One Small Suitcase

“Why not him? Isn’t he available for adoption?”

“Sir, uh, he’s fifteen, almost sixteen and he’s been with us all that time….our experience has been, much as we’d like to adopt out our older children, they’re a bit….well,  institutionalized, we’ve found they have problems adapting to family situations….he’s been out twice and always returned.”

“Was he mean, rude, what was the problem, you don’t return a child just because they lip off...”

“Oh, no, just the opposite, he didn’t talk, wouldn’t answer questions, hid...”

“So they brought him back? Because he was quiet, hid from a new circumstance? Was that the only reason?”

I could tell that wasn’t the only reason but she was loathe to even say whatever the word was that defined his conditions.

We played a game called ‘stare down’, one at which I usually win, would this time.

She looked both ways and almost whispered… “We think he’s, you know, we think he likes…..men”.

“So what? Most of my best friends are men, I like them….what are you trying to say? That you believe he’s a homosexual….is that it?”

“We just hate to use that word, no one knows...for sure.”

“So...I can adopt him, that ‘word’ and all, even if he doesn’t speak to me, he’s still available?”

“Well, yes, of course but…..we have ever so many other sweet children, younger…..”

“Get the papers, I’ll take him.” And left her puzzled and, whatever else she was. Dumb occurred to me.

I walked toward him, I could tell he was frightened, not knowing….I put an arm around him, hoping it wouldn’t scare him,  

“It’s okay, you don’t have to say a thing. I’m taking you with me and fuck them. I don’t care what they think you are, what I see is a handsome young man that I’d like to be my son if he wants to be and you don’t have to agree to that today, tomorrow or..,until you do, if you ever do.”

He looked down, I put a finger under his chin, lifted his face and saw he was tearing up. “Maybe this works better.” I picked him up, walked him off the grounds and yelled back, “Send the papers to my attorney...

Fortunately I’d left the car doors unlocked so it was no problem putting him in, doing up his seat belt, closed the door, rounded the car, got in, started the engine, drove away. “Don’t look back, you’ll never see that place again. Promise. Even if you burn my house down, you’re a keeper. Got it?” I think he may have looked at me, or turned his head a little but I wasn’t sure.

“Shit, they forgot to tell me your name, tell you what, when you think of a name you’d like, write it down and give it to me, okay?”

The only thing of his I had was one small suitcase that had all his clothes, everything that was his and it wasn’t much. And so for six hours we drove on, eventually the mountains came on the horizon and then we were in the foothills, nearing home, almost. It was significantly colder than when we’d left the orphanage, just opening my door I could tell he wasn’t dressed for this and I would have bet nothing he had was warmer than a cotton shirt. One way around that, I took him from the car, said I was going to hold him because it was cold then picked him up. He let me, didn’t move, all I could detect was breathing. Good thing I spend time at the gym, he must have weighed….150? 175? and I don’t know where he got them but what I was carrying was solid, packed muscle.

All through the check in process I carried him even though the looks I got were...to be expected. Shifting him so I had a free hand I made an attempt at a signature, had them put my credit card as well as the plastic that would open the door to our room in my teeth as well. I tried to ask which room, the guy behind the desk must have been psychic as he said, 305, out the elevator door, turn left. I nodded my thanks. I had one finger left which opened the elevator also used it to touch three. Once there, I put his bag down, took the card from my mouth, opened the door, pushed his case in with my foot, closed the door then put him down.

“Sorry about all that….I never thought you’d run, you were just cold and holding you seemed a good way to get you warm. Not bruised I hope.”

He stood there looking at his small bag which I handed to him not wanting to seem too intrusive but also wanted to know what he had, what I needed to get him beyond some warm clothes….Apart from some clothes, about what I expected, a tube of toothpaste, a brush, the only thing and it broke my heart was the leash and collar for, probably, a dog. I knelt beside him, picked it up...”If you can tell me or show me how to get there, we’ll go get him, promise.” He had beautiful, large grey eyes that studied me, thought about something then put him arms around me. In me ear he whispered…

“Can’t, you...”

