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The following story is fiction; just a fantasy.  It contains M/M activities including role/age playing, spanking, shaving, and sex.  If such subjects are offensive or uninteresting to you or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please stop reading now.  Remember that real people, unlike fictional characters, do need to worry about STDs; please be careful in your real life.

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There is a straight version of this story at: Brenda Finds a DadThe changes are absolutely minimal.

Brandon Finds a Dad


Brandon was a middle-aged middle-level management executive for a large conglomerate; if the conglomerate had not owned the firm, he would have been a high ranking officer.  At work he was always in control of every situation.  Everyone, both above and below him, respected and admired his professional business skills and the total control he exhibited at work.  One and all assumed that his personal life was similar – that he was always in charge.  Then there were major changes due to mergers and acquisition and Brandon found that his empire had shrunk due to the miracle of corporate downsizing. The changes were far beyond Brandon's powers to predict or influence much less control.  Nevertheless Brandon felt that he was at fault and had failed although that was not the case at all.   He felt like a schoolboy who, rather than achieving his customary A's, had suddenly flunked with a batch of B's and still had to face a very strict and exceedingly demanding father to sign his report card.  A father who did not think a woodshed was just a place for storing wood.

It was the end of the week and, despondently, Brandon was sitting alone in his local bar trying to drown his sorrows when he met Kyle.  Kyle was half of Brandon's age but a foot taller with broad shoulders.  Because of their relative size and Kyle's weathered face one might, at a quick glance, take them for father and son.  If one hadn't known that Kyle resembled Brandon's own father one would also have been surprised that Brandon also thought so (although in a slightly different way).

The two men sat together for a long time with Brandon both drinking and talking far to much.  After a while Kyle was able to get Brandon to leave with him and go to his home.  The evening with Kyle had made Brandon feel very good as Kyle was very sympathetic.  Although Kyle had a good job, he had never been in the position where he had been in charge at work; over the years his foremen had made all the decisions.  He yearned to be in charge at work but knew that it was not in the cards.  Yet, tonight, this older man had been looking for advice and support just like a boy does with his father.  Several times during the evening Brandon stated that he felt like a naughty boy and had mistakenly called Kyle "Father".  As they walked home, Kyle realized how Brandon followed (just like a small boy) every instruction he was given.  Kyle decided to take it to the limit.

As they went in, Kyle picked up his mail and, once inside his apartment, opened one letter at random.  Although it was actually an advertisement, Kyle pretended that it was something else.  He dropped the rest of the mail on the table and, waving the ad, spoke harshly: "BRANDON CHESTER JONES do you know what this is!  It is a letter from your principal stating that you have been tardy five times and TOTALLY ABSENT for four school days in the last three weeks.  What do you have to say for yourself?  You certainly did not think you could get away this, BOY!"

Brandon was transformed as if by a spell.  This was exactly the way his father had spoken to him when he was an errant schoolboy and between the despondency and the alcohol he reacted as he had when he was twelve.  "Er, er."© YLeeCoyote

"And what happens to naughty boys?" demanded Kyle continuing the aggressive role he had assumed.

"They get spanked, Dad."

Kyle started to strip the older man as if he was his teenaged son.  He pulled off the tie and undid the shirt; he tossed them on the couch.  "Take off your shoes, boy." Kyle commanded and Brandon complied.  As he pulled the boy in front of him Kyle sat down on the couch and took off the boy's belt and undid his trousers.  They slipped to the floor and, without any further instructions, the boy stepped out of them.  He then lowered the boy's briefs and again, unbidden, the boy stepped out of them so that he was naked except for his socks.  Kyle paused to examine the body in front of him.  Brandon was certainly not an athlete nor did he exercise much, so his musculature did not show.  Except for the thick pubic bush he could have passed for a undeveloped youth.

