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Head of the House

By DeviantAmp

Dominance

Kim put his key into the front door of the house, but his body refused to turn the knob or open the door. The middle aged fox was stuck between wanting to get home and relax and knowing that nothing about home was going to be relaxing. He was in his work clothes, a grey blazer, black slacks, and a light pink shirt. Everyone knew him for his timid nature, so it was only natural that his clothes would come off as bright and soft. If only they knew how timid his nature really was.

In his right paw was a bag of take-out for the night. It was the third time this week that he had to pick-up food on the way home from work and it was really starting to dig into him. He would much rather have prepared food every night. Instead, he had to pick up several cartons of chinese food and a quart of ice cream from the store for desert. Before he could contemplate throwing it all in the trash, the door swung open in front of him.

"What's taking you so long? Jeez, don't think I didn't see you pull up. Where's the food?"

A fox-wolf stood in front of him with his arms folded, impatiently waiting for an explanation. Kim knew that his son was not going to let him inside unless he explained himself to him. The young folf was only wearing his red and white practice jersy, a jock strap the barely contained his underaged sex, and his long socks that almost crawled up to his knees. Kim turned his head to the side to not look directly into the folf's eyes.

"I'm sorry, Ricky. I-I've got your food right here. Just spaced out there for a second," He gulped and his muzzle turned red, " you know how that happens sometimes."

His son rolled his eyes and pointed his father to the dinner table before he walked into the living room. The boy was only thirteen, but he was already maturing so much faster than Kim could imagine. The fox walked towards the dinner table, taking a glance back at his son while he pulled all of the items out of the bag. The boy was a foot shorter than him but the boy's maturing body was quickly growing thick and broad. Thick, broad, and intimidating.

Kim kept himself in shape, but nowhere near the muscle growth his son was gaining over him. The only features that they shared was Kim's fox markings in his fur pattern. The boy's fur was grey with rogue white furs dotted all over his body. His jaw was thicker than his father's, but bared the black stripe marked over the top of his muzzle just past his nose. His tail was long and bushy, with the end dipped in white. Kim was just glad that his markings came in enough that others would stop questioning their relationship.

Kim quickly plated all of the food and walked over to living room. He almost tripped over the pile of clothes on the floor, something he would have to take care of before the end of the night. Richard's habit of stripping near naked just as he got home was just one of the things that Kim let his son get away with. In fact, Kim was sure that there was nothing that the boy would be able to do that he wouldn't let him do.

"C'mon, watch TV with me."

Kim nodded his head up and down and took a spot right next to his son, Kim's plate was much smaller than the food that he piled onto the folf's plate, but he knew that Richard would go for another plate of seconds anyways. The hungry boy began to wolf down at his plate, demolishing the orange chicken and the pork fried rice within a matter of minutes. Kim wrapped his arm around his son, bringing him in close while the two of them watched TV.

The power dynamic between the father and son had always been something that shifted back and forth. Kim's wife left them before Richard had even started adding and subtracting. Kim had become extremely strict with his son, pushing him to excel in things from karate to academics. Richard's hybrid birthright gave him the best traits to succeed whatever his mind and body was faced with. It was something that Kim had been never stopped being proud of, even when the tables were slowly turning on him.

Kim didn't realize things had changed so much until half a year prior at a park, Richard wanted to wrestle with his dad. He didn't think much of it until the folf management to pin him down almost every time. He wasn't sure if he lacked the willpower to overpower his own son, or if he really was that physically weak to him. Ever since that day, Richard's attitude had become more aggressive and he had no qualms demanding things from his father and Kim had no qualms giving in to his son's demands.

Richard snuggled up against his father, laying his head against the fox's side. It felt good to have the boy at his side. Despite the folf becoming in charge of the household and making more of his own decisions, it was still his same little boy. He was getting straight As in all of his subjects and he was the star of the soccer team. Kim knew he would be a force to reckon with by the time he would hit high school.

"Alright, dad. I've got homework to work on. I need all of my practice clothes washed before the weekend. We are doing some extra practice."

Richard had to pry himself from his dad's tight embrace, a habit that he had never worked too hard on altering.