“Don’t finish that.. please.” Picked him up again, held him, kept us both warm.

“Please, sir, please, call me Robin...I don’t have no other name, they called me John but...I found this name in a book, I like it better.”

“Then you’re Robin, soon as I can we’ll make you legally Robin and...when you want...you can have my name..it’s easy, it’s Jones. And think of what you’d like to call me...don’t worry about Dad or Father or anything, you call me what you want.” I should have expected this.

“Christopher?”

“Sure, Christopher, Christopher and Robin, sorta go together don’t they?”

He didn’t smile but he looked at me and nodded his head. I picked him up and held him mainly so he wouldn’t see me cry. Christopher and Robin….In my mind  I wondered if I could call my home “The House at Pooh Corner”?

“We have to get you some warm clothes...can you stand being cold just long enough to get to a mall or some sort of store, I can’t let you ...just...can’t.”

“Sure, Christopher...I’ll go with you...”

I wondered if there was more to that sentence?

There was a gift shop in the lobby that had a sweatshirt plugging the Wyoming Cowboys football team-they were temporary residents-as well...he picked up a zip front hoodie, no Wyoming Cowboys, I paid for it-jeez they screw you at gift shops, not as bad as airports, but one Russell hoodie just set me back fifty...I felt elsewhere, thirty five, tops. The up side was that he bundled into it, looked at me and...almost smiled. Also about then I realized how tall he was; No wonder people had stared while I carried him.

“Christopher….”

“Yes, Robin…..” This was going to take some time...It was easy enough for him to be Robin or I could be Christopher but slap the two together and...I could already feel the strange looks; No adult, called Christopher, names their son Robin….what’s my the dog? Pooh? Kanga? Eeyore? It was actually “Flop” which….didn’t sound better or seem like the name a man might give a dog; Best not to know that his sister, now deceased, was called…. “Flip”. Maybe I should call my home the “House at Pool Corner”.

“Christopher…..Thanks.” He looked right at me, those gray eyes, not hopeful, decided. “I want you to be my father….please. I need a father and you want a son, you let me have my own name. That’s what dads do.” He put his arms around me. “Okay, father and son, gotta get some clothes….hey, would you mind if they sort of matched?”

I Didn’t mean to but….I laughed. “You have something in mind.”

“I do.” And that’s when I saw him smile, almost knocked me on the floor, it meant one thing and one thing only, I Love You. Well, what else to do? Took him in my arms, held him, didn’t know what to say.

To my shock, he broke it off, put an arm around me then said, “Dad, we gotta get some clothes for us.”

At that hour I was surprised to find any sort of store open but we did...an Army/Navy store and, he got what he wanted, we matched, two soldiers, casually out of base wearing most of an Army uniform. I’ll say this, it was warm. The last thing, and I almost refused, the store would put your name on a patch then apply it to your jacket-right where the Army would stencil it. All we needed was someone to be our commanding officer so we could salute. I’d never worn clothes that were mostly used but….I gotta say, we looked real military. The boots?  I could only hope that this was one of the few times I’d wear them; They were not used, had they been, they might have been more comfortable, much more comfortable.

The guy in the shop kept saying how great we looked, he wished more dads and their kids would pick up on how fine they looked dressed like this. Even asked which branch I’d been in, probably sorry to learn that I’d been in Company UCLA….Economics division. To which Robin spouted, “I’ll get him into shape...my Dad is a great soldier.” I guess I was proud but confused. We weren’t role playing just getting some clothes that were warm until we could get home and have him hit the local stores, something more, well, I don’t know, something that looked more like a teenager.

Not that he really did. Walking, I almost said marching,  back to the car, I realized he was closer to adult than teen. I’m just a shade over 6’1’ and for his age, he was tall, maybe 5’9”? Whatever he’d done before I found him had involved some sort of hard work, no bean pole, clearly muscle on those shoulders and when he’d pulled on his Army tank top in the store, hard  not to notice his chest not only had a swathe   of fur, but his pecs were a bit puffed out. Good sturdy nipples, just slightly crowned, waiting to be bitten. I hadn’t quite meant to adopt a stud but that’s what it looks like I had, one stud ready to go.

