Home From War

[X BreakingFate X]

Alex walked out to the stable that was about an acre away from his home. He loved being able to go out to see his horse whenever he wanted since the stable was right on his property. It wasn't completely his property however. He did live with his father, but the man was often out to military so it was more like he lived on his own. The boy learned to take care of himself over the years and so he had become a very good cook and also cleaned a lot. Not only that but he took care of his horse, making sure that his stall was clean and he got the exercise that he needed.
"Morning Dakota." The boy said as he opened the stall. He smiled as he looked up at the large stallion. "Ready for the morning ride?" He took the horse from his stall then started to brush him out before he put the saddle and reins on. Soon, the boy was out in the fenced in area riding his horse. He had learned how to ride years ago and it ended up being one of his favorite hobbies. After an hour of riding, he brought the horse back to the stall and took the saddle and reins off. He gave the horse a treat before letting him graze.
Alex went back to his home then looked around, making sure that everything was clean. He knew that his father was coming home that day so he wanted to make sure everything looked good for him, showing the man that he really could take care of things. He knew it would be around noon when his father would be arriving so he wanted to get lunch ready so the man had something to eat.
The boy soon was in the kitchen, making up some BLTs for the both of them. BLTs were always one of Alex's favorites and his father used to make them for him all the time when he was a little kid. While the bacon was cooking, he went to his stereo in the family room and turned one of his CDs on, blasting the music because he was in such a good mood. Alex then went back to the kitchen to finish the food as he sang along to the music. The boy always had a beautiful voice and someday wished that he could be a famous singer, but sadly he saw that was too far out of his reach.
He finished the food then put it out on two plates on the table before he went to the family room to waste some time while he waited for the man to come home. He took his laptop out and started to chat with some friends as he continued to sing along to his music, just loving life.


From outside, the sound of a car rolling up the gravel could be heard in the distance, foreshadowing the arrival of Colonel Bailey Autumn, a well respected and highly decorated officer of the American Marines. In a lot of ways, that basically summed to man up. His career was Colonel Autumn, to a fault. He worked hard, he worked others hard, and he rarely left room for much else. Especially after the death of his wife, Laura. She'd been half his world and when she'd passed, his career had consumed him.
Still, it could never be said that the Colonel, as he was known to most everyone, was a cruel man. Hard, yes, and very strict. He believed in responsiblity and duty above all. But cruel? No. In fact, he was usually a rather fair and honorable man, a loyal friend, and a good, if not very present, father. He might not laugh often, but he smiled easily and seemed care for just about any man, especially those under his command. But there was no smile on his face today. In fact, his face was very blank. He said nothing to the private driving him and never glanced once out of his window, merely remaining still in the shadows of the backseat.
As the car pulled up in front of the house, the young private left the car and opened the door for him before going to the trunk for his bags. Apparently, the younger man had given up any attempts at conversation with the stoic officer. As the boy unloaded his bags, Colonel Autumn climbed quietly from the back seat, unconciously shielding his left eye from the man. It was a habit he'd adapted more quickly than expected.
The Colonel did not wait for the private as he headed straight for his door, forcing the boy to quickly gather the bags and hurry after him, making it to the door just a second faster. The boy dropped one bag and reached up, knocking on the door with two, sharp rapes before taking a stiff position beside Colonel Autumn, who said nothing as they waited, shrouded in the shadows of the front porch.


Alex managed to hear a light knock over his loud music. He quickly looked up with a grin. Putting his laptop down, the boy jumped to his feet and rushed to his stereo, turning it down low. He knew that the man wouldn't want to be in there with the music up so high. "Coming!" He said as he took one last look to make sure everything looked good in the home.
The boy swiftly made his way to the front door then opened it with an ecstatic grin on his face. His grin quickly faded however when he saw the man that he knew to be his father, the man who now seemed so different. He looked over the pale skin that was cut just below his right eye and an eye patch over the opposite eye. Normally the man looked strong, full of life and ready to take down anything, but now he seemed weak and feeble. "Father..." Alex said quietly then knocked himself out of his daze. "Come in." He quickly leaned down and picked up one of his father's bags before he turned and went back inside the house. "I made us some lunch. I hope you haven't eaten yet." He brought the man's bag over to his bedroom before returning back to him. "What happened to you...?"


Usually the Colonel would have easily caught Alex's words and the music from inside the house, possessing rather keen hearing from youth, but today he heard none of it. Though his left ear looked fine, it could hear nothing, and it was this ear he had to the door. He seemed calm as they waited, the younger man trying hard not to fidget, but inside he was already growing impatient. The bomb had taken more than his eye. It had taken his patience and pride as well. Still, he tried hard not to seem as weak as he felt, though he failed, standing straight and looking forward as if a soldier in formation.
He did return his son's grin as Alex opened the door. In fact, he made no response at all, which was strange for a man who would normally have given his son a strong hug, even in the company of the private. Today, however, he merely stared at the boy with dark, piercing eyes that seemed... a bit off. Like something was missing. At first, he didn't even seem to recognize Alex, before following him in to the house. The private followed as well, waiting to be told where to leave the bags. "No, I haven't." Were the man's first words as he gazed about his home with the look of a man who was seeing it for the first time. For a moment, his eyes seemed sad, but even that was quickly lost in the void.
"There was a bomb. A B-14. It took out my squad... And then the fire started." Whether he was talking about flames or gun fire was hard to tell, but in this case he probably meant both. His words were short and clipped, unusual for a man who usually had something to say about everything. Without looking at Alex, he headed for the kitchen.
The private, however, seemed to have more to say about the matter. "Your father's hero, kid. He led his squad to arrest pack Iraqi insurgents in Morac. Bastards. They ambushed 'em. Had a bomb rigged on one of the women. When your father went to get her to safety, it went off. What the bomb didn't kill, the bullets did. There was no one else left... You're father's damn lucky to be alive, kid... You should be proud." The private patted Alex on the shoulder with his free hand. "But you'll probably have to get used to a few changes. His eye, well, you must have noticed that... One of his legs too, and an arm, got pretty banged up, but I think his pride got hurt more than all them. He took those boys' deaths pretty hard. Don't be worried if he's not exactly like you remember." The man explained before taking the bag to the room he'd seen Alex leave his in. Before leaving he muttered to himself. "Boy, he's not going to like a desk job... Poor guy."


Alex listened to the private's story and felt his heart sink. He felt horrible for what happened to his father and even worse knowing that the man wouldn't be the same. He had always looked up to the man and thought that he was a hero but now he really was. The boy didn't move for quite a while as it was taking some time to sink in. He knew he was lucky to still have his father and knew that it meant that the man would be around a lot more than he usually was. It could end up a good thing.
Finally, the boy turned and went off to the kitchen where his father was at. He really wanted to talk to the man, but he knew anything that he would say would only end up bothering the man. Instead, he just sat down at the table in front of one of the plates of food and picked up a sandwich. He thought about how things used to be when he was a kid, before his father was always at war, when his mother was still alive. They really did have the perfect American family living with two happy parents, a happy son, in a nice home. Things changed so much when his mother left and he missed her so much.
"I hope you like the sandwiches. I wasn't sure what you'd want." He took a bite of his own food. After swallowing, he put the food down and sighed quietly, finding that he didn't really have an appetite anymore. "I made sure your room was clean for you. Did you want me to make dinner for you tonight?" He wasn't sure if the man would be too tired to cook. He didn't even know if he'd even be awake for dinner but he figured he'd be nice and ask.


The Colonel didn't look up as Alex entered the kitchen, though he did straighten up from his formerly slumped position. He stared at his food in silence for a while, before reaching out for his BLT with his right arm... which didn't move for him. He cursed under his breath and paused, as if mentally trying to adapt to this new situation. He was a cripple now and that was going to take some getting used to. Cripple... Oh, how he hated that word. He had hopes that with physical therapy he could rebuild his arm, but he hadn't been so fortunate. His left leg had been able to repair with therapy, at least to some extent, and that was something, he supposed. Still, the anger that flashed across his pale features didn't vanish as quickly as his sadness had.
"I'm not hungry anymore... And I won't be having dinner either. I have a lot of work I have to do. You can just wrap up my sandwich and have it later." The Colonel stated, rising from his chair with more haste that advised. He stumbled a bit, caught himself, and cursed again. "Damn this leg." He hissed, before finally letting his gaze fall on Alex. "And you, do something about that hair of yours. No kid of mine is going to have blue hair, not in this house!" He roared, before limping off towards the door. He paused in the doorway, his breathing heavy, and was silent a long time. "Thanks for lunch, son... It's good to see you." With that short greeting, he left the room, heading for his own bedroom. More than anything, he needed to sleep.


