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"“So, how was your day?” Anthony asked the young white rabbit on the passenger’s seat. The father looked at his son out of the corner of his eye for a second before returning his eyes to the road.\n\nNicholas had his chin resting on his right hand as he mindlessly stared out the car window. \"Fine.\" \n\n“Just fine?” asked the older rabbit with some concern. The young lagomorph was used to be more talkative than just ‘fine’. Maybe he was getting worried for nothing, but Anthony’s intuition was telling him something was bothering his son. “Didn’t you have any case at school?” insisted the Adult.\n\nThe boy’s eyes remain fixed on the window. “Nope. I went to class, had lunch, more classes, and played some sports... just the average day.”\n\n\"Fine, then.\" The father Shrugged. “Is it a girl?”\n\n“If it were a girl, I wouldn’t be telling you.”\n\n“Then, it’s something else.”\n\n\"It's just… never mind.\" There was a pause before the teenager decided to change the course of their chat. \"So, how’s the house?\"\n\n\"Well, now you ask me, today, the gas service personnel came to recharge the tank, I picked up some suit dresses at the dry cleaner’s, and finally got rid of that strange noise of the mowing machine,\" responded the adult. \"Also, I moved some stuff from the garage to the basement.\"\n\nHis father’s sincere and quick answer somewhat disappointed the boy, who returned his gaze to the window hopping the adult wouldn’t ask more questions.\n\nBoth, father and son, remained silent for few minutes before Anthony continued with their conversation. \"Very well, today you didn’t have any problem, but you can tell me if something happens tomorrow, okay?\"\n\n\"Well...\" The boy’s ears dropped slightly.\n\nAnthony knew the meaning of his son’s ears movement, Nicholas was either nervous or scared. \n\n\"Mr. Gill, the counselor, visited our class today.\"\n\n\"Did someone get in troubles?\" asked Anthony.\n\n“No. He just talked about this therapy thing, and it looked like everyone else kinda already knew about it, but I didn’t really understand any of it.\"\n\nThe older lagomorph jolted on his seat at the instant he heard the word ‘therapy’. He really hoped his son wasn't talking about what he was thinking. Still, if there was something bothering his son he had to know what it was about. \"What happened next?\"\n\nWithout noticing his father’s sudden discomfort, Nicholas continued, \"Nothing really, but after the talk almost everyone in my class was talking about it, so I didn’t really have anyone to talk to… I didn’t want to feel stupid for not knowing.\" The boy’s ears dropped further as his eyes look down towards his feet.\n\n\"Maybe I can help you to understand the issue.\" said his father, trying to offer a solution. \"What do you remember about Mr. Gill's talk?\" Although he knew his son eventually would hear about it, he just hoped Nicholas would never need to ask him about it.\n\n\"Well, uhm…\" Nicholas focused, trying to memory some of the words Mr. Gill was using during the lecture. \"He said it’s common for boys to go through it, that if the father of any of us happens to be unavailable, his office’s door is always open, and that’s all I recall. In some way it felt like Mr. Gill already expected us to know about it.\"\n\n“What about you classmates? What were they talking about afterwards?”\n\nThe boy’s eyes lighted-up. \"Oh, I overheard Brett saying he and his dad do it all the time, and his dad's could fit in his palm. But I still don’t know what they were talking about.\"\n\nAnthony felt an unpleasant chill down his spine when he confirmed his son was talking about the topic he feared so much. Even if his son couldn’t pull together all the pieces of information he had heard, the subject to be dealt with was obvious to the father. “Control Bestow Therapy?” asked Anthony, just to cling to the possibility that his conclusions were the product of a misunderstanding.\n\nThe young bunny stared puzzled at his father before falling back on the backrest of his seat. \"Did you know about it? Why didn’t you tell me?” The boy crossed his arms and sighed.\n\n\"It's fine. I can explain you everything you need to know about it once we arrive home.\" In some way, Anthony felt guilty that he hadn't sat down to talk to his son about the therapy earlier. Certainly, the boy never showed signs of needing it, but a small orientative talk never hurts.\n\nThe boy quietly gazed out the window with some discontent, but slowly calmed down. The rest of the ride was silent, without any words from either the father or the son. About ten minutes later the two of them were at their home walking into the living room. \"Okay, there’s anything about the subject you want to ask me?\" asked Anthony to Nicholas. The adult did his best to hide his nervousness. He was willing to explain any question his son could have about the therapy, but he wasn’t sure if he could endure starting to practice it at that exact moment.