"If you're calling for business, leave a message. You know what to say. Anything else, -"
"FUCK!" Lenny yells, pressing the 'end call' button dramatically. His head falls into his hands, looking defeated on his couch. The reason for Lenny's despair comes in three parts:
1) Lenny's son Cam is staying the night at a friend's house, which gave Lenny the opportunity to indulge a bit. He thought his last meeting with Don would quell his raging desire for his son, but it only made it stronger. Gone were the days where he fantasized about molesting some anonymous child; Lenny could only think about molesting his own son when he was masturbating, which he was doing at this very moment.
2) Don is out of town for the weekend, a seemingly spontaneous vacation he decided to take just four days after their first meeting. This gave Lenny no outlet besides his porn collection & active imagination. And Lenny could really do with more than that right now; he needed more.
3) Cam just called to say his friend cancelled & he's heading home, probably only a couple minutes away at this point.

The grand total of these parts paints a frightening picture to Lenny. His will be at his absolute weakest when his son walks through that door. The past few days, he's been barely resisting while fully clothed, flaccid, and not even touching his son. Right now, he's in just a jockstrap, chubbed up, and will be giving his son a hug to welcome him home, as he always does.

So Lenny starts to strategize. He could find an excuse to avoid that last part. Maybe he'll be pissing when his son gets home, giving him some time to collect himself. But that comes with the risk, he reasons, that Cam would barge in without knockin. He's done it before, but he's never caught Lenny with his dick out. That would spell disaster, today; he wouldn't be able to resist taking a few steps over to show Cam what made him. He predicts he would, as if by instinct, pry his son's mouth open to see how much of his fat di-

The doorbell rings. Lenny looks down, shocked by the massive tent he's pitching beneath his belly. "Dad, I forgot my key," Cam says from beyond the door. Another knock.

"I shouldn't keep him waiting," Lenny thinks. It's a weak excuse for what follows. He knows what's going to happen, and he's letting it happen. Making it happen, even. "Coming!" Lenny shouts.

The ram lifts himself from the couch, almost nude, to the door. Just before opening the door, the last shred of decency inside Lenny is fighting like a caged animal. As he unlocks the door, he almost convinces himself that he's going to laugh off his erection & scramble upstairs.

That decency dies when he sees his son.

His own flesh and blood. In an instant, the ten year old in front of him becomes the sex object of his fantasies, no longer the precious thing he raised to love & to hold. He raised this thing to fuck. To use & abuse, to piss on & piss in, to stretch open & spit on. His toy he gets to rape. 

Before Cam can even ask why his father is dressed like that, he's getting thrown over shoulder & carried into the house. Having not even an inkling of what's happening, Cam asks his father for some information.

"Dad, where are we going?"

For a moment, Lenny considers keeping silent. Lenny isn't concerned with keeping Cam informed, in the same way he's not concerned with keeping a rubber toy informed. Cam's existence is consent enough, in Lenny's eyes.

But another thought occurs to Lenny. If Cam knew what was to come, maybe he would struggle more. He wants that.

"I'm going to rape you."

While they weren't face-to-face, Lenny could practically feel the blood drain from Cam's face.

"What?" Cam asks with a worried tone. Cam is thinking "What if I misheard dad?"

"I'm going to rape you, Cam."

Cam had hardly gotten any sex ed yet, but knows that rape is bad. They're almost to Lenny's bedroom, now, so Cam starts putting up a fight, as though entering that room will seal the deal, will ensure that bad things will happen to him. Unbeknownst to him, though, his fate was decided when he met his father's eyes at the doorway.

Lenny uses both hands to pin his son down to his much larger frame, quashing his son's struggle, futile as it was. Cam catches on quick, switching to begging.

"Dad, please let me down! This isn't funny, let me go! Please, dad!"

He walks them into his bedroom, locking the door on entering. With ease & a smirk, Lenny throws his small son onto his bed. "No."

He begins to strip Cam, holding him down with a free hand. While taking his clothes off one-handed wasn't the easiest thing, his disregard for ripping them helped. Soon, his nude son, thin and weak, with short horns & a shorter dick, is looking at him with fear, paralyzed.

He lets go of his son. Disrobing his jockstrap, Lenny is now naked, his much larger dick fully erect. With one hand, he reaches out to Cam, who flinches at his touch, and lifts both legs, giving Lenny a look at the hole he was about to take. It's even more beautiful than he had hoped; he was going to destroy that beauty.

Words are now finding their way back to his son.

"Dad, please..." he manages to get out through tears & gritted teeth. "Please, don't..."

As his cock approached his son's hole, Lenny is becoming more sure than ever that this is what he wants. His huge pedo dick is throbbing in anticipation for fucking another child, and he loves giving his cock what it wants. By any estimation, Lenny's cock is admirable. Thick, 10 inches long, and with a medial ring, the ram loves his cock. He loves his cock more than he loves his son. While one of his hands are bending Cam's legs in youthful flexibility, his other gathers some spit & applies it to his cock, beginning his entry with force.

Lenny's cock head spreading open his only son is met with the father's deep moan, throwing his head back in bliss. An onlooker would also hear Cam's cries of fear turning into cries of pain. Until he bumps the tinier ram's hole with his medial ring, Lenny notices nothing other than the absolute pleasure of entering a child. Eventually, he notices his son's cries, like music to the rapist. He locks eyes with his son, basking in the sadistic bliss of Cam's pained gaze. He bottoms out, then decides to give Cam an idea.

"Do you think our neighbors can hear you?" Lenny knows they couldn't, but the idea was planted. Cam's cries of pain are forming into words.

"HELP! HELP ME!" Cam begins screaming, and that's Lenny's cue to fuck properly, now that the mood was truly set. Now, he can really show his fucktoy his place. His son could scream, cry, beg, and nothing would change; Cam would still be his 10-year-old cocksleeve. The boy needed to know how hopeless struggle would be, and Lenny is reveling in showing him.

"What do you want the neighbors to do?" Lenny interrupts, pausing his thrusts.

"STOP YOU!"

"Stop me from what?"

"R..."

"You got it, what am I doing?"

"RAPING ME!" Cam lets out with an especially deep sob.

"That's it, good job Cam..." Lenny says, stroking the little ram's cheek. Lenny has no illusions that this was a flicker of consideration for his son. No, that part of him was dead. "The neighbors, though, they can't hear us. And yes, I'm raping you. I'm raping you right now..." he resumed his thrusts.

"Tomorrow..." He's down to the root again. Cam's eyes looked hopeless.

"And every day after that. Every day, your pedophile father is going to rape you." The crying resumed. "If you tell anyone..." The larger ram's free hand roamed slowly & gently up his son's body, all the way up to his son's neck. His gentleness ended with a sudden pressure, strangling his son. "I'll end your life."

With the last shreds of hope dashed from his son's eyes, his cries as pitiful as they were arousing, Lenny thought this as good a time as any to aim for the finish line. Hand still choking his son, he pounded with abandon. As his eyes frantically roam around his son, he keeps thinking about how his own flesh and blood is about to receive his pedo load, by force. And then, with a roar, he did.

Buried deep, the ram's thick cock unloads into the elementary schooler. His head swims, a warmth fills his body. A different kind of warmth fills his son's. Lenny releases his grip, met with gasps. The larger ram slowly pulls all ten inches out of his boy, looking onward, satisfied with his work.

Just a week ago, Lenny would have switched tack in exactly this position. But not now. Not after that experience. He knows, now, that this is what his life is going to be. He's smiling.