"Homework tonight? But it's your Thursday night shows." Kim folded his ears back and nodded his head. "I'll have all of your stuff ready. I'll make sure to DVR everything and we can watch them during the weekend."

Richard smiled at his dad and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Well, actually. I'm doing all the extra because my coach wants to start training me for high school soccer. You'll have to take me out if that's the case."

Kim returned the peck and smiled brightly at his son.

"I'm so proud of you. We will definitely go out on Saturday," He hesitated and gnawed on his lip, "and tomorrow night I'll cook something healthy so you can be prepared for your practice."

Richard let out a sigh before he nodded his head and pat his dad on the shoulder. The folf quickly headed upstairs and Kim felt like he had his first victory in weeks over his son. There was a nagging voice inside of his head that told him that he shouldn't get permission from his son that way. It was only amplified by the fact that he would have to clean up all of his dishes and do all of his laundry. It was all pushed to the back of his head as he thought of his son being the captain of the soccer team and valedictorian someday.

Kim walked to his room and slowly began to peel off his clothes. He was much tidier than his son, hanging up his blazer and slacks before putting his shirt into a hamper. He looked into the mirror on his closet door and inspected himself closely. A sly smirk spread across his muzzle as he put his thumbs underneath the band of his boxers and tugged them down just enough to tease his own reflection.

For almost being forty, he felt like he was in a pretty good spot. He kept active enough to keep his stomach paunch to a minimum. His arms and legs were pretty slender, just like they'd been since college. He turned his hips to the side, pulling down the back of his boxers to reveal the base of his tail and some of his ass. It wasn't the same caboose that it had always been, but his desk job couldn't keep him from turning a few heads with what he had.

A tinge of anger rolled through his body as he thought of his ex-wife. The wolf always knew that Kim wasn't the straightest arrow, but that didn't seem to be a problem until they had Richard. She would constantly refer to Kim's feminine traits and she would consistently try to 'shapen' him up. Seeing Kim as a worthless case, she disappeared one night, leaving their son to be raised by the fox.

The dating scene hadn't been much easier for Kim either. Having Richard in the picture typically kept things from becoming more than a one-night stand. Kim hadn't even tried to go out until his son got into middle school. He didn't want anything to distract his son and he had some things to keep himself company. Kim's resentment washed away as he opened his closest all the way. Hidden behind all of his work suits and his pollos was a few relics of his past.

Before he could start pulling things out, he let out a squeak. He forgot that he had bought a carton of ice cream as a surprise for Richard. He grabbed one his old tanks, checking the front and back to make sure it didn't have explicit language or images on it. He pulled the baby blue tank over his chest and quickly darted downstairs. It felt exposing to be in just his boxers and a shirt on, but his son wore less every day. He was sure the boy could handle seeing his old man letting his hair down a bit.

The fox grabbed a couple bowls and scooped the melting ice cream out before putting it away. He quietly rushed towards his son's room, not wanting to disturb the folf while he was studying. The boy was particular about being left alone to do his work and Kim was more than happy to oblige. Still, he knew that a little ice cream wasn't going to hurt and he might soften up if he surprised him with a gift like that.

Kim turned the handle and slowly pushed open his son's door. His sensitive ears could pick up sounds coming from Richard's desk area. It was just quiet enough to not be heard outside of the door, but he could still make out the sound of distress. He peeked his head inside of the room, wanting to say something but too curious about the sounds coming from his computer. He crept inside of the room, his natural stealthy traits taking over as he padded carefully towards Richard's computer. Just as he could clearly see the screen, the sounds suddenly locked in and he froze in place.

Richard had reclined his computer chair all the way back and was almost laying flat as he stroked himself while a pornographic video played on the laptop screen. Kim couldn't make out his son's length, but his son was pumping himself with long slow strokes up his shaft. He couldn't make out what his son was saying, but he was certainly muttering something dark. It sent shivers up Kim's spine.

What was worse was the video that Kim could clearly see. A vixen was tied, gagged, and spread for the camera to see. Each of her limbs were pulled out by ropes and wires, keeping her spread eagle while a wolf circled her with a flog in his paw. His dick was rock hard and dripping onto the floor while she shivered and waited for whatever the wolf was going to do. In a second, he blindfolded her and began to lash at her back. Her body fought to ropes on her ankles and wrists, but she was powerless to stop the wolf from lashing wildly at her back.

