lips are perfectly smooth and proportioned
with features more often found in a child of 10 rather than a boy
approaching puberty.  While he may be a year or two away from this
transformation, you wouldn't guess it by looking at his small frame adorned
by a black Star Wars t-shirt, stone washed jeans, and neon pink sport
shoes.

   Having caught his breath, he looked over to Jacob and said, "I didn't
even have time to read your text." Jacob returned a puzzled look and
slightly shook his head, as he remarked "I didn't text you --.  maybe it
was Madison." Curious, Justin pulled his cell phone from his pocket and
wrinkled his brow when he noticed the text was from his father.  This was
highly unusual for this time of day.  His dad was generally consumed by his
work and off limits for all but serious emergencies.  "It's from my dad,"
Justin replied opening the message with a bit of apprehension.

   "You on the bus?" the message read.  Still looking puzzled, Justin was
now concerned that almost 15 minutes had passed without a response.  His
dad wasn't known for his patience and often reminded Justin that the
purpose of his phone wasn't to keep up his active social agenda, but to be
available to his parents.  He typed a quick reply, "yes sir, just left
school" and hit send, curious why his dad was asking.  Almost 4 minutes
later, he still hadn't received a reply which was beginning to feel like an
eternity.  Jacob could see that his normally playful friend, suddenly
turned serious as he asked, "What's up?" Justin shrugged his shoulders as
he continued to stare at the small screen when it finally jumped to life
with a series of dots to indicate his father was typing a response.  "Good.
I'm on my way home and should get there about the same time you do." Justin
continued to stare at his phone  -" now noticing his own heartbeat while
his mind tried to make sense of his dad's unusual behavior.  Thoughts began
to race into his consciousness.  "Could something bad have happened?" he
thought.  He recalled getting pulled from school in the third grade when
his grandfather died of a heart attack.  His thoughts immediately turned to
his mom as he sent a reply.  "Why r u coming home early" he typed.  The
reply came back quickly as he forced himself to take a long breath
realizing he had been holding it.  "We need to talk" his dad replied.  That
was no help at all!  Justin needed more information for his own sanity and
typed "dad your scaring me!  what's up?" The reply didn't come back
immediately, which left the boy on edge.  When it did pop up, he could see
the reason for the delay.  It was a lengthy message and his dad wasn't as
quick at typing on a small keyboard as he was.  He read intently as he
filtered out the many distractions on the noisy bus.

   "Your mom got a call from your teacher today.  She said you are still
not focusing on your school work and not turning in homework assignments.
We've talked about this and it hasn't helped." Without looking up, Justin
felt a glimmer of relief that no-one was hurt or dead, but it was quickly
replaced by a sinking feeling deep in his stomach.  This meant that his dad
was coming home from work early to punish him.  He closed his eyes and sat
still with his head held low.  Jacob could clearly see Justin's anxiety and
with a look of genuine concern asked, "What is it dude?  What the hell is
going on?" Justin looked up with an ashen color on his face and whispered,
"It's my dad -- He's coming home from work cause I'm in trouble." As
expected, his friend quickly asked, "for what?" Justin kept his voice low
to prevent other kids from hearing his business, "My mom got a call from
the school today.  I'm guessing Ms.  Williams is talking bullshit about me
not doing my work." With a puzzled look on this face, Jacob asked "So why
would your dad come home for that?  Wouldn't your mom just yell at you
about it?" Justin looked at his best friend as he fought back tears and
offered, "No.  I've already been in trouble for this, so now it's a big
deal."

   Jacob looked over with disapproval and complained "Aww man, your gonna
get grounded and we're supposed to camp out in my back yard this weekend",
thinking mostly about how he was impacted by his friend's mishap.  Justin
gently shook his head and said "No.  My dad wouldn't come home from work
early to ground me." With a confused look, Jacob asked, "So what then?",
but Justin didn't offer a response.  "What!?" Jacob exclaimed as he failed
to understand his buddy's demeanor.  Justin looked him straight in the
face, leaned in close, and quietly barked, "What do you think!?"

   His friend contemplated the options and then his eyes widened with
surprise as he leaned back toward Justin and replied, "You don't get
spankings, do you?" Justin gently shook his head to indicate that his guess
was spot on.  "Holy crap!" Jacob offered.  "Are you serious?" Again, Justin
shook his head as his friend offered, "I haven't had a spanking since I was
like 7 or something.  That's total bullshit!  You're way too old for that."
Then he thought for a second, and added "At least it will be over with, and
we can probably still campout this weekend.  Besides, how bad can it be?"
trying to focus on the bright side.  Justin look down at the floor in front
of him with a somber look on his face.  His friend's attempt to help wasn't
working.  He didn't get it.

   "Ok, here's what you do," Jacob offered.  "You keep your shit together;
let your dad bitch you out; take your licks; maybe spring a few tears; and
tell him that you know you screwed up.  Follow that with a promise that you
will take your school work serious and it won't be a problem anymore. 
Boom! You're done." Justin didn't seem to have an appreciation for his
friend's advice given that it wasn't his ass that would be burning hot
within the hour.  He sat with his head in his hands as he contemplated the
inevitable.  He felt as if he had rocks in his gut, and really wanted to
cry, but barely managed to maintained control.  He didn't want his friend
to see him break down, but more so, he couldn't allow these 4th and 5th
graders watch it happen.  He began to rehearse his arrival in his mind. 
"Would dad already be home waiting?  Would he be pissed?  Will he use his
hand, the paddle, or belt?"

   He took in a deep breath followed by a long exhale as he attempted to
calm his nerves, then suddenly mumbled, "Oh shit!" With his eyes shut
tight, he contemplated yet another serious problem.  He was wearing the
wrong underwear!  His dad has strict rules for he and his older brother,
and one of those is choice of underwear.  To maintain control over his
boys, Justin's dad dictated details such as clothing, media choices, and
even required his older brother to ask permission to masturbate.  Justin
wasn't supposed to know about that, but he overheard his brother asking on
more than one occasion.  Sometimes he practically begged his dad.  He
couldn't be sure but suspected that sometimes his request was denied only
to have dad do it for him.  Nonetheless, any infraction was met with
serious consequences including groundings, extra chores, humiliation, or
spankings.  The last time he got caught wearing the wrong underwear, his
dad required him to come straight home from school and wait in his room
until he arrived.  He then proceeded to remove every piece of clothing the
boy was wearing and then required him to hang with the family naked until
bedtime.  Justin realized that he was wearing his grey trunks with navy
blue and red trim.  His dad's expectation is that he and his brother are
only allowed to wear "whitie tightie" briefs unless they do something
exceptional to earn a day without the throwback undergarments.  Justin
began to develop a plan.  He could only hope to get home before his dad and
quickly change into his briefs and then get dressed again.  For the
remaining 10-minute bus ride he sat on pins and needles until they pulled
into his neighborhood.  He stood and peered out the bus windows which
earned him a glare from Mr.  Stephens for leaving his seat while the bus
was in motion.  Slowly lowering his butt closer to his seat, he was
relieved to see that his dad's car wasn't in the driveway.  "Yes!" he said
aloud looking over at Jacob who had a confused look on his face.  "My dad's
not home yet," he offered without explanation.

   As soon as the bus came to a stop, Justin jumped from his seat, grabbed
his backpack, and headed down the aisle without even saying goodbye to his
friend.  He was solely focused on getting his underwear changed before his
dad got home.  He ran up to the house which was empty because his brother
didn't get out of school for another 10 minutes.  He pulled his key from a
chain around his neck, opened the door, dropped his backpack, and sprinted
upstairs to his room.  Before he even made it to the door, he was
unbuttoning his jeans.  He sat on his bed, yanked his pink shoes from both
feet without taking time to untie them.  Unzipping his fly, he yanked his
pants to the floor leaving them bundled at his feet.  He gripped his
underwear with both hands and yanked them to his ankles in one swift motion
while stepping out of them and tossing the grey trunks onto his unmade bed.
He reached over to his dresser and opened his underwear drawer and grabbed
a pair of white Fruit of the Loom briefs with a dotted blue stripe around
the waistband.  He sat back on his bed and loaded his right foot into the
leg hole followed by his left.  Extending both legs straight out he pulled
them up over his knees as he stood up quickly to wiggle them onto his hips.
He was almost there, when he got a glimpse of movement in his peripheral
vision.  His dad was standing in the doorway of his room watching the
underwear acrobatics.  Justin froze in place as if the room suddenly
experienced subzero temperatures with his hands still gripping both sides
of his briefs.  His labored breathing abruptly stopped as his face became
flush with fright.

   Justin and his brother, Nic, were intimidated by their old man.  Not a
particularly large man, he stood about 5' 11" [1.8 m] and slightly
overweight.  More than his stature, it was his authoritative manner and
serious attitude that established his dominance in the family.  His
personality was very different from his two sons, especially Justin's
melancholy view of life.  Tom made it more than 40 years without a sense of
humor and didn't see the need to make any adjustments now.  He loved his
boys like any good father should, but his parenting style was largely
shaped by fear.  Being raised in a large family of mostly boys he witnessed
firsthand the mischief acts and general bullshit that occurred when boys
were left unbridled.  His dad left when he was young, and his mother never
stood a chance.  He and his brothers mostly came and went as they pleased
and did pretty much anything they wanted.  He was lucky that he hadn't
ended up in prison or dead as was the case with two of his older brothers.
He knew he was tough on his boys --.  A hard ass, if he was honest with
himself.  Justin's mom came from a family that was very different.  She and
her two sisters had a loving mother and father with a good balance between
fun, hard work, humor, and discipline.  She conceded to her husband's
disciplinary methods even though she often found them to be a bit harsh. 
Besides, what did she know about raising boys?

   "I'd say you almost got away with it," his dad stated in a calm but firm
voice.  He slowly walked into the boy's room and picked up the grey trunks
from his bed, turned them inside out to inspect.  "You know, I've been so
focused on your brother, I suppose I've let you slide for a while.  Since
Nic turned 15, I've been worried that he might get into booze or drugs.  Or
maybe fuck some sweet young thing and end up with a kid of his own," he
stated calmly now looking up from the underpants to meet Justin's worried
eyes.  "I thought you were doing ok, other than this school issue.  I've
taken my eye off the ball," he said while moving into the boy's personal
space.  He tossed the trunks back onto the bed and moved his right hand
toward the boy's belly button.  Reaching the kid's smooth hairless stomach,
he ran his hand down until the tips of his fingers reached the elastic
waistband of the white briefs.  He pushed on the child's abdomen just
enough to get the tips of his fingernails under the waistband and ran his
hand straight into the child's underpants.  Justin's eyes widened as his
father cradled his small penis and testicles in a single swift motion.  He
applied a slight grip on the boy's member and moved within an inch of the
boy's face and softly spoke "but now, you have my full and undivided
attention."

   Justin's spanking

   Justin was terrified.  Sure, he had received an occasional spanking by
his dad, but this was different.  He was different.  It wasn't unusual for
his dad to barge into either boy's bedroom or the bathroom unannounced to
catch them undressed.  Another one of his rules was no locked doors. 
Occasionally, he would even grab at their butt or penis which made the boys
uncomfortable, but Tom didn't seem to care.  Justin assumed his advances
were demonstrating his dominance included their bodies, but he never
considered any of it to be of a sexual nature.  He didn't know what to
think about his dad's bold violation of his private parts.

