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Jack awoke to a now familiar sensation under his tail. “Ugh, dad, is it that time already?" He tried to roll over but his father's surprisingly strong forepaws kept him pinned in place as the older larger fox worked his cock deep inside his son.

Jack's dad Mark was winding up to is comfortingly familiar climax. Over the last couple of weeks, they had slowly, through successive bouts of hypnotism and practice, managed to work his insatiable libido down to just three good nuts in his son per day to keep the urges at bay.

Jack moaned unashamedly as his father's thick cock started hitting his prostate. He didn't regret what they now referred to as the “hypno-mistake" that left the older fox hopelessly addicted to his 18-year-old son's body. Although he wouldn't admit it to anyone, least of all his father, the last couple weeks had been exhilarating, emotional, special.

Mark's thrusts became faster, more frantic, the cock in Jack's ass plunged faster and faster, deeper and deeper till the older fox let out a cry of triumph and pumped thick hot ropes of cum into his son's ass.

“Oh, oh, oh, OK, Dad! The knot! The knot, be careful you'll… fuck!"

Mark rammed his knot into his son's tight pucker with a satisfied grunt. The knot popped into him audibly, impaling the younger fox on his father's shaft and tying them together for at least the next 15 minutes. The sensation overwhelmed Jack and he himself came all over his bed sheets. Yet again.

“Dad! I told you not to knot me." He complained breathlessly “Now you'll be late for work. Again."

He rolled onto his back, their bodies locked together, and looked up into his exhausted but self-satisfied father.

“Worth it." His father panted," You OK my boy?"

He leant forward and kissed Jack on the muzzle. They had long since abandoned any pretence of awkwardness in this act. Jack lifted a paw behind his father's head and grasped him affectionately. Their muzzles parted and his dad pulled him over onto his chest so they could lie there and wait for his knot to subside.

This was his favourite part in the ritual they had perfected over the last couple of weeks. Jack rifled his paw through his dad's thick chest ruff and listened to the sound of his breathing. It felt nice, it felt normal, it felt comforting, he felt… special.

His dad got up and left Jack's room as soon as he calmed down enough to slip out. Jack emerged from the shower 20 minutes later, clean, dressed but with his tail hole aching from the rough treatment.

“Dad" he looked down at 'breakfast' which appeared to be burnt toast covered in ketchup “either you're going to have to let me teach you or I'm going to ban you forever from the kitchen."

“Sorry my boy, we're late don't you know?" his dad was checking something on his phone.

“Yeah, I wonder how that happened" Jack rubbed his ass gingerly with one paw and gave his dad a peck on the cheek, grabbing the least burnt piece of toast with the other paw.

“I'll drop you off at school, and I'll just be late for work. It was my fault after all."

“Yeah, you got that right, stud." It was the term he used when teasing his father. Mark's ears flattened slightly at the term, but nothing could remove the satisfied grin from his muzzle.

===

As they drove towards school, Jack took the opportunity to take a sidelong look at his distracted father. He was a nice man, a kind man. Gentle (apart from the sex) loving, passionate, honest. Jack ventured to put his paw on his father's leg and imagined they were anything other than father and son. Jack was bi after all, and he could do worse than this nice older guy. A lot worse.

He bit his lip. They should have that talk sooner rather than later. If he was going to fall for his actual dad they should talk first, set boundaries, make sure it was going to be ok.

His dad put the car into park. “we're here."

“Say, dad…"

“Can I ask you something?" they both said in unison. Jack lifted his paw off his father's leg self-consciously.

“Oh, sorry, you first, Jack"

“No, no" Jack's head was buzzing with unspoken thoughts. “You first, dad."

“Oh, well, it's been a couple weeks since I was dating and so I was wondering about going on a date again."

“Oh" Jack's ears and tail drooped as he felt his heart drop into the pit of his stomach. Before the hypno-mistake his dad had been trying to find a partner. It was stupid to think that partner could ever be Jack.

