Page 65 of Father Figure

“That was the best meal I’ve ever eaten!” Nicky exclaimed. He’d said that about each island we visited. Sam knew it, he’d heard it before, and we shared a smile behind Nicky’s back.

“Time for dessert.” Sam pulled a bottle from his backpack and passed it around. I recognized it right away, but it was foreign to Nicky, who removed the cap to take a sniff.

“Wow, that’s strong, but it smells good. What is it?”

“Mamajuana; a blend of dark rum, spices, and honey. Try it,” Sam urged with a wicked smile.

Mamajuana would knock Nicky on his ass after his fourth sip. Sam knew it, and was anticipating the show about to start.

“Easy,” I cautioned after he guzzled a huge swig.

“Don’t worry, Daddy, I’ll burn it off when we go swimming.”

Doubtful, but I let him have his fun.

“Did you know the legal drinking age here is sixteen?” he asked.

“Is that so? Then I guess you’re old enough to make good decisions.”

Of course, he giggled, knowing full well he was incapable of making good decisions where alcohol was concerned.

Sure enough, when the bottle was half empty, Nicky’s eyes were glassy, his giggles became louder, and his inhibitions became looser. About as loose as the drawstring on his swim trunks when he stood up, and they fell to his ankles. He kicked them off his feet into the sand and ran to the water’s edge.

“Come on Sam. Come on, Cass. Come swim with me.”

The zoomies kicked in, and he darted back and forth in the shallow surf, kicking, splashing, and laughing.

“Fuck it,” Sam cursed, dropping his shorts and chasing after Nicky.

I was content to just sit and watch them play as I finished off the last of the rum, but when Nicky dropped to his knees and began sucking Sam’s cock, I decided it was time to join them. It continued like that for an hour, Nicky teasing Sam’s dick, then running off to splash in the water, and Sam chasing after him to reclaim his mouth.

“When I catch you, little Nicky, you’re mine. Your Daddy won’t be able to save you.”

Nicky dared to come closer, and sent a huge volley of water at Sam, smacking him in the face with it, but when he tried to run away, he stumbled in the waves and fell, giving Sam a chance to catch up. Sam scooped him up like a sack of potatoes, dumping him over his shoulder, and smacked his ass good and hard. Nicky shrieked, trying in vain to kick his legs to get free.

Sam dropped him in the wet sand, and when Nicky tried to run, he tackled him, covering his small body with his much larger one. Nicky didn’t stand a chance; he was well and truly caught in Sam’s snare. He couldn’t overpower Sam, and I doubted he could beg and plead his way free.

Sam glanced at me with a wolfish smile, and I jogged over to join them. The fun and games weren’t over, they were just beginning.

Sam had Nicky pinned between his thighs and was tickling the life out of him. “Stop, stop,” he cried, visibly tortured. Nicky was laughing so hard he could barely breathe. “I'm gonna piss myself if you don’t stop,” he pleaded.

“Oh yeah? I heard you like that, so go ahead, piss yourself.”

I crouched beside them, and Nicky gave me a wounded glare because I’d betrayed him. “Daddy, you told him?”

“Sorry, baby, your Uncle Sam likes that sort of thing.” I wasn’t sorry at all, and my face showed it.

Part of the fun of topping a brat was having leverage over them, and Nicky’s newfound obsession with watersports was definitely leverage.

“Sam, please,” Nicky begged, red-faced and breathless.

“I’ll stop when you piss yourself.”

If it was possible, his face became redder. “Daddy, please.”

“Your Daddy can’t save you,” Sam warned. “He’s dying to see you piss yourself.”

Tears gathered in his eyes, and I wasn’t sure if they were from being tickled or from mortification, but he turned his puppy dog eyes on me, and when I shook my head no, he gave in to the inevitable with a broken sob. A stream of pale, yellow piss arced from the slit of his semi-hard cock and pooled on his belly.

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