Alex was silent as he watched his father limp around. He felt horrible for the man, knowing it hurt him more than it hurt Alex to watch. When the made was hidden away in his own room, the boy sighed quietly then looked down at the uneaten food. "What's wrong with my hair...?" He muttered to himself. Alex then took both his meal and his father's meal and threw some saran wrap on them before putting them in the refrigerator. He wasn't sure himself if he was going to have dinner, but it would at least be there later if he decided he wanted it.
The boy stayed locked up in his room for the rest of the day, figuring that his father would want some time to himself after everything that happened. His TV was on but he was only slightly watching it, finding that he couldn't concentrate. After much thought, he finally decided that he wanted to just be able to relax completely and relieve some stress that he had put on himself that day. He took his laptop then laid himself on his bed. Although he didn't turn the TV off, he went to his favorite porn site that he had a monthly subscription on. Looking through the videos, he finally picked a good one out, put it on full screen then laid back to watch.
A few minutes in, when he felt himself really getting hard, Alex unzipped his pants then pulled out his growing manhood. He let a soft breath out then smile slightly as he looked at it, rubbing his thumb over the small hole at the very tip. The boy continued to watch the video, slowly rubbing himself and loving every second of it until he found that it wasn't enough. Getting up, Alex pushed his pants and boxers to the ground then went to his drawer where he dug through to find his vibrator. He gave off a quick grin as he looked it over then returned to the bed. The teen then licked around his toy to lube it up before he slowly slid it into his body with a groan. Not used to having someone in the house, he didn't really try to stay quier as he slowly started to fuck himself with the vibrator in one hand and stroke himself with the other hand, eyes never leaving the screen.


In his own room, Colonel Autumn's thoughts were a bit less... erotic. He had worked on his report to General Oberst's office for about thirty minutes or so, knowing that they would want a complete, official report of the events of the ambush before the week was out and the Colonel had always been a man to get things done early. Still, with a half-hour he was already drained and could not continue. Remember the events, especially in detail, was hard and painful and he soon needed a break... He could almost here the gunfire now, though he knew it was no where near him. Exhausted, mentally and physically, he laid down on his bed. He should have been done with the report by now. Typing one handed had taken longer than he imagined. He cursed, a habit he'd never had much care for before, though now he seemed to be becoming quite fluent in it. It didn't take him long to fall asleep, though he was fully clothed and still wore his boots.
He slept for four hours, more sleep than he had gotten in over a week, ever since that day, but he eventually woke up the same way he always did. Screaming.
The Colonel had rolled off the bed and under his desk before his scream had even finished. He sat huddled there, as if in the very middle of a battlefield, instead of his own bedroom. He could hear the shots and the fire and the screams perfectly, ringing in both ears though some part of him knew that he should only hear them in one now. Frantic, he reached for a grenade at his chest... but found only medals... He wasn't wearing his BDU's, he was wearing his service uniform; crisp, black top, white pants with the bloodstripe down the side for having seen combat, spotless boots. But his hat, gloves, and sword were missing... That seemed to remind him of something. He looked up and found all of them lying on the desk beside him... A nightmare. It had all been a dream... But somehow this dream had seemed far more real... And now he felt very different. He felt shooting someone, or ripping them about with his bare hands if he had to. His breath was heavy, his heart raced, and his adrenaline was through the roof. His pupils had even dilated. If his body wasn't in a battlefield, his mind sure was.
Angry and needing someway to release it, he suddenly heard the passionate cries of his son as he turned his good ear in the direction of Alex's room. Curious, he head upstairs, hurrying despite his limp. What he found in Alex's room surprised him. His son, not only pleasuring himself, but banging himself with some sort of toy. For a moment, he could only watch, flabergasted, but soon his clouded, angry mind took over and he heard only one think... Punish. He wasn't sure why or what for, but right now, it didn't matter. "What are you doing?" The demand was cold and hard as Colonel Autumn spoke fromt he doorway... And if his eyes had been blank before... They were dead now. He didn't even seem to recognize Alex as he stared at him.


Alex didn't even notice when the man had entered. He was too fixed on his own pleasures and the porno that caught his eye. The computer screen was facing himself with the back of the computer to the door so the video couldn't be seen by the man, but the groans of two boys from the video quickly told him that Alex was watching gay porn and he was clearly enjoying it.
The boy's eyes shifted over towards his father when the man spoke up. In one quick fumble, Alex pulled the toy out of himself and then pulled a blanket over his lower have to cover himself. "Dad!" He quickly screamed. "Haven't you ever heard of knocking?!" He was bright red, embarrassed that he was caught. "Fuck dad! Go away!" He normally wouldn't have spoke to the man with such rudeness, but he figured the situation called for it.
It was then that he noticed that the porno was still running. He quickly moved a lubed hand over to the computer and shut the browser that had the porno up in. As he stared at the man with a death glare, he thought about how stupid he was to be careless about his private time. He knew the man was in the house and yet he didn't even bother to stay quiet or even lock his door.


Something in Colonel Autumn's clouded mind drilled in on the fact that the porn Alex was watching was apparently gay. His mind skipped and something hidden deep inside of him woke up and dusted itself off. From an early age, Bailey Autumn had felt different, known that he had some strange attraction to other men, but, growing up in the times he had, with a devout mother and a officer father, he hadn't needed even a moment's though to know that he had to suppress. He'd ignored it, grown up, married his mother, who he had loved with all his heart, and that had been that... But now, watching his son pleasuring himself and knowing that he was watching gay porn... A sudden, one-time chance, idea struck him. The barest of grins crossed his pale face, though it was quickly gone.
"What did you say to me?" His father demanded, his pale face growing red as anger clenched him. Still, through all of it, his eye, dark and cold, remained detached. He seemed to show about as much life as his eyepatch.
Fury in his voice, the Colonel crossed the room, knocking the laptop to the ground with a 'thud,' and grabbed Alex by his collar, lifting him so quickly from the bed with his one, good arm that the blanket he had concealing himself fell away. For the moment, Colonel Autumn didn't seem to notice. "How dare you speak to me like that?" He heard it again, the word screaming in his head. Punish! He shivered once. "I'm going to have to remind you what happens when you raise your voice to me! I've been gone for far too long. Things are going to change around here." If the room could have shaken with the fury in his voice, it would have.


Alex felt himself start to coward away when he saw the man approaching. Something was definitely different. Never before had he been afraid of the man. "Dad!" He cried out when the computer smashed to the ground. His gaze quickly returned to the man but he had little time to react before he was hoisted into the air. His legs dangled beneath him for a moment before he found his footing onto the bed. Although the Colonel didn't seem to notice his son's bare body, Alex was still very aware of it and found it highly embarrassing.
"Dad! Please! Put me down!" He said as he hands clasped onto the man's wrist of the hand that was holding him up. "I don't know what's wrong with you! Are you drunk?!" He figured the man had to have been drinking to get him to act so swiftly with the boy. He tried to catch a whiff of the other's breath to see if he could smell alcohol on him but there wasn't any strong scents. In Alex's eyes, he didn't feel that he was doing anything wrong. He was a teenage boy and that's what teenage boys did.
The young boy felt his body shake when the voice bellowed at him. For too long he had been used to being able to get away with things and even when he was in trouble, he was just told to go to his room and that was the end of it. Never before had the man gotten physical with him. He thought back to what the private said about how his father was probably going to be a different man now and he didn't like it one bit.


'You will address me as Colonel!" He ordered, flinching at the term 'dad.' Normally, upon seeing his son in any measure of fright or hearing even the slighest plea, Bailey Autumn would have done just what Alex wanted or put a stop to what ever it was that was frightening his son. He might not be the most present father in Alex's life, but he was a good one and he loved his son. What frightened Alex, frightened the Colonel, what hurt him, hurt the Colonel, what made him happy, made the Colonel happy. But not today. If anything, seeing his son cower brightened him up a bit. The Colonel's eye might see Alex, his beloved son, but some part of his mind saw an Iraqi insurgent with an armed bomb and a loaded missle, one of the same crazy, twisted bastards that had killed his men and taken everything from him; his men, his arm, his eye, his leg, his career, even his pride... And that man was going to pay... Whether it was his son or not.
"Drunk? How dare you question me? There's nothing wrong with me. You screwed up and now you're going to pay for it." The man replied, his face growing redder. The Colonel almost never drank, with the exception of certain parties or personal celebrations. He drank one glass of scotch after every, successful mission, and that was about it. He felt that he needed to be alert and prepared at all times. After all, a soldier didn't drink on duty... and Colonel Bailey Autumn was always on duty.
The man tried to reach up with his free hand to hit the boy, slap him, scratch him, anything to relieve his anger... but the arm didn't budge. Again, the Colonel cursed his right arm. "Damn, useless arm!" He shouted, dropping the boy roughly and unceremoniously on his bed. His anger mounting, he reached out with his good hand and turned the boy over on his stomach harshly. "You're going to pay for talking to me like that. You're going to pay for every, single thing you took from me!" Just what that last bit meant in relation to poor Alex was hard to say, but the message was clear. Something bad and something painful. The first wave of justice was a hard, unmerciful smack to the boy's back, leaving a large, red mark on one cheek. The smack was followed by a second, harder one, and a third, and then a fourth, each one worse than the last. It was something akin to a father correcting a child, but it was much harder and with a measure of anger that few parents hold for their children. With his dead look, cut face, and eye patch, the Colonel looked a rather frightening figure hovering over his son like that, bum arm or not. The spotless, unrumpled Marine officer's uniform seemed more than a little out of place on him in this situation.


