Home From War

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."

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.

((Wow, I hadn't even noticed Autumn had become "the man" in your posts. Boy, am I smart, or what?))

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 he’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 couldn’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 didn’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 didn’t slip his notice how much longer it took him to get ready every morning now… 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, he’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 he’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 couldn’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 didn’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 didn’t slip his notice how much longer it took him to get ready every morning now… 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, he’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.

((I added this RP over to the new site. http://bluemoon.incarnal.com/forums/viewtopic.php?f=7&t=88&start=0))