Kyle gave a gentle tug and Brandon fell over his lap like he was half Kyle's age rather than double it.  Kyle admired the unmarked buns that were his to spank.  He thought of several men that he would have loved to have spanked, paddled and even whipped in the past.  There was that HS geography teacher and several foremen from past jobs that had given him hard times.  Brandon would now pay the price for their crimes against Kyle.  He raised his hand and brought it down hard on the waiting and unprotected ass.  A bright red hand print appeared almost instantly accompanied by a howl from the naughty boy.  With a reflexive action the boy's hand reached back to try to protect the target.  "That's a no-no boy." Kyle snapped as he picked up the handy tie and quickly bound the unresisting boy's wrists together.  Again and again the hand raised up and again came down hard on the defenseless target.  Brandon's bottom turned bright red and he was on the verge of crying.

Kyle picked up Brandon's own leather belt and folded it double.  Just ten hard blows with that and Brandon was bawling like a real boy.  A few more and Brandon was making little boy promises to be good and that he had learnt his lesson.  Of course, he was also begging for the spanking to end.  Soon thereafter Kyle stopped and lifted the boy off his lap getting him on his knees in front of him.  Through his tear filled eyes Brandon could see Kyle's cock straining against his trousers.  Kyle quickly opened his pants and pulled his shorts down.  His shaft pointed directly at Brandon who opened his mouth and leaned forward to engulf the hard shaft.  Normally, Kyle forcefully controlled how he was sucked, but not tonight.  Brandon was obviously an expert and Kyle was very excited from having so much control.  His explosive climax would have drowned Brandon had he not pulled out and shot over the boy's face instead.

That night they slept like a pair of spoons with Brandon feeling like a boy in the strong arms of his mentor.  All through the night Kyle's hard rod pressed against the hot, well spanked butt of Brandon.  In the morning, Kyle told Brandon that he was going to be 'his boy'.  Still half asleep, Brandon muttered back: "Yes, daddy; I'm your little boy.  Please don't spank me again; I'll be good; I promise."  Kyle was very pleased to hear this and knew that Brandon was becoming his boy.  He reached into the night stand and got several things.  Then, with practiced ease he rolled a condom onto his extra hard ramrod, spread some lube on it and on the hole he was about to invade.  Placing Brandon on his back and raising his legs Kyle pressed his shaft at the entry way and pressed forward.  Brandon did not resist but welcomed the penetration so that Kyle was soon fully buried in Brandon.  Both of them were happy as Kyle then proceeded to vigorously fuck Brandon.  When they had both shot, Kyle shifted so that Brandon's legs rested on his thighs while his butt-hole remained filled by Kyle's still hard cock.

Kyle then pickup the barber clippers and started to remove Brandon's pubes.  Brandon had not expected this and started to object to was happening.  Kyle quickly silenced him by saying: "QUIET, boy; boys don't have hair here." as he continued to use the clipper.  Brandon fell back into the role of a boy.  Partly due to his mind set and partly because he felt too good with the pressure on his prostate and the nice vibrations on his pubic area to do anything but enjoy all that was happening to him.  Kyle then directed Brandon to raise his arms and he applied the clipper to each armpit.  Soon Brandon had hairless crotch and pits just like a boy should.  They then resumed their spoon imitation and Kyle told Brandon that he would remain his hairless boy for a long time and that he would be spanked whenever he was naughty.  "Yes, daddy." murmured Brandon happily snugging close to his protective daddy.

* * * * * * * * * *

It was a week later.  Brandon had been told on Thursday that his organization was being cut by a third and he had to tell the unfortunate ones that they were history.  On Friday after having done the ghastly deed he left the office early and went directly to Kyle's house.  He felt so down that he knew he would have to look up to see belly of a crawling snake.  He told Kyle all again and how he was failing while being held tightly.  It did not take long before Brandon was admitting to being an naughty boy who needed to be punished.  "I could ground you for a couple weeks, boy." Kyle said to Brandon.  The boy looked back with horror in his eyes.  He hated being grounded; it seemed that such a punishment went on forever.  Then Kyle continued: "Or I could give you a hard spanking."