   His dad pulled his hand from the 12-year-old's underpants and took him
by the arm.  Without speaking another word, Tom began to march the boy
across the hall.  Nic had just gotten home from school, surprised to find
his dad's car in the driveway.  When he saw Justin being escorted in his
undies he understood and immediately felt a sense of relief that he wasn't
the cause of his dad's abrupt schedule change, but then quickly
interjected, "Dad!  Dad!  I know you're busy, but can I ask you a quick
question?" "Not Now, Nicholas!", his dad barked as he entered the master
bedroom and closed the door sharply.  Nic had a raging boner on and off all
afternoon and had planned to call his dad at work for permission to take
care of it.  When Nic saw his nearly naked brother, he hesitated, but only
for a second as his hormones required an effort on his part.  He stood in
the hallway staring at the closed door as he painted a picture in his mind
about what was about to take place.  It didn't help his situation and his
penis responded by standing to attention even though it remained confined
within his pants.  He briefly considered taking advantage of his dad's
temporary preoccupation to slip off his pants outside the door and jerk off
to the sounds of his brother's cries.  It wasn't that he hated his brother
or delighted in his pain.  It was the images of his dad stripping him
completely naked and then beginning the familiar ritual to maintain the
proper balance of power within the family.  Even with his continued level
of sexual frustration, he knew that taking matters "into his own hand" was
not an option.

   Anytime his dad denied him access to such pleasure, he was subject to a
surprise inspection.  He assumed that some of the denials were a test to be
sure he would comply with the rules.  Often following a negative response,
his dad would arrive at the teen's bedroom to ensure his son hadn't spilled
his seed without authorization.  The process would begin by his dad
undressing him and milking his flaccid penis for seamen residue.  If even a
drop of pearl white sperm was found oozing from the tip of his pee hole,
Nic was spanked severely and not allowed to masturbate for an entire month.
He was typically undressed and inspected multiple times each week during
the month long sabbatical.  His dad might even attempt to masturbate the
boy after a denial.  If he was unable to stay hard or quickly shoot a load,
then he was pronounced guilty and sentencing would begin immediately.

   With the door closed behind them, Justin stood frozen with fear as his
father released his arm and entered the master bathroom.  Spankings were
not foreign to either of the boys, but Justin had enjoyed a break for
almost a year as his father turned his attention to his older brother since
he entered puberty.  He had all but forgotten the feeling of apprehension
that filled his young soul as he stood wearing only his white brief
underpants.  Even if he had succeeded in getting dressed before his dad
made it home, he would still have been reduced to his undies for the
spanking.  His dad didn't believe that a spanking should be administered
with pants on.  The questions racing through Justin's mind while his father
was in the bathroom was "Would the spanking be administered by hand,
paddle, or belt?  Would he be allowed to keep his underpants on?  How long
would it last?" He was snapped back to reality has his father returned
wearing only his boxer brief underwear.  Justin wrinkled his brow with
concern from yet another unusual turn of events.  "Why did you take your
clothes off?" he asked.  His father calmly responded, "This is going to
take a while and I want to get comfortable." Unfortunately, that answered
only one of his questions.

   The boy was taken by the arm once again and led over to the bed as his
father sat on the edge.  He pulled the boy over onto his lap and across his
knees.  The pace of Justin's breathing accelerated as a couple more of his
questions were answered.  He would be spanked by his father's hand with his
underpants remaining in place.  The thin fabric didn't offer much in the
way of protection, but it helped.  Especially with a hand spanking.  While
still frightened, he was also relieved.  He remembered that his dad can
inflict serious pain with this type of spanking, but it would also cause
discomfort to his large hand.  This would likely result in a quick spanking
and have him back in his own bedroom to rub away the stinging sensation
within a matter of minutes.

   The boy settled in place to prepare for the impending punishment.  His
dad ran his left arm across the helpless child's upper back and gripped his
right shoulder to hold him in place.  With his right hand, he began to
caress the boy's smooth butt over the white briefs.  His hand outlined the
child's round ass and traced his crack with a couple of fingers as the boy
tightly clinched his cheeks together in preparation for the assault.  His
dad took his time and watched as the boy repeated this process unable to
hold his butt cheeks tight for more than a couple of seconds.  He raised
his right hand which immediately triggered the boy to tighten up.  Tom
waited until the boy couldn't hold tight any longer and relaxed his butt.
"SMACK!" The boy let out a faint yell and stiffened his entire body like a
plank of wood.  "Oww".  After a couple of seconds, the boy took a deep
breath and relaxed his body.  "SMACK!" Justin stiffened again and gritted
his teeth together as he responded with a grunt.  His butt was in some
pain, but it was tolerable.  He reminded himself that he should probably
follow his friend's advice and give his dad a few tears followed by an
apology and promises for improvement.  That would surely end this thing.

   He dropped his head and closed his eyes trying to manufacture some tears
when suddenly, "SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK! 
SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!" His dad planted 10 on his ass in rapid succession
catching the boy by surprise.  "OWWWWWW!, OWW!, OWW!, OWW!" The boy
squirmed to escape the onslaught, but his father tightened his grip to hold
him down.  With no means of escape, Justin gripped the bed covers with each
fist and buried his face while beginning to cry.  The tears were genuine
and didn't require any theatrics as the boy's face turned bright red and
filled with moisture.  Tom tightened his grip once more.  "SMACK!  SMACK!
SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!"

   "OWWWWWWWWW!, IT HUUUUURTS!, PLEASE STOOOOOOOP!, I PROMISE, I --.I
--.I'LL BE GOOD, I'M GONNA DO ALL MY WORK I SWEAR!, PLEASE STOOOP!" The boy
was yelling as he begged for mercy and stiffened his body for as long as
his strength would hold it.  He reached back with his right hand to block
any additional blows.  His father grabbed him by the elbow and held it
tight as he returned his arm across the boy's back to keep him pinned in
place.

   Without saying a word, "SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!
SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!" Justin's puny
struggles were helpless against his dad's much larger frame and strength.
"NO, NO, NO, NO NO!", he yelled loudly before returning his face to the bed
to cry uncontrollably.  Nic was in his bedroom next door and could easily
hear his brother's pleas for help.  There wasn't anything he could do about
it.  He was just glad that he no longer held an exclusive on his father's
negative attention.  He reached down and grabbed his rock-hard dick and
gave it tight squeeze.  The tip of his uncircumcised penis was wet with
precum and had soaked a spot on his underwear.

   Tom's hand was beginning to throb from the impact with his son's ass. 
He flexed his right hand a few times to recover from the numbness.  He
released the boy's elbow and lifted his arm off the boy's back.  No longer
pinned to the bed, he was finally able to rub his bottom as he continued to
cry and catch his breath while sobbing.  Tom waited a few more minutes to
allow them both time to recover before helping Justin to his feet.  He
positioned the boy directly in front of him as he continued to whimper and
sniffle as he wiped his eyes and nose with the back of his hand.  Justin
was ready to get his  -~talking to' over with and retreat to his room. 
Instead his dad turned his body until he was facing away.  Justin thought
this was odd but dared not offer any resistance.  He felt his dad grab his
white underpants and position a thumb inside the waistband on each side of
his hip.  Justin's brow once again wrinkled with concern as his dad began
to lower the back of his white briefs revealing the boy's rosy red bottom.
"Oh No!" Justin thought to himself, "What's this about?".  His mind raced
once again trying to make sense of the series of events.

   Having slipped the backside of the child's underwear down to reveal his
entire bottom, Tom turned the boy to face him and reached once again for
both sides of the blue striped waistband.  He gently slipped them down to
reveal his son's limp 2.5-inch [6.3 cm] penis and tight ball sack.  His
youngest boy's dick was not a strange sight since he required full access
to both of his sons.  However, Justin was still not comfortable with his
dad's unfettered access and blushed with embarrassment.  He was far more
concerned about why his dad was removing his underpants.  His dad slipped
them to his ankles and instructed, "step out".  He did.  His dad picked up
the white briefs and placed them on the bed.  "D-d-d-dad?" Justin
struggled. His dad looked up with raised eyebrows to acknowledge his son.
"W-w-why, do I gotta have my underpants off?" he asked in a timid tone. 
Careful not to challenge his father's actions.  His dad looked up at him,
reached around with both hands and gripped both sides of his bottom, then
pulled him in tight between his spread legs until the boy's tiny penis was
pressed up against his own crotch.  In a calm voice he replied, "Did you
really think we were finished?" Justin's face crinkled and painted a
disapproving frown as his eyes once again filled with tears and began to
stream down his cheeks.  Tom caressed his son's rosy bottom noticing a
slight radiating warmth as the boy continued to cry.  Pulling the naked
12-year-old onto his lap, he cradled him for a few minutes.  He knew it had
been a while since the kid had a spanking.  Probably too long in fact.

   Tom stood with his son still in his arms and placed him on the bed with
the boy laying on his back.  Justin continued to sniffle and watched as his
dad walked over to a nearby chest and opened the bottom drawer.  He pulled
out a wooden ping pong paddle that he kept for these occasions and turned
back toward the bed.  As soon as the paddle came into Justin's sight, he
started to plead, "No, No, Dad.  Pleeeeeeease not the paddle.  Not without
any clothes on." Tom pulled his crying son to the edge of the bed and then
gripped the boy's ankles and raised them into the air.  With his ankles
help together, he gripped them with his left hand to place the boy in a
position like a baby about to get a diaper change.  He dropped the paddle
onto the bed and began to rub his son's ass.  In this position, his anus
was in full view with his testicles trying unsuccessfully to hide between
his raised legs.  Justin continued crying but watched intently.  Tom
reached down with his right hand and gripped the paddle's handle while
tightened his grip on the kid's ankles with his left hand.  He raised his
right hand and hesitated briefly.  The boy clinched his ass attempting to
close his exposed crack while preparing his muscles for the inevitable
punishment in such a vulnerable position.  With a firm swing toward his
target, "SMACK!" Justin threw his head back, arched his back as he let out
the loudest yell so far "OWWWWWWWWWWW!, !  NO!  NO!  NO!  NO!  PLEEEEEASE
DADDY!  PLEEEEEASE DADDY!"

   Three more smacks rang out as he continued swinging the round paddle to
evenly punish both ass cheeks.  "SMACK!  SMACK!" SMACK!" The boy's body
remained stiff with pain as he continued to cry loudly and plead for his
dad to stop.  "SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!", his dad calmly
continued unphased by his son's loud cries.  The boy's ass had now become a
bright shade of red that surrounded his tight pink boy hole.  Tom paused to
gaze at his handiwork, aware that his own dick was rock hard and tenting
under his boxer briefs.  He wasn't worried that Justin might notice because
the boy's eyes were shut tight as he attempted to block out as much of the
experience as possible.

   Tom dropped the paddle while continuing to hold the boy's ankles high
and began to rub his butt once again.  The kid's ass was generating serious
heat at this point.  There was no doubt that he had made an impression. 
Justin began to steadily calm down but continued to cry softly.  His dad's
caressing motion helped to calm the stinging sensation, however, the boy's
primary concern was for the assault to end.  Tom began to run his fingers
up and down the boy's crack until his he was brushing the child's tight
virgin anus.  With each pass the boy would instinctively tightened up to
prevent intrusion as his dad began to circle the tight hole.  Justin was
barely taking notice.  Or at least he didn't show it.  Tom wanted more than
anything to pull the boy toward the edge of the bed and fuck his son's boy
pussy until he unloaded his man seed in the child's bowels.  That's what he
wanted, not what he did.  He couldn't.