Alex was both confused and frightened at the same time. He caught onto the idea that his father was seeing him as one of his enemies on the battlefield, but he didn't understand just why. The boy highly doubted there were any seventeen-yea-old boys with black and blue hair and piercings out on the field. He couldn't see how the man could even mistake him. "Dad!" He cried out again, not falling to the man's needs of being called his rank and title rather than what he truly was to the boy.
He soon felt himself being thrown about and fell with an umph and a small whine until he found himself facing downward at his bed. He listened to the man's next words about how he would have to pay for the way he spoke to him and what he did to him. It made him really question at that point if the anger was really directed at the small boy. He didn't feel like he ever did anything to make the man upset, but he was definitely one to not go blabbering about his feelings and emotions if something was bothering him. No, it seems instead that he would just go straight to his pain and cut it from the source. The way the man put it also made him think about his loss mother and wondered if for some reason the boy was being blamed for it. He knew the Colonel loved the woman with all of his heart and now she was gone yet the boy still lived.
All thoughts were soon stifled when he felt a firm hand plant itself on his rear. He quickly cried out in pain, only to feel it again, and again, and again, each time more severe then the last. Alex was confused. He felt as if he was a very small child being punished for doing something wrong but it was so unlike any punishment he had ever received before. He had never been actually physically hurt by the man before. "Dad! Stop!" He cried out again.
At that moment, the family German Shepherd that had been with them for four years came running up the stairs. He was very protective of Alex and was quick to act when he heard him screaming. When he got to the room, however, the dog was just as confused as the boy was. Deakon knew the man that was hurting his boy and the man was usually a part of his pack, not his enemy. Unsure of what to do, he just crouched down then started to growl quietly in warning for the man to stop hurting his boy.


The Colonel paid no heed to the boy's cries or demands to stop. He continued his work until the boy's backside was quite red and sensitive, only stopping when he heard the bark from behind him. It was as if he were in a daze. He had to shake his head to clear his mind for a second, or as clear as it could be for now. He glanced at Deakon and then back at his son. "The boy is being punished... Interfere and I'll punish you to." He muttered, gesturing violently at the dog, though it was doubtful the dog could understand him. The Colonel didn't seem to mind though. He had other things on his mind.
"You like things up your ass, eh, boy? Well, let me just help you with that." The Colonel muttered, his voice dead-pan for now, most of the anger drifting, though his face was still red and his breath heavy. He slid his one, good hand from to boy's left cheek to the delicate hole just a few inches away and, with little warning, plunged his index finger in to the hole. "So, you like these sort of things? Well, punishment may be of a more enjoyable sort today, then..." The Colonel muttered, though he didn't really seem to be talking to Alex, or to even notic him for that matter. His eyes were on the hole he had just entered. Deftly, he began to pump the hole with his finger, adding a second and then a third. It would make the boy pay, for what he wasn't entirely sure, but he was merciful... There'd be some pleasure among the pain... Some.


Alex slowly looked over at his dog. The look he gave off was pleading for help, but at the same time told the shepherd to not get involved. He wasn't sure what he'd end up doing to the dog so it was best if he just dealt with what the Colonel wanted to do and then hide himself away. He continued to give out small yelps each time the hand collided with his skin until he finally got the pleasure of it stopping.
Things quickly turned around. Alex quickly looked back when his father mentioned his pleasure of putting things inside of him. It made him really think that this pain was actually aimed completely at him. He figured that the man was just angry that he discovered his son was gay. What happened next confused him beyond belief. He cried out quickly when he felt the finger plunge into his entrance only to feel it moving and soon joined by another two fingers.
"D...Dad... W...What are you doing?!" He asked in a quivering voice, unsure of what the man was actually thinking. If the man were angry at him for being gay then why was he trying to pleasure him? And on top of that, why would his own father even think of doing something sexual like that to his own son?
The boy reached his arms out then quickly grabbed onto the edge of the bed. He tried to use it to pull himself away from the man, knowing he might have had some hope in getting away since his father only had one able arm. However, even though he tried to get away, he couldn't hide the fact that he really did enjoy the feeling of the fingers inside of him, pumping at his pleasure.


What the Colonel was doing and how he was acting making absolutely no sense and some part of him, however small, knew that, but the greater part of his clouded mind didn't care. His moods were swinging violently from angry to pleasuring, his actions were unprovoked and inappropriate, and he didn't seem to recognize his son. Sure, he saw Alex and knew who he was, but a unreasonable part of him was also seeing Alex as somthing else, an outlet to the torrent he was feeling, and right now Colonel Auturm really didn't care about anything else. Right now, Alex could be an Iraqi insurgent or his mother's killer or a wayward son. It didn't really matter what Alex was doing, the Colonel could find a reason to punish him.
"I said call me Colonel." The man ordered, his tone harsh, as he roughly dug the fingernail of one finger in to the side of Alex's tender walls. Despite the heat of the situation, the Colonel didn't seem very affected as he continued pumping the boy with his fingers. A blank face, a cold stare, nothing more than a thin, unhappy grin as he "punished" the boy. Whether he was enjoying this or not was hard to tell, but the idea of hurting someone, anyone, obviously appealed to him. They would pay... Though just who "they" were wasn't clear. Perhaps it really didn't matter. As far as he was concerned, he'd lost everything, and the whole damn world could pay for it... starting with his son.
"Why do you pull away, boy, when it's so obvious you enjoy it. Weren't you pleasuring yourself this way only a few moment's okay..." The Colonel asked, and it was of note that he hadn't called Alex "son" since he'd entered the room that night. As Alex pulled away, Colonel Autumn was forced to remove his fingers, as he had only one hand to grab to boy with. Climbing on to the bed without hesitation, the Colonel grabbed the boy's wrist roughly and pulled him back. "This will never do... I can't restrain you and punish you all at once... Not with this damn arm... But maybe..." The Colonel muttered, more to himself than Alex. Thinking quickly, he moved so that his knee was on Alex's back and with his good hand began to undo his belt. Within moments he had it off and managed to loop it around one of the boy's wrists before pulling it to the other wrist and trying to tie it off, no small feat for a man with one good arm.


Alex finally felt tears come to his eyes. Sure, he was in pain, but that's not what brought the tears. The tears were from the feeling of being betrayed and the fact that the man who was hurting and invading him was his father. It was much more than he expected for when he heard that the man would be different now. The boy's fingers tried to keep a tight grip onto the edge of the bed but he was no match against a war hero, even if he did only have one working hard. The Colonel was strong enough to overpower the boy even if he was armless. He continued to try to fight him off, throwing his hands about when the belt was being tied, making the man's job much harder than it should have been. At one quick slip, he moved his hands to the wrong spot, allowed the man easy access to get his hands tied together. Once he felt his wrists side by side, he looked to them and tried with all his might to pull them apart. Without the use of his hands, the boy would be completely vulnerable.
"Da--- Colonel..." He corrected himself, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry if I've disappointed you. I'm sorry I'm not want you want me to be." He really wasn't completely sure himself as to what he was apologizing to, but he figured that if he did so then there was a change that he'd be let free. "Please... Let me go... I'm sorry if you're hurt... but I didn't do anything!" He didn't actually pick up on the fact that the man didn't call him son because he was too afraid to even pick up every word that the man said.
Seeing the tears and hearing the pleads, Deakon finally knew that he couldn't just sit back and watch. Alex was in trouble and he had to protect him, whether it meant hurting the boy's father or not. He lurked forward a step until he growled deeply. After crouching down low, the canine then lunged up, aiming to bite at the man's good arm to get him to let the boy go.


The Colonel paused once the boy's wrists were tied, though it was hard to say whether he was admiring his handiwork or thinking of his son's tears. He finally meet eyes with the boy, but his dark, lifeless eye didn't seem register any sort of emotion. A slight hesitation was the only sign of any sort of feeling at all and even that was very short lived. "You're not sorry yet, boy... But you will be." The man promised, seeming to straighten and grow bolder at hearing his title. If there had been any emotion here, the loss of the term "dad" quickly killed it. Eyepatch in place, the man seemed more threatening than he ever had before. It gave him a wild, unusual look that seemed to make him darker. "Didn't do anything? So, now you're calling me a liar, are you? We'll see about that!" Colonel Autumn roared, backslapping the boy. He pulled back for another swing when he heard a growl from behind him.
Turning about, he saw Deakon lunge. He had just enough time to bring up his forearm before the dog landed on him, his death burying in to his arm. Fortunately, he had quickly managed to position the arm so that the teeth did not sink in to any important nerves or artiries. More luck than skill, but he didn't pause to think about. The next second, he'd brought his hand down on the dog's head and landed a sound, if somewhat off-balance kick to the dog's side with his good leg. "Damn dog!" He hissed, his eyes blurred with fury. He wouldn't lose another arm... He'd never let anyone take anything from him again... Ever.


"Deakon!" Alex called out quickly when he saw the dog bite his father and get kicked off to the side. He really didn't want the canine to get involved, but dogs have a mind of their own. He watched as blood flew then the dog scurried across the room in pain. He stayed his ground from there however and just growled quietly, blood dripping from his mouth. Alex had never seen him like that and it actually scared him a bit. Luckily, Alex would never have to feel those teeth in his own flesh since Deakon was so protective of him.
When he looked away from the dog, his eyes shifted over to the man, knowing now more than ever that he'd be enraged. He tried hard to curl himself up so he could protect his exposed lower half, unsure of how far the man would really go. "Please... Don't do anything to me. I don't want this. I just want to go to bed." He was quiet for a moment. "O...Or if you let me go... I'll help you get your arm wrapped up. You don't want to lose another arm from letting it get infected." He hoped to threatened him with the idea of losing his other arm so that he'd want to leave the boy alone to take care of it.


