father.

He does think it’s weird dad only brought one big sleeping bag.

“Kid, we’re men. It’s fine. Me and your brother share all the time.”

That shuts him up. He doesn’t want to complain, doesn’t want dad to regret bringing him instead.

But then dad’s hands are sliding under his shirt and down his underwear. He squirms and whines when dad presses a finger inside him.

“Dad…what are you doing?”

“Shhhh. Me and your brother do this all the time too.” He starts sweet, cooing comforts. But as his son struggles more he gets rougher, pins him face down and slams his cock inside him. “Quit it you brat! Your brother doesn’t fucking whine like this, he’s a good boy. He takes dad’s cock and he doesn’t complain. Maybe I should’ve brought him instead.”

That gets him to stop fighting so much. He starts to go limp. He doesn’t want his dad to favor his big brother, he can do all the things he can! He can, really! It still hurts, and he’s still crying, but he’s not struggling anymore. He spreads his legs wider, whimpering at the burn inside him.

Just need your Dada’s fat cock abusing your tight hole, rough fingers forcing your jaw open to let out all those pathetic noises you save just for your old man. And you’d take it so well, just like the good boy I raised you to be.

-Father