   Tom's immediate desire for his youngest came as a bit of a surprise, but
not entirely.  He didn't consider himself to be homosexual - nor did he
have interest in other boys.  But he did admit to himself that he found his
own boys attractive.  Can't a father appreciate the beauty of his own
offspring without being considered a pervert?  he thought trying to justify
his conflicting feelings.  It didn't help that he became seriously aroused
anytime he found himself with an excuse to exert his dominance over his
kids.  Especially if it involved some form of nudity or humiliation.  Don't
most men get off on that sort of thing?  he questioned.  Sure, he was a bit
of a hard ass to his kids, but it was for the right reasons.  He was
genuinely fearful of what might come of them if they followed the parenting
style of his own mother.  Maybe the pendulum had swung too far in the
opposite direction in his case, but he wasn't risking it.  When he allowed
himself to be honest about it, he recognized that he watched for
opportunities to punish his kids.  Not only for their benefit, but also for
his own.

   Since Nic started growing a small patch of pubic hair over a year ago,
Tom became obsessed with his sexual development.  First, it was frequent
erections followed by wet dreams, until finally, he was masturbating.  Tom
had hoped that his son's first orgasm would be something they shared
together, but it didn't happen that way.  Not for a lack of effort on his
part.  It seemed that almost daily he came up with reasons check the young
teen's underwear, strip him for a spanking, or barge in while he was in the
bathroom.  He always made it seem like it was just part of his duties as a
concerned dad.  Careful not to acknowledge any sexual desires of his own,
he would fondle the boy's genitals.  Nic's blossoming penis never failed to
respond as his dad explained how this was completely normal.  Even though
he attempted to make it appear as a father - son sex talk, it didn't stop
Nic from blushing with embarrassment.  It never seemed right to him, but he
couldn't resist his father.  That was certain.

   When Tom spanked one of his boy's, he was careful to maintain control
over his anger.  The drive home provided plenty of time for him to calm
down and form a plan to address his son's school work issue.  His wife,
however, was pissed.  No amount of yelling or groundings had made a
difference.  When Ms.  Williams called again, she didn't know what else to
do.  She hated to call Tom especially at work, but she had reached her wits
end.  She was going to leave work a little early, finish packing her bag,
and head off for a fun filled weekend with her sisters.  Tom would have to
deal with Justin this time.  She had doubts.  She always did, but...  maybe
Tom was right.  Maybe, boys did need a hard line to be drawn with strict
consequences when crossed.

   Sticking with the plan Tom formed on the drive home, Justin's punishment
would end with the bare ass paddling.  That was before he caught the boy
practicing his quick-change artistry to hide his underwear offense.  When
he took the boy by the arm and led him from his bedroom, he made a snap
decision.  After the paddling, he would stand the naked boy up and explain
that what he just received was for his lack of focus at school.  What he
would receive next was for his disobedience.  He would slip into his closet
and return with his brown leather belt.  He would need to be quick to grab
the boy by the arm.  He could envision the 12-year-old panicking with a
flight response and quickly bolt from the bedroom.  He would grip Justin's
left elbow with his left hand and begin to swing the belt at the boy's
bottom and legs with his right.  The boy would dance around in circles as
he orbited his father - unable to escape.  That was the plan, but it
probably wasn't going to happen now.  Justin's reaction to the bare bottom
spanking was more intense that Tom had expected.  Besides, his ass was
beginning to show signs of bruising and Tom didn't want to take a chance on
someone seeing his handiwork and reporting it to the authorities.

   The boy has had enough he thought as he continued rubbing the child's
bottom.  "Son, are we going to have any more issues with your school work?"
he asked.  "No No No ssssir", Justin whimpered.  "And the underwear...  do
I need to be concerned about you breaking my rules?" "No sir.  I promise"
came the expected response.  Tom continued, "If we have any more issues, I
will be using the belt next time.  Understand?" "Yes sir." "And I'm talking
about removing all your clothes before I swing the belt", he explained. 
"Are we clear?" Justin shook his head as the tears continued to roll off
his flush face.  Tom released his grip on the boy's ankles and lowered his
legs.  He took Justin's arm to walk him back to his own room.

   Nic's Surprise

   Nic could hear them talking through the relatively thin walls but could
not make out what they were saying.  It really didn't matter.  He
recognized the pattern.  The spanking has stopped, and now they were
talking.  He was all too familiar with the process and it was clear that
his little brother survived the ordeal.  More importantly, it meant that
his dad would be emerging from his parent's bedroom and no longer
distracted.  He needed to masturbate, and he needed it NOW!

   Tom opened the door while maintaining a gentle grip on Justin's arm only
to find Nic waiting.  Justin was still despondent and didn't even seem to
mind standing naked in front of his older brother.  He continued to sniffle
while rubbing the moisture from his eyes with his free hand.  "Dad, Dad, I
need to ask you something" Nic said with desperation in his voice.  Tom
continued across the hall and led Justin into the doorway of his room,
releasing his arm.  The boy quietly walked over and sat on his bed wincing
from the pain he quickly stood back up.  Tom was turning back towards Nic
but had noticed the boy's dilemma.  "Lay down on your stomach, son", he
advised.  "You're going to be tender for a while." Tom turned back to the
doorway and finally gave his older son the attention he was seeking.

   Nic looked over at his little brother laying down on his bed as his
father faced off with him and waited for his question.  They both knew what
this was about.  They always did, but Tom required him to ask.  It may be a
small requirement but Tom thought it helped to maintain the family pecking
order with the teen.  Not to mention he enjoyed it.  The boy hesitated  -"
unsure if his brother might hear his question.  "What's up son?" Tom asked.
Nic bit his lower lip and started with "Ugh --".  "Spit it out or I'm going
to go get changed" his dad threatened.  "No!, No!" Nic quickly responded
and whispered.  "Can -- Ugh -- I -- You know --" his voice trailed off as
he continued to look over his dad's shoulder and fidget nervously.  Tom
stared straight at him waiting patiently as Nic reluctantly continued, "Can
I -- Ugh -- Play with myself?" He finally whispered.  "Pleeeease dad.  I
reeeaaally need this." He was basically begging.

   "No" his dad responded in a calm, but firm tone.  Nic instantly dropped
his head as if something in his neck suddenly broke free and could no
longer support it.  It also served to hide his tearing eyes.  "But -- I
will take care of it for you" Tom finished.  Nic looked up with excitement.
It wasn't his first choice, but he didn't really care at this point.  If
his dad had to do it, at least he would get relief.  "Thanks Dad!  I need
it sooooo bad." Tom moved across the hall toward his bedroom and
instructed, "Go grab the coco butter and meet me back in Justin's room."
Tom could see the puzzled look on Nic's face as he offered an explanation,
"I need to rub down the kid's bottom." Nic raced to the hallway bathroom
and was back in Justin's room within seconds only to find his father had
returned to his own room.

   "Dude, you ok?" Nic asked his little brother.  Justin kept is face
buried in his pillow as he lay faced down and shrugged his shoulders.  "He
really did a number on your ass" Nic offered while watching the doorway
careful not to get caught using this language.  Justin only offered a weak
response "Yep".  "What did you do?" his older brother asked.  "The school
called again, and dad caught me changing into my whitie tighties." "Oh
shit!...  I'm wearin' my trunks" Nic exclaimed as he darted off to his
room.

   Tom returned having taken a piss, wiping the sweat from his face, and
preparing a warm washcloth.  "Where's your brother?" he asked Justin who
thought about telling on him but decided against it.  "I guess he's still
getting the lotion you asked for." Just that moment, Nic returned - out of
breath.  "Where's the coco butter?" Tom asked.  "Oh, yeah.  I left it in my
room" Nic ran back and returned with it quickly.  "What's it doing in your
room son?" his father asked practically accusing him of using it to
masturbate without proper authority.  "No, No, it's not that" Nic quickly
responded - easily reading his dad's thoughts.  "I had to get something in
my room and forgot the bottle after snatching it from the bathroom." Tom
didn't trust a word he said, but lucky for Nic, he was tired from Justin's
punishment.  "Yeah, sure" Tom responded while rolling his eyes before
taking the lotion from Nic.  He walked over to Justin's bed and sat next to
the boy.  Squirting some coco butter into his hand, he rubbed them together
before gently placing one hand on the kid's red ass.  Justin winced and
gripped his pillow with both fist.  "Easy sport.  This will help your
bottom heal quicker and hopefully not mark so bad" his dad offered as he
started rubbing it around.  After the initial sting, Justin was beginning
to feel some relief already.  He could feel it begin to cool down the heat.
Tom squeezed more lotion from the bottle and returned to his task.  Nic
stood watching with a perplexed look on his face as his dad lovingly
caressed and rubbed his little brother.  Justin finally released his double
fisted grip on his pillow and relaxed his muscles -- offering up a long
sigh before removed his face from the pillow to breathe fresh air.  He
turned his head toward his dad and brother as Tom focused on the offended
areas which were easily identified by dark red marks, slight swelling, and
a tint of bruising.  Justin became more alert as his dad began to work the
lotion into his crack.  When Tom's large fingers brushed up against his
butt hole, Justin could feel it instinctively retract.  He once again
buried his face into his pillow.  His dad continued up and down before
pushing the tip of his middle finger against the child's pucker hole.  Tom
circled it repeatedly as Justin shut his eye tight and tensed up his body.
While Justin never noticed this same action following the spanking, there
was no denying what was happening now.  The 12-year-old didn't understand
it but remained quiet and still.  Nic could easily see what was happening
but was equally as confused thinking to himself, "Why would dad rub my
brother's asshole like that?" He could understand rubbing lotion on the
kid's butt cheeks, but his asshole had to be totally nasty.

   Tom looked up at Nic and asked, "You ready?" "Ugh -- Yeah -- Sure", Nic
replied while continuing to paint a confused look on his face.  He walked
toward the doorway unclear if this would happen in his room or his dad's
room.  Most of the time it took place in his own bed or in the bathroom. 
He had hoped for the opportunity to lie down and enjoy it.  But anything
would do today.  "Strip down to your undies" his father instructed as he
finished rubbing Justin's ass cheeks and taking one more pass at his tight
hole.  "Ugh -- What?" Nic asked.  "You heard me.  Strip down." Nic stood
there and reluctantly asked, "Ugh -- Here?" "Yep, you heard me right" Tom
answered.  "But dad -- Not here -- In front of him", Nic squeaked.  "Yes
here!  Take it or leave it" his offered as his frustration began to build.
"Oh -- Okay" Nic answered but hesitated just a bit longer before reaching
to slowly pull his t-shirt over his head to reveal his smooth chest.  He
was thin, but not scrawny.  Nor did he have a six-pack to show off either.
Both boys were healthy and fit, but it wasn't likely anyone was getting a
sports scholarship to college.  Tom didn't really have such an expectation
for his boys.  He only wished he was in as good of physical shape as they
were.  But then again, when he was their age, he was.

   Nic slowly removed his shoes before reaching to unbutton his jeans.  Tom
turned his attention from his youngest naked son, to watch his older son
strip down.  He noted to himself that this was somewhat of a milestone. 
While he had both his boys together without any clothing, it had been quite
some time ago.  Besides, just having them be naked together was far
different from what was happening today.  Part of him sensed the risk he
was taking with his boys but competing urges had been building for a long
time.  He hadn't planned this but allowed it to unfold as the opportunity
presented itself.

