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Thread: Daddy's Little Man (FDM + Sparru)

David felt a strange rising of amusement as he saw his son drop the chips and soda, it was kinda cute, seeing him so panicked. That, more than anything, made it even more obvious that the girl was indeed his girlfriend. The idea soured his smile slightly. He was tempted to do exactly what Andrew seemed to expect him to do, but mostly because he felt the need to separate him from the girl. She wasn't supposed to be a part of their life. It was supposed to be just him and his son. He fought with feelings of possession and what he refused to accept was jealousy. He didn't want to let his son know what he was thinking, feeling, so he decided to play it safe, pushing his feelings away and pretending not to be bothered. Make sure you let those sit for a while, I'm not cleaning it up if you make a mess in there. His voice would sound a little strained, and after a moment, he looked away. And make sure to keep the door open. He went over to the fridge, grabbing another beer before heading back into the lounge. He needed it to get rid of these strange and unwanted feelings. He drained his first quickly, turning on the tv before opening the other.
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Andrew stared at his father, a little shocked. Was he really getting away with this? He'd snuck his girlfriend into the house when his father wasn't supposed to be home, hadn't even told the man about her, and he'd been caught red-handed and was being told to keep his door open? He straightened himself as the initial shock quickly wore off. He let his father through to get a beer, then exchanged his sodas for two new ones before he headed back to the bedroom. He wasn't so sure he wanted to keep her there, though. Helpful or not, it just felt... awkward. Here... he offered the soda, shameful of the small contact in the kitchen. My dad's home, so... Uhm. She sat up, surprised. You didn't get into trouble, did you? He gave a small, dry laugh, trying to keep his voice down television running or not, he wasn't sure how good his dad's ears were. No, and that's the weird thing... he crouched and began to help clean up the paper and book mess they'd created. Jenny blushed, a little disheartened by this development. I dunno, it's just weird, so I think maybe you should come back some other time. Dad knows, now, so it's not like it should be hard... She zipped up her bag and pulled it over her shoulders, then they stood together. Sorry, Jenny. He gave his girl a sheepish smile, and the look made her giggle. It made him feel a hell of a lot better. It's okay. Just try to do well on your homework, 'kay? She pulled him into a gentle, affectionate hug before heading for the door, Andrew following along behind. They had to walk past Andrew's father to get to the front door, of couse, and all Andrew could do was hope that the man left them -- particularly Jenny -- alone. He didn't want to have her escape stalled, and certainly wasn't prepared for the awkwardness of first-time parentgirlfriend meeting. He attempted to quickly usher her out without interference, even rushing her a little more than he probably should've.
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David managed to keep his mind off things for the small time it took for his son to get his girlfriend out of the room. He looked up, however, as they moved through the lounge. He successfully kept his true feelings out of his expression when he saw her. She was a shy little thing, obviously, but still pretty, in her own way. Seeing a female in his house, again, reminded him of his wife, and suddenly he wondered. Could he trust this girl not to be like Janet? Not to hurt his little boy? Even Lindsay was acting like her mother, uninterested in seeing the man that had raised her, blaming it all on him. No. Women couldn't be trusted. He looked away, lest his thoughts be clear upon his face, eyes returning to the television. He was glad she was leaving, maybe he could stop thinking about it for a while. Unfortunately, the beer was having the opposite effect on him, and soon his mind was too full of thoughts to pay much attention to the screen. He wondered how long they had been seeing each other, behind his back. Wondered what it was his son saw in her. Wondered how long it would be before she either stole him away, or broke his heart. Perhaps she would do both. He felt a deep scowl settle over his expression, but didn't fight it, continuing to keep his eyes on the screen, unseeing, for quite a while if he was left to do so.
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Andrew successfully saw his girlfriend out, then sighed with relief. As he closed and locked the door, however, he looked over to find his father scowling, and fear rose up from the bottom of his belly. He swallowed, then moved back across the room, praying that he'd be let go. Just get to your room. Just get to your room. As he crossed the television, adrenaline shot through his system, his stomach flipped, and he closed his eyes, even if just for the step or two it took to escape the direct line of the machine and his father's gaze. He knew that even if he did make it back to his room unscathed and unscolded, it wouldn't stop his mind from toiling around the prospect of punishment. His father was angry with him, he was certain, and the man was just building up to the point where he'd snap and Andrew would find himself bent over the couch with a paddle smacking fervently against his ass. The thought made him shudder. His paranoia stemmed not from his father's actions, but rather those of his uncle. The man was a heavy drinker and had four kids of his own, all boys. They were all built and tough, hardened by their father's fist and switch. Lindsay had it easy when they visited since she was a girl, she was treated with a disturbing amount of kindness and generosity. For Andrew, however, things were a lot stricter. He dropped a bit of food from his plate, once, when he was little. The dog ate it and he was accused of feeding the canine intentionally. He was taken outside, told to strip nude, and was switched across his entire backside until some places welted and spilled blood. His parents never knew, and it wasn't the only time such a thing had happened when he and his sister were left in his uncle's care.
