Daddy's Boys by Mort
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This story contains elements of discipline and
infantilism. (which, in case you're uncertain, does NOT have anything to
do with children. It's an unusual but perfectly valid expression of
adult sexuality)
Spoilers: Anything up to and including "Existence" Dedication: For Gaby, who came through like a trooper when a virus wiped out my site. In exchange for her help, I offered to write her any story of her choosing. This is that story. |
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Once upon a time, there was a young boy who dreamed he was going to save the world. He was going to be a great hero and become so famous that everyone would know his name. He spent so many hours reading books of great adventures that his parents began to despair he would ever make anything of himself. The boy knew it was hard to be a world-saving hero when you lived on a farm in Kansas but despite deliberately running outside during several tornados, the only place he was magically transported to as a result was to his bedroom where his father would invariably tan his ass red for the stupidity of not climbing into the family's underground shelter. Time passed, as it does, and the boy grew into a young man, as is a boy's wont, but his dreams of changing the world remained with him, despite his parent's good-natured despair and his older brothers equally good-natured ribbing, and so one day he returned home late from school and confessed that he'd visited the recruitment center and signed on as a Marine. Now his parents were good plain farmers who were terrified by the idea of their youngest son becoming a soldier but they had come to live in Kansas after fleeing from a far less hospitable place and were too grateful to the Country that had adopted them to deny their son's desire to fight on behalf of the freedoms they now took for granted. They were as proud of him as they were worried about him. So, they gave their reluctant permission for the young man to leave. The young man, bouncing with excitement that his glorious destiny was now to be fulfilled, was trained in the bare rudiments of warfare and then was immediately taken half-way across the world to fight in a country he'd never previously heard of on behalf of people who didn't want his help. It wasn't quite what he'd envisaged. War certainly wasn't what he'd expected it to be. It wasn't glorious. It was just pain, and blood and senseless death. He didn't feel like a hero. Some days, he wasn't even sure whether he was even fighting on the right side. He lost himself in that strange, alien country. He forgot he was trying to be a hero and just concentrated on trying to stay alive and it was there, in Vietnam, that he died for the first time. Death had several effects on the young man's attitude to life. The first was that he became convinced that the *real* heroes were not those poor souls who bled out their lives on battlefields but the people who prevented wars happening in the first place. The power to change the world was not in the hands of a soldier with a gun, but in the hands of Politicians. The second major effect, which he experienced first hand as his parents fought for his disability rights against a Government that now wanted to disavow the very war he had been injured in, was that he came to the realization that the only pen that was 'mightier than the sword' was that wielded by lawyers. It was a Government lawyer who attempted to leave him wheelchair-bound in a Veteran's hospital. It was his parent's lawyer, paid for by a mortgage on the family farm, who secured him enough funding to not only pay for the operations that the military hospital had declined to perform but also a scholarship to attend University while he recuperated. Naturally, the young man took a major in Law. He minored in politics. He also fell in love with one of his nurses and married her on the day he graduated. In retrospect, he wasn't sure which of the three was the biggest mistake. The now not-so-young man never got the opportunity to practice the Law he had studied. He was recruited straight from Yale into the Federal Bureau of Investigation. For a man who wanted to change the world it seemed too good an offer to turn down. Although he had little interest in Law Enforcement per se, the Bureau was a prime career choice for someone who wanted to make a name for themselves in the echelons of Washington D.C. and although he started as a Field Agent it was clear from his first day at Quantico that he was being groomed for a significant role. Although it took almost twenty years to get his name onto the brass-plate of an Assistant Director's office, when he achieved it he was one of the twenty supposedly most powerful men in America. His marriage was significantly less successful. Which isn't to say that he didn't try to make it work. He took his duties as a husband seriously and applied as much effort into the marriage as he did into everything else. He had little interest in money and material things himself, but he understood that it was his duty to provide his wife with a good lifestyle and a healthy bank balance. Sharon wanted for nothing except for his company and it soon became apparent that she was quite content to find other company for herself. Another man might have divorced her. But since he wasn't that other man, he didn't. His only true regret was that his injuries had left him unable to have children and that since his wife had no maternal yearnings he couldn't even adopt a child. He wanted a son. It wasn't that he was worried about passing on the Skinner name. His brothers had more than fulfilled the family's desire for that form of immortality. His desire for a child was more basic than that. He wanted to love and nurture a boy. He felt he had lessons he could teach and experiences he could share. He knew that he would be a 'good' father. In a life of increasing disappointments where his own dreams seemed destined to never come to fruition, the one certainty he never lost was that he would have been a wonderful father if only he'd been given the chance to prove it. Life is full of disappointments. Sometimes, though, life throws a curve-ball and what seems impossible can come true in the strangest way. So this is the tale of how, at fifty years old, Walter Skinner unexpectedly became the daddy of *two* boys. The boys weren't his sons and the relationship he established with them was most certainly not one of a father. But he was their *daddy* and in two boys who had never known what it was to have a daddy's love, Walter Skinner finally learned that being a hero didn't have to be about saving the world. Sometimes it was enough just to save two lost souls.
The Morning After The Night Before Daddee new
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