The Vacation House Ch. 05

I continued to slam my face down into his course hairs. The massive spear rammed down my throat as far as I could make it go and then I would pull my head back and allow my tongue to run the entire length of his throbbing dick.

The shear volume of spit that had escaped my lips dripped down Dad's pubic area and was glistening on his large inflated ball sack. I rammed my face downward again, choked, gagged drooled some more but loved every single spasm and contraction of my throat around his burning hot meat.

The crunch of the loose gravel under the Pick-Up tires came to an abrupt halt. The gear was forced into place by Dad's huge paw. We were home, our new home, his and mine. No longer a place to be considered a get away vacation spot but OUR home.

I could feel his over-sized hands placed on each side of my head as he gently lifted me away from the object that I had become so single minded obsessed with. It slipped from my open mouth as it banged good and hard against the steering wheel.

"Huh", I could not have come up with anything other than this mindless response to the sudden loss of his dick from my mouth.

"Robbie, c'mon we have to get the truck unpacked and get things squared away. We have lot's of work to do to make this place inhabitable for the long haul. Gotta get down to brass tacks kiddo. Gotta figure out what we really need and what can wait since money is gonna be a little tricky from now on."

My breathing was heavy and labored. I look up into Dad's dark eyes, they stare back at me and there is no way of hiding the little bit of a devilish smirk that creeps across his face.

"But, but, but what about this? Can't we finish up here before going in?"

I was on this path and was not willing to get away from the excitement that we are sharing even now that we have arrived.

"I'll tell you what kiddo, you will keep that thing up your behind and we can call it a night for the rest of this stuff, OK?"

I was shocked, I have so much pent up tension and sexual excitement in me that I am just about to go out of my mind.

"NO, it's not OK. I am gonna rupture something if we don't keep this up. It's not like I have had the chance to just get it out of my system Dad, I have been thinking, dreaming and fantasizing about this for so long that it just has to happen. I think I will just die if it doesn't."

The loud smack and the sudden shock of pain that shot through my body as Dad's huge paw spanks my nylon shorts clad backside. It is surprising but so hot that it just makes things even worse for me.

"You can't just leave me hanging like this Dad, you can't be some sort of tease and just walk away thinking that it will all just go away."

I am talking nonsense but it is exactly how I feel. I am almost angry at the same time as being turned on that I would hump a tree if I were not afraid of getting splinters.

"So Robbie, what do you propose we do about all of this? Don't pull punches, just spit it out. It's clear that you have put a lot of thought and effort into what you think is going to happen. Well, why don't you let me in on this little play you have created in your head."

I sit up, a sudden double stab of delightful discomfort from the large welt created by Dad's spank and the hard White Owl tube that is still up my butt.

"OK, you want to know Dad? Well, I am just gonna put it out there, take it for what it's worth. These are the things that are building up in me. I have to get them out or something is gonna explode and that just might be the end of me for good."

Dad's chuckle torments me and prods me into hitting him full force with the thoughts that are just coming up from my stomach and shooting out of my mouth in word form.

"I want you to take me Dad. Take me and use me like you would some little slut bitch. I want you to shove that monster dick of yours into me. I want it down my throat, I want it rammed up my butt, I want to service you like no one has ever serviced you before... Dad, I want you to RAPE the hell out of me, a lot... I want you to stretch me out and whoop my ass, make it hurt as much as you can.. I want,,,," I stopped for a second to take a breath and realized the shocked look on his face.

Holy shit, had I just said all of that? OUT-LOUD? Oh my god, he is gonna think I am some sort of sex crazed sicko. Hell, I am a sex crazed sicko! But he was my Dad, yeah my Dad and the most beautiful, sexy thing that has ever walked the earth. I want him and he is right here next to me. I just have to figure out how to get what I want without getting myself thrown out on the streets and disowned for being some psychotic whackadoo.

Dad's right hand reaches to retrieve the keys from the ignition. I hear the cranking of the parking break as he pushes it into the locked position. His eyes burning into mine.