“You don't mind, do you? I just thought it's been long enough."

“Oh, no, you're right. I think it's important."

“Oh, good, glad you agree. So that's settled then?"

“Yes, I guess."

“Great, I was thinking tonight then."

“Oh, ok"

“So, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind walking home? I just have a bunch of things to prepare."

“Oh, yeah, of course. Seeya dad."

“Have a good day, son" his father gave him a little peck on the side of the muzzle and with that he was gone.

Jack sat in the cafeteria, doodling in his sketch book morosely. Emily, a short rotund raccoon came up to him and peered over his shoulder.

“Ooh, that's a nice one. Who is that?"

“No one" Jack made to cover the sketch of his dad with his paw.

“Oh, come on, I want to see."

Jack proffered the piece of paper to her, ears splayed in embarrassment.

“You've been so distant lately, we haven't talked in ages." She said with a slight hint of accusation in her voice.

“Sorry, I've just been a little distracted."

“Oh yeah, distracted by him?"

She waved the drawing under his muzzle, and he snatched it from her paw. Emily was his first ever girlfriend and the only person (apart from his father) who knew he was bi.

“He seems nice" she added as he looked sadly at the drawing in his paws.

“He is." The words came out slowly, with a great deal of effort.

“So?" she added sitting next to him. “What's he like?"

Jack shrugged and stuffed the piece of paper back into his sketch book.

“I don't want to talk about it."

“Look, Jack, I'm your friend and I care about you, if an older guy is…"

“N..no, it's not like that" he raised a paw defensively. “It's… nice, he's nice… I just…"

His ears drooped painfully, and the raccoon put her arm around him.

“It's just…" Jack continued, “I know he loves me in his own way but our relationship is just…" he looked down at his paws, blinking hard “just physical."

He could feel the tears coming on, so he squeezed his eyes shut, rubbing them with the back of his paws.

“You know, I think I love him, like really love him Em. I think I want to be with him, you know, not just for sex, but be with him." she nodded encouragingly and rubbed him on the back.

“But he doesn't see me that way. I'm just a bit of tail to him and its…"

She drew him into a hug and he found himself sobbing unconsolably on her shoulder.

“Shhh" she said as she smoothed his ears and he soaked her shirt with his tears.

“I want it to mean something" he sobbed, “he means a lot… to me."

It was a few minutes of muted sobbing till he was able to compose himself again.

“I'm sorry Em, I don't want you to see me like this. I don't deserve pity from anyone, least of all from you".

Jack had broken it off with Emily soon after he and his father started having sex. He just felt insincere dating one person whilst having regular sex with another. Now that the time had elapsed, he couldn't remember what it was ever like to even want to be her boyfriend.

“Shhh" she smoothed his ears again “have you told him how you feel?"

“I…I want to but."

“But what?"

“I don't want to come across as a stupid clingy cub. What we have is great." He glanced at Emily self-consciously. “Physically anyway, what we have is great, and I wouldn't want to ruin it just because I… because I."

“Because you want more? Because you are a whole person and not just some object, because you deserve to be treated like a full partner and not just some sexual gratification?"

“It's not that simple."

“Actually, I think it is. I know this is tough, but you must stand up for yourself, you must respect yourself and you must demand that he respects you. You tell him, next time you see him that he's not getting anything else from you unless he respects your boundaries and one of those is you want more. You want more or he's out of your life for good."

“It's not that simple Em" Jack repeated quietly but he smiled back at his friend. “Thank you though, I'll tell him, you're right, I am more than this, I deserve more than this." She nodded at his affirmation.

Jack took the 30-minute walk home the long way, rehearsing his speech in his head, all the confusing feelings he had had the past couple of weeks, all the moments when he caught a glimpse of his dad looking at him and his heart skipped a beat. All the times he wished they could hold hands in public but didn't dare. This time he was going to say all those things. He was going to lay it all out there, all his feelings and then…

and then…

He was probably going to have to move out. There was no way he could live with his dad and deny him sex. That was too cruel for either of them. He would have to remove himself from the equation and make his own life somewhere on his own.