“Hey, Dad...”

“Yeah, So….Soldier? Whaddya need?”

“We gotta go back, we forgot the flags, you know, our flag, one goes forward, one goes backward, here, on our shoulders.”

We did an about face. The guy at the store was and was not surprised...right up until Robin told him what we needed.”

“Well, shit, acourse, I shoulda thought of that, sewed enough of them on...haul off those jackets, give me a couple and I’ll have ‘em right where they should be….Mister, you got a great son.”

I looked at him. “I think he’s right….I got a great son if….”

He looked at me strangely. “If?”

“If he’ll let me be his Dad….”. He looked up then smiled. “Deal...but only if you’ll let me be your son. Okay?”

Couldn’t help it, grabbed him, held him, ruffled his hair…. “Deal..Son. You got a deal”.

In one way I was a little sorry there was a pause while the guy stitched on the flags; Robin was going to be a first class shopper. While we waited he found two back backs, some other military shit and was almost on the verge of picking out a two man tent when the man returned. “First class soldiers, no charge, shoulda thought of it.” He could afford to be generous, Robin handed him the two back packs plus two holstered knifes as well as two packs of Army Green T shirts, boxers, jocks two sizes….Fortunately he took American Express.

Walking back to the hotel, Robin was clearly proud of...us. His cap was on straight, he saluted a couple of guys going by us not to mention the man at the front desk who seemed….puzzled at the change. I was on his side, puzzled.

My idea had been to go up stairs, maybe shower, call room service-part of the reason we were staying there-get comfortable, maybe get to know one another but that was before we hit Ft. Hood. Robin wanted to eat in the coffee shop and, learning to be an indulgent father, I agreed. Perhaps I should have seen this coming but...there was a lady, one off a hostess, who greeted us and was met with an “Evening, Ma’am” from my soldier son. She smiled. He expanded on things. “My Dad and I got leave, going skiing.” She smiled again, I almost fell over.

And one more surprise. At the table she said, “I bet you guys would like a beer, on the house. Any brand you like?” Before I could say anything, Robin gave her a smile that guaranteed whatever we wanted, we’d get and said, “Bud, Longnecks, don’t need mugs, and don’t need to comp it...but thanks for the offer.” She smiled some more then walked away.

I wasn’t exactly in shock. “Robin...you’re too young to drink...”

That killer smile. “Only if you tell them. Guess you didn’t notice, I need a shave….so do you.” He smiled again. “Didn’t notice, you’ve got officer flashes on your jacket, I’m just a dogface, father and son, Regular Army.”

In one way I was annoyed, in another, amused. For whatever reason this stunt showed me that, somehow, he cared, was making me part of his life although I thought that should be the other way around but...what the hell.

“Okay, soldier, I’ll play along but remember, officers can punish soldiers if they get out of line...understood?”

“Sir, yes Sir.” At which point the lady returned with FOUR beers.

“I know soldiers, one won’t be enough.” Robin hit her with that killer smile that made me think dinner would come at a ‘military’ discount and we could easily order a third round. That, I determined, was not going to happen.

“Soldier, I’m cutting you off at two….it’s a long day tomorrow and can’t have my son slash soldier hung over.”

He was clearly happy. “You got it. Dad.” Picked up his bottle, held it in a way I understood, we clinked and took a chug. Somewhere someone had taught him to drink. And I wondered what else?

Not only had dinner come with a ‘military discount’ but the next day, with both of us still dressed like regular army-he insisted substituting the jocks for my more plebeian Hanes, the hotel also offered another discount, military. Robin saluted the cashier, thanked her, said it was a great place to stay, we’d pass it around the base. I almost dragged him out of the lobby and threw him into the car. He’s laughing like a fool and I’m ready to pound his ass.

“Look, this isn’t funny, what you’ve done is a crime, we don’t deserve a discount, we’re not soldiers and why in hell you’d try and fuck them out of one….?”