Before the video could keep playing, Richard leaned forward and closed out the tab, revealing another video paused. This time a male otter was being held down by a couple of leather clad bears. It looked like the otter was actually trying to fight the bears off of him while someone was recording the incident. All of it seemed raw and real as they punched and clawed at him, ripping his clothes off until he was crying and naked on the floor.

The bears began to kick the otter while he was down, making Kim grit his teeth and turn away from the violence. He could hear his son picking up his pace while the sound of the bears taking turns raping the otter. They pulled his hair and made him gag on their dicks for lube before they stuffed it inside of the screaming boy's ass. It was only interrupted by the wolf clicking the tab closed and starting the next video. Kim didn't want to watch, but his curiosity was going to drive him crazy if he didn't at least see what was coming next.

This time it was a cheetah chained to a wooden horse set on the ground. The camera was just as shaky as all the other cameras were, showing off the crying cheetah's face and circling its victim. The cheetah had a massive ball gag inside of their muzzle to prevent them from making more than just whimpers and groans. The camera man seemed to be the tormentor in this case, groping the feline up and down and rubbing himself all over the cheetah, including in their ear and against their nose.

The video came towards its climax as the perpetrator walked off to the side, pulling out an iron brand from a fire pit. The cameraman focused on the brand for a few seconds, rolling it in his paws so that he could show off the symbol that it made and how hot the red end was. He walked back to the unexpecting cheetah, grabbing his tail and lifting it hard before he pressed the brand straight on the cheetah's right ass cheek.

The sound of the muffle screaming and the image of the burnt flesh shocked Kim so much that he dropped both bowls of ice cream straight onto the ground and put his paws to his muzzle. Richard seemed like he was close until he heard the sounds of the bowls clanging against the ground. He turned his entire chair to KIm and stared up at his father in fear, both of his paws were on his dick. One wrapped firmly around his knot while the other was stroking his the rest of his long shaft. Kim was sure that the boy had a few good inches over him, but that was not the thing at the forefront of his mind at the moment.

"Ricky, what the fuck is this?"

Richard let go of his dick, closing his entire web browser before he frantically tried to put his dick back into his jock strap.

"Dad, get out of my room! It wasn't what it looked like!"

Richard yelled back at his father, trying his best to cover himself up but practically unable to. The jock strap wasn't made for a fully erect penis, but particularly Richard's massive package. Kim wasn't sure if he should pick up the ice cream bowls and leave, or if he should confront the boy on the nature of his porn. Without thinking, Kim stepped over the bowls of ice cream and grabbed Richard's laptop, yanking off all of the cords before walking towards the door.

"No laptop! No phone! No anything until I can make sense of this. Do your homework with pencil and paper, and don't you dare leave this room tonight. Richard Pitt, you are grounded for, I don't know, the rest of your life!"

Richard tried to argue with his dad but Kim was already walking out of the room. The fox quickly rushed down the hallway, turning his head back every second to make sure that the folf wasn't following behind him. He wasn't sure if he was terrified of his son or if he was just mad at the whole scenario. He knew that there was going to be a day where he'd have to talk to his son about sex, but he wasn't expecting it to come so fast and he definitely wasn't expecting to find out his son was into...alternative things.

He walked into the room and slammed his door shut, locking it behind him so that the folf couldn't get into his room. He tossed the laptop onto his bed and leaned against the door. Thoughts of ice cream, dishes and laundry was now replaced by leather clad bears, a beaten otter, and the branding iron. He couldn't even tell if those videos were real or just made with actors and makeup.

It hardly made a difference. Kim had considered himself pretty kinky and this was not even the same level of things he knew. He once let another fox piss on him, but he was extremely horny and he made the fox promise to not get any in his mouth or on his face. He just watched a vixen beaten so hard that she pissed herself on camera and that was something he could barely wrap his head around.

Kim shook his head and pulled off his shirt and boxers, walking to the bathroom and turning on the water. Baths always calmed down his mind and soul. He plugged the drain and dropped a couple beads straight into the tub. His eyes kept darting to the door, worried that it might crack open at any second. He never actually tested the locks before now. He never had a reason for any privacy or to keep Richard away from him.