He got up to the door of the tiny apartment and heard soft classical music playing, smelt an amazing chicken feast emanating from the kitchen.

“Dad?" he stuck his head through the door and looked down the passageway. “is it all clear?"

“Yes of course, my boy, come in. I know what a bad cook I am, so I ordered in, haha, what do you think?"

The little dining room table they had shared so many meals on was piled high with chicken and sides overflowing from takeaway containers, the lights had been dimmed and a lopsided candle dripped hot wax onto the white tablecloth.

“The candle is too much isn't it?" his dad asked anxiously.

“No dad, that's very much you. I think the date will be awesome. Look, I'm… I think I'm just going to be in my room for a bit ok?"

He lumbered to his room and put his headphones on, lying down in bed, turned the volume up high and tried to drown out the sounds of his father's date, tried not to think about him entertaining some vixen, some cheetah, someone hoping to be his next mom when all he wanted was.. all he wanted was…

There was a soft knock on the door.

“I'm busy"

The knock came louder.

“Go away dad!"

The knock was louder still and Jack got up, yanking the door open, his face fur matted with tears.

There stood his dad in his very best suit, he had tried to tie a Windsor knot and failed so his tie was just an awkward square knot.

“Dad…"

“Uh, Jack" his dad rubbed his own elbow with one paw. “I hate to rush you my boy but if we don't start eating soon all this food will get cold and kind of ruin the date."

“The, what?"

“Our date, remember? Oh come on, don't tell me you forgot, I asked you this morning."

“A date? Us? You mean you and me?" Jack asked incredulously, his ears rising in growing understanding.

A look of horror passed over his father's face as he realised the mistake.

“Oh my god, Jacky, I am so sorry, you didn't want to? I thought you… I misread… oh.. I didn't mean any disrespect, I just felt as though, you know, since you and I were doing all the physical stuff that you would be ok with…" he pinched the bridge of his nose in remorse.

Mark drew himself up to his full height and let out a calming breath.

“OK, I know this is weird and awkward and some people might consider it inappropriate or downright immoral" his dad began.

Jack opened his muzzle to protest and his father raised a paw. He was now in full-on lecture mode.

“But Jack, there's only one person on this earth who I want to spend the rest of my life with and he's standing right here in front of me. You don't owe me anything, you have certainly given me more than I could ever expect from you, but if you would just accompany me to dinner just this one time and let me try win your… genuine romantic affection. I… if this doesn't work out then…" his ears splayed as he considered the alternative “I'll just move out, I'll find another job, I'll pay the rent here, I'll leave you be, I promise, but please let me at least try love you in my own way…"

He wiped his eyes with the back of one sooty black paw.

“Please"

“Oh Dad" Jack jumped into his arms and gave him a big hug.

“Tonight, Jack, would you mind just calling me Mark?"

Mark offered an elbow and Jack took it, allowing himself to be led to the intimate little kitchen where the older fox had set up a very elaborate meal.

Mark seated Jack at the table and pushed the chair in behind him then took his seat opposite.

“I've been looking forward to this dinner for quite some time. Oh, I'm Mark by the way" he got up awkwardly and shook Jack's hand formally. “Really nice to meet you, I don't do this dating thing often, so you'll have to excuse me if I'm weird."

“You're doing OK so far, stud" Jack chuckled.

They talked. They just talked about everything and nothing. About Mark's job at a small accounting firm. About Jack's studies and his art, about their hopes and dreams.

“So, how was school today s.. Jack?" Mark was half-way through a glass of wine and Jack was on nothing but coke.

“Actually, if I am honest, I had a tough day today."

“Oh"

“Yeah, I was pining for this guy I like." He smiled conspiratorially at his dad.

Mark's ears drooped uncertainly “oh?"

“He's really hot, I can't get him out of my head, pretty much think about him constantly if I am honest."