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David's eyes narrowed into sudden focus as he saw the boy scurry across his vision. His eyes moved up to follow along behind him. He could see the fear in the boy's eyes, he was obviously terrified that David would do something to him. He was, somewhere in his mind, a little confused. He had never done anything to the boy that would make him this paranoid, and was sure his mother hadn't, either. But perhaps it was just the glare that had surfaced onto his expression. He felt it fall away, and he watched after the boy. He seemed so scared, but he didn't want the boy to think he was that angry with him. Part of the anger was, in fact, directed at himself, for the confusing whirl of emotions raging through his head. He finished the beer, standing. He was still new enough at this whole drinking thing for a couple of drinks to start effecting him, but he managed to avoid any wobbling. He moved to the room, opening the door if it had been closed. Andrew.... His voice still sounded strange, but the anger was gone from his expression. His mind would be even more confused as he saw the boy's expression properly. The fear made him want to go comfort him, to hold him. He didn't even know why the feeling was confusing him, shouldn't it be natural that he want to comfort his son? This was doing his head in.
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Andrew relaxed slightly as he made it through the lounge's archway and started down the hall, glad that he'd avoided confrontation perhaps all would go overlooked, after all. He wasn't quite sure how to handle this, though, feeling a little like punishment would make him calm, at this point. He shut his door behind him, deciding to focus on his homework. Maybe getting his mind working on something as complicated as math was would help take the edge off of his confusion. He sat down on the edge of his bed and swung his legs over to stretch out, pulling a book into his lap. Then the door flung open and he nearly threw his book through the ceiling. Shit, here it comes , he thought, fully expecting his father to do any number of unholy, painful things to him. Fear was more than obvious, even making him shake a little. He bit back the urge to plead, knowing all to well what punishment begging brought. He shut his eyes and braced himself, tensing. Please get it over with, please get it over with!
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David stood there for a few moments, just staring at the boy. He looked like he was ready to piss himself with fear. Eventually, the sight compelled him to move, sitting beside his son on the bed. Drunk, and confused as he was, concern still won through in the end. Hey... He frowned a little, looking away. Emotions weren't his strong point, but he needed to at least try and reassure the boy. I'm not angry with you. That much was true. There was some annoyance, that he had been lied to, and perhaps if the boy didn't look so scared, he might have considered punishing him. Maybe grounding him for a week, something like that. Generic dad punishments. She seems nice. Technically the truth, once again. She seemed nice. His mother seemed nice as well. David's confused, but irritatingly vocal feelings were shouting against allowing this, practically encouraging it, even. He wanted to say that he couldn't see her again, some wild part of his mind even considered leaving the house, leaving the town, to make sure he'd never see her again. But she wasn't the real problem, was she? All it would cause would be to hurt Andrew, and when he finally got over her, found someone else, he would keep this next one even more secret. It would push him away. It was better to let him see her again, allow it right in front of him, so that he could at least keep an eye on him, try to keep their relationship strong. It might be longer before he left, then.
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Andrew gave a whimpered noise as he felt his father sit beside him, fingers curling into his bedding. He waited for his father's fist to meet his gut, or his hands to wrap around his throat his imagination was ruthlessly endless with possibilities. When the man spoke, again, he flinched, but wouldn't open his eyes until he mentioned Jenny. He bit his lip, peeking at him through narrowed, wary eyes. So easy to embarass, the boy's cheeks reddened as he thought of her. He looked away from his father, instead concentrating on his own knees. ... Yeah, he managed after clearing his throat twice. He still hadn't managed to relax. It was hard to believe someone wouldn't hurt him when he'd gone behind the man's back and he smelled so heavily of beer. Memory after memory of his uncle's abuse washed over him and sank in like acid. At least Andrew had been lucky enough to escape being raped or he might've been far more scarred. The beatings had been bad enough at such an early age, and recent enough that the sting of the switch on his naked skin and the burn of hot iron against his bare flesh still felt fresh and painful as ever. He had countless scars across his body, each of them an agonizing reminder of what he'd managed to escape.