What the hell was he thinking about? Was he going to kick the shit out of me and toss me out? Was he going to tell me that I could not stay with him here? WHAT?

"Common Robbie, let's take this inside and discuss this in a some privacy. You know, the Squirrels and Dear out here are not really able to keep a secret.

I pull my head back and reach for the cooler chest. It's filled with the Pony Beer's, Iced Tea and Sandwiches that I had packed back in Rhode Island... God, Rhode Island, it seems a million miles away and years ago.

Dad opens the drivers door as he grabs the old wrinkled paper bag containing our clean cloths. They are the only things to wear until we drive up to Brattleboro and do some shopping.

The door closes, he does not slam the door but closes it normal like. OK, he is not mad, or is he and he is just trying to keep his temper under control. Damn it, why couldn't I have waited a bit. With the whole divorce issue, moving, new job, my changing Universities, hell he has enough crap thrown at him to cause any lesser person to go off the deep end.

I step out of the passenger side, feeling the loose gravel under my boots. Dad comes around the truck and reaches out to gently close the door for me... My hands are pretty full so I am happy for his assistance.

Maybe he is OK with what I just blurted out. Who knows, maybe he will sleep on it and just forget about the whole thing in the morning.

His strong arm is now wrapping around my shoulder. His huge rugged hand firmly grips my shoulder. I feel him guiding me toward the front door of the Vacation House, well home that is.

My feet move instinctively over the gravel until we come to the concrete pad below the door sill.

Dad lets his hand release my shoulder and his arm moves down my back. The light brush of his calloused fingers over my back side reminds me of the tube that is still planted deeply in my rear. I feel my dick twitch and begin to swell again. My knee's getting a little weak.

The jingle of the keys, a click and the entrance to the living room is now open before us. Dad does not say a word, not a sound. He brushes the back of my thinly clad backside again until his hand was once again is firmly gripping my shoulder. He guides me into the living room and then into the dimly lit kitchen.

I place the cooler chest and the radio on the counter, Dad in turn places the bag of clean cloths along side them.

I feel pressure as his grip on my shoulder increases. He turns me so that I now face him. This weird feeling of his powerful control over me makes me acutely aware that I have popped one hell of a boner. It sticks straight out between the two of us. The very tip of the fabric covered dick in my shorts just brushing below Dad's belly button. My being a bit taller thank Dad but far less in size mass, I just don't feel larger than him. In fact I feel smaller, even younger than I am.

"You know what you are asking kiddo? You know, what you said back in the truck? Do you actually realize what those words and actions really mean?" His voice was calm and deliberate, not angry or forced."

I hold my breath for a moment, let the words roll over in my mind. Over and over and over again. I feel his grip on my shoulder release as he slides his hand down my back. I arch and feel the pressure of the White Owl tube as it slips a little bit out of my hole. Now pressing against the inside of my under-wear.

"Yeah, I understand what I said Dad, meant every single word of it and then some. I am burning up inside and I don't know what I will do if I can't get it out"

Dad's powerful hand grabs the underside of my butt cheeks. He squeezes hard, releases and then smacks my ass with all of his might.

My head drops back, my mouth agape and I close my eyes. I feel the fantastic sensation of electric pain and hot pressure in my bowels spread throughout my body.

"SMACK"

I am suddenly spun around and slammed chest down onto the long scrubbed wood dining table that Dad and I had built many years ago.

Dad's hand pushes downward on the area between my shoulder blades, then and moves up and presses the right side of my face firmly against the surface of the table.

"STAY!"

I dare not move.

Left in this very prone position, I sense that Dad has backed away from his hold over me. I barely breath for fear of disobeying his order.

I first hear the refrigerator door being opened and then closed. A small clunk of something being placed on the counter. The junk drawer then pulled open with its very distinctive sound. There was no other sound like that junk drawer. All manners of odds and ends find their way into this catch all. I can hear the rummaging of items and a loud clunk as something heavy is placed on the counter.

