Home From War

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.ou

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." to

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.

((Sorry if you're not in to spanking, I'm not much for it myself, but it seemed the natural first step in a father punishing a "wayward" son. Also, I just realized how much of a hard time the Colonel is going to have with this whole raping thing with a bum arm and an injured leg. Heh. It'll certainly be unique. Heh.))

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.