He shook his head and stopped the water, dropping into it and spreading himself out into the tub. He let out a long soothing sigh of relief as the warm water soaked into his fur and the bath beads began to do their work. The thought of the porn began to melt away from his mind. He gave the bath a good fifteen minutes to calm him down, taking work and his son off of his mind and just enjoy the warm water.

As the water warmed his body, the image of his son's dick started to invade his mind. The folf certainly inherited the length and girth of his impressive red dick from his wolf ancestry. Richard's dick had to be held in both of his paws and it didn't even cover all of his shaft. Kim reached down and reach his sheath and sack, giving it a couple rubs underneath the bath water.

He wasn't big for his age and he wasn't even normal for a fox. He always knew he was a little on the smaller end, but it never made much a difference for him. He knew what to do with his maw and tongue, and the boys were always chasing after his backside. The water felt good on his tip as it emerged from his sheath. He rubbed the tip of his dick back and forth until he was all the way out.

The image of his son's dick was firmly in his mind. It didn't feel so wrong that he was imagining it, cause it didn't look like it belonged on a cub so small. He could picture it on one of his coworkers or one of the baristas near his work. He grabbed his cock and stroked it with a couple fingers, his little knot was barely a bump compared to the massive bulb that Richard's paw was wrapped around. He rubbed the tip of his dick with his thumb, but before he could get anywhere, the image of the otter getting beaten flashed into his mind.

The image was so visually shocking that he couldn't even touch himself anymore. His erection disappeared back into himself and he laid in the water for a few more minutes. A flush of red poured over his muzzle. He knew he shouldn't have been thinking of his son's dick while he was touching himself. Especially comparing sizes. He shook his head left and right quickly, trying to fling the thoughts altogether from his head like the water from the bath.

If he was really going to get himself away from those thoughts, he was going to have to take it seriously. He knew he was going to have to send Richard to therapy. He was also going to pull the boy out of sports and any other activities that require him to be physical with other people. All of the violent games were going to be uninstalled and the consoles were going straight into the trash.

He got out of the tub and wrapped himself with a towel. He dried himself as he thought over everything that he would have to work with his son with. All of the answers seemed like they were finally coming together and he finally knew what he'd have to do next. He was definitely going to have to grow a backbone and stand up to the folf. He was even thinking about calling the school to make sure he had no instances of bullying or intimidation against other students.

Kim threw his towels onto the ground and walked to his bed. His muzzle dripped of disapproval as he looked down on his son's laptop. He wasn't sure if he would even want to look through his son's history or if he was just going to have to throw the entire thing out. Or worse, give the laptop to the authorities as evidence for those poor people in the videos. He growled, picking up the laptop and tossing it onto the floor. He didn't even care if he broke it because as far as he was concerned, his son was probably never gonna own another laptop.

His radar dish ears picked up the sound of something in the kitchen. He stood perfectly still until he could make out the sounds of the water running. Dishes clinked and clanked together and he picked up the indistinguishable sound of a chair being dragged over tile. He looked over at his clothes on the floor and pulled his belt out of it. He looked at the belt, not sure if he could actually discipline his son. Maybe just holding it will be enough though.

He grabbed a pair of his loose fitting gym shorts, tugging it on and trying his best not to trip over himself. He couldn't believe that Richard would be so outright disobedient after getting caught with red handed. He opened the door to his room, poking his head out into the hallway. He listened again to make sure that he wasn't just hearing things but he knew in his gut that his son was in the kitchen. He bit his lip anxiously, letting out all his anxiety before trying his best to put on a stern face.

He walked through the hall and made it halfway down the stairs before he realized that all of the wolf's clothes were picked up. He creeped the rest of the way, looking over the couch and the coffee table. All of the trash was picked up and all the dishes were missing. He carefully padded the rest of the way down the stairs, just now noticing the sound of the washing machine running in the laundry room. He peeked his head into the kitchen just as he made it down the last steps.

