Dad's Favorite Punishment
#1 of Flights of Fancy
This is another fantasy of mine I would like to see more often.
It was a hot summer day, and Terry and Ben were trying their damnedest to stay cool. The horse brothers had turned on all the fans in the house, turned off all the lights and closed all the blinds, which made the situation slightly more bearable, but it was still hot as hell. Ben was laying on the couch, shirt unbuttoned and sweat on his chest and face. Terry sat in a chair, but was still wearing a shirt. Terry was finishing the last of his beer when Ben said "dad's gonna kill you, you know, that was the last beer".
"Oh what's he gonna do to me?" Terry responded sarcastically, "there's nothing he could do that could shock me anymore"
As he said that, he heard Henry, his father, clear his throat behind him "oh is that right, boy?" Terry's eyes went wide as he turned around "oh fuck! Umm...hi dad...h-how long have you been-" "long enough for you two to earn a trip downstairs" his father interrupted him. They sighed and followed him down to the re-purposed basement.
The basement was completely stocked with any kind of BDSM implement imaginable, but the main piece was one that Henry had constructed himself and gotten the most...usage out of: a beam of leather chained to the ceiling with two pairs of leather straps designed for an unusual but effective method of restraining.
Henry took a seat in a borderline-throne he also built for himself "dad's ego knows no bounds" Ben thought to himself, and the two brothers stood before him, like a sadistic king and his playthings. "Alright boys, you may begin" their father commanded.
Ben and Terry looked at each other and immediately started making out with each other. They kissed passionately as their hands roamed all over each others' bodies, Ben's finding their way to his brother's plump rear end, while Terry was occupying his with Ben's chest and nipples, all while their tongues and mouths wrestled with each other. Henry was enjoying every second of it.
Henry had enough waiting and stood up, his bulge clearly visible. The brothers ended their kiss and came over to their father, who began working on Terry's shirt. He always got a thrill from undressing his own sons this way, and unbuttoning Terry's sweat-stained shirt was very much turning him on. The shirt was discarded as soon as its owner's chest and stomach were exposed, Henry giving him a deep kiss.
Ben started to unbutton his brother's shorts and Terry did the same in return. Neither one decided to wear underwear today, and neither did Henry. The brothers worked together at disrobing their father, stopping only when Henry's middle-aged but still sexy musclegut was revealed. His pants came off and he stepped out of them, all of them completely naked now and all of them completely hard.
After giving them both deep kisses, they started kissing and licking down his neck, stopping at his thick, brown nipples and giving them tongue-baths and sucking on them. Henry moaned out as he squeezed both of their asses, "oh fuck boys, you're gonna make me spew right here..." Ben kissed his father's belly as Terry kissed his father's lips, Henry leading both of them toward the leather beam.
They were strapped in, back to back, their asses squished together, a feeling they absolutely loved, their rock-hard cocks throbbing as they ground against each other. Henry watched them and chuckled to himself "my sons are such sluts. Makes me proud." he gripped both of their erections and began stroking them simultaneously, which was another feeling they loved.
They moaned and writhed in their fathers' grasp on their dicks, both tips oozing precum and even Henry's cock was starting to leak the clear fluid. It wouldn't be long now...
...and indeed it wasn't. It only took three long strokes for Ben and Terry to start shooting cum out like bottle rockets. Long streams of white, hot, thick horsecum erupted from both twitching, aching cocks. It only took two strokes of Henry's thicker horsecock to release it's seed, painting his sons in the stuff that made them.
After five minutes of pure ecstasy, Henry let them off and kissed his sons. "Now next time, don't take the last beer" he chuckled "oh, don't worry about that. You know I always will", smirked Terry to Ben.