The Colonel actually sneered at the dog and grinned when he he fell to the side. "You'll learn your place too, dog... Things are going to change around here." He promised as he held his injured arm to his chest, cursing. It certainly wasn't the worst injury he had ever received and as he heard Alex's voice he seemed forget about it. He had something much more important on his fogged mind. "I know a little something about injuries, boy. I have a good hour until I have to worry about infection... And I doubt this will take that long... When I'm done, you'll fix it." It wasn't a question. It was clear that Colonel Autumn was resolute in what he planned to do to Alex, no matter how dark or twisted it might be.
Certain that the dog was out of commisson for now, the Colonel crawled up the bed to Alex.
"Why are you so timid? I thought you wanted this? Wasn't that why you were playing with that toy and watching this." The Colonel asked as he reached down and picked up the laptop from the floor. Steading the computer on the side table, he hit play. The acts of the two naked men were in full swing now and their erotic cries and grunts filled the room. "Make up your mind, boy." The man hissed, reaching down and harshly grabbing the boy's dick, paying little mind to the hands shielding it. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?" His voice was cruel, but his eyes remained dead-pan.


"N...No! I mean... Yes... But No!" His mind quickly shifted around the idea. He really did want to see what it felt like to be with someone... to no longer be a virgin, but at the same time, he didn't want his first time to be with his father. No, he didn't want any time to be with the man. "You can't do this! You're my father! Its not right!" He whined quietly when the hand squeezed his cock, finding that not only was it uncomfortable, it hurt badly. He was already sensitive there because before the man had come in, he was actually quite close to his climax. In the time that he had been struggling, his body calmed a bit, but he was still hard.
His eyes then glanced over to the video on his computer, seeing the two boys deep in their intimate moment. Alex bit his bottom lip softly, finding it hard to take his eyes away. The once invading hand upon his member now actually felt a bit good as he found himself lost in the video. Only a second later, the boy started to move his hips around, trying to get the hand to pleasure him, but once he caught himself, he stopped completely and moved his eyes to the man. "You know... if you do anything with me... It'll make you gay as well. I don't think people would like to know the honorable Colonel Autumn was a homo all along." He hoped to make the man angry only in attempt to get him to stop.


"Yes, no, yes, no... You're as shifty as a pack of school girls. I raised my son to be a man. Act like it!" He ordered, increasing the pressure of his hand on Alex's cock with a thin, wicked grin that seemed to promise more to come. "Not right? Not right!? What the hell is right? Is it right for me to lose my wife, so young, so loving, only to be left with an ungrateful, lieing, little brat? Is it right for me to serve my country for 25 years and be dumped for a desk in reward for the most heroic act of your life? Is it right to be willing to lay down your life for your country, to want to die by your men, only to be left a feeble, old cripple? Is it right for a man to lose his arm, his leg, his EYE? Is that right?" The Colonel shouted, his grip increasing with each sentence and his one eye growing wide and wild. "You're disrespected me, boy... It's right for me to punish you."
His mood swung drastically back from crazed rage to calm taunter as he noticed the boy's hips moving against his hand and that his eyes were locked on the two lovers on the computer screen. He smirked. "So, you do like it then?" He muttered as he flicked the head of Alex's cock with his thumb. His face darkened at the boy's last words, recalling a time in his youth when he'd told a close friend about his attraction towards men. The friend had laughed it off, thinking it a joke, but the local bully, who had overheard, had beat the living crap out of him. Three weeks from then, when the bully tried to blackmail him, Autumn had returned the favor in kind and their had been no more of it. He'd never mentioned his feelings again, to anyone, and had never acted upon them. Now that was changing. "No, I doubt they would... But unless you don't like having your dick attached to your hips, then I would suggest that no one ever hears of this." The man threatened, glaring at the boy. Angry now for the boy's attempts to assuage him, he choose a new tactic... Humilation. Choosing a particularly erotic film for the boy, he turned up the volume, clicked play and returned his hand to Alex's dick, this time circling its head with his thumb before frantically pumping it up and down, his grip hard and rough. He did this boy about twenty seconds, before coming to abrupt stop, his hand still on the boy's dick. He'd let the boy show his own colors. After all, how could it be rape if the boy wanted it? And he doubted that he could remain still very long now. "Well, if you don't want it, then I guess I'll stop. After all, you don't like me touching you... right?" He taunted, the sounds from the now three men in the background filling the room.


Once again Alex was silent as he listened to his father go on a rant. He of course felt horrible for the man and everything he went through, but he still didn't think it was fair that he was getting the blow from all the pent up rage. He also didn't like how his father told him to act like a man. Alex knew he was very feminine and often acted like a girl, but he couldn't help it. It's just part of who he was. "Maybe I'd act more like a man if I actually had a man around to learn from." He muttered quietly before he felt the hand growing a tighter and tighter grip on him.
Soon enough everything went all at once. He felt the hand jacking him off quickly and heard the groans of the porno in the background. It was all too much. Unable to control himself, he closed his eyes and groaned out. His tied up hands clenched into fists, not trying in any way to stop the man from what he was doing. Unfortunately, it ended only seconds too early. His cock twitched a few times even after the hand stopped, longing for those last couple of pumps to be able to release his load. The boy opened his eyes once again to look at the man and then the porno again. The Colonel now had the boy controlled. Alex was now horny and wanting more, no matter what it meant. He let a soft groan out as he started to roll his hips then finally did something he didn't think that he would ever do. "Please dad... Don't stop..." He spoke very quietly, almost unable to even be heard. He moved his joined hands down to the head of his erection and gently ran his fingers over it, quivering at the touches. "I... I'm so close." As he watched the computer, he started to wonder what it would have been like if a guy his own age would have fucked him. He longed for it every time he watched one of his erotic videos, but it never came. All he could ever do was pleasure himself and pretend his toys were another man.


"You'll learn something soon enough, you little maggot." The Colonel growled, clearly not happy with Alex's words. He had always felt bad for being so absent in Alex's live, but he'd had a duty to perform and his country needed him. He had thought that Alex understood that. Besides, despite his absence, he had been fairly confident that he was a decent father... or had been anyway. But his thoughts were soon turned to more erotic thoughts as he watched Alex respond to his touch.
The Colonel watched the scene before him with a twisted smile, a strange gleam in his single eye as he saw how readily the boy gave himself over to his touch. Oh, how close he had been to his climax. How much that must hurt, to have it halted so abruptly... and for the second time in a row... As he squirmed, moving his hips against his father's hand, Colonel Autumn remained still, letting the boy suffer... letting the scene raise his hardening cock a bit. Oh, this was good.
Alex's body was betraying him. The humilation... Oh, this was great.
And then the boy begged him not to stop. Oh, it was priceless. He was silent a while, letting the boy pleasure himself for a bit in his desperate effort to release. Finally, the Colonel choice to give in. He had the boy now. Once he released, there was no way he could refuse to help the Colonel with his own growing erection. "Call me Colonel, damn it... Or I'll stop again." The man ordered before slowly returning to his work, stroking the boy up and down, but this time slow and easy. He knew the boy had pleasured himself before, but he wanted this to be the best ever... So that Alex would know, without a doubt, who he belonged to. With a few, frantic pumps it would all be over, but the Colonel kept his pace painfully slow. "Get it on my uniform and you're dead, kid." He warned before squeezing the boy's cock roughly and upping his fast, now pumping the boy hard and fast. It wouldn't be long now. Usually, another person in his situation would have leant tongue or mouth to the endeavor, but the Colonel was not that sort of person. To him, that was submissive... Though he didn't see any reason why Alex shouldn't be forced to do it. He kept that in mind as he pumped frantically at his son, the groans in the background seeming to intensify as the other men reached their own climaxes. "Admit that you like it, boy... Say it... You like it when I touch you this way, don't you?"


Alex refused to look to his man. He felt that if he kept his eyes on the video then he could imagine that he was in their position and not under his father's will. He very clearly heard the man asking him of his opinion over what was happening, but he was not going to answer him, not with words at least. Instead, he just groaned softly. He hated how he kept getting a mixture of pain and pleasure, but he was happy that there was least pleasure included. Only a second later, his eyes shifted over to his dad although he really didn't want to. He couldn't help but admire his father's feathers. He really was a handsome man, even if he was beaten up and crazed. Or... perhaps it was just his hormones going crazy that made him feel that way.
His eyes shifted again but this time they went to the corner of the room where he caught eyes with his pet. The dog had been watching them closely but instead of being protective, he was curious as to what was going on. He could tell Alex wasn't hurting anymore and that he was actually enjoying himself. The dog then felt strange as he turned his head and gently licked at his own groin. Alex didn't think too much into it, just thinking he was being a dog cleaning himself like dogs did sometimes.
Only seconds later, Alex closed his eyes tightly as his body stiffened. He felt a strong rush of pleasure, stronger than he had ever felt, swiftly moving through his body as a pure white liquid burst from his body in a few powerful squirts. He wasn't aiming, nor did he know where his milk landed. All he could do was rest back and pant softly as he came down from his climax. "F...Fuck..." He said quietly, happy that he finally came.


It didn't take Alex long to final cum, as his father had expected. The boy was already on the edge when he had come in and now... Well, judging by the copious amounts of white liquid gushing from his son, he was in a pretty, damn good mood. Not that the Colonel cared what mood he was in. The boy was satisfied, but that only meant that he'd be a bit more welcoming when the main course came, or at least his body would. As the boy climaxed, the Colonel stepped back, careful not stain his uniform. Soldier to the heart, after all. He didn't bother cleaning Alex up, immediately turning focus to his own needs.
Unzipping his pants, he present his 10-inch package to the boy with no reservation or embarrassement. He considered just sticking it up Alex's ass right then and there, but some fatherly part of him, however small and locked away that part was at the moment, knew that it should be well lubed first... and what better to do that with than Alex's own mouth... right? The Colonel grinned, paying no attention to the dog in the corner. For all he was considered, Alex and himself were the only to people on the planet right now. The rest could be damned, for all he cared.
"You enjoyed what I did to, eh? Well, it's only fair you return the favor. After all, I didn't raise my boy to be selfish." The Colonel taunted with a smile and a wicked gleam in his single eye as he moved forward, fully exposing his large cock to the boy's eyes. He figured, if Alex did anything, he'd try to relieve him with his hands first... but the Colonel had other plans in mind. "Your turn."