   Justin removed his face from the pillow and turned his head to watch. 
It wasn't everyday he got to see his big brother naked.  Especially in
front of their dad.  He was pretty sure what might be happening, but not
certain.  Nic stood frozen with his hands on his unbuttoned pants as his
dad stood up to take charge.  He walked over to his oldest son and grabbed
a hold of his zipper and pulled it down.  Nic had a serious look of concern
on his face and couldn't remain silent any longer, "Daaad --, what is this?
Not in here.  Can we pleeease go to my room?" Tom pulled the teen's pants
off his hips to reveal a crisp, clean pair of Fruit of the Loom white brief
underwear.  "Boy these look like a nice clean pair of undies don't you
think?" asking a question he didn't expect to receive an answer.  He
lowered the teens jeans to his ankles.  "Step out" he barked.  Nic did as
instructed but was still moving slow.  "So, if I inspect this pair of
briefs am I going to find even the slightest bit of wear?  Maybe a small
urine stain?  Any racing stripes down below?" He rubbed the front of the
boy's soft bulge and found it dry.  "Where is the precum stain?" Nic knew
he was busted and suddenly became very worried.  "Am I getting a spanking?"
Nic asked.  "Do you think you need one?" his dad answered.  "I don't know
--" is the best he could come up with.  What's the right answer to that? 
he thought.  Justin watched intently with a mischievous smile forming.

   Nic stood in Justin's room wearing only his white briefs.  Why didn't I
think about changing into a dirty pair of underwear?  he thought to
himself. Such a rookie mistake.  Even more of a dumb ass move since I just
listened to dad get Justin's ass for the same thing.  Tom finally
responded, "No.  I don't think so.  It's your lucky day because we're going
to pass on the ass beating this time." Nic felt a sense of relief wash over
his body as Justin's smile was replaced by an expression of shock.  He
expected equal justice under Dad's law, never mind the fact that he himself
had managed to escape a spanking for several months now.

   Tom instructed the teen to lie down on the spare twin bed in Justin's
room that was a holdover from when the boys shared a room a few years back.
These days, it mostly served as a dumping ground for Justin's dirty clothes
and Jacob's bed during frequent sleep overs.  Still confused, Nic did as
instructed and slid his long frame onto the small bed.  He pretty much
reached both ends as he looked up at his father.  "You're going to get what
you asked for son" his dad responded.  "Had you not attempted to deceive
me, we would be in the privacy of your bedroom right now taking care of
your needs.  But since you played me for a fool, I've decided it happens
right here."

   "Dad, we can't do this in front of Justin.  That's wrong," he
complained. Tom looked back over at the naked 12-year-old who was now
propped up on one elbow to get a better view.  "You want to see me jack off
your brother?" "Yeah, sure.  Ugh -- Yes Sir", Justin responded as he raised
up more.  Tom looked back at Nic, "Problem solved." Nic draped one arm over
his face to cover his closed eyes.  He couldn't believe this was happening.
His eyes teared up, but he fought them back as best he could.  This would
be embarrassing enough without also crying like a baby.  Besides, he
doubted that he could get hard under these circumstances anyway.

   Tom reached for the teen's waistband and waited for him to raise his
hips.  He did.  He pulled his underwear down past his hips resting them on
his thighs to reveal the boy's flaccid 4-inch [10 cm] penis.  By this
point, Justin was standing behind his dad for a better look.  He hadn't
gotten a solid glimpse of his brother's dick since he grew so much.  They
were both often required to comply with "undies only evenings" and hang as
a family to watch TV.  The rule was exclusive to the boys, but sometimes
their dad would also join in.  Exceptional behavior or a great report card
might be rewarded with a choice of underwear, but mostly was limited to
white briefs.  Especially for Justin who rarely earned the right to stylish
undies.  Justin couldn't believe how big his brother's penis was.  So much
longer and wider than his own.  Like their father, both boys were
uncircumcised, but Justin's eyes were as wide as quarters.  He couldn't
believe his brother had so much pubic hair, but the truth was it was little
more than a small patch above his shaft.

   Tom reached down and began to rub the boy's smooth belly as he worked
his hand down to the sides of his bare hips.  He rubbed down the outside of
his leg before moving his hand to the inside of his thigh.  He rubbed up
and down careful to stay away from his genitals as he watched the boy begin
to respond.  He was certain Nic was fighting this, but he knew his son.  If
he fought a boner most of the afternoon, he would never win this battle. 
Tom took both hands and began rubbing up and down from his belly down both
sides of his hips.  Again, staying away from his penis and teasing him a
little.  Tom could see glistening precum gathered at the end of his penis
from his earlier excitement.  He took his finger and placed it into the tip
of his foreskin and moved it around to collect a sample.  Nic took a deep
breath and wiggled his hip in response.  Removing his finger, Tom observed
a string of precum stretched back to the boy's dick.  Tom put the wet
finger to his mouth for a small taste of his son's sweetness.

   Then Tom reached down and cupped the boy's testicles and began to
massage them gently.  Nic took another deep breath as his penis began to
give up the fight.  It started to grow larger with each heartbeat.  His dad
took his fingers and gripped the growing shaft.  He slowly pulled back the
foreskin to reveal the wet glistening head.  Taking his thumb and 2
fingers, he began to work the shaft up and down slowly.  Nic moaned as his
dick quickly reached its fully erect 6-inches [15 cm].  Tom looked back at
Justin to find him mesmerized and sporting a stiffy himself.  "Reach over
and hand me the coco butter son" Tom said to Justin.  He didn't say a word
but grabbed the bottle and handed it over hardly taking his eyes from his
brother's boner.

   Tom squeezed out some coco butter in his right hand and rubbed it over
the boy's entire genitals.  He rubbed between his legs, his balls, and his
shaft.  He put more lotion on his right hand and reached down between the
teen's legs to his ass.  Nic instinctively lifted his hips offered another
moan as his dad rubbed lotion into his crack.  With everything properly
lubed up, Tom reached under the boy with his left hand and began to rub up
and down his crack while working the shaft with his right hand.  Nic was
rock hard and squirming his hips with anticipation.  Tom took his left hand
and pushed a finger up against the teen's asshole.  He rubbed the coco
butter around the rim before pressing a finger in up to the first knuckle.
Nic let out a grunt as he jerked his hips upward and his anus tightly
clinched down on his dad's finger.  "Ugh -- Ughhh." This was a new maneuver
inspired by the ass play with Justin.

   Tom held out an open hand towards Justin.  "Give me a little more
lotion" he instructed.  Justin quickly complied and returned his attention
back to his older brother.  His dad added the additional coco butter to
Nic's hard shaft and started to work it up and down.  "Ohhh -- Ohhhh --. 
Dad --.  Uggghhhh --." Tom started to pump faster as Nic squirmed his hips
in response.  He had to press his left finger into his tight hole to keep
it from working its way out.  He kept pumping as Nic continued to respond.
"Ohhhh -- Ohhhhhhhh --.  Daaaaaddy --." He offered has his breathing became
more labored.  He kept his arm pressed tight over his face.  Justin
breathing was becoming deeper as well, and he held tight to his own little
stiff member.  Tom stopped to work the kid's balls before gripping the
shaft again.  Nic squirmed almost uncontrollably.

   This was typical behavior and Tom knew how to handle his son.  He knew
the boy was almost ready and started to pump hard and fast.  "OHHHHHH, DAD!
UHHHGGGG!  DAAAAADDY!  DON'T STOP!  NO, NO, OH, OH.  OHHHHHHHH" Tom pressed
his left finger in deeper.  He could feel the tip of firm feces in the
boy's bowels.  Tom pumped Nic faster and faster.  "OHHHHHHH --.. 
OHHHHHHHHHHH --..  I'MMMMMM --.  I'MMMMMM --.  OHHHHHHH --.  I'M GONNA --.
I'M GONNA --.." At that moment, the boy raised his hip off the bed,
stiffened his body, and shot a load of pearly fluid into the air.  His
mouth wide open as the first load landed on his chin but he didn't notice.
"OHHHHHHH -- UGGGGHHHHHH --.  UGGGGGGGGHHHHHH --.  UGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH" He
shot two more loads onto his belly.  "OHHHHHHH --.  OHHHHHHHHHH --.  OHHHH"
Tom slowly worked his penis to milk the last drops of ecstasy.  Nic
quivered and continued to groan while remaining in his trance.  Tom worked
the sensitive dick gently as Nic reached for it with one hand before
pulling it back reluctantly allowing a little more.  It was almost too much
for the teen's hyper sensitive penis.  His dad pulled his finger from the
kid's anus and began to rub it as the hole closed tight again.  Nic raised
his hips more.  "Uggghhhhh -- Ugggghhhh, Ohhhhhhhh" and let out a deep
breath.  That was Tom's queue.  The boy was finished.

   Tom looked back at Justin and their eyes met as the younger boy
continued breathing hard and squeezing his small stiff penis before
offering a slight smile to his dad.  Justin has heard the guys at school
describe sex stuff, but not like this.  He had no idea that it was so
intense.  He had never seen anything like it.  It was better than the
internet porn he and Jacob got a quick look at when they spied on Jacob's
older brother with the door cracked open slightly.  If this is what it's
like, I can't wait!!!  he thought.

   Nic took a few deep breaths, but kept his eyes covered.  Tom grabbed the
wet washcloth he prepared in advance.  It was still warm as he unfurled it
from the tight ball formed when he wringed out the excess water.  He took
the clean washcloth and first began to wipe the sperm from the 15-year-old
boy's chin.  Nic continued breathing deep but slowed his pace.  His father
took the warm cloth and wrapped it around the teen's penis which was still
rock hard.  Nic instinctively reached for it with both hands.  His dad held
the washcloth in place with one hand and removed the pushed the boy's hands
back to his side.  Nic complied.  Now using both hands, Tom began to wipe
away the sperm from the boy's shaft.  He squeezed it gently and pushed
upward to reveal the last remaining drop of sperm on the tip of his penis
and wiped it away.  He cleaned the sperm from the base of his penis and
then wiped up his belly careful to get it all.  Justin continued to watch
intently but didn't say a word.  "Roll over onto your stomach" Tom
instructed.  Nic rolled over and his dad took the white cloth and wiped his
anus and crack until it failed to offer up any additional brown remnants
from the intrusion.  Nic, regaining his normal senses and kept his face
buried to hide his blushing cheeks.  His emotions were mixed.  He was
incredibly relieved and relaxed physically while also embarrassed.  Having
his dad play with him was always embarrassing but he accepted that he had
no choice in the matter.  The truth is --.  His orgasms by his dad were way
better than his own.  But it still didn't stop him from feeling
embarrassed, especially when it was over.  And this was worse than usual
because his kid brother watched the whole thing like a TV show, including
his dad wiping his ass like a kid.

   "Sit up" Tom instructed Nic and he raised his face off the bed to reveal
bright red cheeks.  Justin watched him intently to see what he would say,
but Nic would not make eye contact with either of them.  Tom was accustomed
to this.  "Justin, sit on the bed next to your brother." "Yes sir" he
replied.  Both boys sat on the twin bed completely naked and both help
their hands over their privates.  "I'm disappointed that both of you boys
disobeyed my rules about your underwear" Tom started as both boys dropped
their heads.  "In fact, it pisses me off!" he barked.  "Do you get that?"
he asked.  "Yes sir" they responded in unison hopeful that he wouldn't
change his mind and start another round of spanking for them both.  "You
can expect that I will be checking you more often and if I catch you
breaking my rules, I will strip you just as bare assed as you are now and
run you around in circles with my belt!  Are you clear on this?" he asked.
Again, they both provided a quiet "yes sir" while keeping their faces
pointed toward the floor.  "Look up at me and answer me boys!" he scolded.
They both quickly raised their chin making eye contact with their dad and
offered another "yes sir".