\n\nNicholas sat on the couch and rested his backpack to his side. \"Uhm... What is it, and what do I have to do?\" Nicholas stared at his father somewhat expectantly.\n\nAnthony sat next to his son. \"Alright. In simple terms… I offer you my private parts, and you... do whatever you want with them,\" said Anthony scratching the back of his neck. That description didn't sound as fluent as he wanted.\n\nNicholas’s face became bleak. \"Uhm... by private parts you mean…\" The boy's eyes shifted from his father’s face trailing down his body before landing between his legs. \"Why? I don’t think I’ve ever even seen your… privates.\"\n\nAnthony knew that wasn’t true, but probably Nicholas was to young at the time to remember when they used to bath together. \"Well, the purpose of the therapy is that the father won't be able to exercise a position of power during the time the session lasts… It might sound weird, but it helps to boots some boys' self-confidence,\" responded the adult. \"Especially if they have a tense relationship with their fathers.”\n\n\"So, you would have to do what I say?\"\n\n\"Not really. Unlike playing Simon says, rather than doing what you say, I will accept what you want to do with my b… with my privates.\" Anxiousness was getting more notorious in Anthony’s voice.\n\n\"Too bad, cause I was gonna ask for a sandwich… I’m starving.\" Nicholas seemed at ease about the answer. The young rabbit could tell his father had valid reasons to feel uncomfortable about the topic, but he found kind of amusing the adult’s reactions.\n\nAnthony smirked at his son's joke, \"Any other question?\"\n\n\"Would you let me do it?\"\n\n\"Y-You mean right now?\" Anthony’s uneasiness showed again.\n\n\"No, not right now. We’ll be dinning in short, so it will be hard for you to enjoy your meal if your stomach feels upset, right? Besides, it’s not like they’re going anywhere.\" the boy joked almost mockingly.\n\nThe adult didn’t pay importance to his son’s taunt and continued, “Alright, then. There’s any other question?”\n\n“Not really.”\n\n“Well, this talk about the therapy wasn’t such a big deal, was it?”\n\n“No, it wasn’t”\n\nAnthony stood up and walked towards the kitchen. “If you have any other question about it, you can tell me.”\n\n\"Okay, thanks.\" Nicholas grabbed his bag and rushed to his room. After a few minutes Anthony could hear the water running in the bathroom as Nicholas was getting ready to shower.\n\nSome days passed, and after their chat in the living room, the Control Bestow Therapy wasn't talked about in the house. Anthony felt relieved his son didn’t show any interest in starting a session, allowing him to return to his usual routine. Then, something happened during the Saturday's morning. The family of three was gathered at the table in the dining room, enjoying the breakfast Anthony cooked when his son made him a request.\n\n\"Can I touch them?\" Nicholas asked it so suddenly both, Anthony and his wife reacted with puzzled faces. Hera didn't know what her son was talking about, but Anthony definitively knew what was happening.\n\n\"Touch? The what?\" Anthony asked his son pretending he didn't know what Nicolas meant, as if he hoped avoiding the topic, his son would just forget about it.\n\n\"Your testicles.\"\n\nHera almost spat her drink hearing those casually words coming from her son, nearly choking as her eyes glare towards the now panicky looking Anthony. As a business woman, she was used to not let complications affect her in both, her job and her personal life, always keeping her head cool and counting on at least one backup plan. But even she knew there were certain circumstances for which one can’t be prepared enough. \"So, you two already had the talk?\" Not being certainty of under what terms father and son had spoken of the matter, she tried to maintain her composure and treat the subject with the same unaffectedness as her son.\n\nAnthony meanwhile, looked uncomfortable and not knowing what to say. \"Yes,\" he cleared his throat, \"We had a little talk on Wednesday.\" He was sure his wife wasn't comfortable with the idea either, but they knew it was part of his role as father.\n\nHera opted to stay out of the conversation from that point on. For good or for bad, what would follow only concerned father and son.\n\n\"Okay, what do you think if we start with that at ten thirty?\" suggested the father. Anthony knew establishing an hour would only delay the unavoidable, but he needed to get mentally prepared for what was coming.\n\n\"Sounds great,\" responded his son. Nicholas gleefully continues eating his bowl of fruits and yogurt as his feet danced from side to side under the table.\n\nEven if the rest of the breakfast passed silently, Anthony couldn’t get out of his head his first session with his son. All he had left was to distract himself with his daily chores. After washing the dishes, say goodbye to his wife who was leaving for work, vacuuming the living room, study, and bedrooms, go jogging, and return home almost two and a half hours had elapsed. \"Ten with fifteen, I have enough time to shower.