His hands are now at the waist band of my nylon shorts, causing me to jump. I feel his strong hand forcing the side of my face downward onto the surface of the table.

I stare out the back window as I lay in this forced prone position. Outside the window is a fantastic view of the Connecticut River, the railroad track that runs along it's banks and then the beautiful sloping landscape of the farms that lay directly across the river. Those ideal looking New Hampshire farms.

The rush of cool air that brushes along my now naked backside as my shorts and boxer briefs are being roughly yanked down and off of me. The big old work boot that presses against my own boot covered foot tells me to step out of my clothing, and then with a few well placed kicks to my instep, I spread my legs far apart. A good 3 feet between my feet and I feel my exposed ass to the air and an inside pressure begins to slowly force the Cigar Tube to begin a slow and then quickening expulsion from my insides.

Just as it is about to pop out, and just the very end of the hard plastic tube still spreading my ass hole, it is pulled out and followed by a sudden and embarrassing release of gas... I squint my eyes, hold my breath and die a thousand deaths in my head at this bodily function.

The sounds behind me are unusual and I can not for the life of me figure out what they were. I strain my senses in an attempt to discern what was going on. I am in such a prone and open position yet at the same time, I realize that my dick has grown to it's full size. It swings back and forth along with my nut sack, all in time to my breathing.

The cool and silky sensation that spreads up the crack of my ass is stimulating and very much appreciated. The lips of my ass-hole, a bit swollen and sensitive from the tube and finger invasion that had occurred back in the Pick-Up. It feels good, really good and the tingles runs from my hole, down my taint and causes my balls in my distended sack to pull up a bit toward my crotch.

The force of a couple of big, calloused greased fingers being shoved into my hole gets me all up on my toe tips.. This is wonderful, my dreams are coming to be reality. I shiver with anticipation as the fingers are withdrawn abruptly only to be more forcefully replaced by another finger and a large glob more of the cool greasy substance.

The insertion, withdrawal, insertion, slamming, pulling, slamming abuse of my ass-hole continues in near silence for what seems an hour. Another glob of cool smoothness is placed onto the lips of my hole but no fingers were inserted this time. I can now hear what ever that heavy object is being sorta dragged from the counter top.

The pressure against my waiting ass-hole is larger and harder than anything that I had imagined in my multiple jerk-off sessions. There were bunches of them over the past month as I found myself whacking myself off when ever I got the chance to. I was walking around in a perpetual state of hard-on.

The pressure begins in earnest now as I feel the oddly shaped object pressing mightily against my inviting hole. It is obviously very heavy and the end was flat. This does not make it easy going getting into my hole. Everything else that had been pushed up me before had had a tapered end.. No, this is not tapered at all, it is flat, hard and really big around.

I feel my Dad's hand now pressing firmly against the middle of my back. He is leaning over me. He bends even further over my back until I feel his course whiskers rub along side the upturned side of my face. His whiskers press hard into my jaw and cheek and then I am seeing brilliant white light as the splitting pain in my ass rips through me like a knife.

The blunt ended object is pushed well into the inside of my ass, seemingly ripping its way against the tender walls of my hole. Further and further and more painfully the object buries itself into me. It just keeps moving in one direction, inward. It seems to become a little less wide as it tapers it's length but the very thick blunt end continues it's pressure and pain filled route into my bowels.

The feeling of having to shit becomes almost overwhelming but the onslaught of the very heavy object in my ass continues, it is just relentless.

Dad's whiskers move across my jaw line as I can smell his cigar smoke tinged breath burn into my senses. His lips touch the side of my mouth. They are so gently and soft in comparison to the stubble that covers his face and the massive, very heavy object that is violating my insides.

I kiss back and let out a little moan, almost a plea kind of sound... Not a plea to stop, hell no, it is more a whimper for more, for this attack to continue. I can not control what is ultimately going to happen but I have these feelings, desires to have this go on forever.