   "Because you both disobeyed the underwear rule and we are all tired from
the events of this afternoon, I'm not going to blister you with the belt
this time" -- they were relieved.  "However, you will remain in the family
room this evening until bed time and are not allowed in your rooms" he
continued.  Both boys fully expecting that the next order was that it will
be an undies only night.  "And I'm not allowing any pants or undies" he
finished.  Both boys looked up with their mouth wide opened in shock.  "But
dad", Nic started.  "Mom is leaving for her trip tonight".  "Yes, I know
that" he replied.  "But that means Aunt Melissa and Aunt Jenny will be
coming by to pick her up" Justin added.  "Yes, it does." Both boys lowered
their head again as they anticipated the humiliation.  Justin started to
cry as Tom stood up and asked, "Any questions?" "No sir" they both replied.
And if I find you in your rooms without permission, wearing underwear, or
covering up with a blanket, I will bring the belt out to the family room to
address it with your little ass" he barked.  They looked at each other and
back to their father, "Yes sir".  Tom walked from Justin's room and into
his own.  The boys sat in silence for a few minutes when Nic shouted "Out!
We gotta get out of hear." Justin barked back, "why?" "Because we are in
your room you little shit.  If dad comes out of his room and finds us still
sitting here he's gonna light us up with his belt," Nic said as they both
bolted for the kitchen to grab a drink.  Justin asked his older brother,
"think we can wear shirts?" "No!" shouted Nic "And don't go asking dad
either.  I better not get spanked because of you!  If dad wants us to wear
a shirt, he will say so." Justin retreated to the sofa in the family room
and started up one of his video games.

   A dose of humility

   It was only a few minutes later when their mom arrived home from work.
She wasn't sure what to expect upon her arrival but was a little surprised
to walk and find both of her son's sitting on the sofa completely naked. 
"What's this all about?" she asked as she walked over to give each boy a
kiss.  Nic took the lead and explained "We're being punished because we
both wore the wrong underwear today".  She shook her head in disappointment
and added "when will you boys learn not to push your dad's boundaries?"
Both boys just shrugged their shoulders.

   Reaching down to give Justin a kiss on the cheek while he continued to
play his video game she asked, "and what about your school work?" Without
looking away from the TV, Justin responded, "I'm gonna do my work from now
on." Not satisfied with the robotic response, she pulled the boy's chin
toward her and insisted, "you pause that game and talk to me, or I will go
get your dad back in here!" "Yes maam", he said pausing the game and
looking up at her.  "Did you get a spanking?", she asked.  "Yes maam", the
boy replied.  "Stand up and let me have a look" she instructed.  Justin
stood and turned his backside toward her.  He wasn't thrilled to be
standing naked in front of his mom and placed both hands over his penis and
testicles.  He winced, as his mom ran her hands over his sore bottom to
inspect the damage.  "Sorry honey" she offered and asked, "did you put some
coco butter on it?" Justin shook his head gently, and quietly replied, "Dad
did".  She sat on the sofa and turned the boy to face her taking both his
hands and pulling him toward her.  Justin blushed with embarrassment again,
but his mom didn't even take notice of his little member.  "Son, you have
got to take your school work seriously.  I hated to call your dad at work,
because I knew this would happen, but you left me with no other choice."
Justin had his head dropped and whispered "yes maam, I'm sorry".  His mom
stood and embraced him in a full body hug and continued, "please don't make
me do this again".  Justin was comforted by her loving embrace and held her
tight as he began to cry again.  His mom kissed the top of his head and
held him while he worked out his emotions before pulling away and wiping
the tears from his eyes.  She placed her face in front of his, "I love you
baby and I know you're going to take care of this.  Now sit back down and
cover that thing up" she said with a smile.  Justin quickly dropped back
into the soft sofa and restarted his game.

   "I want you boys to both behave while I'm away this weekend, and don't
push your father.  Do you both understand me?  she asked.  "Yes maam" both
boys replied without turning their attention from their activities.  "I'm
going to go finish packing and your aunts will be here any minute".  She
looked over to Nic and asked, "Is your dad going to allow you to get
dressed while they are here?" Nic looked at her and shook his head to
indicate they could not.  "Ooookay", she replied.  "This is going to be
interesting" she offered as she walked back toward their bedroom.

   It wasn't 20 minutes later that the doorbell rang.  With both parents
still in their room, Nic yelled at the door, "COME IN!".  He didn't dare
get up to greet them.  The boy's aunts entered the living room "Hey boys"
and then looked at each other with a curious look on their faces.  Aunt
Jenny spoke first to break the ice since she detected the boys were both
uncomfortable, "Is this laundry day?" she joked.  "Something like that",
Nic replied.  They both walked over to kiss the boys but hurried to the
kitchen to prevent lingering over their nakedness.  Having naked kids
running around the house wasn't unusual for either of them, but they would
not have expected to find that from kids ages 12 and 15.  But since each of
them only have girls, they found the boy's nudity a little cute.  After a
couple of minutes, their mom walked in and greeted them both.  The boys
could over hear Aunt Melissa's question, "so I'm guessing the boys are in
trouble for something?" Their mom replied, "something like that".  "Isn't
Tom going over the top this time?", Jenny asked quietly.  "I don't think
so", their mom responded.  "They both pushed the limits and Tom knows a lot
more about raising boys than I ever will".  Melissa and Jenny gave each
other a look and changed the subject.  Within a few minutes, the ladies had
said their good byes and headed for the door.  Mom kissed each boy and once
more urged them to watch their step while she was away and then wheeled her
luggage out the door.

   Underwear Inspection

   Tom had taken some time to calm down and relax from the afternoon
activities.  When his wife arrived at home, he provided a summary of
Justin's discipline and the undie issues.  She didn't offer any criticism,
but then again, he left out the details about rubbing both boy's anus and
masturbating Nic in front of Justin.  In fact, over the past year, he had
managed to keep all the activities with Nic from her.  She wouldn't
understand and Nic certainly wasn't going to mention it to her.  It did
occur to him that he needed to speak with Justin to be sure he didn't open
his mouth about what Tom considered to be private guy stuff within the
family.

   After a brief nap, Tom arose refreshed and sporting a huge erection,
however, he was still disturbed that both boys broke one of his household
rules.  It was time to turn up the heat and keep a closer watch on his
boys. It was a commitment he made to himself.  He stopped by each boy's
bedroom and snatched up the contraband underwear that both boys wore to
school.  He entered the family room to find both boys naked on the sofa
playing a video game together.

   Tom sat in his usual recliner and pulled out the boy's underwear
starting with Nic's.  He looked it over closely inside and out.  The
backside was clean with virtually no fecal residue.  Upon inspecting the
front side, he found a small urine stain and when placing the underwear
against his nose, he smelled a slight scent of urine.  Not bad he thought.
As he expected, it did contain several precum stains -- some of them still
moist.  He didn't fault him for precum stains, because it was unavoidable
especially at his age.  Besides, it was a sign that the 15-year-old was
compliant with his masturbation rule.  He supposed Nic was selective
regarding the rules he decided to break.  Or more likely, he figured he
could get away with the underwear choice by changing before Tom got home
but couldn't as easily hide masturbating.

   Tom liked what he found and then reached down to inspect Justin's grey
trunks.  He had to admit that they were cute with the red and blue trim
around the leg bands and the fly, but that was beside the point.  He still
broke the rules!  As he began his inspection of the small garment, he
noticed Justin glancing over from his video game and then looking over at
his brother.  They both knew what was happening.  Undie inspections where
not uncommon, but it had been several weeks since the last one.  Both boys
were visibly nervous; aware they also hadn't been mindful of their dad's
hygiene requirements recently.

   Tom looked over the outside of the grey trunks.  They were filthy which
likely means Justin wore them for several days and they were well overdue
for the laundry.  He turned them inside out and checked inside the fly. 
Also covered in urine stains.  Some apparently more than expected from
leaking a couple of drops after taking a pee.  There was one dried circular
urine stain about 2.5 inches wide.  Tom smelled it and caught a strong
scent of the child's stale urine resulting from a recent accident.  He was
probably either distracted or lazy and waited too long before heading to
the bathroom.  Not enough to account for emptying a 12-year-old bladder in
his pants, but nonetheless, it didn't meet with Tom's expectations.  When
he placed the undies to his nose to sniff the urine stains, he also caught
another foul smell.  Looking deeper into the underwear he could see why. 
It was lined with several fecal stains sometimes called "racing stripes" by
the boys.  It was disgusting!  This much human waste could only be because
the boy doesn't wipe his bottom well after using the toilet.  That also
explained the smell Tom noticed on his middle finger after he used it to
rub the 12-year-old boy's anus.  Once again Tom was disappointed in his
youngest son, but more so, he was disappointed in himself for allowing
things to get this bad.  This reinforced Tom's commitment to pay closer
attention to Justin's needs to guide him from the life of a little boy to
that of a young man.

   Tom looked up from the size 10-12 underwear and looked over to the naked
boys on the sofa.  "Boy's please pause the game for a minute", he asked. 
Nic didn't hesitate to comply and both boys looked up attentively.  "I've
inspected both of your underwear", he said.  Neither boy said anything. 
"Nic?", Tom started.  "Yes sir?" he replied as Tom continued.  "I'm pleased
with what I find in your underpants.  They're pretty clean other than the
precum stains." Nic blushed and looked down.  "I would expect to find
those, but you have almost no urine stains or racing stripes", he offered.
Nic didn't exactly know what to say but didn't want to be disrespectful so
he replied sheepishly, "Thank you sir." Turning his attention to Justin,
Tom continued, "Justin, your underpants are another story entirely." Justin
stared silently as he found himself once again holding his breath.  "Your
undies are disgusting!  They are dirty on the outside and it's apparent
that you haven't been changing them each day.  Am I right?" Tom asked. 
Justin wrinkled his brow again with concern and quietly answered, "I, I
guess so".  Nic cringed at his little brother's response as his dad
continued.  "They have a strong smell of urine and poop.  The pee stains
are too big to be caused from dribble after taking a leak.  And they're
loaded with racing stripes" he said staring at Justin while waiting for a
response, but the boy was frozen with fear.  Nic looked over at Justin and
felt concern for his brother.  Almost compassion as he feared where this
was headed.  Another spanking on top of the already raw ass was more than
even he could handle.

   Tom stood up, walked over to Justin, and reached out a hand, "I'm going
to need you to come with me." Justin slowly reached up to take his dad's
hand but hesitated to get up unsure once again about what was happening. 
His dad waited patiently as the naked 12-year-old boy finally stood to his
feet.  Justin managed to squeak out a response, "Where are we going?" Tom
remained calm and replied, "To my room." As he began to lead the child by
the hand, Justin started to cry quietly and walked slowly along with his
dad down the hall.  Nic closed his eyes and decided he'd better not restart
the game.

   Tom led Justin into the parent's bedroom once again and shut the door
behind them.  He took the boy over to his bed and instructed him to lay on
his stomach.  Justin crawled on the bed as tears streamed down his face. 
He watched as his dad went into the bathroom expecting him to return with a
paddle or belt.  When his dad returned with a container of bathroom wipes,
he was confused, but remained worried.  Tom bent down and placed his face
up close to his son's and started to wipe away his tears with his thumbs.
"I didn't bring you in here to spank you again", he offered.  "I want to
check your bottom to see if it's clean." Justin shook his head that he
understood and felt relief before becoming concerned again about failing
his Dad's cleanliness test.  Tom stood to remove a couple of moist wipes
from the package and turned his attention once again to the boy's bottom.
He used his left hand to slightly spread the child's butt cheeks and used
his right hand to wipe up his son's crack.  The wipes returned covered with
a light brown color which is what Tom expected to find.  He took more wipes
and continued to wipe paying close attention to the child's anus.  He took
more wipes and cleaned slightly inside the boy's anus until it returned
without much brown waste.

