Drilled by Daddy (M/m Military Taboo Sex Erotica)
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After getting stranded at the police station, Ben calls his ex-stepfather, Hank. A retired drill sergeant, Hank's quite concerned about the dangerous lack of discipline Ben is showing and knows just what he needs. More
College sophomore Ben has idolized and lusted after his ex-step-father—and retired drill sergeant—Hank for years. When he needs Hank to rescue him from the police station one early morning, he's prepared for disappointment and yelling. What he isn't prepared for is Hank to decide that he's in desperate need of discipline.
Getting dragged out to Hank's country cabin doesn't seem so bad and Ben's eager to win back his respect. However, he isn't expecting just how personal Hank's discipline can get. It's one lesson this college boy is going to relish.
Content: This taboo gay erotica includes spanking, bondage, exhibitionism on the farm, explicit depictions of oral sex, intense deep-throating, and bareback anal sex, and some good old-fashioned discipline.
Drilled by Daddy is 5,000+ words long.
“So what is it you want me to do?” I asked, following behind Hank as he headed out toward the pasture. “Shovel out stalls in the barn? Chop wood?”
My mouth went dry and I felt my cock jump in my jeans. I'd been spending too much time fantasizing about stupid, impossible things and now my mind was trying to turn every conversation into porn. Either I had misheard him or I was wildly misinterpreting what he meant.
“What?” It wasn't the most intelligent question I could ask, but it was the easiest.
Hank turned toward me and his eyes moved up and down my body like they were touching me. There was a little bit of a smirk pulling up one corner of his mouth when his eyes settled on my crotch, which did little to keep my arousal in check. Fuck. I bit my tongue hard to try to fight it. There had been times when I was a teenager that my attraction to him had been far too obvious, but I was a grown man. I didn't have to pop wood just because another man looked at me.
He slapped a hand down on the white painted wood that fenced off the pasture. “Open up your jeans and bend over the fence. If you're going to risk your life and freedom over stupid boys, then I'm gonna try beating some sense into your ass.”
I laughed a little breathlessly and took half a step backwards. “Okay, Hank, real funny. Now seriously, what do you want?”
Hank grabbed hold of my shirt and shoved me over the fence. I was panicked, though possibly not for the reason he thought. I had absolutely no complaints about being spanked, especially not by my incredibly sexy ex-step-father. My real concern was the raging hard on in my jeans and the epic case of blue balls I was sure to be left with. There would be no hiding the state I was left in.
One of his hands moved under my body to pop open the button on my jeans and then I felt his fingers slide down over the denim. I bit my bottom lip, fighting back a groan when he gripped my straining cock. He pressed closer behind me as his hand slowly stroked me through my jeans. The hard heat at my ass made it clear he was as aroused as I was and the fabric separating us didn't matter one bit. I pushed back against him, working my ass to his cock like the hungry bottom slut he turned me into in my fantasies.