He looked at me and smiled. “That’s the Dad I want, loves me enough to get mad at me...come on, people everywhere are trying to screw money out of whatever they can, we didn’t ask for anything, they offered.” He swallowed but continued.. “I don’t want you pissed at me….I...I thought being like this, dressed ‘n all, sort of...” He couldn’t finish it but I knew.

“Sort of bonded us, something like that? Right?”

His head drooped. “Yeah, something like that….I always wanted to be a soldier...once I had a toy, G.I.Joe, wanted to be like him...”

Stupid fool, tears shot from my eyes, I pulled the car over…It never occurred to me that he’d had...nothing. This one toy...and that collar, leash….wonder who took that dog from him? I finally got control of myself.

“Okay, soldier, you got it. Great to be us, together, father and son on leave. Whaddya say we don’t go home? What would a soldier, you for example, like to do?”

“For real?”

“Yep, for real. Name it and I’ll see what I can do.”

He looked right at me. “I want to fuck my commanding officer.”

My foot slipped, the car almost went into a ditch. All I could do was look at him.

“That’s not funny.”

“Didn’t mean it to me. Back there, at the place you got me, I heard ‘em, they’d never let me go to you cuz you were queer, least they thought you were. Well, like that bitch tried to tell you, so was I, guess they decided it was better for both of us...they thought you’d just use me, then whatever. Knew you had money...cover up whatever you did to me….”

We sat quietly, outside it was starting to snow.

“Dad, it’s true isn’t it, you’re queer just like me.”

My answer came out as almost a sigh…. “Yeah, it’s true...” For whatever reason I wanted out of the car, out of the confining atmosphere that would choke both of us, wanted to have a cigarette though I’d given it up ten years before. I felt the snow on my cheeks, wondered if tears turned to snow?

“Dad?” He’d got out of the car and came around to lean against it beside me.

“Yeah?”

“I still want to fuck my commanding officer who just happens to be my Dad, to fuck me and...I want to fuck him…” There was a pause while he thought about something. “You won’t be the first, got cherried...maybe four years ago...Shit, he was a mean son of a bitch.”

I couldn’t stop myself, I grabbed him, held him, “Jesus, son, why didn’t you tell someone….?”

“Who? Nobody believes a twelve year old kid who they’ll think is just getting even with somebody. Nobody believes a kid.”

“I would have.”

“Yeah, I know, that’s why I’m standing here, both of us butch as the Army makes you, proud to be what we really are….You would believe me cuz I’d never lie to you, no reason. There is no ‘big secret’ like there used to be. Shit, I got so tired of being shown all dressed up, told what a ‘good boy’ I was then taken away. Didn’t last long, usually someone found me jacking off and ‘good boys’ don’t do that. Fuck, you and I both know good boys, bad boys, just boys and men reach down grab their cocks and pull on it till it runs white. Come on, we’re goin’ around the car, face the fence line, pull ‘em out then have our first father/son jerk off….come on Dad...we’ll both like it.”

As we walked around the car, me in some sort of trance, my kid said, “Ya know, when we get drained, we gotta find some sorta  stop and go place, I need a smoke and I’m betting so do you. Oh, I’m gonna drive….you like cigars or cigarettes? I’m a chomper myself….”

In a dream like scenario, I stood, legs spread, by my kid our dongs out, jocks pushed aside, hard and being stroked down. He was on his way to stallion, his only comment was that he knew I’d be horse hung, when I was carrying him, he felt me get hard. With that I shot almost over the fence while he just laughed and almost did the same.

While thoughts of ‘indecent exposure, exposing a minor to...whatever’ the little shit dropped down, grabbed my still leaking prick and went down on it. Too shocked to do much, I just stood there, remembering a man, long time ago, used to suck me then edge me….only difference now, I’d done myself and this time, my soldier/son was deep throating me. I remembered how being edged felt, harsh, you were unwilling but couldn’t escape. Without losing a breath he reached up, pulled me to the ground, got over me giving me his cock…just what every father and son does, a 69 by the side of the  road pretty much naked and being made into snow men   .

