The fifth grade teacher looked up at Noah, who sat fidgeting in his seat with his backpack. All of the other kids had already gone to lunch. She frowned and turned back to the note she was writing.
‘Dear Mr. Banks,’ it read. ‘We are sending your son home today because of his strange behavior. He has been restless and upset all day. His behavior lately has been of some concern to us; he regularly seems to go through periods of unease, although they are not usually as severe as today. If there is some sort of problem occurring at home, please let us know. If Noah needs any sort of counseling, the school guidance counselor and myself would be happy to help him. I understand that you are a single father. I know it must be difficult for you by yourself; if Noah needs a female role model, there are many of us here who would be glad to assist. We are always very interested in the welfare of our students. Please call in if Noah will need to miss a day of school because of his problems.’
“Alright Noah,” the teacher said out loud. She folded the note and taped it closed. “Take this to your father. You should still be able to catch the early bus if you go now.
Noah nodded silently and grabbed the note before shuffling out the door. The teacher frowned after him. She was very worried about the boy; suddenly, in the middle of class, he had started to cry. She was used to him being restless and withdrawn, but this was a little intense, even for him. She hoped that whatever was wrong with him, his father would help him sort it out.
The front door slammed shut and Noah’s father looked up from his desk, where he had been working. He frowned as he heard the familiar soft thump of Noah’s backpack hitting the floor, and his young son walked into the den. At barely eleven years old, Noah looked exactly like a miniature version of his father. Both had black, rumpled hair that always looked messy no matter how much they brushed it and large brown eyes, though Noah’s were a bit more wide and limpid than his father’s. Both were lean but not skinny, with medium skin tone that was not quite tan. Physically they were the same, but anyone around them could feel the obvious difference in the way they carried themselves; the powerful assurance of the father, and the shy diffidence of the son.
Noah stood in the middle of the den and stared down at the carpet, his hands clasped in front of him. With a sigh, his father turned to face him. “You couldn’t even last one day?” he asked. Noah shook his head, looking like he expected a blow. His father sighed.
“Take off your pants,” his father ordered.
Quickly, the boy dropped his pants to the floor and stepped out of them, then peeled off his boxer shorts as well. He stood in the center of the room, naked from the waist down. His nudity revealed both the cord that snaked out from his anus, leading to a battery back that was strapped to the inside of his thigh, and the fearsome-looking cage of stainless steel bars that surrounded his small penis, padlocked to the large metal ring that encircled his balls. The child grabbed his own arms forcefully, as though to prevent himself from touching anything.
Noah’s father walked around his son and knelt behind him. With practiced hands he spread the boy’s buttocks and reached in with thumb and forefinger. Slowly he withdrew a vibrating phallus, smaller than a real human’s but not by much. The boy made a soft whimpering noise as it popped out of his anus and lay gently shaking in his father’s hands.
“I guess the vibrating one was too much for you,” his father said. He stood up and sat on the couch next to where his son was standing. He turned the vibrator off and let it fall to the carpet, still tied to the boy by the battery pack strapped to his thigh. “Maybe we should go back to the regular ones, and we’ll start by working on the size aspect first, hm? You could get a new, bigger one every week. Maybe eventually you could walk around with one as big as Papa’s.”
Again, Noah let out the soft whimpering sound. “But Papa’s is so big,” he whispered.
His father smiled. Then he noticed the piece of paper clutched in Noah’s hand. “What’s that?” he asked. Noah handed it to him. He opened the note and scanned it quickly, reading the teacher’s words. He smirked slightly and nodded. “I see it really was too much for you. Well, what do you want me to do about it?”
Noah stared at his father’s knees, a blush creeping over his face. “Papa,” he whispered, “I need to come.”
Noah’s papa smiled and unzipped his fly, pulling out his impressive length. “If you suck Papa off,” he said, “I’ll go get your key. How’s that?”
Noah nodded and waited while his father scooted forward so that his hips were at the very edge of the couch. Noah knelt between his father’s legs and took the man’s penis into his mouth, slipping it past his thin, pink lips with the ease of long practice. His father leaned back, stretching his arms along the back of the couch, and watched as his son fellated him.
The boy started with the head, swirling his tongue around it before popping the head into his mouth and sucking. He repeated his a few times, getting himself used to the size of his father’s enormous cock, as he always had to. Such a large member usually took a lot of courage-building on Noah’s part before he could bring himself to do much.
Noah released the head from his mouth and began to lick up and down the sides of the shaft. He put one small hand on the head and rubbed it with his thumb as his mouth descended to the base of his father’s shaft to take one of the large balls into the sweet wet cavern. He sucked on the testicle like candy, slathering it with his tongue, before moving over and doing the same to the other one.
Finally he moved both hands to his father’s balls and took the penis head back into his mouth. He took a few deep breaths through his nose, relaxed his throat, and took as much of his father’s length into himself as he could. His father had taught him how to deep-throat, but the man’s penis was simply so large when erect that, though Noah could get four inches of the thing down his throat, he was still swallowing less than half.
He kept what he could in his mouth while he massaged his father’s balls with small fingers. His father reached down from the couch with one hand and patted his cheek. “Hum,” he commanded.
Obediently, Noah hummed around the penis, going through all the theme songs of his favorite TV shows. He could tell by the small twitches as his father forcefully stopped himself from bucking his hips upward that Papa was about to come. He wondered whether he would have to swallow it today.