 

[X BreakingFate X]

Alex slowly opened his eyes to look over at the man. The small eyes were soon large when he saw that he was standing there in all his glory. The boy couldn't believe what he was seeing. His eyes shifted from the man's face to his manhood and back a couple of times. He had never seen another man's cock in real life before and actually found it fascinating. He even forgot that it belonged to his father because it was so beautiful. He wanted to touch it. He felt no obligation to having to touch it. Slowly, the boy moved over to the Colonel then reached out to the magnificent organ. His fingers glided over the side slowly. He did indeed assume since he was told it was his turn that he was expected to give him a hand job.
The boy moved a bit closer then sat back on his legs as he slowly wrapped his fingers around the cock, never taking his eyes off of it. Once he got a good feel for the larger size, he started to move his hand up and down on it in a slow rhythm. He was definitely feel more open to messing around with this man now that he had his chance to reach his own climax. "H...How's that?" He asked quietly then bit onto his lower lip softly. He almost actually felt that he should pleasure his father because it would make him happy and proud of him.
Deakon was curious as to what happened so he got to his feet then went over to the bed. He sniffed around at the white substance that came from his master until he started to lap it up from the bed. Alex didn't even notice what the dog was doing behind him.


Colonel Autumn grinned at Alex's reaction as his eyes fell on his larger than average manhood. He was unaware that Alex had never seen one in real life before, assuming that since he was guy he must have had a boyfriend or several, but his response told him otherwise. So the boy was a virgin, was he? Excellent. That would make this all the more fun when the main stage rolled around. "Like it, do you?" The man asked harshly, that taunting tone never leaving his cold voice as he watched the boy reach out to touch him.
The Colonel shivered as Alex placed his small hands on his large cock and he closed his eye for a second. It had been so long... Not since Laura's death. Before this, Autumn had been a faithful husband, even beyond death. He simply couldn't imagine himself loving another enough to ever do it again... But this was a completely new field now.
He grunted as the boy continued his work and his dick began to harden, but it wasn't enough. Humiliation... He needed Alex to feel that, the same sort of humilation Autumn felt every day now, every time some noticed his limp, mentioned his eyepatch, or tried to shake his hand. It was of a different sort, of course, but it would have the same effect. Hurt.
"That... That's good... But it's not enough... Your mouth... Do it." He ordered, leaving no room for protest. After all, even with one arm, the boy was bound and could be easily overtaken and forced to it anyway. As he said this, the Colonel looked up and noticed Deakon. He seemed disgusted and then smirked. "Your dog's a bitch." He muttered vaguely. Well, his dog was a lot like Alex now.


Alex finally looked up at the man as his hand stopped. He knew perfectly well by what he wanted him to do with his mouth, but he only knew because of the videos he watched before. He didn't know if he could do it though. It was one thing if he just used his hand to pleasure the man, but his mouth made it a lot more personal and sexual. He then heard what the man said about his dog. At first he was confused then he looked to where the dog had been at first then found him leaning against the bed behind him, licking up the mess he made. Alex narrowed his eyes then pushed the dog away. "Stop that. Its gross. Go lay down."
The dog looked at him then did as was told and took his place in the corner of the room again. He wasn't really sure why he was being told to go away but he wouldn't go against his master's wishes.
Alex looked back over at his father and sighed quietly. "I... I don't know if I can..." He said softly before he started to move his hand over the cock again, really not minding giving him the hand job. "I really don't want to move that fast... This is the first time I've done anything and I'm still getting used to it." Without realizing that he admitted it, he told his father that he was willing to actually go farther than just a hand job, but was just taking his time.


The Colonel watched the boy's reaction to his request with a measure of surprise. He hadn't expected him to accept this so readily, but here he was holding his cock and realistically considering giving him a blowjob... without even being forced... Well, not entirely forced, anyway. Perhaps there was more to this new, injured look than he had given credit. After all, he'd always been a rather handsome that, he had no problem admitting that without seeming arrogant. Even at the age of 43, he was smooth, toned, and well-defined, with dark hair not a noticable wrinkle to be seen. In fact, the only gray in his hair was a thin strip of almost white hair at his left temple, another mark of that day. Some men went all white in the face of terror, Colonel Autumn only had a thin strip... That was something to his character, no doubt.
He chuckled without mirth at the boy's antics with his dog, more amused that really happy at the seen. Boy, that was a strange dog. He never noticed it before though. Still, the dog wasn't his and he wasn't here all the time, so maybe he just hadn't been around enough to take notice before. It was impressive how the dog obeyed Alex, though... Which reminded him a dull throbbing his left forearm. He'd have to remember to deal with that when this was over.
"You can, and you will. This isn't about getting you used to it, this is punishment... Or had you forgotten that?" He growled and, without warning, reached out with his good hand and grabbed Alex by his blue-black hair. This wasn't the way to go about this, he knew, but he didn't care. Knowing he wouldn't give in so easily, Autumn pinched Alex's nose as he pulled him down to his cock. When he had to open for air, the Colonel forced his mouth on his head. 10 inches was a lot, but with little hesitation he rammed a good four or five in to the boy's mouth in the first pump with no care for his well being. "Suck it... Now, soldier!" He ordered, his mind fogging. His thoughts were scattered and he was having trouble focusing. Part of his was watching Alex suck his cock, but another part was somewhere else. Over the loud, erotic sounds of the porno, which had now included a fourth man, he could hear gun fire... He looked about, but his one, good eye could spot no enemies.


Alex's eyes widened as he choked on the cock that was shoved into his mouth. He couldn't believe that the man that once was so caring to him was now shoving his penis into the poor boys mouth against his will. He struggled violently, throwing his tied hands around to try to find a place he could put them to get himself away. He let out muffled cried of protest over the organ and quickly became tempted to bite down. That thought quickly left his mind though. He knew that if he bit down then he would be severely hurt for it and that was just not something he couldn't deal with at the moment.
For a long moment, he stayed completely still, not wanting to do anything to the member inside of his mouth. Finally, after a minute, he gently closed his eyes then started to suck on the cock. It was a strange feeling to him, but he knew that he had to do it in order to get his mouth free from the organ. The boy hated it but loved it at the same time, finding that it tasted amazing, but the fact stayed in the back of his mind that it belonged to his father. For a quick moment, he tried to swallow, but all it did was push the muscles in his mouth and throat against the intrusion. As the boy opened his eyes and raised his gaze to look up at the man, he felt a tear fall down the side of his face.


The Colonel grinned as the boy struggled against his member, enjoying the sense of power and domination. As a high-ranking officer in the US Marines, he was used to being in charge and this gave him the sense of confidence that his forced desk-assignment had removed. It also repaired some of his injured pride, making him bolder and giving a dull twinkle to his only eye, a bad thing for Alex. Autumn shivered and released a small, barely audible moan as Alex swallowed, a sensation that sent thrills of pleasure throughout his body before they collected as heat in his lower half.
"Ah, damn." He groaned as Alex began to suck his cock, which hardened under his careful focus. The man's body arched, creasing his stiff officers jacket as he tightened his grip on Alex's hair. He tried to raise his right hand to the boy's head as well, but cursed when it refused to budge. Angered, he did wha was becoming a common thing and took it out on Alex. With a grunt, he forced Alex's head down and bucked up, managing to get a good 6 inches of his large member in to the young boy's virgin mouth. He groaned with pleasure. "Don't be a wuss, boy. Suck it, don't coddle it. And use your tongue." He order, his body arching involunatarily, allowing his cock to slid in another inch. Only three more inches to go now. He briefly wondered if Alex could take it before deciding he didn't care.
His heart clenched when he noticed the tear on Alex's cheek though, and some small part of him began to revolt. He began to pull out, giving three inches out, before the fog returned returned and he slammed all 7 inches right back in, plus one. Two to go now. "Damn..." He moaned, closing his eye again.


Alex closed his eyes tightly as he choked harder on the inches of cock that were shoved down his throat. Luckily, he didn't have too much of a gag reflex. The boy then moved his body slightly to find a better angle so he could breathe through his nose more easily. It took him a moment to get used to the large intrusion before he started to suck again. There wasn't much room for his tongue to move, but when he found the opportunity, he pressed his own muscle to the organ. By this time, tears were freely falling down his face, creating small wet lines down his cheeks.
The boy tried his hardest to think of something, anything, other than what was going on. A few different thoughts came to his mind, but he was always brought straight back to the idea of the thing that was trying to choke him. It was a bit hard to ignore. Alex then thought about what it would have been like if his mother was still around. He knew that he would never have to suffer like this and his father would be happy. Why me? He thought to himself, wondering just what he did wrong to have to suffer so much. He knew one thing was for sure... He was never going to masturbate in the house ever again. If anything, if he really had to get off, he knew he could go out to the stable to take care of things.