Jesus!!! it was great. He had a good sized penis, growing but the promise was there. I couldn’t resist, suddenly he wasn’t a kid I got from an orphanage 24 hours ago, he and I were soldiers, hot for each other who couldn’t wait so we didn’t.

You usually couldn’t do this if you tried but we started to spasm, a load was in our bazookas, feeding time on the parade ground. For a while we lay there, just enjoying the shit out of the illicit act, the public act we’d just done. Why I said it….?

“Sometime, there’s a golf course near my place, by the 12th green, some place you can almost see if your  ball rolls that way….” He licked my nuts. Started to clean me… “Oh, yeah, Lieutenant, order me anywhere, fuck, stake me out on the green, offer some guy a free suck if he can chip one into mouth.” I was getting stiff...thinking about him tied up...in public, circling him, naked, my cock getting stiff ready to fuck his mouth…..I told him….he chubbed as well….

“C’mon Dad, I need some smokes...get back in, now...”

I guess someone did teach him how to drive.

Couple of miles on there was the usual intersection gas ‘n go with snacks, over priced everything. He swaggered in, found a pack of Havanna specials, cheap, the sort a soldier would  buy. I stood there leaning against the counter doing what every soldier does, chat up the fat girl trying to be pretty and letting her think she was succeeding. My Kid….uh, my soldier assigned to me to drive, hustled up, put two six packs of  long neck  Buds on the counter, smiled at her….. I almost expected her to ask him if he could ditch the old fart and how big was the backseat in the car?

Jesus fucking Christ, he looked over, fondled her tit saying, “Oh sweet thing I wish we had the time, you’d get what you deserve….” But it didn’t end there. Good son/ soldier, had to include his ‘commanding officer’ in the action.

“Looka here, honey clit, see where I got my hand on the lieutenant? Well, right there is a horse dick like you never seen. Screwed three hoes last night, then had to jerk off just to get soft enough to get it back in his camos…..what’ll this come to? Got a box of matches?”

It was vulgar, disgusting and just right for the situation. He was the foul mouthed soldier assigned to drive. She would have peeled and done it on the counter if she hadn’t have  been so stunned. Hell, it was the sort of talk designed for anybody; I was ready to take him on the counter, on the floor, on the sidewalk, in the parking lot, on the hood of the car….Opening the pack of cigars, he took one,  bit off the end, spit it on the floor, handed me one, struck a match on his boot, lit up while she tried to remember how much and I tried to stay easy and pay up; Only one of our trio was calm. Sticking my hand in an unfamiliar pocket I not only found my billfold but one hard dick. Looking at him, it was easy to see he was affected himself as well...anyone watching the glass door open saw some stretched camouflage come out followed by two studs disguised as men in uniform.

He had a bottle stuck between his legs, open, surreptitiously taking a pull after looking in the rear view mirror. “Hey, Dad, light up, that’s why I got these stogies, sure go good with sex….if you can’t find someone stiff...well, no one ever died from nicotine up their ass….” I forgot it had been ten years since the last time, predictably I choked, almost vomited. He just laughed. “Gotta get you back in bad habits, fuck I know one or two we’re already set for, just gotta find a bed or...ever took it in the ass in a field?”

I was too busy concurrently trying to roll down my window and coughing to immediately answer his question.

“No.”

“Too damn bad we just drained, good feeling, cold like it is, hot balls, hot ass, hard ground. Wanta put it on our ‘to do’ list?”

It probably was already on his list, just getting my cooperation was all he needed and, as he’d learned, I was real easy to talk into anything involving sex. When he chose me as his father, I could no longer think I chose him, he knew precisely what he wanted as well as who he wanted; The next step, break them to what he wanted was a snap, I’d learned that. Why not give in.

“And dirty up our new duds? Private, think it through.”

He roared with laughter. “You are right, Sir, gotta strip, use each other to get warm, keep the uniforms neat for inspection.”