Suddenly he felt his father’s hands in his hair and his question was answered. His father dug his fingers roughly into the tousled black locks and pulled Noah’s head sharply backward, yanking his penis out of the boy’s throat so fast that Noah gagged. Even as he was choking, he clenched his eyes shut, knowing what was coming. His father’s thick seed began to spurt forth, each pulse hitting his face and dripping down his skin. Some of it squirted into his still open mouth, and he tasted the familiar, bitter saltiness. Papa’s cock and balls were so enormous that he always had a lot of cum, and it was soon coating every inch of Noah’s face. He could feel the sticky stuff on his cheeks and forehead, dripping down his chin and neck, sticking in his hair. His own groin, painfully stifled, throbbed in anticipation now that he was done with his task.
His father sat on the couch for a few moments while his breathing returned to normal, then smiled and petted his son’s hair. “Get on all fours,” he said hoarsely. Noah quickly knelt down on the carpet like a dog, his legs splayed a little further apart than necessary.
His father leaned forward, still seated on the couch, and grabbed the vibrator up from the carpet. He turned it on with a casual flick and nonchalantly slid it back into his son’s ass in one, smooth movement. The boy’s anus had accommodated the toy all day, so it parted easily to fit the buzzing length, swallowing it up greedily. The boy cried out as the stimulating vibration unexpectedly returned. “Papa,” he groaned. His papa smiled and patted his butt.
“Wait here,” he said. “Don’t move an inch from that position. If I find that you’ve taken the toy out or wiped the cum off your face, I won’t unlock you.” With that he stood and strode out of the room to retrieve the hidden key. Noah waited painfully on all fours, the vibrating dildo just as tantalizing now, after his short break from it, as it had been when his father had placed it inside him that morning. At least, he reflected, it wasn’t as bad as having to sit at his school desk with the thing throbbing inside him, trying to concentrate on his work as his penis cried out in frustration because he could not grow hard. It had been agony to sit like that all day; thank goodness the teacher had let him go home at lunch. He would never have made it three and a half more hours.
The worst part had been the bus rides to school and back home. Every jolt of the rickety vehicle had slammed the thing into him, pounding his ass with the toy the way Papa did with his cock. When the bus had stopped back at his house in the afternoon he had nearly fallen off the stairs as he exited, his legs were so weak.
Thinking about it was only making it worse, and Noah clenched his teeth down on his bottom lip to stifle a cry. He could taste his father’s cum on his lips, felt it starting to crust on his face. Sometimes his father refused to let him wash all day, especially if it was a weekend where they spent the entire day at home. By the evening, Noah’s whole body would be covered in thick, crusted cum. Often it coated the inside of his thighs so thickly that it cracked apart when he started to walk.
Noah’s thoughts ceased as he heard the returning footsteps of his father. He continued to stare straight ahead as his father reached under him and unlocked the little padlock, taking the chastity cage off of him. Noah was immediately and painfully hard. He whimpered as his father walked through his field of vision and sat back down on the couch. “Touch yourself,” his father commanded.
Noah groaned and reached down, fingering his own small penis. He stroked it hard, but his fingers were trembling from exhaustion and over-stimulation. His penis seemed to refuse to believe that it had been freed, and the vibrating length buried inside him was too distracting.
Finally, after far longer than he would have thought, Noah felt himself nearing orgasm. He was a bit embarrassed by how long he had been stroking himself in front of his father. He heard the man chuckle on the couch.
“Looks like little Noah can’t come without his Papa,” he said. He stood and reached down, grabbing Noah. Noah cried out as his orgasm was once again foiled as his father withdrew Noah’s hands from his penis. His father lifted him up and tossed him on his stomach over the arm of the couch. He felt the vibrator drawn out of him once more and turned off before the large head of his father’s penis popped painfully inside his anus.
His father was never gradual, and a second thrust sheathed six inches of the enormous cock inside him. The thick length burned as it was teasingly drawn back out of him, then slammed forward again so hard that Noah’s papa was pressed balls-deep inside him. Noah could feel the pubic hair tickling his buttocks. He cried out and dug his fingers into the fabric of the couch as the fast, deep thrusts continued, ramming into him with the speed and fury of a jack-hammer, as brutal and almost as large.
It was only about five thrusts in when Noah came against the couch, but his father continued to slam his penis into the boy’s anus, pounding the long, thick cock into him over and over, laughing breathlessly as his son’s asshole swallowed the painful length each time.
Tears were streaming down Noah’s face when his father finally finished. He felt the hot cum shoot into him, filling him up, and knew that his father wouldn’t let him put his pants back on until it had all dripped out of him and down his thighs. Unless, of course, his father plugged him with something. That might happen too.
“There’s lunch for you in the refrigerator,” Noah’s father said as he pulled out and tucked his penis back into his pants, zipping himself up. “I’m going to call your teacher and tell her that you need the day off tomorrow to ‘work on your problems.’ If we’re going back to using a regular dildo inside you while you’re at school, then I want you to practice all day tomorrow with the vibrator. In fact, let me put it back in you now. We can plug up your ass so it stays full until I come in it again. Why don’t we see if we can get a splash effect going by tomorrow, hm? See how much cum we can keep in you at once?”
“Yes sir,” Noah said meekly. “Can I wear my regular one overnight? Or do I have to keep this in?”
Noah’s father thought about it as he switched the vibrator back on yet again and plunged it into his son’s distended anus. “We might need to get you a strap to hold this in,” he muttered, “or maybe just use a bigger one.” Then, answering his son’s question, “I suppose you can wear the regular one overnight, just so you can sleep. But after you take this one out in the evening, wait a bit before you put in the other one. I want to fuck you one more time before you go to bed.”