Chapter Four. David's tale
Naked again, she helped David prepare lunch. At least she ate well here. David
went on with his tale.
"That first night after mother escaped was one of terror for me. Dad was in a
foul mood and partially blaming me for what happened. When it was bedtime I
asked whether I was to sleep back in my old bed, something I hadn't done for
years. "NO!" dad roared, "You are to take her place. Undress." I did and he
picked me up and fastened me to the bed with her straps and began to belt my
arse and thighs until I was hoarse with screaming. Then, still with my hands
strapped to the bed-head, he made me get up on my knees and thrust out my arse.
I knew what to expect as I had seen mother in that position many times. Without
any lubrication he forced his prick into my hole and reaching round he gripped
my cock and balls with both hands and pulled me into him as hard as he could on
each thrust until he came. Twice more that night he took my arse. One thing with
men though, his large prick stimulated my prostate and I was able to cum from
his fucking and from the massage his hands gave my cock.
Three nights later, in a better mood he allowed me to enter his arse. I had to
use fat on my cock, same as he now used on me. After we had both used each other
we laid in the sixty-nine position and sucked the other's prick clean. For the
last three years until you came, almost every night and often during the day, we
would have each other's arse."
"Does it still hurt you when he puts it in?" Debbie enquired.
"Not any more. After a week or two it went in quite easily. Oh shit!"
"What's wrong?"
"Didn't get the bread out of the freezer. That'll put him in a bad mood."
Sure enough. It did. "You were so busy fucking girlie here that you forgot all
about your father's dinner." Henry ranted on. "Get your bare arse over the end
of the table boy!" With minimal protest, David did as he was told. "Get up and
sit on his back girlie, so you can see what happens, when your work isn't up to
scratch." Debbie climbed up and sat on David's broad back with her knees tucked
under his arms. She wanted to plead on David's behalf but suspected it would
have only made things worse.
"Crack!" The belt sounded like a rifle as it cracked across both of David's arse
cheeks. David cried out. Three more times Henry laid the wicked belt across his
son's bare bum. Each time David cried out in pain. They were vicious strokes
which quickly coloured up a wide band across the already bruised area. Debbie
was horrified that such cruel treatment would be accorded by a father to his son
just because he forgot to take the bread from the freezer. But the boy's ordeal
wasn't over. Henry took out his prick, and rammed it hard up his son's bum hole
and proceeded to fuck it hard and fast. Debbie noted that it did go in quite
easily but it was also obvious that it caused David a lot of pain when his
father's body hit the whipped flesh. She wondered if talking to David made it
was her fault and if David would take it out on her arse later.