The Colonel didn't seem to notice Alex's tears anymore, or if he did he ignored them completely. He wasn't here to make Alex happy. He was punishing him. Tears were part of the process. Right now, his thoughts were more personal. He groaned as the boy suck, grinning as he seemed to have trouble breathing for a second. Not once did he consider removing his member. In fact, if the tears did anything, they sealed the pact. With one final thrust and a yank of Alex's head, he completely the process, forcing his entire 10 inches down the boy's threat, quite a feet for any man. He shivered as Alex sucked him, moaning. "Damn... Not the best, but ahhhh... It's been so damn long." He muttered, his eye closed in pure pleasure. It took him longer than Alex to climax though, if with the addition of the boy's mought. It had been a long time since Laura's death, some six years, not including the previous year when she had been too ill to relieve him. After all that time... Well, he hated to admit it, but his body was a little out of practice.
Still, with the boy's tight mouth, sucking, and tongue, not to mention some pumping action on his own part, using his legs and the hand in Alex's hair, he reached his peek soon enough. He curled inward for a few seconds and then leaned back, his whole body shivering as he shot his hot seed in to Alex's mouth with a moment's thought of how the boy might take that. His cock was so far in, he didn't really have to worry about forcing the boy to swallow. He'd swallow or he'd gang, end of story.
Pulling out with little ceremony, Autumn took a moment to regather himself, breathing heavily. It had been a while since he'd climaxed, even on his own. Since Laura's death he'd emmersed himself in his work and had little time for private matters. It felt good... But he wanted more. "Boy, you did all right... But I'm afraid this isn't over yet. You'll remember who rules this house. I won't be talked back to again." And with that he flipped the boy over on his stomach and straddled his mid-section, his cock resting right in his crack. "Judging by your porno there, you may enjoy this... Think of it like your toy... But longer, thicker, and more foreceful." Not to mention that it wouldn't stop when he wanted it to. The porno still played at their side, but Autumn was paying it no attention. He had his own fun to focus on. With a grin he leaned forward, dry humping to boy for a moment. He wanted him to know what was coming with a shadow of a doubt. To know, to fear, and be utterly helpless and humilated. Autumn knew that feeling. As he thought, he continued to grind hard against the boy's backside, his cock sliding up and down the boy's tender hole, but not entering it. As he grinded him, the Colonel reach his hand up and slid it along Alex's side, just under his shirt, until he found one of his nipples and pinched it harshly.


Alex's eyes shot open when he felt the cock thrust deep down into his throat. With another choke, he took a moment to get used to it then just let the man do what he wanted from there, feeling that he was unable to do anything else. He thought back to what his father said about acting like a man which made him thing, he really was taking it like a man, at least, he wasn't complaining. In reality, he was taking it like a man, but only like a gay man. Unknown to Alex, taking in a full ten inches really was something that many guys, or girls for that matter, could do. It wasn't long until he felt the member twitch a bit then finally exploded. He had no choice to swallow since the man was so far down his throat already that it squirted right to his esophagus. Once again, he choked but was soon relieved when he felt the organ slither its way out of his throat and mouth, pulling along with it a string of cum.
Alex swallowed anything that remained then took a moment to catch his breath. It only too a moment before he felt himself being pushed around and then a cock at his ass. The boy's eyes widened, knowing exactly what he was going to do. It started off with a simple hand job which soon turned into a blow job and then finally a full out fuck. It was way too much for the boy to handle, especially in one night. However, his body was fighting against his mind again. He slowly laid his head down on the bed on its side as he grabbed onto the blankets with his hands. Even just the cock playing around at his entrance felt amazing and he was very curious as to what it felt to finally have an actual cock inside fucking him rather than just a toy that he controlled himself. As he continued to feel the man slide his cock around and hump at him without even entering him, he turned his head into the bed then let a soft groan out, hating himself for feeling such pleasure.


The Colonel enjoyed the way Alex swallowed all of his cum, even the left over drops that could have been wiped away. He doubted Alex had put much though in to it, but it meant something to him. First off, son or not, it was hot. Second off, it meant that Alex didn't mind, or even liked, the taste of his juices. That boded well for future punishment. He'd already show interest in hand jobs, eventual acceptance of blow jobs, and, at the moment, an almost immediate reaction to his cock at the boy's asshole. This could be a lot more fun than one, single visit. The Colonel grinned wickedly, his one eye gleaming. He pinched Alex's nipple once before, having only one good arm, he was forced to break it back to his ass. Grabbing his own member, he guided it to the boy's entrance. "Perhaps you'll like this, perhaps you won't. Doesn't matter much to me. But I certainly will enjoy this. A virgin ass... Damn, I never though the one to take your virginity would be your own father. So many young boys out there and it gets to be me... You're lucky. A younger man might be more gentle with you, but I know what you want, what you deserve..." The Colonel muttered, taunting the boy cruelly. He wanted Alex to know that he was the one taking his virginity, and that he was really taking it, no room for protest, no time for thought. He going to take this from him and any young chap who might one day have laid claim to this little honor. Autumn had it know and he certainly wasn't treating it with any of the respect that a lover would have.
Without word or warning, The Colonel slammed in to his much smaller son with none of the gentlity of a father or of a man taking another's virginity. He got a good four inches in with the first pump and gave Alex no time to adjust as he pulled out and slammed in again, managing another inch or so. He pulled out again and again forced his way in, but did not progress even a full inch this time. "Damn, kid, you're tight. I've never had a girl this tight... Have you been using that toy right?" Colonel Autumn taunted as he pulled out and rushed back in, again only moving forward a fraction of an inch. Growing impatient, he shortened his strides from a complete extraction to short, quicker, more frantic pumps as he pounded his son, pushing his head up against the headboard. He wasn't going even a fraction of his top speed, even with his injured leg, but still it was faster than Alex could ever have managed on his own. With this harsh pumping, he managed to get another inch as his good hand returned to toying with Alex's nipple, rubbing and pinching it until it was a raw red. He was now six inches in and aproaching on seven. He knew that if he had bothered to stretch of finger Alex first this would be easier, but he wasn't interested in making this easy. Alex's tight muscles, clenching even more with his pump, was driving the Colonel wild and he cared nothing for what it was doing to his son. He also knew that if he'd only lift the boy's hips, the new position would also ease the process, but he paid this no mind. In fact, if anything, he pounded the boy hard against the bed to keep his hips low, his hole tight, and his pain high... as well as the Colonel's own pleasure. "Ah, Alex..." He muttered, only the second time he had used his son's name. "You're so damn tight... Ahhh... Scream for me, Alex. Let me know you like it." He taunted, a moan escaping his pale lips as he pumped the poor boy. "Only three inches left." He muttered, knowing full well that little update was probably not what the boy wanted to here right now. 'I'm done. It's all over.' were probably more along the lines of what new he wanted.


The boy looked straight ahead which ended up to the side of the room since his head was laying on its side. The porno was in his view as two of the guys fucked. He thought about how happy they seemed, enjoying every second of pleasure and thought about if that's what was really how wonderful having sex was. He already felt how sensitive he was just to have a cock rub against his crack so he figured that it really was wonderful. However, that didn't change his mind about the fact that it was his father who was going to take his virginity. He knew it would stick with him for the rest of his life which was most likely going to be a long time since he was young and healthy. That wasn't a memory he wanted, but he knew at the same time that he had no choice in the situation.
He whined out quietly when he felt the man pinching at the sensitive bud on his chest then was relieved when the hand moved away. Unfortunately, the hand only switched to cause a much more intense pain. Alex cried out loudly as his insides were ripped open, inch by inch. He soon felt something warm help the man to slide in and out of him but had no clue that the Colonel had ripped him so much that he was bleeding. The blood coated his cock, causing it to be slick and slide more easily, luck enough for Alex. "STOP!" He screamed out, knowing that the man's whole cock wasn't even inside of him and it hurt more than he could ever imagine. The boy's eyes were sealed shut as he felt himself being moved up and down on the bed from the powerful thrusts, causing him to hit his head on the headboard each time. Tears stained his face as he tried to push his legs under himself his hips would be raised and it wouldn't hurt nearly as much, however, the man kept him glued to the bed, not able to move an inch.
Once again, his eyes slowly opened into small slits and they looked to the porno. Real life was nothing like what they were portraying. They made it look like it was the best thing in the world but Alex felt like he was in Hell. He felt like he wanted nothing more than to just die right there.


Autumn's mind was on overload now and he barely even heard the whines coming from the boy beneath him as he crushed him in to the bed with each, powerful pump of his hips. He hadn't expected the boy to be so tight, but he wasn't complaining. It was turning out to be one of the best fucks he'd had in a long time, maybe ever. Perhaps it was the tightness, or the fact that it was a man, but he had some idea that it might have a lot to do with the fact that he was forcing it this time, that he was taking something very personal and had complete control. He felt something wet and warm coat his cock as he pounded the boy, which began to help the process a bit, but he assumed that it was his own cum and did not notice the blood. Right now, his thoughts were consumed by pleasure as he fucked the boy mercilessly.
Finally, the need to have his entire length inside the boy's tight, little hole overwhelmed him and he reluctantly removed his hand from the boy's now raw nipple and placed it on his hip. Pulling out, he lifted the boy before slamming back in to him with frantic force. 8 inches now. "Fuck..." He grunted as he pulled out harshly and dug back in, making progress. He continued this for a moment or two before, with a final, desperate thrust, he forced his whole length inside the boy's formerly virgin hole, his balls pressing up against the boy's backside. He remained still a moment or two before pulling out and plunging back in. His pace was slower for the moment, but no less agressive as he clenched Alex's hip, forcing him bak against his cock at each pump for deeper entry. The Colonel groaned with pleasure, opening his eye so that he could stare down at the boy and watch as he fucked him. "You look so hot with a cock up your ass... Especially when it's my cock... I can't believe I haven't done this sooner. God, you're a good fuck..." He muttered, his voice cruel and filled with passion, a voice that sounded nothing like Colonel Bailey Autumn.