“Oh." Mark put his glass down and looked sideways. “Sounds like a nice sexy kind of guy, when did you meet?"

“I even drew him this sketch, want to see."

“I suppose?" Mark countered uncertainly.

Jack proffered up the crumpled drawing of his father. The abs and muscles were far more defined than Mark's own and the sheath was highly detailed, but the features were unmistakeably...

“Me?"

“Yeah, you dd… Mark. I have been trying to find the right way to say this, but I want to be more than… family, I want to be more than … fuck buddies, I want, I want…"

“To be a partner" Mark finished the sentence slowly, as if testing the words in his mouth. "I never thought I would ever say these words in this way, but I want a partner too. Well, I guess specifically I should say I want you to be my boyfriend. There, it's out."

“So what happens now?" Jack asked speculatively.

“Well, we're going to have to re-do the chore roster for one thing." Mark sighed exaggeratedly, "but I do know one thing I want to change." The older fox said as he got up from the table.

“Oh yeah, what's that?" Jack asked, looking up at his father quizzically.

Mark lifted his son - no, his boyfriend - up off the chair and carried him to his room - no, their room. With a grunt, he heaved Jack onto the bed on his back and pounced on top of him.

“This room, This is our room now, OK? I want you to sleep with me here from now on. I don't want to come sneaking into your bed every morning. I don't care what anyone else thinks, I don't care if you snore. I want you here with me, tonight and forever, OK?"

“Ok... daddy" Jack looked up at his father cheekily, green eyes twinkling in the dark.

Mark growled playfully.

“You little shit, you're only allowed to say that when you're begging for my knot."

“Who's to say I am not begging right now?"

Mark growled again and slowly started taking Jack's clothes off. Unlike most of their previous encounters where the goal had been to get naked as quickly as possible, this time felt different, this time felt slower. Mark revelled in unbuttoning every button slowly, running his rough experienced tongue lightly over his young boyfriend's fur. He finally got down to the underwear and Jack's rapidly hardening sheath.

Jack arched his back and wagged happily at the attention, then his dad… er.. boyfriend did something unexpected. Mark cupped Jack's balls and plunged the younger fox's sheath into his muzzle with no hesitation. Jack moaned and squirmed at the overwhelming sensations of his father's tongue exploring his sensitive shaft. He grabbed the older canid's head and fondled his ears, threw his head back and moaned in pleasure at the treatment.

Satisfied with this reaction, Mark continued his ministrations. Faster and faster, more insistent, he bobbed up and down on Jack's cock. He held jack down with one strong paw as he suckled and massaged the young fox's cock with his tongue, rubbing his son's taint affectionately with the other paw.

Jack gasped “so… where's that knot you promised me… daddy?"

Unperturbed by the teasing mark redoubled his efforts.

“Oh fuck, oh, oh, I'm gonna."

“Mmmhmm" Mark agreed around his son's cock and pressed his boyfriend deep into the bed. Jack came explosively into Mark's muzzle, coating it with an unfamiliar taste but very familiar smell. The older fox swallowed without hesitation, sucking his so dry.

Jack's eyes were rolling into the back of his head, his chest heaving.

“Oh my god, that was… I've never…"

“Me neither" Mark retorted and kissed Jack sloppily on the muzzle, the taste and scent of his son's cum mixing with his own musk to make Jack's breath catch in his throat.

“This is your bed now, as much as it is mine, my love" Mark whispered into Jack's ear “now roll over."

Jack did so looking over his shoulder in confusion. “but why?"

“I promised you the knot, didn't I."

“Oh f…"

Jack's world exploded yet again as his overly sensitive prostate was pummelled into submission by his very worked-up father. True to his word Mark gave him the knot.

“Daddy" Jack whimpered as the older toddy tied with him for the second time that day. “I love you"

"I love you too" his father whispered in return as they both drifted off to sleep. Both safe and content at the start of their journey as a couple.