\"\n\nAnthony went up the stairs and walked into his and his wife's bedroom to take a towel, “Nicholas, I'll take a shower.\" he said poking his head to the hallway before entering the bathroom annex to the bedroom.\n\nNicholas’ ears perked. “In fifteen minutes,” he thought looking at the clock. Nicholas got up and snuck his way to his parents’ bedroom. He peered through the door to check if his dad had already gotten into the bathroom. “Perfect,” he decided to wait for his dad to come out fresh from the shower.\n\nSome minutes passed, and the sound of the shower remained constant. Eventually, the sound of water ceased. Nicholas wasn’t sure what to expect. His heart was beating so fast, as he sat at the edge of his parents’ bed. The young rabbit didn’t know what was so special about playing with his dad’s cock and balls. All his friends talked so vividly about the therapy, so it sounded like a unique experience. He didn’t know how his dad would react, or even how his nuts looked like. “Well, I’m about to find out,” the teenager thought to himself as he heard the doorknob to his parents’ bedroom clicking and turning.\n\nAnthony opened the door to meet his son sitting on the bed. The boy was wearing a loose pair of shorts and a short sleeves t-shirt. The adult could notice a certain nervousness in his son's eyes. \"You can come in.\" The father felt that he should take a little initiative if he wanted to make that session easier to deal with for him and his son.\n\nNicholas yipped, and his fur bristled upon hearing his father’s voice calling him. He wasn’t sure why he felt anxious so suddenly but he wouldn’t back off because of that.\n\n\"C… coming,\" Nicholas announced before walking in. There was hot steam from the warm shower still wafting out the door. The young lagomorph kept his eyes pinned to the floor nervously as he closed the door behind him.\n\nA naked adult rabbit had both hands supported on the sink, that wasn’t the first time the boy saw his father coming out of the shower, but at that moment It seemed easier to appreciate Anthony's shapely back and firm ass. He certainly stayed in good form.\n\nThe young rabbit was still appreciating his father's back muscles when the latter spread his legs, supporting his feet on the rug and leaned forward. \"When you're ready, son,\" he said shyly.\n\nNicholas lifted his head, taking a moment to contemplate the back of his father’s heels still wet and his steaming fur trailing up along his legs until meeting his firm and shapely bottom. His eyes focused between the older lagomorph’s buttocks and the bottom half of a pair of danglers between them. The adult’s organs hanged low between his toned legs.\n\nNicholas blushes under his fur. The teenager slowly approaches the adult and knelt behind him, awkwardly staring at his father’s ass, blushing further still. Anthony could feel Nicholas’ hand slipping between his thighs and jolted to the touch of his son’s cold fingers around his gonads.\nA weak grunt was the father's only response to the youngster’s gentle grip. The adult tried to stay as calm as possible, but a thought invaded his mind. \"This is gonna to hurt.\"\n\nNicholas releases his father’s balls hearing him grunt. \"Sorry! was that too hard?\"\n\n\"Relax, you just took me by surprise, that's all,\" responded Anthony in a calm voice.\n\n\"Oh, okay.\" Nicholas snuck his hand once more between the adult’s thighs. It took him a moment to grab them, they were quite slippery, but he secured a firm grip around both the older male’s pair. The smaller lagomorph squeezed them slightly and tried to pull them closer to his face. \"They hang so low.\" Nicholas applied a bit more of pressure on the gonads, making them bulge inside the adult’s downy sack.\n\nAnthony managed to endure it silently and stayed in position, \"I just showered,\" he responded. \"It's normal.\"\n\nThe youngster chuckled. \"Yeah, I know dad. I got balls too. But even after a shower they don’t hang this low.\" \n\nEven if Nicholas was trying to be gentle, he was uncertain of how much pressure he could use without causing pain to his father’s pair. And despite the cautious way he tried to keep his hold, the boy started to understand his classmates’ excitement about the therapy, he couldn’t help but feel some sort of power by just handling the adult’s nuts in his palm. The teenager was pretty much aware of the organs’ sensitivity, being such an active guy, he got plenty of chance to experience how bad could hurt an accidental hit to the manhood. So, he knew how easily he could make his father squirm in pain on the floor.\n\nThough, domination games aside, it was kind of fun just to play with them. Nicholas had seen a lot of pairs of different sizes at the locker rooms, but apart his own nuts, his father’s balls were the first other ones he got the chance to roll in his palm. Absentmindedly Nicholas kept pulling back to get a closer look at the low hanging male-fruits passing behind his father’s buttocks, having to grip tighter so they wouldn’t slip.