The boys and I set up our lights and cameras in the rec room basement of the father’s spacious home. We noticed that the room was in some disarray and that there was the evidence of recent struggles about: torn underwear, paddles hanging from the walls, and a stray hairbrush or two. When we indicated that we were ready to roll, we let “Dad” know and he called upstairs for his son to come down to the “playroom.” At first there was no response, then “Dad” let out a furious roar and the son stumbled down the stairs, shielding his pot-glazed eyes from our camera’s lights and looking confused. When “Son” clocked the cameras and crew, he muttered “no way...” and started to bolt back up the stairs.

“Dad” grabbed his son’s arm, yanked him down the wooden steps, and began a 45-minute thrashing of the most intimate and humiliating nature. His “Son” begged him not to be shamed in front of strangers as “Dad’ yanked “Son’s” clothing off, stripping him nude in front of me and the crew. And while the “Son” was openly crying now, we also noticed that the young man was sporting a big hardon. “Dad” not only whacked his ass until it was tomato-bright, but prodded and explored the dainty anus with his big square fingers, cupping and spreading the “Son’s’” asscheeks for me and the crew to have a good look. It all built to a crescendo of hand-spanking as the “Son” lay across an old desk and spasmed and jerked as “Dad” steadily whacked the bright buns until they welted up. “Son” jerked and stroked his cock the whole time but held back from actually releasing. His release came in a shuddering sobbing hug from his “Dad”. We followed the lad upstairs and recorded him examining his welts bent over in a mirror, and then as if we weren’t in the room, he plopped down on the sofa and in an extravagantly exhibitionistic show of writhing and moaning, jerked off for camera, crew, and “Dad.”

CTS #76