Duct Tape

The faint sound of my oldest kid’s radio drifts into my room, playing some Christmas music that I can’t rightfully identify at the moment. There’s an awful storm outside and I couldn’t get to sleep yet, not only because of the rain hammering against my roof but also because my husband hasn’t been back home for about a month. He’s over in Europe for some journalism thing and I’m literally going insane with the need to fuck. I’m horny enough when he’s around but now… damn.

I’m about to strip out of my pajama pants and start to get down to business when my seven year old son, Noah, pushes open the door to my room, holding his little teddy bear that he got for his first birthday. I sit up a little bit, licking my lips and running my hand through my blonde hair. “Noah, babe, what’s up?”

He bits his lower lip, his red hair matted to his face as he wanders over and climbs into bed with me, curling up at my side and sniffling. “Daddy, it’s thundering so loud, and I went into Kevin’s room and he kicked me out, and Bridget is sleeping at Adri’s tonight and I was so scared, daddy…” He latches onto my shirt, burrowing his face against my neck, and I hug him tightly, rubbing his back. He sniffles a little bit more and then speaks, his voice low. “I want mommy to come home, daddy… I miss him…”

I nod, kissing him on the forehead and murmuring, “I want him home, too, Noah, I know… Look, you can snuggle in here until the storm is over, but I’ve got work in the morning, sweets, and I can’t be up all night trying to take care of you.”

Noah looks at me with wide green eyes that he inherited from my husband, nodding before curling up on my chest. It’s uncanny how much Noah looks like his mom and right now the resemblance is more than striking; it’s fucking erotic. I slide my hand slowly up my son’s shirt, fingers running over his pale, smooth skin as I explore his chest. I’ve seen my baby boy naked before, because I was the one always giving him baths, but I’ve never bothered to actually touch him. His skin is so soft and I touch it for a good little while, Noah tensing up under my caresses.

My fingers reach his left nipple and a soft gasp escapes his throat before he rolls off of me, fiddling with his hands. “Dad… Mom told me before he left that I wasn’t supposed to let you touch me in bad places.” I just gape at him and he continues, sounding way smarter than he should for a seven year old, which I can, again, attribute to his mother. “He said that you’ve touched kids before and I should watch out. I don’t really know what he means but… that makes me feel funny so I don’t think we should do it, daddy.”

I just stare at him and curse inwardly; Kevin would let me do this if he had snuck in here. Then again, that kid has the common sense of a snail. He’s a smart eleven year old, he’s just got no common sense to back it up. I sigh and roll over, my back to my kid as I think about what to do. I need to fuck someone, but I’m not just going to hop up and go molest Kev in the middle of the night. I’ve done it before but as far as I know, Noah hasn’t been molested yet. Unexplored territory.

My eyes fall on a roll of duct tape, sitting innocently enough on the desk. I think I was using it to tape the broom head back on the pole yesterday. I sit up a little and grab the silver roll of tape, looking back at Noah, an idea popping into my head. Noah shrinks back against the pillows, clutching his teddy bear and staring at me. “Daddy, why are you looking at me like that?”

I shrug, fiddling with the roll of tape before leaning over and grabbing Noah’s arm, tugging him forward. He starts to shriek but I tear off a strip of tape with my teeth, slamming it over his mouth and effectively gagging the kid, who just screams, muffled to where no one outside the room will hear him. Half a roll of duct tape later, his arms and legs are bound and I roughly throw him on his stomach, shoving his legs up so his pert ass is sticking straight up, only the thin fabric of his pajama pants in between my goal and myself.

Noah is shrieking behind the gag, tears streaming down his face, and I shake my head, pulling down his pajama pants and showing off his smooth ass. His mom has a shitload of freckles, but other than that there are no discrepancies; Noah and my husband are practically the same person from behind. I take my time, admiring the firm, pale butt before me; Kevin has a nice ass but it isn’t at all like this and I wouldn’t dare touch Bridget. She’d probably castrate me or something.

I run my hand over Noah’s left ass cheek before bringing my hand down sharply; he shrieks and draws forward a little, unable to go far because his hands are behind his back. I do the same thing a couple of times until that half is a bright red before turning to the other side and smacking that cheek a few times as well. Noah’s ass is searing red and I smirk, putting my hands on each hot cheek, pulling them apart a little and running my thumb over his virgin entrance. He moans behind the tape and I smirk, moving my hands and pulling my nightstand drawer open. I pull out a bottle of KY and look back at Noah before dripping a little on one of my fingers and sliding it into my son.

He flops forward, squeaking a little in the back of his throat and wriggling his ass around to get me out, which only turns me on more. I smirk and pull my finger out, dripping some more lube into his tight little ass and spreading it apart with two fingers, checking it out. I started a little younger with Kevin, so it was a lot tighter, but Noah… damn, Noah has a nice ass. I don’t know why I waited so long. Thunder peals outside and Noah screams, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to pull away. I grab his teddy bear and set it in front of his face; he calms down a little bit, staring at it, and I finger his ass a little more before leaning forward. “Mommy and daddy play this game, Noah, and sometimes daddy plays it with Kevin, too. It’ll be fun, promise.”

Noah shakes his head, looking over his shoulder at me and then spreading his little legs a bit, squeezing his pale green eyes shut before looking back at his teddy. I check his ass out one last time, make sure he’s well lubed, and then push my pajama pants down, sliding into Noah.

The pain in his muffled screams is obvious and I hold off on moving; I might be raping my youngest boy but I’m not an asshole. I stay buried inside him, a hand in his hair and the other on his hip as his screams turn to cries, then faint sobbing behind the gag. Noah slumps forward a little, ass still up in the air, and I start moving slowly, his ass clenching around my cock every time I thrust. He’s so fucking tight, and I can only imagine how this feels for him, since I’m not the smallest guy around.

I pick up the pace, the hand I have in his hair forcing him down onto the bed and pinning him there as I plunge into him repeatedly. He writhes for a good little while, clenching his small fists and trying to break the duct tape binding his arms together. Of course, it’s fucking duct tape and doesn’t give any, so he just wears himself out, finally falling still and breathing rapidly through his nose, taking it without much whining now.

I reach down and tear the duct tape of off his mouth, splitting his lower lip in two and making him start to bleed. He stares at me, choking out, “Daddy…” before falling onto the pillows, panting slightly.

My lips meet his softly as I kiss him, our teeth clashing together as he kisses back with no experience, the taste of blood on his lips. He pulls back and whimpers my name again, looking at me and moaning softly, although I doubt it’s in pleasure. Noah starts trying to get out again but I’m nearly done and just keep going, slamming into my little boy roughly.

Climax finally hits me and I cum, releasing deep into him and then pulling out. Noah collapses against the covers and whimpers as I remove the bonds, cum dripping from his ass as he reaches for the teddy bear. His green eyes flicker to me and he swallows, tears leaking down his face again. “D-daddy, I feel sticky… Can I take a tubby?”

I shake my head, running a hand through his hair. “No, sweetie, we’ll clean you up in the morning. Come on. Storm’s almost over. You want to sleep with daddy still?”

He looks at me, tries to get off the bed, and nearly falls over because I’m assuming his legs are incredibly weak. Noah just sits back on the bed and rolls over, snuggling up to me. “I guess I’ll sleep in here, daddy…”

I kiss him lightly and hug him, pulling the comforters up over the two of us. “You’re such a good boy, Noah. Come on, you’ve got second grade in the morning.” He nods, curling up, and I hold onto him tightly.

I love my kids… maybe a little too much.