My only thought was….before wherever we got wherever we were going, and I no longer had an idea about that one, I was destined to be naked in a field fucked by a man, now my son, wearing Army boots and a cap. Isn’t that what every Dad and his son do? He had me, I was getting hot just thinking about it….my only concern was what the hell the little shit also had on his mind? I did have one question…

“Where are we going?”

He had an answer. “Uh, down the road, there’s going to be a mall, find a Penney’s, we both need change out sets of clothing, like you said, the soldier thing is fine but not for everywhere.

We made one more stop. Spotting the sign for a small town about three miles off the road he took the turn off. “Great, one more thing we need and a place like this will have one.”

“One” turned out to be an old fashioned barbershop where the guy almost instinctively cut everyone’s hair into a crew cut. His was just peeled, as an officer, I got a flat top. I’ll say this, as barber cuts go, the one I got was the best flat I’d had in years. Also the first in years.

Back in the car. “Tell me that’s all the surprises.”

“You look tough, Dad, bet you’ve got steel balls.:” We drove back to the highway in silence with me, occasionally, running my hand over my newly almost hairless head. One thing, if it didn’t look military, nothing would.

That’s what we did. Hit a J.C. Penney, and, as I’d figured out to let him do the shopping. Only in the minds of others was this man a kid. What he  bought for both of us made us look like decent, businessmen, good looking-hey, we were-and now outfitted from top to bottom. He carefully gauged it so I was the older, fitting for his father, but he was no kid relieved to get out of High School on some sort of adventure. Bought so much we each needed a bag to pack it in. But that wasn’t the end of our shopping. Nope, he had the other side of the coin to dress up and that’s what we did next.

I had never been in, never thought I’d ever be in a Goodwill Store, but that was next on our, well, his, shopping list. His explanation was that all we had from Penney’s was fine but it didn’t go in lots of places, the sort working men hit after they knocked off. Took him twenty minutes to kit us out as some sort of worker, construction, assembly line, you name it we looked like it. It was all clean, decent clothing but, clearly, used just the sort of things guys who worked every day would wear. Now he found some used army boots that were actually comfortable. I learned Goodwill doesn’t take American Express which sent me on a hunt for an ATM. On a hunch I got the max it would give me, somehow I had the gut feeling we might be headed places at which credit cards were seldom seen and cash was welcome. I mentioned this to my fellow working stiff who smiled in agreement. Also told me to turn over everything to him but basic ID. Never occurred to me not to; Some instinct told me, based on what I’d seen with him, it was a lot safer with him than with me. True, UCLA may have handed me an MBA but when it came to street smarts? The kid had it all over me.

In the car we turned back into a business man and his son-it was easier to check into a Marriott that way. In our, now, several pieces of luggage, were the soldiers and the guys on the job garb. It occurred to me to wonder what we’d be disguised as next but thought, fuck it, I’d find out.

Dinner that evening was in a very nice dining room, he had a Bourbon on the rocks, nobody asked about anything, and I had a double. His only comment was to not get too drunk, he had plans for me…..And one other thing I hadn’t known but guessed no one else had.

“Dad, you got lied to cuz I lied to them a long time ago, when they first put in that place.”

“Son, you don’t need to….”

“Yeah, I do. See, I’m not sixteen, more like eighteen going on nineteen. I’ve prayed I wouldn’t have a growing spurt and get kicked out. They only had to keep me until I was eighteen so you see….”

“Why? Son, you could have walked out of there...”

“And go where? Some queer kid on the streets? Sure, I could probably learn to turn tricks, sell my as but….I always hoped some man who wanted a son and didn’t want to start with changing diapers would come along...”

“What if I hadn’t?”

He just looked at me. “I don’t know”. But I was afraid he did.

The elevator, empty except for us, was his starting point. By the time we reached our floor, he was naked from his pants up, using only one hand, while groping me with the other. In the short hall way into our room, after we threw the luggage in, he finished stripping and started on me. Having your clothes peeled from you can be amazingly erotic particularly when you’ve an idea as to what comes next. Or think you do.