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David stared at him for a few more moments. Andrew was still afraid, that much was obvious. He remained, simply looking at him for a good while before he moved to wrap his arms around his son. His feelings flared as he got that close, and only served to confuse him more. He pressed his lips, reassuringly, against Andrew's head, then found himself moving. In his drunken state, he didn't recognize what he was doing until he'd already done it. Andrew's lips were soft, amazingly so. He pulled back after a moment, but that moment was enough. He stared, with shock, at the boy, before stumbling back from the bed. What he had done, that could perhaps be explained away by his drunken state. What could not, however, was the feelings that came with it. He stumbled out of the room, into his own, slamming the door behind him. He collapsed on the bed, giving a slight, strangled noise as he felt his crotch had reacted to the small moment. The thoughts made a lot more sense, now, but it didn't make anything better.
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Andrew tensed with fear as his father's arms encompassed him. The sensation of being held was hardly comforting, all too foreign for him to find familiarity in. Even if he'd been held in the past, it was ages ago, back before his uncle's beatings had taught him that comfort was for pussies and that all he had to look forward to was pain for puishment. The press of the man's lips to his head only served to draw a dismayed noise from his throat. The press to his lips was outright shocking. The motion seemed to last forever, and he couldn't move. His eyes were wide as he recognized what it was, and the fact that he'd just lost his first kiss to his father. A mixture of utter fear and depression rose in him, and he began to protectively curl up. He was certain that what would follow it would be a thousand times worse he didn't want to be touched, and the linger arms of the man made him panic. But then he moved away. Andrew watched him, heart pounding, kneels held tightly to his chest with his arms firmly wrapped around them to keep them stationary. He was shocked that his father was leaving, though the moment he stepped though that door, Andrew shot up and slammed it, locking it swiftly before he scurried to slide under his bed. It wasn't until he felt safe, crushed between the bed box and the floor, that he began to cry. He was horrified. What the hell came over his father? Would he do it again? ... Would he do worse? He really hoped not he hoped it was all just a credit to the man's beer, that they'd never speak of this again, and Andrew could try to forget about it.
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He couldn't stop thinking about how soft those lips were, they were practically intoxicating. He could even remember the boy's scent. When he was younger, he had experimented with other males, but never felt anything like this. He wasn't even sure he'd felt something like this with his wife. Some part of him told him that it was obsession, a very unhealthy obsession that would hurt him and his son. But another, louder part of him told him much more alluring things. It would be a way to keep his son a part of his life forever. He might even let him have girlfriends, because secretly, Andrew would belong to him. The idea that Andrew might tell someone, that he might leave because of this was too horrible for his mind to comprehend. It skipped over it much like the fact that his son was only fourteen. Without a doubt, the thing that finally cemented all of this in his mind was as he reached down, hand slipping into his pants. He grunted lightly as he gripped himself, and thoughts of those soft lips, that small, young body brought him to orgasm almost as quickly as if he were just out of puberty himself. He lay on the bed for a long while, staring up at the ceiling. Eventually he cleaned himself up, heading out into the kitchen. The confusion was gone from his face, now. He cooked dinner, serving himself a plate before going back to Andrews room. He knocked, and his voice held no trace of what had happened earlier, as if it was completely gone from his mind. Dinner's ready. He then moved into the lounge, settling himself comfortably in front of the tv and starting to watch as he ate.
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The sound of his father's door opening out in the hall made him want to vomit. Even though the sound was distant, it felt much closer to him than the bed above him. He held his breath for a few moments, waiting for his father to attempt coming through his door, to invade his room for hell knows what else. He didn't want to think about it, but it was hard when no amount of wiping at his lips would remove that shameful feeling. The smell of the beer on his father's breath lingered, as well, and he couldn't get that horrid image out of his head. He'd managed to cry himself out while his father made dinner, lying still and quite beneath his bed the only sound, only movement , was that of his lungs expanding and collapsing, sending gentle waves of warm air over the arm he'd let his head rest against. He could feel that his face was raw from crying and his eyes were swollen. His nose was largely stuffed, thus he had to breathe through his mouth. When his father knocked on the door, he tensed, but remained silent. The man acted like nothing had happened, and he wasn't sure what to make of it. He knew he hadn't imagined that his father had put too much into that kiss for it to be a mere family affection. He shuddered at the sudden vividity of the memory, curling up just slightly more before he fell still, again. His father hadn't tried to open the door and he could hear the television going in the living room. He sighed heavily, and though his stomach protested, he thought it better to skip this meal. He closed his eyes and tried to relax. He wanted to sleep, hoping that he could manage to pass the rest of the night away without having to face his father, again. He would've much preferred a beating to... that . He drifted off much quicker than he'd expected, and slept peacefully, despite everything. The door remained locked, he remained under the bed, and not a sound would come from the boy's bedroom for the rest of the night, unless his father decided to make otherwise.
