Step-Dads Ass

The Commander's Punishment Lieutenant Commander Benjamin Cain was a man of discipline and order. His chiseled body, broad shoulders, and piercing blue eyes demanded respect. His step-son, Timothy, was the complete opposite. A scrawny, pasty-faced teen who never seemed to fit in. Benjamin, always so proud of his career in the military, found Timothy's weakness to be a constant source of frustration. One afternoon, as Benjamin returned from a long deployment, he found Timothy sprawled out on the couch, a video game controller in his hand. The sight of his step-son's slothfulness triggered something deep within the military man. As he stormed into the room, the veins in his neck bulging, Benjamin had had enough. "Stand up," he ordered. "I'm tired of seeing you waste your life like this." Timothy reluctantly rose, his eyes darting away in shame. Benjamin, unable to control his fury, reached into his duffel bag, pulling out a small, black device. The nano-shrinker, a powerful invention that had been stolen from a top-secret military project. Benjamin activated the shrinker, pointing it at Timothy. "You'll learn how small and insignificant you are," he growled. Timothy's expression twitched, then his body began to shrink. The teen's eyes grew wide with panic, his voice a high-pitched squeak as he begged for mercy. But Benjamin's mind was made up. Soon, Timothy was no bigger than Benjamin's thumb. The Lieutenant Commander flexed his hand, feeling the teen's body squirm under his grasp. "You'll be my plaything now," Benjamin sneered, lowering his hand onto his bare ass. With a swift smack of his cheek, Timothy was crushed against the rigid orb. The teen's screams echoed in Benjamin's ear, muffled by the muscle and flesh of his step-father's ass. The Commander's cock had begun to rise, aroused by the experience. He spread his cheeks apart, revealing his tight hole. With a sadistic grin, Benjamin lifted Timothy, pressing the teen's face against his anus. "Lick, you worthless piece of shit," he demanded. Timothy struggled, but Benjamin's grip was unyielding. The teen's tongue flicked out, making contact with the rim of the commander's hole. Benjamin moaned, feeling a jolt of pleasure run through him. He pushed Timothy's head further in, grinding his face against his ass. Benjamin then placed a hand on his cock, stroking it while Timothy continued to lick and clean the ring of muscle. The step-son's desperation and the humiliation of his tiny size only fueled the Commander's lust. As Benjamin's orgasm neared, he pulled Timothy from his ass, tossing the teen into the air. The hot jets of cum arched through the room, splattering against the wall and the ceiling. A few drops landed on Timothy, coating his body. "You'll remain shrunken, my little plaything, a constant reminder of your insignificance," Benjamin declared, placing the nano-shrinker back into his bag. From that day on, Benjamin subjected Timothy to all manner of degradation, using his body for his own enjoyment. Each humiliation, each moment of torment, was a form of punishment. And as Timothy cried out in despair, Benjamin only grew harder, more satisfied with each degradation, reveling in his new form of discipline. For the Commander, his step-son had become the ultimate form of sexual gratification.