Richard was at the sink, comically washing dishes while just barely standing tall enough to reach the handle of the faucet. The folf was washing all the dishes from the night, including the two bowls that Kim had dropped on the floor earlier. Kim had never seen his son do dishes before but he must have picked something up watching his dad do all the dishes for so many years. He leaned against the doorframe to the kitchen, watching for a second before he clicked his claws against the wall.

"Dad!" Richard said, almost jumping out of his fur.

The folf stood at attention for his father, trying to seem like he was well behaved and disciplined. He stood with his back straightened and his feet and legs locked together. It would have looked like he was living a more strict life if he wasn't still in his jockstrap and nothing else. His package wasn't perfectly sculpted to his bulge, but it wasn't hard for him to imagine what was hiding behind the fabric.

"You were supposed to stay in your room." Kim said, finding his backbone enough to look from his son's crotch.

"I know. I'm sorry, Dad. I'm just.." He pointed over to the table.

On the table was two bowls each filled with ice cream. Kim stepped cautiously towards the table, acknowledging the white flag but still not sure what the boy's endgame was. Richard moved with him, mimicking his dad's steps as they worked their way to the table together. Neither wanted to move too fast but both were willing to work their way into something better than deciding things with a belt.

"I think I might just be under too much stress at school or something..." Richard said as he was the first to sit down.

He watched his dad take a seat, noticing specifically the belt that he lay down on the table in front of him. His eyes widened a bit as the dots connected inside of his mind. He had never actually being disciplined like that by his dad and couldn't imagine the fox doing something like that to him. All of it broke Kim's heart and he felt like he betrayed his son's trust by even bringing it out the way that he did.

"W-we don't have to talk about it now." Kim said as he pushed the belt to the side.

The two of them took their spoons and began to eat. The only sound among the two of them was the sound of the metal spoons hitting against the ceramic as they ate down their ice cream together. Richard flinched as he heard his dad push his bowl to the side and stand up from the table. His ears were folded and his muzzle was trying to hide inside of his own bowl. He was awaiting his punishment but instead his father planted a kiss right on his head.

"I love you so much. I'm just a little confused about everything. We're gonna get you... we'll get you some...woah."

Kim put his hand on the table and his other on his forehead. Things were starting to spin and standing up was becoming a chore. He wondered if it was the bath or the fact that he stood up so fast, but something was off. He tried to keep himself up by putting weight onto the table but he couldn't even stand on his legs. He went down like a rock, slapping his chin against the table before ending up on the floor.

He opened his eyes again just in time to catch himself being dragged upstairs. He wanted to say something, but he felt too sick to think of anything. He just let out a couple nonsensical words and a whimper. Whoever was dragging him stopped for a second, but he passed out before he was able to figure out what was going on. His confusion and fear melted into the complacency felt in all dreams.

He looked around and found himself in the same alley that the otter from the video was in. The otter was surrounded by the bears as they each took turns punching him in the gut and face. His point of view changed consistently, One minute he was tied up like the cheetah, forced to watch the otter as he was getting beaten. Other times he would be tied up and spread out like the vixen.

His tail tried to curl between his legs, covering his shameful sex from any of the onlookers. The bears didn't notice him, but the large wolf did. The black furred wolf got close to Kim, rubbing his large dick up against Kim's soft fur. The wolf wrapped himself around his body before he held his muzzle still and forced him to watch the otter as he was being broken right in front of him. The otter cried out for his help, but the ropes held his limbs in place and he was helpless to do anything.

Kim blinked and now he had the perspective of the camera, following the otter close up as he was stripped down to nothing. The clothes torn off with loud audible rips, hurting him in the process. He was thrown onto the ground and the bears began to stomp on his paws and tail to keep him from getting back up. Kim tried to turn his head left and right, but wherever his muzzle went, he was just getting a different part of the otter being tortured in front of him.

Horrifically, he noticed the branding iron in his paw. It was white hot and ready to maim its victim. Kim couldn't explain why he was doing it, but he got to the otter's side and teased the brand around him. He kept the branding iron end close to the otter's fur so he was sure that he could feel the warm heat coming off of it. Almost without any warning, he pushed the tip of it straight into the otter's side and suddenly his perspective changed again.

