There are times when Daddies need to be punished. Omar is no exception and his punishment is long overdue. Will he take his punishment with dignity? There may still be some surprises left for Omar during his stay at Camp Wannakukka!
Son Swap - Part 10 is a 5,000-word short story and part 10 in a 10-part series.
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Excerpt
“Sit.”
I didn’t move right away. It might have been because Jimmy was the one who gave the order. He snapped at me, but it wasn’t the anger in his voice that made me hesitant. It wasn’t even hearing the little s—my son tell me what to do.
The thing that unnerved me was the glint in his eye. His lip curled upward slightly, almost like a sneer. Even the way his nostrils flared made me queasy.
At that moment, Jimmy reminded me of his grandfather.
“Hey!” Jimmy snapped, sounding pissed. “I’m not gonna tell you again!”
Ted—Jimmy’s new Daddy—put a hand on Jimmy’s shoulder before things got out of hand. “Here, let me,” he offered, speaking to Jimmy in a warm, gentle tone.
Jimmy backed away without another word. Ted took a step forward, maneuvering himself so that he stood between Jimmy and myself. I don’t know why Ted bothered. I wasn’t planning to attack Jimmy.
There was no point, seeing as all of the fight had gone out of me.
“Have a seat,” Ted suggested, gesturing with one hand toward a recliner behind me. “Please.”
I tried to look at Jimmy, to catch his eye, but Ted’s big frame blocked me. The man was massive, nothing but roided up muscles cut to perfection. I used to bug the hell out of Ted, wanting to know what sort of juice he used. At the time, I was convinced that the man was on something. He had to be, looking like that!
But, no, after all this time, it was painfully clear. Ted never used drugs to attain his physique. He didn’t have to. The man had been graced by good genes, just like he’d been graced with everything else—including a monster cock that could swat down helicopters.
His cock was the first one that Jimmy took. No matter what happened from here on out, my son’s pussy hole would remember. Jimmy’s cunt would know who first opened him up. He would always remember the magnificent cock that introduced him to man-on-man marathon fucking.
Life just wasn’t fair.
“Sure,” I replied, stepping back and lowering myself into the seat. “Here okay?”
Ted’s voice never lost its even, calm tone. “Just like that,” he said, nodding.
The twins stared. Neither one said a word. They were watching from their spot on the bed. Both of them had stripped off their clothes. They were sitting near the foot with a serious expression.
“Boys?” Ted asked next. “Mind if I join you?”
The twins each shook their heads at the same time, letting Ted know that they were cool with it. I waited, watching while Ted began stripping. He took off every stitch of clothing, starting with his shirt. It was still soaked in sweat. The same went for Ted’s shorts, which he left on the floor.
Ted raised back up, leaving his briefs on for a moment. They were tenting something fierce. I never knew that Ted was so well endowed before today. The man was a genetic freak of nature!
As for me, I was still dressed in a towel. We had come to Ted’s cabin from the picnic area. No one from the crowd followed us. It didn’t matter, though. I could still hear their voices, the laughter and the jeering.
It rang in my ears as Ted stripped off his underwear, the last piece of clothing he had on.
“C’mere, boys.” Ted motioned for the twins to approach. They were so well-behaved, unlike Jimmy. “Make a space for Daddy.”
The twins walked across the bed on their knees, spacing themselves apart as they did so to make room for Ted. He smiled, patting both on the head as he sat down. In return for that simple gesture, the twins stared up at Ted with adoration in their eyes.
How could I have neglected to do that to Jimmy all this time?
“My boys,” Ted began, his voice carrying an edge to it I had never heard before. It made me nervous. “They told me about the education you’ve been giving them.”