\n\nThe older rabbit lowered his head and gritted his teeth. The discomfort slowly turned into pain, but he didn’t want to discourage his son to keep going with the therapy. So, he stood as straight as he could, trying to endure his son’s inexpert grip. He couldn’t blame his son; probably the only balls the boy had experience handling were baseballs, if it wasn’t the case Nicholas liked ‘batting for the other side’. This last though made Anthony chortle under his breath.\n\nAlthough, it didn’t lessen it, keeping his mind busy seemed to make it easier to cope with the ache. Still, besides his resignation, Anthony didn’t seem to find a way to deal with the increasing nausea.\n\n\"I feel silly doing this. I’m not even sure what I’m supposed to do.\" Nicholas said rolling his father’s eggs in the palm of his hand, making the sensitive orbs shift and swirl in his sac.\n\n“Do with them what you prefer,” responded his father, doing his best to keep his voice in a constant tone. “Just don’t send me to the hospital.”\n\n\"Did… did you do this with grandpa?\"\n\nAnthony inhaled before answering, \"Yes, we did it a couple of times. In a way, I was curious to know how much I could grope them before causing pain.\"\n\nNicholas’ grip tightened enough to make the adult’s testicles bulge between his fingers. \"Oh, so you were testing his limits?\"\n\n“S- Sorta.” The older rabbit stared breathing heavily, resting his abdomen on the edge of the sink to help himself to keep his balance.\n\n“And I suppose I must retaliate it to you on grandpa’s behalf.”\n\nAnthony doubled over snakingly on the sink. At that moment he understood three things. First, he told his son too much about how he used to practice the Control Bestow Therapy. Second, His pain endurance was lower than he thought at first. And lastly, he understood the saying, ‘You will never really understand this until you have a child of your own.’ \n\nThe adult's knees were trembling, and his stomach was so upset he almost found convenient to have the sink right under his chin. Even so, something forced him to try to endure. Maybe his pride made him want to fulfill that duty he enforced on his own father long time ago. Maybe he didn’t want to ruin his son’s first experience with a practice that influences so much in how a boy his age sees himself. In any case, Anthony only knew he wanted to stay as firm as his weakened knees allowed him. “If you want to…” The father said faintly.\n\nNicholas contemplated the circumstances. He never considered hurting his father as an option, but he was finding amusing to toy around with him by just grabbing him by the balls. \"Not gonna lie dad, this is weird… but kinda fun. I guess this is why the guys at school can’t stop talking about it.\"\n\nNicholas propped Anthony’s gonads upwards, allowing them to be cradled in his open palm, and pressed them against the adult’s rear. \"Could… I hit them?\" \n\nAnthony could hear nervousness in his son’s voice, who seemed embarrassed to asking that question. Still resting his upper body on the sink, the father, took a moment to breathe deeply. “Do it.” He responded without doubt in his voice, yet, he was fully aware he was going to regret what he just said.\n\nNicholas rested his father’s jewels in the palm of his right hand, trapping them in the bottom part of their scrotum with his thumb. He slowly raised his left fist above his head before lashing it down to smack both orbs.\n\n\"NGhh!\" Anthony couldn't help but let out a whimper. It didn’t matter what kind of pleasing memory or joke he used to distract himself, nothing managed to move his mind away from the raw ache coming from his balls to his lower abdomen.\n\n\"Sorry… I’ll stop.\" Nicholas released his father’s balls, allowing the throbbing bunny-makers to swing back down.\n\n“No need to apologize…” Anthony took some seconds to recover his breath, “If you want to continue… just tell me.” Even if he was trying to act tough, Anthony didn’t seem to be able to continue for long.\n\nNoticing his father needed to take a break, Nicholas sighed disappointed. \"No, its fine. I don’t wanna take it too far.\"\n\n\"We will continue in another chance, then,\" responded the older male in a collected but weak voice. 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I don’t think mom would appreciate me ruining her Saturnights from now on.\"\n\nOnce both rabbits reached the bed, Anthony sat on the edge and let himself fall back, massaging his still aching balls.\n\nNicholas sat next to his father, looking at the front. He remained silent for a moment. “Dad?”\n\nThe adult looked up to his son. “Yes?”\n\n“Thanks.”\n\n“Whenever you want, son… Just not too soon.\" Anthony continued massaging his gonads.\n\n“Okay,” chuckled the young rabbit.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "“So, how was your day?” Anthony asked the young white rabbit on the passenger’s seat. The father looked at his son out of the corner of his eye for a second before returning his eyes to the road.