The boy finally broke completely. He began to sob softly as his father rammed into him over and over. He couldn't help it. It was just too much. "Stop...." He said again but much more quietly. "I don't like this... It hurts..." Alex found it very hard to even speak because the pain in his body was so strong that squeaks of suffering came out endless times as if it would make him feel somewhat better. He was relieved only for a moment when he felt his hips lifted but the relief quickly died down when he felt more of the cock shoved into him. The boy knew that what he was doing was a lot more that he'd normally have to because he could tell that the Colonel was larger than most, at least from what he saw on the videos. It was a bit sad that he had no way to compare men other than through pornos.
Alex actually found himself starting to fade in and out. He wasn't sure if it was his body trying to hide from how much pain he was experience or if it was the fact that he was fatigued since he hadn't eaten in so long. Either way, it was starting to become a chore to stay conscious. Not to mention, passing out would have been a blessing so he wasn't completely fighting against it. "I... I'm going to... pass out..." He said quietly, hoping that it would cause his father to stop. Trying to look back at the man, his eyes rolled back in dizziness causing him to lay his head back down and close his eyes so he didn't end up getting sick. The boy didn't end up passing out yet, but he was close and stopped making his whines and cries because of it.


The Colonel paid little heed to Alex's pleas as he pounded in to him without slowing. In anything, he picked up the pace and force of his thrusts, pulling Alex's hip up and pushing him forward so that his butt was now about a foot or so in the air and he was pressed hard up against the headboard. He longed to use his other arm so that he could pull Alex's hips with more strength, but he was managing to fuck him rather deeply just well enough with one. He seemed a man possessed and nothing was going to stop him. Not now. In fact, Alex's pleas only sent him in to more of a frenzy as he pumped in to him, shortening his strides and not pulling out fully so that his thrusts became much quicker and more frantic. His eye didn't drift once from the boy's tear-stained face as he pounded him without mercy, finding it all the more erotic to see the boy being slammed against the frame with the full weight of his pumping. "Go ahead, faint if you want to, fucking pansy. It'll be no burden on me." He spoke cruelly, followed by a passionate moan and several grunts as he continued his seemingly unending work on Alex's now far from virgin ass.
However, when he had almost reached his second climax, a thought struck Autumn. He wanted this to last and, more than that, he wanted to humiliate the boy. He couldn't do that if he was unconcious. But there was one way to continue hurting him, pleasuring him, and humiliating him, without having to give up his own pleasure. He was fairly certain he would prevent the boy's fainting... or at least he hoped. Grinning wickedly, the Colonel slowed his pace considerably as he released the boy's hip, now forced up far enough that he need no hold it. Without warning, he grabbed the boy's cock, which was surprised to find just a little hard, though it was hard to tell if it was from this fuck or the job he'd done before.
His hand began to slid slowly up and down Alex's cock, in time with the now much gentler pumping of his own hips. As he pressed in, he even took the time to aim for the sensitive spots that he knew were hidden there. If the boy was anywhere near as horny as he had appeared earlier, when fucking himself witht he toy, then this little ploy might just work. While he worked on the boy, he leaned forward, his tongue rolling across the pale, smooth skin of Alex's neck. "Do you still want to pass out?" He asked, tauntingly.


For the first time in his life, Alex thought something horrid. All his life he had loved and respected the man, finding him a wonderful role model and someone he could look up to. That all changed now. Now, he wanted the Colonel dead. He thought of how twisted the man had to be to rape his own son's virginity from him. Even when the boy was screaming and crying for the man to stop, Bailey continued on ruthlessly. "I'll fucking kill you..." He muttered quietly before he turned his face into the pillow again, trying to find any way to hide from the pain. Normally, Alex would have no chance against the Colonel but now with his crippled state, he was sure that he could easily use it to his advantage and hurt him back for putting him through such horrible memories and suffering. Of course, he couldn't do anything while he was tied up and being raped, but he knew that he would have to come up with something later on to get his revenge.
When Alex felt the man slowing down and using his hand to pleasure the boy, his mind quickly shifted. He wasn't sure what to think anymore. Was he supposed to be happy and think that the Colonel actually finally wanted to please him as well? Or was it just another step in his mastermind plan of making the boy slowing cave in upon himself? He voted for the later. He let it happen. His body of course liked it because of the mixture of the hand stroking him and the sweet spot that kept getting hit. The boy let himself get hard, not caring what happened anymore. He just wanted it to end. The man's plan did indeed work and Alex was pulled away from the darkness that started to surround his vision.
Alex let his mind drift off to other things, finding it was the only way to escape the mental pain he was going through. Again, he thought about his family before his mother died. He wanted it back more than anything. Slowly, Alex moved his head out from the pillow, only letting his mouth show as he spoke softly. "I wish mom were still alive... She wouldn't let you do this to me."


The Colonel stiffened at Alex's words, for the first time affected by something the boy said. He didn't seem afraid, though. After all, cripple or not, Colonel Autumn was a well-trained man, psychially and mentally, and in good shape. Unlike Alex, he knew how to fight, and professional at that, and he had experience killing... a lot of it. Alex would be no threat, at least the Colonel didn't perceive him as one in his current confidence. What affected him, was the hate in the boy's words and they stirred a sleeping part of the Colonel. He paused. He even seemed hurt. Part of him couldn't believe what he heard... and began to tell him this was wrong, that he should pull out. The damage and betrayal was already horrible and irreversable, but something might be able to be saved... Something, anything... After all, he loved Alex... his son... One, single tear escape from the Colonel's only good eye as he looked at Alex, as if for the first time...
But then his dark eye seemed to die again as the fog rolled in again and his mind went numb. It was like watching something crawl inside of him and take over. He grinned as the tear slid down his chin and disappeared. Whatever he had felt, whatever pain, whatever remorse, whatever guilt... It was gone now. Long gone. "I'd like to see you try, boy." He chuckled while resuming his work with a sharp pump of his hips and a harsh squeeze of the boy's cock before returning to his slower, more pleasurable pain.
He could see almost instantly that Alex was enjoying his new tactic, or at least his body was. It was responding nicely, his cock hardening with haste and he thought he even felt his hips instinctively jolt back against him once. Oh, this was too good. He doubted that it could get better and he felt his climax going on hard. He leaned back, closing his eye and picking up the pace. He was now going faster than he had before, but this time he didn't enter all the way and continued to rub against Alex's sensitive spot again and again as he pumped the boy's cock, now fast and frantic. He had a strange desire for the boy to climax at the same time he did, or at least close. He didn't look down as the boy spoke or even slow, but his mind caught on to his words and that small part of him forced words to come. "If your mother were still alive, kid, this wouldn't be happening." His voice was cold but there was more truth to it than anything he had said so far.


Alex finally started to think of something. He began to wonder if he was the new replacement of his his father's lost love. Alex actually looked a lot like his mother. She had some Asian blood that she passed onto him making him quarter Asian. It was a bit hard to tell sometimes though. All that really showed was his tanned skin and his eyes were a little smaller than his father's. He did also have a very soft completion that came from his Asian side. His mother's hair was black and so was his own. The boy did get that from her but it was sometimes hard to tell since both of his parents had dark hair. Other than that, he got his glowing blue eyes from the woman along with his smile. The boy was almost like a young male version of the woman he was born from.
He missed the tear that fell down his father's face as he kept his eyes sealed shut. The boy hated how he felt such mixed feelings about everything, but the strongest feeling that he had was pure hatred. Despite that, he continued to move his body along with the man, praying that as each thrust went into him, that it would be the last. Only a few more thrusts, Alex felt his body tense up, causing his walls to suck the man in deeper. He felt a strong sense of pleasure when he forced the large intrusion to press up against his prostate and stay there. It sent him over the edge, sending him into his climax and exploding over the bed at last.
Alex then collapsed down into his own mess, panting softly. He was happy he was finished, but could only hope that his father would soon be finished as well. All emotions put together, the boy couldn't help but break down into an audible cry, tears falling freely down his face. He first tried to hold back, not wanting the Colonel to think of him just as a small child, but now he didn't care anymore. It was his only way to escape.