The horror faded from Brandon's eyes as Kyle began to undress his boy.  The boy appeared passive as the man disrobed him but, inside, he was changing.  He knew he had been a very bad boy and that a naughty boy needs a spanking before he can be forgiven.  Quickly every button, zipper and lace was opened.  Standing Brandon up, Kyle then easily removed each garment.  Just like the week before, Brandon had slipped into the mind-set of a boy.  As the boy stood before him, Kyle noted that the ugly pubic bush was not there as it had been the week before.  Brandon looked much more the boy then the first time.  He knew that he would have to take care of the ugly stubble later.  He pulled the boy across his lap and raised his hand to begin.

As the hand descended and connected with its target sounds were heard.  The smack of the contact and the howl of the contactee.  Again a bright red hand print bore witness to the event and the act was repeated many times.  Brandon's bottom soon was a bright crimson red and was very hot.  Tears welled up in the boy's eyes as he wailed.  Then Kyle stopped the hand spanking and put Brandon into a corner for a while.  The bright red cheeks were a joy to behold as Kyle contemplated his next move.

Calling the errant lad from the corner, Kyle leaned him over the end of the couch.  Then he applied ten hard blows with his leather paddle to the already hot, red butt before him.  Each stroke elicited a howl from his boy and leading for mercy.  But the boy submitted docilely as he should.  Kyle also needed something else from his boy.  Just like the red and swollen rump of a baboon in heat screams out: FUCK ME! to one and all so did Brandon's bottom.  Kyle opened his pants and his hard shaft sprang free.  He rolled a condom over it and covered it with lube.  He stepped up to the waiting hole and pressed forward.  Easily he slipped in and was soon buried to the hilt in his boy.  Happily he fucked his boy until he exploded in a huge orgasm.

It was now time to take care of that ugly stubble on his boy's pubes.  He led Brandon into the bathroom and got the new bottle of Hair No-Mor from the cabinet he had gotten for this very moment.  Kyle carefully applied the gooey stuff all over his boy's crotch.  He then put the boy back into the corner.  Kyle just admired the glowing red-hot buns of his boy for the full twenty minutes required for the stuff to do its job.  A shower washed the goo away, leaving a smooth, hairless and docile boy.  On the way to dinner, they stopped at Brandon's place so that he could change into a more casual outfit appropriate to a boy than the business suit he had on all day.  They spent the evening as man and boy.  Even when selecting dinner and a movie Brandon was like a teen.

When they returned to Kyle's place later, there was a telephone message from a 'neighbor'.  She just wanted Brandon's dad to be aware that the boy had been seen in the park that afternoon with some strange boys and they were smoking.  Kyle turned to Brandon and asked: "Is this true, boy?"

After a brief pause, in a barely audible voice Brandon replied: "Yes, dad."  Then he dropped to the couch and hid his face in his hands.

"I'm very disappointed in you son."  Kyle declared very solemnly.  "We had an agreement.  I trust you remember what the penalty is."

"Yes, dad." Brandon relied in a meek boyish voice, "A strapping and a spanking every day for a week."  With that he got up and began to strip.  It did not take him very long and in a couple of minutes he was leaning over the end of the couch.  His bare bottom raised up and waiting for the strapping to begin.  Kyle removed his belt, folded it double and stepped up to the target.  There was a resounding WHACK as it struck its target.  Then a bright red strip appeared across the boy's bottom as he yelled.  It took but a few strokes for the butt to turn completely red and the for the boy to be sobbing.  Brandon was then sent to stand in the corner while Kyle relaxed in the radiated glow from the bad boy's very hot bottom.

"Come here, boy," ordered Kyle "it is time for your spanking."  Brandon slowly walked over to Kyle and laid across his lap.  He clutched the rail of the chair tightly and waited for the first spank.  He did not have to wait very long.  Kyle raised his hand and brought it down hard on the already tenderized buns.  Brandon had promised himself that he would not yell or cry like a baby, but his butt was so very sore from the strapping.  After a few hard blows on the recently strapped buns he started to cry.   After a bit Kyle directed the boy to bed.  Soon Kyle joined his boy in bed.  They drifted off to sleep as Brandon promised that he would be a good boy as Kyle held him and caressed his boy's hot bottom.

The End

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