Nicholas had his chin resting on his right hand as he mindlessly stared out the car window. "Fine."

“Just fine?” asked the older rabbit with some concern. The young lagomorph was used to be more talkative than just ‘fine’. Maybe he was getting worried for nothing, but Anthony’s intuition was telling him something was bothering his son. “Didn’t you have any case at school?” insisted the Adult.

The boy’s eyes remain fixed on the window. “Nope. I went to class, had lunch, more classes, and played some sports... just the average day.”

"Fine, then." The father Shrugged. “Is it a girl?”

“If it were a girl, I wouldn’t be telling you.”

“Then, it’s something else.”

"It's just… never mind." There was a pause before the teenager decided to change the course of their chat. "So, how’s the house?"

"Well, now you ask me, today, the gas service personnel came to recharge the tank, I picked up some suit dresses at the dry cleaner’s, and finally got rid of that strange noise of the mowing machine," responded the adult. "Also, I moved some stuff from the garage to the basement."

His father’s sincere and quick answer somewhat disappointed the boy, who returned his gaze to the window hopping the adult wouldn’t ask more questions.

Both, father and son, remained silent for few minutes before Anthony continued with their conversation. "Very well, today you didn’t have any problem, but you can tell me if something happens tomorrow, okay?"

"Well..." The boy’s ears dropped slightly.

Anthony knew the meaning of his son’s ears movement, Nicholas was either nervous or scared.

"Mr. Gill, the counselor, visited our class today."

"Did someone get in troubles?" asked Anthony.

“No. He just talked about this therapy thing, and it looked like everyone else kinda already knew about it, but I didn’t really understand any of it."

The older lagomorph jolted on his seat at the instant he heard the word ‘therapy’. He really hoped his son wasn't talking about what he was thinking. Still, if there was something bothering his son he had to know what it was about. "What happened next?"

Without noticing his father’s sudden discomfort, Nicholas continued, "Nothing really, but after the talk almost everyone in my class was talking about it, so I didn’t really have anyone to talk to… I didn’t want to feel stupid for not knowing." The boy’s ears dropped further as his eyes look down towards his feet.

"Maybe I can help you to understand the issue." said his father, trying to offer a solution. "What do you remember about Mr. Gill's talk?" Although he knew his son eventually would hear about it, he just hoped Nicholas would never need to ask him about it.

"Well, uhm…" Nicholas focused, trying to memory some of the words Mr. Gill was using during the lecture. "He said it’s common for boys to go through it, that if the father of any of us happens to be unavailable, his office’s door is always open, and that’s all I recall. In some way it felt like Mr. Gill already expected us to know about it."

“What about you classmates? What were they talking about afterwards?”

The boy’s eyes lighted-up. "Oh, I overheard Brett saying he and his dad do it all the time, and his dad's could fit in his palm. But I still don’t know what they were talking about."

Anthony felt an unpleasant chill down his spine when he confirmed his son was talking about the topic he feared so much. Even if his son couldn’t pull together all the pieces of information he had heard, the subject to be dealt with was obvious to the father. “Control Bestow Therapy?” asked Anthony, just to cling to the possibility that his conclusions were the product of a misunderstanding.

The young bunny stared puzzled at his father before falling back on the backrest of his seat. "Did you know about it? Why didn’t you tell me?” The boy crossed his arms and sighed.

"It's fine. I can explain you everything you need to know about it once we arrive home." In some way, Anthony felt guilty that he hadn't sat down to talk to his son about the therapy earlier. Certainly, the boy never showed signs of needing it, but a small orientative talk never hurts.

The boy quietly gazed out the window with some discontent, but slowly calmed down. The rest of the ride was silent, without any words from either the father or the son. About ten minutes later the two of them were at their home walking into the living room. "Okay, there’s anything about the subject you want to ask me?" asked Anthony to Nicholas. The adult did his best to hide his nervousness. He was willing to explain any question his son could have about the therapy, but he wasn’t sure if he could endure starting to practice it at that exact moment.