It didn't take the Colonel long to follow after Alex, quite understandable under the circumstances. Having the boy so obviously and almost eagerly moving his hips against Autumn's cock was driving him crazy and when the boy's walls tightened around the man's member in the clear first steps of Alex's climax, he nearly released right then and there. His senses overwhelmed with pleasure, he didn't even bother opening his eyes as Alex reached his enevetable end. Increasing his pace now, desperate to reach his own finish, the Colonel removed his hand from Alex's now deflated cock and grabbed the boy's hips, pounding him against the bed with little grace. He opened his eye just as the end came, wanting to watch the kid's reaction as he filled his hole for the first time in his life. With a grunt, he thrust forward, releasing a jet of hot liquid in to the boy. He groaned before his bad leg finally gave out with the strain of it all and he slumped forward, panting.
Now that it was over and his senses were returning to him, the Colonel finally realized the pain he was in. His injuried leg was on fire, from his knee to lower thigh, and the bite on his forearm hadn't gotten any better. He cursed his own foolishness, but only for a moment. As he pulled out, none too gently, he remembered how worth it this was. What was a little extra pain? He sighed as he laid back on the bed, hearing the porno at their side final come to it's own end. The silence was unnerving after the room had been filled with such erotic sounds for so long. He laid there, breathing heavily for a minute or so, gathering his breath and paying no attention to Alex. "Stop crying, boy." Was his only comment as he stumbled to his feet, zipping up his pants and finally removing Alex's restraints before rebuckling his belt. It was impressive how well he was adapting to having one arm as he clasped the belt together with his single hand. Pride, probably, was the source of his quick learning. He wasn't about to have anyone helping. And it was for this reason that he choose to ignore the pain in his arm. Being his good arm, there was nothing he could do for it, but getting Alex to help him with it wasn't and appealing idea. Staring at the boy for a second, he smirked. "I hope you've learned something, kid... Maybe you'll enjoy more the next time." He added cruelly before leaving the boy alone, dirty, hurt, and humiliated, there on his bed. Limping to his room, it didn't take him long to fall asleep after a night like that.


Alex's eyes quickly shot open when he felt the man's liquid rush into his body. Now, more than ever did he feel disgusting and dirty. Once the intrusion was removed, Alex slowly curled up but not as tightly as he'd hope because he he found that it only brought more pain. It was over though. It was finally over. The seemingly endless suffering was finally over. The boy kept his eyes closed as he listened to the man. Although he was told to stop crying, he couldn't bring himself to. He then heard how his father wanted him to enjoy it more next time. That scared the boy more than he thought it could. He didn't want there to be a second time.
When the man finally left him alone, Alex slowly moved to his feet. A chill ran through his body as he felt the mixture of cum and blood seep from his abused hole down his legs. He felt like puking. Soon enough he knew that he had to get it out of him so he went into the bathroom. Turning on the water as hot as his body could possibly handle, he pulled his shirt off then got under the water. It burned his skin, but he didn't care. No, all he cared about was the fact that he was getting cleaned. The ruined boy stayed there for a good twenty five minutes, scrubbing every part of his body until he finally got out and went to his room, locking the door behind him. After he was dressed, he crawled under his blankets then curled up, shaking some. His mind was running over many things, but mostly he thought about what just happened. The more he thought about it, the more it hurt him. Anger towards his father build up until it was too much. The boy quickly grabbed onto his long hair and started to scream at the top of his lungs, finding that it was the only way to release his thoughts. His screams only lasted a minute until he ended up losing his voice, but it felt as if he had been screaming for an hour. Tears now in his eyes again, he found that he needed to try to sleep and hopefully get the chance to dream about something else. He closed his eyes, but found that all night he wasn't able to get his mind off the fear of it happening again.


For the first time in a week, the first time since that terrible day when heâ??s lost so much, Colonel Bailey Autumn slept peacefully for several hours, from the moment his head hit the pillow until almost nine the next morning, which was quite unusual for a man who routinetly woke up at dawn. He suffered no nightmares during the night, in fact, his dreams were very pleasant. He woke up at ease, thinking of his wife, though he couldnâ??t remember what he had been dreaming of her.
Surprised that he had slept so well, the Colonel got out of bed, realizing that not only had he fallen asleep above the covers, but in his uniform as well, a highly unusual act for such a strict follower of military conduct. He must have been more tired than he imagined. Feeling dirty and strangely stiff, he single-handedly removed his uniform, set it aside, and climbed in to the shower. When the hot water hit the mark on his forearm it stung horribly and he, seeing it, he paused. Where had he gotten that? How could he have not noticed something like that? It looked like a bite. Confused, he finished his shower, careful with his arm, and dried off. He pulled on a pair of dark slacks, concerned about the pain in his bum, left leg, before taking time to examine the wound on his arm.
It didnâ??t look very good, but now that it was cleaned a bit, he was pleased to see that there was no sign of infection. He began to wonder if something had happened in his sleep. The doctors at the hospital had informed him of his night terrors and the episodes he sometimes had. No way of knowing for sure what happened, though, which bothered him. He cursed his dead arm as he looked at the wound. There was no way he could tend to it. Perhaps Alex would help him.
Pulling on a white T-shirt and a classy, but simple white, button-up shirt, he slipped on his boots, one at a time, and left his room. It didnâ??t slip his notice how much longer it took him to get ready every morning nowâ?¦ But he tried not to think about that as he went to the kitchen, determined to cook a nice breakfast for his son in apology for his poor behavior last afternoon and the way he had ignored him. He thought it strange that Alex was still asleep, but choose not to wake him. He was a growing boy and there was no school today, so why should he wake early?
That in mind, he set to work on something simple that he could do fast even with his one hand, eggs, bacon, and toast. Not much, but it would do. Setting it on the table, he went to fetch some orange juic and his bad leg flashed with pain. Grunting, he stumbled in to the counter. Cursing, he decided that for now, while Alex was asleep, heâ??d swallow his pride and use the cane that Private Mathew had given him. Grabbing it from his room, he returned to the kitchen, set the cane down a moment, and poured orange juice for the both of them. Now done, he paused, not sure what else to do.


For the first time in a week, the first time since that terrible day when heâ??s lost so much, Colonel Bailey Autumn slept peacefully for several hours, from the moment his head hit the pillow until almost nine the next morning, which was quite unusual for a man who routinetly woke up at dawn. He suffered no nightmares during the night, in fact, his dreams were very pleasant. He woke up at ease, thinking of his wife, though he couldnâ??t remember what he had been dreaming of her.
Surprised that he had slept so well, the Colonel got out of bed, realizing that not only had he fallen asleep above the covers, but in his uniform as well, a highly unusual act for such a strict follower of military conduct. He must have been more tired than he imagined. Feeling dirty and strangely stiff, he single-handedly removed his uniform, set it aside, and climbed in to the shower. When the hot water hit the mark on his forearm it stung horribly and he, seeing it, he paused. Where had he gotten that? How could he have not noticed something like that? It looked like a bite. Confused, he finished his shower, careful with his arm, and dried off. He pulled on a pair of dark slacks, concerned about the pain in his bum, left leg, before taking time to examine the wound on his arm.
It didnâ??t look very good, but now that it was cleaned a bit, he was pleased to see that there was no sign of infection. He began to wonder if something had happened in his sleep. The doctors at the hospital had informed him of his night terrors and the episodes he sometimes had. No way of knowing for sure what happened, though, which bothered him. He cursed his dead arm as he looked at the wound. There was no way he could tend to it. Perhaps Alex would help him.
Pulling on a white T-shirt and a classy, but simple white, button-up shirt, he slipped on his boots, one at a time, and left his room. It didnâ??t slip his notice how much longer it took him to get ready every morning nowâ?¦ But he tried not to think about that as he went to the kitchen, determined to cook a nice breakfast for his son in apology for his poor behavior last afternoon and the way he had ignored him. He thought it strange that Alex was still asleep, but choose not to wake him. He was a growing boy and there was no school today, so why should he wake early?
That in mind, he set to work on something simple that he could do fast even with his one hand, eggs, bacon, and toast. Not much, but it would do. Setting it on the table, he went to fetch some orange juic and his bad leg flashed with pain. Grunting, he stumbled in to the counter. Cursing, he decided that for now, while Alex was asleep, heâ??d swallow his pride and use the cane that Private Mathew had given him. Grabbing it from his room, he returned to the kitchen, set the cane down a moment, and poured orange juice for the both of them. Now done, he paused, not sure what else to do.


Alex watched his room very slowly change from dark to light as the sun rose. It felt like it had been days since his traumatic experience with his father, but it was only hours. He slowly shifted in his bed then let out a soft groan, finally realizing just how painful his body was. The boy's mind raced as he thought about everything, what he did for the Colonel willingly and what was done to him, not willingly at all. Alex couldn't believe that he actually had sex and lost his virginity to the man. It was a horrible thought which made him want to vomit. Rolling over to his side, he noticed that Deakon was still laying there on the floor. He seemed to be sleeping but was really paying very close attention to his master, ready to attack if anything were to happen to him. "You probably have to go out... don't you?" He asked the dog quietly then groaned again.
The boy was very happy to know it was Saturday and that he wouldn't have to work about his classes. His father had actually hired a school tutor for Alex because they lived too far from the closest school for Alex to walk and the bus didn't come around that way. He didn't have his own car either so having someone come to him was the only available option. He knew that when Monday came around, he would probably still be scarred from what happened and his tutor would know that something was up with him. However, Alex figured that he would deal with that bridge when it came time to cross over it.
The dark haired boy then slowly made his way to his feet, finding each movement hard on his body. Throwing on a clean pair of jeans and a black band t-shirt, the boy looked down at Deakon. "Okay... Come on. I'll take you out." He said then watched as the dog lifted his head to look over at him. Realizing what his master said, the canine got to his feet then moved over to the door, tail wagging. Alex put his hand on the doorknob and paused for a moment before he slowly turned it. He knew that his father would be downstairs waiting for him and he feared what could happen. However, it would be cruel to keep Deakon locked upside without giving him the chance to go potty. Deakon rushed down the stairs, nails clicking on the hardwood stairs as he ran then he made it to the front door, waiting for Alex to open it for him. The boy got downstairs then slowly limped over to the door, trying to not make much noise so not to attract his father over to him. He opened the door and watched as the dog ran outside and quickly did his business.