He now was in between the two bears. He could feel his hip being branded and his ass being fucked by the bear behind him. They kept him down as they had their way with him and permanently disfigured him. He tried to pull his muzzle back as the bear pushed his fat cock right in his face. He couldn't pull away though and the bear forced him to take his massive dick straight into his muzzle,

Kim couldn't breath with his maw wrapped around the dick. It hurt his jaw as he was forced to try to take the entire thing in. It clogged his throat and kept him from breathing as it worked its way into the back of his throat. He was forced to breath through his nose, but it was barely enough air to keep him going. He shook his head left and right before the nightmare became too much. He opened both of his eyes and saw Richard standing over him.

His couldn't breath at all and it wasn't just a dream. Something was in his muzzle, preventing him from getting air. He tried to reach his mouth with his paws, but neither of them seemed to move. He tried one at a time, tugging as hard as he could but neither his paws were able to do anything but stay stretched to each corner of the bed. He tried to do the same with his feet, but to no avail. His breathing picked up and he was ready to pass out from his own hyperventilation.

"Dad. Dad. Calm down. Deep breaths through your nose."

Kim looked at his son standing over him, suddenly realizing that he was in fact breathing. Whatever was in his muzzle was preventing him from talking or crying out, but he could still breath through his nose. His tongue wrapped around the phallic object in his mouth and tried to push it out, but it wouldn't budge. He could feel the straps around his head and muzzle and it became clear that it was a gag in his mouth.

"Good boy. Good, calm down."

Kim knew exactly what was going on and he was not going to let any of it happen. He tugged all of his limbs at once and tried to reach out for his son. The folf stood confidently above him as he tried to pull on each of the restraints. Kim had to stop after it hurt too much, looking to his left and right to see what was holding him. A pair of metal handcuffs held each other his paws to the metal bed posts of his bed frame.

"Stop struggling. This is going to be easier for you in you don't put up a fight."

So many questions ran through his mind. He wanted to know how he got the handcuffs and whatever was holding his legs to the bed posts. He wanted to know where he got the gag or even knew how to use it. All the while, he never stopped struggling against the restraints, trying to break them free while his son lorded over him. He wasn't sure if he was going to give him a spanking or outright kick him out for this. He wasn't even sure if it was real or just part of the nightmare.

An enormous amount of pressure was placed on his balls and dick and he screamed as loud as he could into the gag. His eyes crossed and he was able to pull his muzzle up just enough to see that his son had stomped right on his crotch. His balls were crushed underneath his bare foot and he knew it was definitely not a dream at this point. He had never felt so much pain like this in his entire adult life. He wanted to throw up and pass out from the small folf's foot pressed firmly into his groin.

Richard pulled his foot off of his dad's testicles and stood on the bed over him. Kim could barely breathe. He tried to hunch over, but he could only keep himself spread eagle, exposed to any matter of torture that Richard wanted to inflict on him. He stood over the fox patiently, waiting for the pain to subside enough for him to listen.

"If you keep struggling you're going to have to be disciplined. This is the rules of the house now. You're my slave and you will do as I say, got it?"

Kim wasn't sure how to answer. Some part of him wanted to keep resisting until he could take control of the situation. He knew that he couldn't be held captive forever. Unfortunately, he didn't know how long he could be held captive and after watching those videos, he knew that his son could potentially be dangerous. He nodded his head up and down, willing to play along until he could get himself free.

"Good boy, but you and I both know that it's not gonna be this easy."

Richard got on all fours over his dad, rubbing himself against this father's fur as he made his way up from Kim's crotch to his chest. The young folf felt up his dad's abs before moving his hands up to his chest. Kim flinched as he felt his nipples pinched and twisted by the smaller fingers. It had been a long time since anyone had touched him like that. He couldn't help but let out a moan into his gag.

"Don't enjoy this too much, dad. We're not at that part yet."

The cub reached his hands out to his father's muzzle and rubbed his cheeks. He pinched them hard, making Kim groan in discomfort. He didn't like that his son was treating him like he was some plaything and pet. The folf pet his head and matted his scruff with the palm of his hand. Kim could only shift his eyes to the side, not wanting to watch as his son degraded him. It was nothing compared to what happened next though.

"One day you're going to teach me how to makeout, but I'm afraid you might bite off my tongue if I tried it tonight. Either way, won't be able to do anything unless we get this off of you."