Nicholas sat on the couch and rested his backpack to his side. "Uhm... What is it, and what do I have to do?" Nicholas stared at his father somewhat expectantly.

Anthony sat next to his son. "Alright. In simple terms… I offer you my private parts, and you... do whatever you want with them," said Anthony scratching the back of his neck. That description didn't sound as fluent as he wanted.

Nicholas’s face became bleak. "Uhm... by private parts you mean…" The boy's eyes shifted from his father’s face trailing down his body before landing between his legs. "Why? I don’t think I’ve ever even seen your… privates."

Anthony knew that wasn’t true, but probably Nicholas was to young at the time to remember when they used to bath together. "Well, the purpose of the therapy is that the father won't be able to exercise a position of power during the time the session lasts… It might sound weird, but it helps to boots some boys' self-confidence," responded the adult. "Especially if they have a tense relationship with their fathers.”

"So, you would have to do what I say?"

"Not really. Unlike playing Simon says, rather than doing what you say, I will accept what you want to do with my b… with my privates." Anxiousness was getting more notorious in Anthony’s voice.

"Too bad, cause I was gonna ask for a sandwich… I’m starving." Nicholas seemed at ease about the answer. The young rabbit could tell his father had valid reasons to feel uncomfortable about the topic, but he found kind of amusing the adult’s reactions.

Anthony smirked at his son's joke, "Any other question?"

"Would you let me do it?"

"Y-You mean right now?" Anthony’s uneasiness showed again.

"No, not right now. We’ll be dinning in short, so it will be hard for you to enjoy your meal if your stomach feels upset, right? Besides, it’s not like they’re going anywhere." the boy joked almost mockingly.

The adult didn’t pay importance to his son’s taunt and continued, “Alright, then. There’s any other question?”

“Not really.”

“Well, this talk about the therapy wasn’t such a big deal, was it?”

“No, it wasn’t”

Anthony stood up and walked towards the kitchen. “If you have any other question about it, you can tell me.”

"Okay, thanks." Nicholas grabbed his bag and rushed to his room. After a few minutes Anthony could hear the water running in the bathroom as Nicholas was getting ready to shower.

Some days passed, and after their chat in the living room, the Control Bestow Therapy wasn't talked about in the house. Anthony felt relieved his son didn’t show any interest in starting a session, allowing him to return to his usual routine. Then, something happened during the Saturday's morning. The family of three was gathered at the table in the dining room, enjoying the breakfast Anthony cooked when his son made him a request.

"Can I touch them?" Nicholas asked it so suddenly both, Anthony and his wife reacted with puzzled faces. Hera didn't know what her son was talking about, but Anthony definitively knew what was happening.

"Touch? The what?" Anthony asked his son pretending he didn't know what Nicolas meant, as if he hoped avoiding the topic, his son would just forget about it.

"Your testicles."

Hera almost spat her drink hearing those casually words coming from her son, nearly choking as her eyes glare towards the now panicky looking Anthony. As a business woman, she was used to not let complications affect her in both, her job and her personal life, always keeping her head cool and counting on at least one backup plan. But even she knew there were certain circumstances for which one can’t be prepared enough. "So, you two already had the talk?" Not being certainty of under what terms father and son had spoken of the matter, she tried to maintain her composure and treat the subject with the same unaffectedness as her son.

Anthony meanwhile, looked uncomfortable and not knowing what to say. "Yes," he cleared his throat, "We had a little talk on Wednesday." He was sure his wife wasn't comfortable with the idea either, but they knew it was part of his role as father.

Hera opted to stay out of the conversation from that point on. For good or for bad, what would follow only concerned father and son.

"Okay, what do you think if we start with that at ten thirty?" suggested the father. Anthony knew establishing an hour would only delay the unavoidable, but he needed to get mentally prepared for what was coming.

"Sounds great," responded his son. Nicholas gleefully continues eating his bowl of fruits and yogurt as his feet danced from side to side under the table.

Even if the rest of the breakfast passed silently, Anthony couldn’t get out of his head his first session with his son. All he had left was to distract himself with his daily chores. After washing the dishes, say goodbye to his wife who was leaving for work, vacuuming the living room, study, and bedrooms, go jogging, and return home almost two and a half hours had elapsed. "Ten with fifteen, I have enough time to shower."

Anthony went up the stairs and walked into his and his wife's bedroom to take a towel, “Nicholas, I'll take a shower." he said poking his head to the hallway before entering the bathroom annex to the bedroom.