   Tom sat Justin up on the bed and showed him the soiled wipes.  "Do these
look clean to you?", he asked.  "No sir", Justin replied gently.  "This is
unacceptable, wouldn't you agree?" he asked.  Justin shook his head to
agree.  "Son, you are 12 -years-old.  You shouldn't need a parent to clean
your ass.  Am I right?" he asked.  Justin replied, "Yes sir".  Tom sat on
the bed next to his naked son and spoke calmly, "As I mentioned earlier
when I first came into your room when I got home, I'm going to be focused
on you and your needs from now on.  Do you understand what that means?" he
asked.  Justin again replied, "Yes sir".  Tom continued, "It means you will
no longer be getting a pass around here.  You will be expected to grow up
and do your part.  You know my rules and I'm gonna be checking for
compliance.  That means completing your chores without being reminded, not
talking back to your mother, not fighting with your brother, maintaining
good grades at school, and following my rules", he continued.  "I'm going
to be checking up on you regularly and when I find a problem, I'm going to
address it.  Often, that will result in a spanking.  If I find the
spankings are happening too often, then I will have no choice than to
resort to using the belt.  Do I make myself clear?", he asked.  Justin
replied, "Yes sir." Tom explained, "Like I said, I didn't bring you in here
for another spanking.  If you didn't already have some remaining marks on
your bottom, I would do just that.  I would put you on the bed and use the
paddle to set your ass on fire again.  However, this still needs to be
addressed to help remind you to keep my rules." Justin asked, "What's gonna
happen?".  "I'm not ready to explain it yet.  I'm going to go pick up
something for dinner at the grocery store, and we will discuss it when I
return", Tom instructed.  "Now go let your brother know that I will be back
in a few minutes and that I expect perfect behavior from the both of you
while I'm gone." Justin jumped from the bed and looked at his dad, "Yes
sir. I'm sorry I was dirty, and my underwear is so nasty.  I'm gonna do
better, I promise", he offered.  Sensing real sincerity and tenderness on
the boy's part, Tom reached over and embraced the child.  They remained
locked in a tender embrace for more than a minute as Justin offered a few
more silent tears.  Tom pulled away and took Justin's face in his hands has
they looked into each other's eyes before kissing him on the bridge of the
nose and releasing him to return to the family room.

   Justin's GoodNite

   About 45 minutes later Tom returned home with a large pepperoni pizza
and a couple of grocery bags.  The boys were excited about the pizza and
wasted no time digging in.  In fact, all three of them stood at the kitchen
counter enjoying their first slice.  Nic went to the frig and returned with
drinks for everyone.  "He really is turning into a fine young man", Tom
thought to himself as he reflected on his oldest son's gentle spirit.  "Oh
sure, he could get angry or frustrated like any boy, but he was generally a
kind and compliant child.  In addition, he was a pretty good big brother to
Justin.  When the façade was removed, he really did care for his brother
and watched out for him" he thought to himself.

   The mood began to lighten as the sun started to hide behind the horizon.
The three stood enjoying their dinner and talking about nothing important.
That was the point.  The boys were letting their guard down and hardly
noticed they were naked.  They made no attempt to cover their genitals at
this point.  Tom moved around the kitchen and family room to close the
blinds before turning on some lights in the house.  He didn't want to risk
nosey neighbors looking in on his naked kids and causing problems.  What
happened in this house tonight was no one else's business.

   Nic began to put away the remaining pizza and wipe down the countertop
without being asked to help.  He returned with a pack of cookies; took one
for himself and dropped rest in from of his little brother who offered up a
big grin.  Tom feeling even more appreciation for Nic's thoughtfulness,
reached over and ran his hand through the right side of his hair gripping
back of his neck.  He pulled his oldest son's head into his own and kissed
his temple.  Nic felt awkward but liked it.  This was a side of his father
that he hadn't seen often.  His dad would offer an occasional hug and slap
on the butt, but nothing he would consider emotionally intimate.  Something
that both Nic and Justin craved from their father but didn't really
acknowledge.  Just then Nic's face turned bright red and he looked away
from his dad's loving gaze.  Tom could easily see something was wrong but
thought initially that his kiss embarrassed the 15-year-old.  It wasn't
until Justin began to giggle and point out Nic's erection that the
situation became clear.  "Justin that's enough", Tom responded but not in
an unforgiving manner.  "It's ok and it happens to all of us", he said in
an attempt to defuse the issue.  Nic quickly retreated to the family room.

   Tom's action with Nic was spontaneous and driven by feelings he had
suppressed for some time.  He really did love both of his boys but allowed
his harsh parenting style to take priority.  For their benefit.  At least
that's what he told himself -- until now.  Emotions that he had suppressed
were beginning to surface.  He hadn't planned for this to happen, but the
circumstances seemed to line up with his desires.  His current reality was
that he was home alone with his two sons wearing only their submissive
demeanors and his wife was out of town for the weekend.  While his
intentions were uncertain, his desires were clear.

   "Dad, what are these?", Justin asked causing Tom to snap back to reality
as he looked over at his son pulling something from one of the grocery
bags. "Diapers?!", Justin exclaimed.  "Why did you buy diapers?", he asked
with a look of shock on his face.  Tom walked over to Justin and responded,
"Remember when I said we would still need to deal with the issue of your
undies?" Justin hung his head and returned a faint "yes sir".  "Until you
can demonstrate to me that you're ready to go back into underwear, we are
going to try these out.  And besides, they're not exactly diapers.  These
are GoodNites underwear and they make them for big boys that act like
little boys", he explained as he grabbed the pack with one hand and walked
Justin into the family room.  Tom sat on the sofa and ripped open the
package to remove one of the undies made from absorbent diaper material. 
Because these were the L/XL size for older boys, they were printed with a
camo design rather than a superhero like Spiderman or The Hulk.  Taking the
diaper, he opened it up and motioned Justin to step closer as he lowered it
to the floor.  "Step in", he instructed as Justin placed a hand on each of
his dad's shoulders to steady himself as he placed a foot through each of
the leg holes.  Tom pulled them up and wiggled them onto the boy's hips. 
They fit perfectly around the 12-year-olds small frame.

   Tom pulled Justin over and sat him on his left knee.  "I want you to
wear these until I decide you can take them off.  Do you understand?" he
asked.  Justin continued to look toward the floor in despair but shook his
head.  "I'm also revoking your bathroom privileges for the time being", he
added.  Justin looked up with surprise and exclaimed, "I can't go to the
bathroom?" Tom started to answer when the boy continued, "But I already
gotta go pee!" Tom remained calm and explained, "You can go pee anytime you
want, but you will need to do it in the GoodNites." Justin was not
impressed.  He crossed his arms and sat back on the sofa to protest.  "If
you do need to pee, I'm going to need you to stand and do it.  I'm not sure
if these things leak and I don't want anything on the furniture", his dad
instructed.  Justin didn't acknowledge as his anger began to give way to
more tears.  While Tom could deal with a wet diaper, he considered telling
the boy he wasn't allowed to poop in them but decided that was very
unlikely.

   Justin moved to the end of the sofa in protest, so Tom motioned for Nic
to slide closer.  He grabbed the TV remote and selected a movie for them to
enjoy together.  Justin watched the movie as well, but kept his mouth shut
tight while extending his bottom lip in protest.  After a few minutes, Tom
put an arm around Nic and the teen responded by leaning into his dad's
embrace and placing his head on his dad's shoulder.  Tom gently caressed
the teen's smooth shoulder and chest while silently questioning if his
oldest son could detect his dad's boner.  If he did, he didn't call
attention to it.  About half way into the movie, Nic started to doze off
and placed his head on his dad's lap.  It was a tender moment for them both
and allowed Tom better access to the naked teen.  Motivated by his
rock-hard erection, Tom began to rub Nic's round smooth bottom until he was
fast asleep.  As the 2-hour movie neared its ending, it was obvious that
Justin was uncomfortable.  He continued to squirm with discomfort and
fidget with the crotch of his diaper while being careful not to get caught
as he occasionally attempted to steal a glimpse from the other end of the
sofa.

   The movie was almost over, when Justin couldn't remain seated any
longer. He stood up and walked over to stand in the kitchen a few feet
away. He didn't want to give his dad the satisfaction of wetting his
diaper, but he couldn't hold it any longer.  His face was flush with
humiliation as he stood alone and closed his eyes.  He focused on relaxing
his body, when he felt warmth began to build around the tip of his small
penis.  He took in a deep breath and slowly exhaled as the flow increased
and he could now feel the warm urine follow down his groin and gather
between his legs and eventually moving up into his lower butt crack.  His
eyes remained closed to avoid making eye contact with his dad as he
breathed slowly to complete his task.  His immediate sense of relief was
quickly replaced by humiliation from the now sagging diaper.  Tom was able
to look back and watch as his son reluctantly surrendered to the diaper and
more importantly, his will.

   After the movie ended, Tom turned off the TV and nudged Nic to wake him.
"Come on sport", he whispered.  "Wake up and head to bed".  Nic slowly
awoke to his dad's tender embrace and gave a smile as he stood and
stretched out his beautiful naked body.  Tom stood as well and placed an
arm on his back to lead him toward the hallway, "why don't you go pee and
head to bed, I think it's going to be an early night for all of us", he
offered.  "Yes sir", Nic replied as he rubbed his eyes with his fist before
heading toward the bathroom.  "Oh, and don't forget you're still on
underwear restriction, so no PJ's or undies tonight", Tom instructed.  "Yes
sir", Nic replied sleepily as he headed down the hallway toward the
bathroom.

   Tom walked into the kitchen toward Justin who still refused to make eye
contact.  "You wet?" he asked knowing the answer to his question but asked
it anyway.  Justin responded with a slight head nod to indicate he was and
then asked, "Can I take this off now?" "No" Tom replied.  "But we will go
get you changed", he added.  "I can do it", Justin gently insisted being
careful not to sound bossy.  "You are not to touch that diaper.  Do you
understand?", Tom insisted.  "Yes sir", Justin replied with his pouty lip
in return.  "Now go wait for me in my room while I turn out the lights", he
instructed.  Justin didn't respond but headed down the hall to his dad's
bedroom.

   Daddy's Bedtime

   By the time Tom passed by Nic's bedroom, he was already asleep in his
bed.  He entered his own bedroom and closed the door behind him.  Justin
was standing next to the bed.  His instinct was to sit on the bed but
thought he had better not take a chance that his diaper might leak.  After
waiting so long to pee, he was certain it was completely full.  It sagged
between his legs making it awkward when the boy walked, and its heavy
weight made it feel as if it might slide off any minute.

   Justin watched as his dad walked past him to enter the bathroom and then
returned with a bath towel that he spread out on the edge of the bed.  His
dad motioned for him to come closer and then positioned the boy with his
back toward the bed and reached under his armpits.  Justin raised his arms
slightly as his dad lifted him off the floor and placed him squarely on the
towel.  "Lay down", his dad instructed.  Justin lay back with his legs
draped over the edge of the bed.