Richard reached his muzzle forward and licked the fox's chin. He caught the drool that was leaking out the sides of his own muzzle and took it into his own mouth. He then kissed his father on the cheek and forehead before he reached around and unclasp the gag inside of his muzzle. Kim's eyes opened in shock as he felt the gag pulled out of his muzzle. He felt it tug at his throat.

He wasn't expecting what sort of gag it would be and he was shocked that the end of it was resting inside of his throat. He made a loud gag and watched cross-eyed as it kept pulling and pulling from inside his muzzle. Richard took his time pulling the cock gag out of his throat, enjoying watching his father gagging on a fat dick. He felt the end of it get caught against his teeth before Richard pulled out the last of the cock gag. Kim looked in horror at the footlong horse cock that had been in his muzzle even when he was passed out.

"You could have choked me to death with that! What the fuck were you thinking you stupid-, AH!"

His eyes bolted open as something slapped him straight in the stomach, making a loud crack that echoed in his ear. Richard had crawled off of him and stood alongside the bed. He was looking down at the fox with the belt inside of his paws. The brown leather belt slapped inside of his own paws as he glared down at this dad, ready to teach the fox through his own methods.

"Is that my belt, you shit?"

The belt came down hard on his gut, cracking loudly and knocking the wind out of him. His arms pulled against the straps hard, trying to defend himself but unable to even get the posts to budge. He looked at the window and rolled his eyes. He felt pretty damn proud of himself when he soundproofed the house because his neighbors had one late New Years party. Now no one would be able to hear a gun go off in the house.

"You know, I was kinda hoping you'd hit me with your belt tonight. You really let me down."

Richard brought the leather belt to his muzzle and nuzzled against it, stroking it up aand down like it was a cock he was worshipping.

"I've always wished you would. Just grab me by the hair, bend me over the couch and slap my ass until I cry."

Kim glanced up and down, seeing the lean folf standing over him with a sickly look in his eyes. Drool dripped down the sides of his muzzle as he talked about being spanked. He looked like an addict shaking over a fix. His sheath and balls were hidden behind the jockstrap, but talking about it was making his bulge grow. There wasn't enough pubic fur to notice, if he had any at all. He wasn't sure if his son was already shaving or if he was still immature enough that nothing had even grown in.

Kim's tail covered his crotch, not excited about exposing himself to his son. He was also terrified that he was going to step on his privates again. He could feel himself slipping back into unconsciousness, ready to pass out again before he could process anymore. He was able to lean his head back and close his eyes just before he felt another strike against his stomach.

"Jesus Christ! That fucking hurts!" He shouted at his son as the drugs wore off.

"Call me master or I'll hit you harder" Richard said calmly at his dad.

Kim wasn't able to respond in time before his son smacked him on his bare stomach again. The fox was barely able to process that he was naked, before the leather belt struck his stomach again. He growled, trying to struggle out of his restraints before the belt cracked against his stomach a third time. He just realized that the position he was in before the belt hit him yet again. Each time he was struck with the belt hurt more than the last time and it was becoming unbearable.

"Fuck, please! I'm your dad. Stop!" He begged, still fighting the restraints.

"Call me master!"

The young folf was not letting up his abuse. He struck against Kim again as his father pathetically tried to wiggle himself away from the beating. Kim worried that the belt strikes would blister him and he was gaining enough consciousness to know he was in a losing game. His claws dug into the restraints, trying to anchor himself so that he could at least roll over. There was no luck though. His hands were tied to the bed posts and his ankles were restrained to keep him spread eagle.

"Master! You're Master! I'm Sorry! Please! No More!" The adult begged, tears running down the sides of his face in front of his son.

"Finally. I was about to start beating you with the buckle." Richard said with a chuckle in his words.

The folf shook for a second, looking extremely strained like he had a cramp. Kim looked down and noticed that the jockstrap was struggling to keep the fully erect folf penis behind it. Richard reached his paw down, stroking it a couple times behind the jock, half enjoying being contained while also needing release. The boy went feral, climbing back up onto the bed and crawling over his dad's body.

"Don't close your eyes. Just watch."