Nicholas’ ears perked. “In fifteen minutes,” he thought looking at the clock. Nicholas got up and snuck his way to his parents’ bedroom. He peered through the door to check if his dad had already gotten into the bathroom. “Perfect,” he decided to wait for his dad to come out fresh from the shower.

Some minutes passed, and the sound of the shower remained constant. Eventually, the sound of water ceased. Nicholas wasn’t sure what to expect. His heart was beating so fast, as he sat at the edge of his parents’ bed. The young rabbit didn’t know what was so special about playing with his dad’s cock and balls. All his friends talked so vividly about the therapy, so it sounded like a unique experience. He didn’t know how his dad would react, or even how his nuts looked like. “Well, I’m about to find out,” the teenager thought to himself as he heard the doorknob to his parents’ bedroom clicking and turning.

Anthony opened the door to meet his son sitting on the bed. The boy was wearing a loose pair of shorts and a short sleeves t-shirt. The adult could notice a certain nervousness in his son's eyes. "You can come in." The father felt that he should take a little initiative if he wanted to make that session easier to deal with for him and his son.

Nicholas yipped, and his fur bristled upon hearing his father’s voice calling him. He wasn’t sure why he felt anxious so suddenly but he wouldn’t back off because of that.

"C… coming," Nicholas announced before walking in. There was hot steam from the warm shower still wafting out the door. The young lagomorph kept his eyes pinned to the floor nervously as he closed the door behind him.

A naked adult rabbit had both hands supported on the sink, that wasn’t the first time the boy saw his father coming out of the shower, but at that moment It seemed easier to appreciate Anthony's shapely back and firm ass. He certainly stayed in good form.

The young rabbit was still appreciating his father's back muscles when the latter spread his legs, supporting his feet on the rug and leaned forward. "When you're ready, son," he said shyly.

Nicholas lifted his head, taking a moment to contemplate the back of his father’s heels still wet and his steaming fur trailing up along his legs until meeting his firm and shapely bottom. His eyes focused between the older lagomorph’s buttocks and the bottom half of a pair of danglers between them. The adult’s organs hanged low between his toned legs.

Nicholas blushes under his fur. The teenager slowly approaches the adult and knelt behind him, awkwardly staring at his father’s ass, blushing further still. Anthony could feel Nicholas’ hand slipping between his thighs and jolted to the touch of his son’s cold fingers around his gonads.
A weak grunt was the father's only response to the youngster’s gentle grip. The adult tried to stay as calm as possible, but a thought invaded his mind. "This is gonna to hurt."

Nicholas releases his father’s balls hearing him grunt. "Sorry! was that too hard?"

"Relax, you just took me by surprise, that's all," responded Anthony in a calm voice.

"Oh, okay." Nicholas snuck his hand once more between the adult’s thighs. It took him a moment to grab them, they were quite slippery, but he secured a firm grip around both the older male’s pair. The smaller lagomorph squeezed them slightly and tried to pull them closer to his face. "They hang so low." Nicholas applied a bit more of pressure on the gonads, making them bulge inside the adult’s downy sack.

Anthony managed to endure it silently and stayed in position, "I just showered," he responded. "It's normal."

The youngster chuckled. "Yeah, I know dad. I got balls too. But even after a shower they don’t hang this low."

Even if Nicholas was trying to be gentle, he was uncertain of how much pressure he could use without causing pain to his father’s pair. And despite the cautious way he tried to keep his hold, the boy started to understand his classmates’ excitement about the therapy, he couldn’t help but feel some sort of power by just handling the adult’s nuts in his palm. The teenager was pretty much aware of the organs’ sensitivity, being such an active guy, he got plenty of chance to experience how bad could hurt an accidental hit to the manhood. So, he knew how easily he could make his father squirm in pain on the floor.

Though, domination games aside, it was kind of fun just to play with them. Nicholas had seen a lot of pairs of different sizes at the locker rooms, but apart his own nuts, his father’s balls were the first other ones he got the chance to roll in his palm. Absentmindedly Nicholas kept pulling back to get a closer look at the low hanging male-fruits passing behind his father’s buttocks, having to grip tighter so they wouldn’t slip.

The older rabbit lowered his head and gritted his teeth. The discomfort slowly turned into pain, but he didn’t want to discourage his son to keep going with the therapy. So, he stood as straight as he could, trying to endure his son’s inexpert grip. He couldn’t blame his son; probably the only balls the boy had experience handling were baseballs, if it wasn’t the case Nicholas liked ‘batting for the other side’. This last though made Anthony chortle under his breath.