Both of us naked, he grasped my cock using it to pull me to him. Once almost annealed together he put his mouth near my ear….

“Okay, Daddy, we’re going after this one, non-stop. I’m you naughty, nasty kid who has to be punished, hard. Oh how I want to feel my ass get red while you whale the shit out of me, getting ready for that big horse cock I’m holding, getting good and hard. You got an idea how I like it,  but hot assed, I want it deeper, when you feel the end, you should be able to see the head of your dick almost coming out the other side. Fuck my pleasure  bump, this is how your kid shows you how much he loves you, fuck me, oh daddy, your little  boy needs you...”

Somehow we’d moved across the room and I’d dropped on the end of the bed, him across my lap.

“Okay daddy fucker, I don’t want a spanking, I want a beating, come on, do it, now….your little boy is getting harder just imagining the first time you paddle me….”

In my life the most I’d ever hit someone, may have been when I rolled up a newspaper to slap the dog when it peed on the floor but this was nothing, no newspaper but…

He felt the first one alright, I’d grabbed a shoe and whapped him with that. He groaned. “Oh daddy, yeah, hit me again, your boy wants you to make him scream before you stick your daddy dick up me...”

Again, and again….until he was almost to the point where I was afraid he’d bleed but this was what he wanted. Only one thing left. Threw him off me, on to the bed, his ass up and I was on top of him, pinning him down before he could even squirm.

“Okay, Daddy has you warmed up, ready for him...you got a long time to feel daddy, here’s a couple of fingers, see how deep your ass is….” I spit in his crack. “Sorry, sons don’t need lube when their daddy is fucking them do they? No they don’t.”

His tail was hot as I laid my hand on it, fingers up him, more spit and then suddenly without bothering to work it in, I just stuck my rock hard dick down his ass. “There. Feel Daddy? Feel his big bull dick? Think you can take it while he works to breed you cuz that’s what daddy’s do to  bad sons, their very bad sons,  breed them. Think you can wait to suck what’s left of my dick? Eat my ass? You better or you’ll get another walloping...that’s why you bought me a wide belt, isn’t it, you wanted to feel that leather...one day I’ll get one with studs, maybe ones that spell out your name, one strike with that and you’ll have a blood  blister tattoo of your name, marks you as mine.”

He was moaning. I could see his fingers grasping the bed cover, this was real pain, what he asked for. This was his test of me to see how soft I was, well, now he knew. I loved him, would do anything for him….including this. One stop we were going to make tomorrow for me to some shopping was some place they sold gear for cops, cuffs, manacles, whatever I could find, then to a hardware store where they sold, and would alter, chain. That was in his future but now….he had me so boiling hot, so ready I couldn’t go very long. My first squirt, if my dick had been out, would have messed up the window. He could feel it, knew he’d now been fucked by his Dad. He moved his hands to hold me, wherever he could touch me.

“Oh Jesus, Dad, oh my fucking Jesus…..you’re my only Dad...forever...can I...can I just lay here with you in me? Please?”

I leaned down, kissed the back of his neck, told him as long as he wanted me I’d be there but….he owed me something. Did he remember?

He turned his head, smiled, tears covered his face. “Yeah Dad, I know, I gotta fuck you….I promised.

Slowly I rolled him over, picked him up, held him in my arms. “So, son, now you know the kind of father you got. I’ll go all the way with you but you gotta go with me. Got it?”

He was holding me now, his lips against my chest, hard to understand him.

“Oh, yeah, Dad, please, let me kiss you. Please….” I let him.

“Dad?”

“Yes, son?”

“I got something, I need to show you. May I get up?”

“Sure” Puzzled. He picked up his one small suitcase and brought it to me. I had no idea.

“Here” He took out the collar and leash. “I bought this for the man I want to be my Dad. Please, Sir, please, put it on me. Tight.”

I did. He smiled, handed me the leash. “Pull on it  while I fuck my Dad.”

And I did.

The next week coming up. Later.