On the Other Side

Chapter 11


The next evening, William entered his father’s bedroom as always, stripping and kneeling next to the bed. His father was not around, but his attention was drawn to a pale blue piece of fabric laid out on the bed. He crawled closer to get a better look, fingering the hem absently and enjoying the silky texture. It looked like…women’s lingerie?

“Ah, yes. You found it. Well, put it on – Daddy wants to see you in it.”

William’s eyes bugged out and he wheeled around to face his father, the rug burning his knees.

“You mean, put that on?” Rupert crossed the floor to where William was kneeling, running a hand through the boy’s silky blond curls.

“Now, baby, you know how much Daddy likes to see you in blue.” William flinched away from the hand, but reached for the satin scrap anyhow. He slipped it over his head and looked down. It didn’t really cover anything, striking about an inch below his navel. He looked ridiculous.

“Yes. That’s perfect. Now up on the bed, on your hands and knees, and give Daddy a good blow, baby.”

William did as he was told, crawling up on the bed and opening his father’s trousers. It was then that he noticed the cardboard box on the floor next to the bed. There were photos. And clothes. Catching a glimpse of one of the pictures, William ascertained what he’d been afraid of: They all belonged to his mother.

As did the silky baby doll nightie he was wearing.

“Now baby, don’t be shy.” William’s head was grasped and shoved towards his father’s crotch. He mentally shook himself; it wouldn’t do to make the man angry. He had to drop down to his elbows to reach the older man’s groin, and the silky material slid up his back to rest at his shoulder blades. Large masculine hands smoothed the material and caressed William through the satin as he began to suckle at the distended organ.

He knew the garment smelled of moth balls and mildew, but in William’s imagination it smelled soft and warm and, if he pretended hard enough, she wasn’t gone. Instead, she was here and was holding him in her arms, rocking him gently as she had when he’d been a baby. And when his dad’s roughened hands caressed him it was almost as if they were together, all loving each other as they should have been. For a moment, William almost felt as if he’d gotten his family back.

Reality came crashing back when a hand began to fondle his bum and fingers began to caress his asshole.

“Oh, baby. You’re not wet for Daddy? Shame on you. But don’t worry, Daddy’ll take care of it.”

After a moment the fingers were back, this time slippery with some sort of lubricant. Flashes of the images he’d seen on the internet bombarded his mind and William nearly choked on the prick in his mouth. He didn’t think he could stand that.

He concentrated his efforts on his father’s cock, tonguing the slit and the vein on the underside mercilessly, hoping the older man would come before he…

One of the fingers breached his opening and began probing about inside of him, in and out and in and out, caressing him on the inside. One finger became and and William’s anus contracted in protest. His mouth slipped off his dad’s member.

“Daddy! It hurts so much! Please…” He was answered with a swat to his bum and a particularly brutal thrust into his mouth.

“Now, hush up. You know Daddy will make it ever so nice for you.” He received another slap to the ass. “Now, stop and turn around.”

By this time William was high on the adrenaline his fear had afforded him, and he shoved his father away and scrambled across the bed. robarobably would have gotten away, but his knee got caught on the lingerie and he fell to his stomach, a large, heavy body falling on top of him, pinning him to the bed.

The gown had, once again, gathered around his chest, and he could feel his father’s naked torso pressing against his back and his engorged cock pressing against his crack. He couldn’t believe this was happening.

“No, no, no, no, no…” He began to chant, his father’s shushing and caressing doing nothing to alleviate his terror.

“Now, baby, don’t put up a fuss. If you don’t cooperate, I might have to…look elsewhere.” The word ‘elsewhere’ was emphasized with a short thrust against William’s backside.

Xander. His father was talking about Xander, and William simply couldn’t bear the thought of his innocent little brother on his knees.

With trembling hands, William reached back and spread his cheeks.

One brutal thrust and his father was inside, ripping him apart from the inside out. The older man groaned in his ear.

“Oh, my sweet Katherine, how I’ve missed you.”

William sobbed.