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David was a little worried when Andrew didn't come out for dinner, but he didn't push the matter. The boy needed time to adjust, to get used to how things were going to be. That was the only thought keeping him from barging in there and just claiming the boy then and there, though the thought definitely roused reaction in his loins. It had been a long while since he could get this horny again so quickly. By the time he finished eating, he figured his son wasn't coming out. So he put the plate aside and grinned to himself as he pulled out his already hard shaft. A few soft noises escaped his lips as he jerked himself off for the second time, but they were easily covered by the noise of the television. He almost hoped that Andrew would come out and see this, maybe even come over to help. He was aware it was a largely deluded thought, but it was still an amazingly attractive one. He imagined those soft lips around his cock, and blew his load, giving a soft groan of pleasure. He shuddered as he milked the cum from his shaft, biting his lip a little. Already, he wanted to cross the line from thinking about it to doing it, but he forced himself to be patient. He would have to ease Andrew into this. He looked down at the mess he'd made, and an idea came to him. He grinned widely, collecting most of it on a tissue and cleaning up the rest. He went into the kitchen again, and went over to the leftovers, still in the pot. He used only a little of his cum, making sure it wouldn't effect the taste too much, before tossing the rest in the bin. He stirred it in vigorously, then placed the leftovers in a container, putting it all in the fridge. Tomorrow morning, perhaps, Andrew would decide to have left-overs for breakfast, or maybe for lunch. Either way, if he did, he would end up consuming a small amount of his own father's cum. The idea almost made David want to masturbate again, but he needed a little time to recover. He went back to sit in front of the tv once more, staying there until he went to bed. He had to masturbate one last time before he could slip into a happy sleep. He'd be out of the house early in the morning, the prospect of work not quite as bad now that he had something to look forward to.
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Andrew woke late into the night, the position he'd fallen asleep in made him incredibly sore and stiff. On top of that, his stomach was aching with the need to be filled. Carefully, he pulled himself from the confines beneath his bed, stretching and cracking once he was standing. His arms tingled as blood flowed back into his extremities. With a heavy sigh, he looked at his clock. It was well after midnight and the house was silent he was positive his dad was asleep. Thank god. He tiptoed to the door. He was hungry and tired, but knew going back to bed on an empty stomach was a bad idea. He unlocked it as quietly as he could, then lifted it to decrease the chance of it's hinges squeaking and revealing his attempt. He shuddered and paused when he had it just far enough to step through. Adrenaline coursed through him as he did his best not to wake his father, unsure of what the consequences might entail. Carefully, he went on to the kitchen, avoiding squeaky floorboards and sticking to the wall. When he passed the threshold of the kitchen, he released a heavy breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. He ran a hand through his mop and opened the fridge. He was surprised to find there was so little of dinner left over, though it was enough. Despite the situation, dad's food was always better than junk, even if it was from a box or can. He grabbed it, and spoon, along with a soda, before he snuck into the lounge. It was dark as sin in there, but he didn't mind. He wouldn't dare turn on a light or the television, for fear of his dad waking and realizing he was up while the man made his way to the bathroom. He popped the soda quickly, trying to muffle it the best he could, then held his breath until he was assured his father hadn't heard. When he tasted the first of his father's meal, he was suspicious of it's taste, just slightly saltier than usual. It was so faint, however, and he didn't make a habit of eating hot meals cold, either. He ultimately decided it was just the fridge's fault and finished his food, hardly even able to see the bowl he ate from.
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David was woken at some point during his sleep by a need to relieve his bladder. He got out of the bed quietly, not feeling the need to turn on any lights. His eyes were mostly used to the dark, and he'd lived in the house long enough to be able to safely navigate most of it with his eyes closed. He moved quietly, general courtesy, not wanting to wake his son with his night-time venture. He made it to the bathroom without noticing anything, too distracted by the need to take a piss to really pay any attention. He gave a soft sigh of relief as his bladder emptied, then went on his way back to his room. He felt along the wall on the way, and almost fell through the open door of Andrew's room, still expecting it to be securely closed. He stood there for a few moments before peeking in. It didn't seem that Andrew was there. For a heart-stopping moment he thought Andrew had run away, but as the adrenaline cleared the fog from his mind, sharpening his senses, he heard a slight rustle in the lounge. He relaxed as his mind put things together, almost forgetting entirely what he'd done with the food Andrew was most likely eating. He grinned widely, slowly, as silently as he could, moving closer to the lounge. He stopped in the hallway, being sure not to let Andrew see if he looked towards the door. He rubbed at himself through his pants, listening to the small, almost imperceptible noises as Andrew ate. God, he wanted to go in there, but again he resisted. Eventually he forced himself to move away, moving as quietly as he could back into his room, pulling out his cock and jerking almost fiercely. He almost couldn't believe Andrew had really done it, and now that he thought he could get away with it, he intended to do it again. When he came, he lifted his hand to his own mouth, tasting. He needed to know the taste if he was going to have any hope of hiding it.