   Tom reached for the waistband of the kid's diaper and located the seam
on one side.  He considered pulling the diaper down his legs but given the
sag he thought it might get messy.  Instead he pulled at the seam until it
tore apart.  Unlike a traditional diaper, the GoodNites were pulled on like
underwear.  He continued tearing it until the thin side material was
separated.  He repeated the process for the other side and then pulled the
front of the diaper away from Justin to reveal his small penis and tight
balls.  A strong smell of urine arose causing Tom to briefly turn his head
away.  "You really did have to go didn't you", he said looking down at
Justin.  "Hold tight, I need to get you wiped down", and then walked into
the bathroom to run a washcloth under warm water.  When he returned, Justin
had both hands over his penis.  "You're gonna need to move those out of the
way", he said.  "Besides, you know I don't allow either of you boys to hide
your privates from me, right?" "Yes sir", he responded removing his hands
back to his side.

   Tom opened the warm washcloth and began to wipe the urine residue off
his youngest starting with his legs.  He cracked a small smile as he
spotted the shamrock birthmark on the kid's right inner thigh.  He hadn't
noticed that in ages.  He wiped down the outside of his right leg before
moving to the inside.  He lifted the boy's right leg to get underneath to
his buttocks.  He repeated the process on the left leg before having the
boy flip over on his stomach.  He started at the lower part of his bottom
and worked his way up.  First the outside of each cheek and then he spread
the 12-year-old boy's cheeks with his left hand and ran the washcloth up
his crack.  He continued wiping around the anus, when Justin turned his
head to one side, and complained, "Dad, I only peed my diaper.  I didn't go
number 2!" Tom continued while playfully answering, "Trust me, this little
hole of yours needs it.  Now, flip over on your back again while I go rinse
this washcloth out." After allowing the water to warm up again, Tom rinsed
out the poop stains from the washcloth and ringed in out to remove the
excess water.  When he returned, Justin was on his back and didn't bother
covering his privates.

   Tom started by wiping down just below his cute little belly button, and
then wiped down both sides of his waist.  Afterwards, he wiped around his
smooth hairless groin and then his tight ball sack.  Justin took a deep
breath and closed his eyes as his dad gently handled his testicles while
cleaning the urine from them.  His penis began to grow in Tom's gentle
grip. Justin stiffened his body, tightened his butt, and took another deep
breath.  His eyes remained shut tight and his face began to blush with a
light shade of pink from embarrassment.  Tom carefully pulled back on the
child's foreskin to reveal the pink glistening head.  He placed the damp
washcloth on it and wiped it before moving down the shaft.  After cleaning
the urine residue, he released Justin's penis allowing the fully erect 4
inches [10 cm] of boyhood to snap back against his body.  "Don't be
embarrassed son --.  about the erection.  It's perfectly normal", he
offered.  Justin didn't respond or open his eyes.  Tom reached down with
his right index finger and touched the tip of his stiffy.  Justin's body
gave a slight jerk.  Tom continued by sliding his finger down the erect 4
inches [10 cm] until it reached his balls.  Justin continued to wiggle his
body and breathe deeper in response.  Taking his entire right hand, Tom
reached under the boy's bottom to rub it.  Justin lifted his butt off the
bed to provide access.  Bringing his hand up, Tom grabbed his balls and
massaged them gently.  He took his hand and moved it up to cup the boy's
erection.  "That feels good doesn't it?" Tom asked but Justin only
responded with more fidgeting.  "You know Justin, as boys we all have needs
that are different from girls.  Like what you saw with Nic in your room
earlier today.  Including what I'm doing for you now.  It feels weird, but
it also feels nice", he explained while continuing to massage his penis. 
"Your mom didn't have any brothers, so she doesn't understand how things
are with boys.  So, it's important that we keep the guy stuff between us.
We don't need to concern your mother with any of this.  Got it?" Tom asked.
Justin remained with his eyes closed and didn't respond.  "Son, do you hear
me?", Tom insisted quietly.  Justin kept his eyes closed and shook his head
that he did.  Requiring a firm response, Tom raised is voice a bit while
continuing to rub the boy's hard penis, "I want you to look at me and
answer me." Justin raised his head from the bed, looked up at his dad and
said, "Ok".  "And not a word to your friends or teachers, even Jacob", he
barked and then waited for a response without releasing the kid's dick. 
"Yes sir.  I won't say nothin to anyone, I promise", Justin answered with
tears building in his eyes as he closed them again and let his head fall
back on the bed.

   Tom stood over the bed admiring his youngest son's naked beauty becoming
increasingly aware of his own pounding erection.  As he continued to rub
his young son's erect penis, he quickly realized that he was at a
crossroad. He could dress the boy in his diaper and send him to bed, or he
could accept the risk and address his own desires.  He began to convince
himself that it would be good for their relationship.  It would add a level
of intimacy between them and it would reinforce his dominant role in the
family.  Besides, Justin might actually enjoy it.  Tom was trying
desperately to justify the decision that he seemed to have made.

   He pulled the towel from underneath the child and used it to dry the boy
from his cleaning efforts.  He dropped the towel to the floor and began to
undress himself.  He pulled his shirt off and then removed his shoes and
socks.  He unsnapped his pants and lowered his zipper before lowering his
pants to the floor.  He wasn't exactly sure about how to proceed, but he
knew that he wanted it desperately.

   Sensing something was wrong, Justin opened his eyes to see his father
standing over him in his underwear grabbing hold of an obvious erection. 
"Dadddd?" Justin questioned with a look of confusion and concern.  Tom
didn't answer but moved to the other side of the bed and pulled back the
covers and top sheet before lowering his boxer briefs and sliding into the
bed.  He cleared the bed beside him and instructed the boy, "come over here
next to me." Justin's eyes were wide with excitement and worry.  He didn't
move.  Tom reached over to grab the boy by the arm and gently guide him
closer.  Justin couldn't see any other option than to do as he was told. 
"What's this?", Justin asked.  "You're sleeping with me tonight", he
replied reaching over to turn off the lights.  "But -- but why are you
naked", Justin asked hesitantly.  "No PJ's remember.  Goes for the whole
house tonight", his father answered.

   Tom positioned his own body against Justin and embraced the child.  He
placed his face directly over Justin's before licking his own lips before
giving his son a quick kiss.  He kissed him several more times as each
lingered more than the last.  Finally, he pressed his lips against the
boy's mouth and began to kiss him passionately.  Justin made no effort to
return the favor or even understand how, so he kept his eyes closed.  Tom
continued for several minutes before pressing his tongue into the child's
mouth and began to explore it while he ran his right hand down the boy's
smooth body until he found the child's semi-erect penis.  He began to
caress the child's privates until it returned to its full potential once
again as he rubbed his own erection up and down the boy's side.

   Justin was frozen with fear as he attempted to understand what was
happening.  He had never seen his dad like this.  It was as if he was no
longer in control and something else or someone else had taken over.  A
part of him enjoyed the urges he felt as his dad continued to rub his dick,
but it still felt weird.  His side felt wet as his father thrust his penis
up and down his hip.  His dad suddenly stopped and reached over to the
table beside his bed to grab something.  Justin couldn't see what it was
before his dad looked down at him.  "Son, I need you to trust me now.  You
know I love you and that I wouldn't do anything to bring harm to you, don't
you?  He asked.  "Yes sir --." Justin quietly replied.  "I don't expect you
to fully understand this, but I need you to listen to me about what's going
to happen next" he paused thinking if he explained it might relieve some of
the boy's fear.  "I'm really excited and I need to do something about it.
Do you understand?" he asked.  "Not really" Justin replied.  "Well --" Tom
hesitated as he contemplated how best to explain the situation to the boy.
"I have -- needs --.  sexual needs, and since your mother isn't here, I'm
going to need your help son.  Do you get my meaning?" Justin maintained a
puzzled look on his face and shook his head that he didn't.  Tom had no
choice, but to be blunt at this point.  Besides, he couldn't wait a minute
more as he continued slowly stroking the boy's side with his leaking
erection.  "Ok --.  let's see" he offered.  "Son, I'm going to put my penis
in your butthole and uh --.  uh -- Well, I'm gonna fuck you in the butt --
kinda like fucking a girl" he explained.  "You know what that means don't
you?" he asked.  Justin teared up again and responded, "Dad you can't do
that!  It's wrong!  It's weird!  You can't!" Tom ignored his plea and
continued, "I'm going to put you on your stomach and place a couple of
pillows under you to raise up your bottom.  I'm not going to lie to you. 
This is going to hurt a little, but you will be fine.  I'll take it slow
and it will only take a few minutes" he offered before raising up and
reaching for pillows.  "Up on your knees" he instructed as he gently pulled
Justin by his arms.  He stacked the pillows and continued "lay down with
your hips on the pillow" he said as he helped place the boy in position.

   With the boy stretched naked before him preparing for the assault, he
placed a generous amount of coconut butter lotion in his right hand. 
Justin felt the cold wet lotion as his dad rubbed it into his crack and
worked it around his anus.  Tom quickly inserted a finger into the boy's
anus to the second knuckle.  The boy's back arched as he raised up with
both arms and complained.  "Owww.  No dad!  It hurt's!  I wonna stop,
pleeeease!".  Tom gently pushed on the boy's back to get him back down on
the bed before placing his weight on the boy's lower small frame to hold
his legs in place.  He then added a second finger.  "OWWWW!  DAAAAAD. 
NOOOOO!" Tom held the boy as he attempted to move free.  "It will be easier
if you relax and breathe deep.  It will relax your bottom and make it go
much easier" he offered as he began to work his fingers in and out.  Justin
tried to comply and began to breathe deliberately.  Tom thought he really
needed a dildo or butt plugs, but his fingers would have to do.

   The boy needed more time, but Tom didn't have any to spare.  If he
didn't act now, he would spray the boy's back with sperm ruining the entire
experience.  He knew this had to happen and it had to happen now!  He
reached for more lotion and covered his dick.  He pulled the boy's legs
apart and leaned his penis toward the boy's crack.  He ran it up and down
the greasy crack a couple of times before grabbing the penis and directing
the head to meet the boy's tight pink virgin anus.  He started working it
in and out trying to gain access.  "Breathe son -- breathe.  Now try to
push out like your pooping" he whispered in the boy's ear.  He kept working
it until the head finally breached the boy's efforts to maintain his
innocence.  Justin let out a yell and attempted to raise up, so Tom placed
more weight to hold the boy down.  Justin replaced his pleading with loud
crying as the reality of his dilemma set in.  Tom worked his penis in and
out with tiny thrust - allowing the boy's virgin hole to somewhat prepare.
After a few minutes, he had about 3 inches inserted while Justin buried his
face and gripped the bedsheets with tight fists.  Recalling his dad's
advice, he began to breathe deep in an attempt to manage the sharp pains he
felt in his anus.

   Tom couldn't believe this was happening.  Once he acknowledged his
sexual interest in his boys, he fantasized of this moment.  It was pretty
much the subject of his masturbation lately.  His 12-year old son's tense
body was spread out under his large frame as he administered the boy's
first fucking.  In fact, it was a first for each of them and Tom couldn't
wait any longer.  He pressed deeper into the kid's virgin boy pussy. 
"OWWWW!  THAT HURTS!", Justin yelled and began to sob loudly.  Tom barely
even noticed his son's cries at this point.  He dropped his head down and
began to kiss the back of Justin's neck as he continued until the boy's
tight ass held every bit of his 6 inch [15 cm] penis.  He worked it out and
back in slowly hoping it would become easier for the boy.  This continued
for a couple of minutes before Tom decided it was time to defile the child.