"PLEASE, please rape me." I whimper.

The extreme jab of the invading object comes to a halt. I am impaled but good. I can feel the blunt cold metal end of one side of the objects sharp cold metal claw like protrusions as it is pressed into my hockey created muscular bubble butt cheeks.

A hammer, I am being plowed with the handle of Dad's hammer. I can now see it in my mind's eye. The dimpled hard rubber covering over the wide then tapered long shaft of the hammers handle. The worn dark grey cold steel metal head and nail claw ends of the hammer head, ripping into the taught flesh of my lightly fuzz covered exposed butt cheeks.

Dad slides his hand down from the small of my back and begins to massage my exposed cheeks. They are being parted by his well worn and now expertly used building tool. His short nails scraping the flesh and light golden hairs that cover my ass cheeks.

He stands up behind me and I can feel his hands leaving my flesh. The hammer firmly buried to the hilt in my hole, it is not going anywhere soon. It feels as if it is mounted in cement. The pain caused by its ripping invasion and the pressure against my insides and the feeling of having to expel everything from inside of me causes my balls to pull up even more.. They feel like two avocado seeds inside a tight and UN-inflated balloon.

The familiar sound of Dad's belt buckle being undone comes to my ears. The excitement runs right to my brain. I fell all tingly, my finger tips, my toes right down to the downy hairs on the back of my neck.

The leather is pulled quickly from the heavy work pants, rubbing each loop as it is pulled free from around his hips.

I hear this scary snap of leather as Dad walks over to the side of the scrubbed wood table. Holding between both of his hands he has his old worn leather work belt doubled up. He holds the buckle end with his right hand and the curved end with his left hand. He pushes his hands toward each other, causing the belt to make an elliptical shape of air framed by the leather..

"SNAP" His hands are pulled very quickly apart, causing the top and the bottom of the belt to snap together with a deafening sound of leather against leather.

The smirk that crosses Dad's face sends a chill up my spine and my sphincter tightens up hard against the hammer that is still rammed up my ass.

I feel my legs begin to shake, part of it is from fear, the other part from extreme anticipation.

He walks deliberately back out of my sight line and I once again gaze out over the picturesque vista outside. The light is getting dimmer and the tension in the air more palpable.

"WHACK!" the pain that shoots through me is excruciating.

"WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK"

The cadence of blows, like a drum beating my ass is a very painful assault and I fixated on the brutal beating that is being administered to my exposed butt.

The spasms of my ass-hole against the shaft of the hammer begin to become more insistent and more violent. The heat that buils up in my now completely pulled up balls burns and then gushes out of the end of my rock hard dick... Shooting burst after splattering burst of fiery liquid upon the floor between my spread legs.

The belt hits me one last time against my burning ass. The heavy hammer is pushed even deeper into my hole as the claw end rips into the severely beaten flesh of my backside.

The ripping withdrawal of the hammer from my ass-hole leaves me with the overwhelming feeling of having to relieve my bowels and quickly. I stand up as fast as I can and run down the hallway toward the guest bathroom. Knowing that I may not make it in time, I hold myself as tightly as possible, squeezing with all my might as I get my burning butt cheeks firmly planted on the cool seat of the toilet.

I drop my head, tears begin to burn my eyes. I squint them closed as a tear is pushed out from between each of the lids. They trail down my cheeks, dripping off my jaw and landing on my bare naked thighs.

I quiver and shake as the release of tension washes over me. I sit there shivering like a child on a freezing cold day.

The sound of water from the shower head in the master bathroom gives me goose bumps up and down my legs and arms.

As I look up, the silhouette before me stands leaning in the doorway. One hand on it's hip, the other holding what looks like a looped belt. The light behind the figure makes it nearly impossible to see the strong features that I know are present. The large hair covered chest, the massive muscular thighs straining beneath the tan fabric of the dirty work pants.