“Fuck you! You’re never even home anyway you old fuck!” He’s spewing insults as he dad grabs his wrist and drags him toward the bed room.

“Daddy…?” The youngest is hugging his stuffie, looking on with big eyes.

“Go to bed, kiddo. Me and your brother just need to have a talk yeah?” Dad reassures, shoving his oldest into his room and knocking him down on the bed. He locks the door behind him, already undoing his belt. “Last chance to turn it around, kid.”

“Fuck you!”

Yeah. Dad knows what he needs. He’s been busy lately, leaving the oldest in charge. He’s been handling the little one, the house, the damn dogs. He needs that control taken from him, beaten out of him if it has to be. Dad climbs ontop of him, pinning him down easily and sighing when his son spits at him. He slaps hard across the face, open handed and fast.

His son glares up at him. And he does it again. Finally he stops squirming against him. Let’s dad pull his shirt off over his head. Lets him get his jeans down and his legs spread. When he finally gets his cock inside him his son is a completely different person, biting the pillow and shaking, small sobs wracking his body.