   Tom thrust his dick hard up against the boy's smooth virgin ass. 
"OWWWW! I CAN'T --.  I CAN'T --.  I CAN'T DO THIS!  IT'S TOO BIG!  IT'S
HURTING BAAAAD!  DAD, YOU GOTTA STOP.  PLEEEEEEASE STOOOOOOP!  I'M GONNA BE
GOOD I PROMISE.  PLEEEEEEASE STOOOOP!", the child pleaded his case as the
sharp pains in his anus jabbed through his abdomen to protest that which
was unnatural for the boy's small body.  Again, Tom couldn't hear his
pleas. His compassion for his son, the son he loved dearly, was overwhelmed
with his passion for release.  Release of the sexual energy that had been
building for some months now.  This sexual tension was sparked earlier in
the day when he received the call from his distraught wife regarding their
youngest boy's poor school performance.  He knew the behavior had to be
addressed and for legitimate reasons, but his lust began to smolder as he
nursed an erection the entire drive home to punish the boy.

   Tom pulled his penis from the boy's ass careful not to allow the head to
escape its warm pleasure zone.  He thrust it again.  The boy continuing to
yell for help and beg for mercy.  He increased his tempo until finally he
was pounding the 12-year old boy's ass so hard he had to grip the child to
prevent his small body from moving forward with each thrust.  He held the
boy's shoulders and he fucked the boy as hard as any woman.  Harder in
fact. The motion rocked the bed violently, causing the spring in the
mattress to squeak to his rhythm.  The impact of his groin against the
child's virgin bottom resulted in a slapping sound that sped up until he
was finally at full throttle.  Tom's breathing deepened as his body gave
every ounce of energy to completing the task of fucking his youngest.  He
increased his grip on the boy, pressed his face against the boy's until it
happened.  "UGHHHHHHHH, UGHHHHHHH, OHHHHHHH, OHHHHHHH!" he sounded in a
guttural tone as he shot a load of his sperm deep into the boy's bowels. 
He kept thrusting as his manhood continued to pass from father to son. 
"OHHHH MYYYYYYYY.  OHHHHHHHH!!!!!, UGHHHHHHHHH!", his body continued to
throb with spasms of pleasure until he sensed it was nearing completion. 
He continued to thrust but slowed considerably.  He buried his face into
his son's neck gasping for air as he continued to hold tight with slow in
and out movements to prevent cheating himself from even one drop of
pleasure.

   This was truly the best orgasm in his entire 44 years on this earth he
recalled thinking.  His grip loosened from the boy, as his chest now pumped
to regain enough oxygen to sustain his spent muscles.  Realizing he was
resting on top of Justin, he shifted his weight to the right to roll off
the boy but kept him in his embrace.  His penis, still rock hard, pulled
from the boy's anus and pressed against his side smearing the white pearly
seed on the boy's back as it also oozed from his crack dripping onto the
sheets soiled with sweat, sperm, and a small amount of fecal matter.  Tom
held his son as the boy also struggled to catch his breath from the
constant cries, sobbing, and tensed body to fight each painful assault. 
Both were covered in a layer of sweat.  Justin's hair was damp and his face
wet from tears and mucus from his nose.

   Tom's first lucid thought was for his son.  Listening to the boy he
noticed his breathing was slowing to a normal pace and that his cries had
reduced to an occasional whimper.  He next thought he should get up and
clean them both, but he couldn't find the strength to move.  Tom kissed his
son on the cheek and felt a closeness he had not felt for any other person,
ever.  "I love you son", he whispered.  Justin, turned to face his father
and gently embrace him to find some familiar comfort and quietly replied "I
love you too daddy" and then began to drift off to sleep.

   Tom held his son in their naked embrace and stared at the ceiling of the
dark room to contemplate how wonderful this was as his body reclaimed
normal rhythms of breathing and heart flow.  Something caught his eye and
he looked over to see Nic's dark silhouette in the doorway.

   The combination of Justin's yells and his dad's voracious movements had
awakened him from his sleep next door.  He knew it sounded like passionate
sex -- or maybe even rape, but he couldn't reconcile what he was hearing
with what he knew about his dad, but he decided he should check it out.  He
jumped from his bed and approached the bedroom door and hesitated as he
reached for the doorknob.  Justin had been begging for it to stop, but now
it sounded like the cries were muffled by the bed.  He had to know for
sure, so he quietly opened the door to peek inside.  The room was dark, but
he could easily make out the image of his dad on his little brother fucking
him fast and hard.  Given their apparent preoccupation, he opened to door
completely and took one step into the room.  He stood and watched silently
with his rock-hard dick in his hand as his dad reached his climax and
deflowered his little brother.  He struggled to make sense of his emotions.
Part of him felt he needed to jump in and stop a terrible thing from
happening while another part of him felt jealous.  Either way, it certainly
excited his 15-year-old hormones.

   Tom realized it was Nic and knew he had to say something, or the boy
would dart back into his room.  "Nic.  It's ok.  Come over here son", he
offered.  Nic hesitated but felt drawn to what was happening in the bed. 
Instinctively, he put his feet into motion and walked over the opposite
side of the bed from where his sleeping brother was lying next to his dad.
He reached the side of the bed and stood frozen not sure about what to do
next.  His dad reached up with one hand and held it open offering an
invitation.  Nic reached out and took his dad's hand and felt his gentle
squeeze.  "Slide in next to me", his dad whispered.  While it felt wrong,
it also felt right in a way, Nic reasoned as he complied with his father's
request.

   Tom gently pulled the teen boy toward him and embraced him fully.  He
placed a hand around the back of Nic's neck and pulled his head into his
own and held him tenderly as he put his right leg over the boy's legs and
pulled him in close.

   Nic could feel his dad's sweaty body against his own as he allowed
himself to be engulfed by his father's tenderness.  His dad held him close
and began to kiss the side of his face and then his cheek.  He pulled his
face back ever so slightly as they locked eyes before his father reached in
and gave him a gently but lingering kiss on the lips.  Nic felt something
stir in his stomach as his dad followed with another that was longer and
more passionate.  Unlike, Justin, Nic wrapped his arms around his father
and kissed him in return.  It excited both as their fully erect genitals
made contact.  They continued kissing and worked their hips back and forth
in the moment of growing passion.

   Tom reached around and placed a hand on Nic's bottom and pulled him in
tight and then began to caress.  It was clear that Nic wasn't going to last
much longer.  Tom was aware of his teen's sexual rhythm from their frequent
masturbation sessions.  Once Tom got going, Nic never took more than a few
seconds to shoot his load.  Unless of course, it was once of Tom's tests to
see if the boy had served himself without permission.  In those instances,
the boy could labor to reach climax if the offence had just occurred.

   Tom raised up on one elbow and faced his oldest son, "Lay back", he
instructed as he moved toward the end of the bed.  He spread the teen's
legs and began to rub up his thighs to his groin and then to the boy's
smooth belly.  Nic began to relax has he waited for his dad to take this
lead which was always the case.  Tom continued to rub up and down the boy's
entire body only brushing up against the child's erect penis.

   He brought his hand under the boy's thighs and moved up.  Nic raised his
ass to allow his dad access.  Tom knew the boy enjoyed it when he played
with his bottom.  He began to rub his ass and then into his crack to
massage his anus.  Nic could not remain still and moaned with pleasure. 
Looking over, he could see Justin was completely out and unaware of any of
this.  "Dad!", Nic injected.  "I can't hold it.  I'm gonna cum any minute".
"Not yet son", Tom responded.  "We're gonna try something different
tonight".

   Tom moved in between the teen's legs and ran his tongue across his
testicles and then up the hard-wet shaft.  "Ughhhh, owwwwww", Nic moaned
with pleasure.  Tom wanted to prolong the experience for his son, but he
wasn't having it.  Tom quickly placed his mouth over the boy's penis and
wrapped his lips around the plump head and began to work his tongue around
the glands back and forth.  Nic let out a yell, "Ohhhhhh my gooooood,
daaaaaad.  Ughhhhhh".  Tom grabbed the boy's balls with one hand and took
his other to ram a finger up the boy's tight ass as he fully engrossed the
man-sized dick with his mouth and began to work up and down quickly.  Nic
threw his arms out across the bed and began to thrust his hips deeper into
his father's moist hole, "Ohhhhhh, daaaaaaad, I can't stop it.  Ughhhhhhh",
he yelled.  Tom worked his finger in deeper and continued moving his mouth
up and down the boy's dick.  He felt the kid's anus clamp down on his
finger as he raised his pelvis off the bed.  "UGHHHHHHHHH!  UGHHHHHHHHHHH!
OHHHHHHHHHHH!  OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OHHHHHHHHHHHH!".  Tom felt the boy shoot
his creamy load into his mouth has his entire body tensed and shook at its
core.  He maintained his oral grip and slowly continued to work the member
has his son remained in his trance and offered 3 more smaller squirts each
accompanied by lessening moans.  "Ohhhhhhh, Ohhhhh myyyyyyyy, Owwwwwwwww".
Tom continued to receive all the boy had to offer as he worked his finger
gently in his anus until the boy was spent.

   Tom pulled his finger from the boy's ass and raised his mouth off his
increasingly sensitive dick as his son occasionally would reach for his
dad's head and jerk from the gentle contact.  He raised up from the bed and
looked down on his son's ecstasy.  His breathing slowed, his eyes remained
closed, and his face was flush even in the darkness.  He reached down to
embrace the boy when Nic immediately wrapped his arms tight around his dad
and kissed him deeply.  Having swallowed some of the boy's sperm, the
remaining portion was shared by them both as they explored each other's
mouth with their tongues and enjoyed the intimate delicacy.

   The two held each other in a tight embrace unable to get their bodies
any closer as Nic began to gently cry as he buried his face in his dad's
chest.  "I love you soooo much dad", he offered.  "I love you baby", Tom
replied and kissed his boy as they shared a tenderness neither of them had
ever known.  He lay back in the middle of the bed and put an arm around
each of his naked boys and thought about what had happened over the past
few hours.  He started out looking to find sexual pleasure and while he
certainly found it like he had never known, he found something far more
precious.  He discovered his boys' tender hearts.

   The remainder of the weekend was filled with intimacy as Tom fucked both
boys' several times.  Neither of them really enjoyed the anal assault but
were learning to tolerate it.  Besides, what choice did they have?  And it
seemed a small price to pay to experience their father's genuine love.  The
boys would mutually agree not to discuss the new arrangement among
themselves, at least not directly and would refer to it as being " --with
dad".  His sperm had become a regular fixture in their daily lives as he
continued with his duties to require compliance with the house rules
including a new one.  They were not to have any sexual contact with each
other.  Tom didn't want Justin to become Nic's new fuck toy.  He would
allow it one day with his supervision, but only then.  Nic was still denied
access to pleasure himself without first getting permission, which lately
usually involved his dad taking care of it before he them flipped the boy
over to take care of himself.  Nic was glad he was getting more relief even
if it did mean his asshole was usually sore.

   A few days later at the dinner table, their mom commented, "I'm really
proud of both you boys'.  I don't know what it is, but you have both been
much calmer and compliant since your weekend with your father.  I really
appreciate how you are helpful around the house and basically never
complain or talk back." The boys looked up at each other and then to their
father without a response.  She thought to herself, "I guess Tom really
does know how to handle these boys", as each of them finished their dinner
wearing only their white brief undies before cleaning the kitchen under
their father's watchful eye.