Richard pulled down his jockstrap until his long canid cock flopped out. Kim hadn't seen it this close before and now it was hanging just a foot away from his nose. It was much bigger than he first suspected. The fully erect folf penis must have been eight, maybe even nine inches long. His knot was the size of an apple and pulsing with the folf's own eagerness. His balls weren't hanging yet, but they were just as big as his knot.

He grabbed his dick and began to stroke it right in front of his father's face. Every other rub would coax another huge splash of pre right onto his chest fur. Kim tried to turn his head, but his son wasn't having any of it. The cub grabbed his dad by the headfur and pulled him in so that he couldn't turn his head in any other direction. He tried to close his eyes, but he knew what was going on and not looking at it made him feel just as bad. His son straddled his head several times until he opened his eyes again.

"You're gonna get the belt if you don't behave. Watch as your master blesses you with his gift."

Richard could barely understand where his son was getting this language from but he couldn't question it. Instead, he did as he was told, watching his son jerking off in front of him. The folf kept his dad's hair in his paw as his rhythm grew quicker and quicker. His body shook as he approached his orgasm. He pulled his dad's hair back hard, feeling some of it tear off his scalp causing him to call out.

His dad's maw opened at the right time to catch his son's rope of cum right inside of his muzzle. The first shot of cum landed right on his tongue, as well as some of it going right into the back of his sore throat. Richard's cum was thick but also plentiful, leaving enough to coax his entire tongue. The second rope covered Kim's face as he tried to close his maw to prevent anymore getting inside his mouth.

"You're gonna drink it up and wear it, faggot."

Kim's face grew hot. He wasn't sure if it was from the cum getting spread all over his face, the fact that his son just called him the F word, or the fact that he swallowed some of his son's spunk right in front of him. The pondering had caused him to involuntarily gulp, swallowing down more of his son's seed. Richard noticed his father choking down his sperm and wouldn't let it go unnoticed.

"Just like the fox you are."

He inched forward and stuffed his nose right against his dad's face, shoving his tip right against his nose and forcing some of the cum up his nostril. Before Kim could even think of catching his son's dick with his teeth, Richard pulled back to admire his handiwork. Most of the cum just dribbled off onto his dad's chest, but the few ropes that he was able to make had covered the fox's muzzle.

"That was fun, but I've got school tomorrow. I'll be sure to tell work that you need a week or so to recover from the flu. That should be enough time for me." Richard said before crawled off of his dad.

"Enough time for you? What're you planning on doing?"

Richard didn't respond to him immediately. Instead, the folf rummaged around the room for something. It was just then that Kim had noticed all of his sex toys lined up on his cabinet for both of them to see. There was even a few that he didn't recognize, something his son must have purchased on his own. Even worse was some of the other devices that laid out on the table. He couldn't make them out, but he definitely could tell that they were stainless steel and probably not made to feel good.

Instead of grabbing any of those though, he grabbed his VR headset and put it on himself. The fox could only watched in confusion as he used the control, clicking through a few things before he took them off. He walked over to his dad and put the visor on his head, strapping the back of it so that it couldn't come off on its own. It took him half a second before he recognized exactly what was playing on the screen.

"No. No, Richie please don't. I don't want to do this. I'll behave!" He shouted, trying to shake his head back and forth to get the visor off.

"It'll be fine dad. I'll just put you through this for a few days and then, well, we'll see where we're at."

Kim continued to yell, constantly shaking his head back and forth but unable to see anything but the otter getting beaten and raped in the alley. He could see towards the bottom of the screen that the video was over several days long, a compilation of everything that his son had made for him. He felt helpless and scared as his son forced soundproof headphones to his ears and tape them on so they wouldn't come off.

He couldn't tell where Richard was in the room anymore. He felt like he was living the videos as he felt his son groping up against him while the movie played. He tried to protest, but he only sound that he could hear was the sound of the video playing. He felt his son peck his cheek and then felt nothing. He was left alone and not even his screams for help could be heard by him.

Disclaimer: These stories are purely works of fiction. Nothing is meant to represent actual events that happened or will happen. No part of this is ever supposed to be replicated in real life. As adults, we're responsible for distinguishing between fantasy and reality. Any actions replicated by any person in real life should be reported to the proper authorities. Thank you.