Although, it didn’t lessen it, keeping his mind busy seemed to make it easier to cope with the ache. Still, besides his resignation, Anthony didn’t seem to find a way to deal with the increasing nausea.

"I feel silly doing this. I’m not even sure what I’m supposed to do." Nicholas said rolling his father’s eggs in the palm of his hand, making the sensitive orbs shift and swirl in his sac.

“Do with them what you prefer,” responded his father, doing his best to keep his voice in a constant tone. “Just don’t send me to the hospital.”

"Did… did you do this with grandpa?"

Anthony inhaled before answering, "Yes, we did it a couple of times. In a way, I was curious to know how much I could grope them before causing pain."

Nicholas’ grip tightened enough to make the adult’s testicles bulge between his fingers. "Oh, so you were testing his limits?"

“S- Sorta.” The older rabbit stared breathing heavily, resting his abdomen on the edge of the sink to help himself to keep his balance.

“And I suppose I must retaliate it to you on grandpa’s behalf.”

Anthony doubled over snakingly on the sink. At that moment he understood three things. First, he told his son too much about how he used to practice the Control Bestow Therapy. Second, His pain endurance was lower than he thought at first. And lastly, he understood the saying, ‘You will never really understand this until you have a child of your own.’

The adult's knees were trembling, and his stomach was so upset he almost found convenient to have the sink right under his chin. Even so, something forced him to try to endure. Maybe his pride made him want to fulfill that duty he enforced on his own father long time ago. Maybe he didn’t want to ruin his son’s first experience with a practice that influences so much in how a boy his age sees himself. In any case, Anthony only knew he wanted to stay as firm as his weakened knees allowed him. “If you want to…” The father said faintly.

Nicholas contemplated the circumstances. He never considered hurting his father as an option, but he was finding amusing to toy around with him by just grabbing him by the balls. "Not gonna lie dad, this is weird… but kinda fun. I guess this is why the guys at school can’t stop talking about it."

Nicholas propped Anthony’s gonads upwards, allowing them to be cradled in his open palm, and pressed them against the adult’s rear. "Could… I hit them?"

Anthony could hear nervousness in his son’s voice, who seemed embarrassed to asking that question. Still resting his upper body on the sink, the father, took a moment to breathe deeply. “Do it.” He responded without doubt in his voice, yet, he was fully aware he was going to regret what he just said.

Nicholas rested his father’s jewels in the palm of his right hand, trapping them in the bottom part of their scrotum with his thumb. He slowly raised his left fist above his head before lashing it down to smack both orbs.

"NGhh!" Anthony couldn't help but let out a whimper. It didn’t matter what kind of pleasing memory or joke he used to distract himself, nothing managed to move his mind away from the raw ache coming from his balls to his lower abdomen.

"Sorry… I’ll stop." Nicholas released his father’s balls, allowing the throbbing bunny-makers to swing back down.

“No need to apologize…” Anthony took some seconds to recover his breath, “If you want to continue… just tell me.” Even if he was trying to act tough, Anthony didn’t seem to be able to continue for long.

Noticing his father needed to take a break, Nicholas sighed disappointed. "No, its fine. I don’t wanna take it too far."

"We will continue in another chance, then," responded the older male in a collected but weak voice. With his knees giving, he slowly knelt on the rug and rested his forehead on the sink's edge.

"Are you okay?" Nicholas wondered if he already took things to far with that punch.

"It's fine, son. It’s just I’m not used to this kind of ache.” Anthony calmed his son. He was having a hard time dealing with the ache emanating from his orbs, but he didn’t want his son’s first session to end in a low-spirited way. “I promise I’ll do better next time.” The adult tried to stand up, but a sudden jolt of pain made Anthony fall on his knee again. "Just… help me up."

"Okay." Nicholas slid under his father’s arm and pulled it over his shoulder before lifting him up. "You know, dad? Next time you can tell me to stop before you become completely limp. I don’t think mom would appreciate me ruining her Saturnights from now on."

Once both rabbits reached the bed, Anthony sat on the edge and let himself fall back, massaging his still aching balls.

Nicholas sat next to his father, looking at the front. He remained silent for a moment. “Dad?”

The adult looked up to his son. “Yes?”

“Thanks.”

“Whenever you want, son… Just not too soon." Anthony continued massaging his gonads.

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