He couldn’t deny that his son’s pitiful begging had an effect on him.  Alex looked so sweet and helpless, and the tears just added to his preciousness.  Then his son was motioning to the nightstand where a variety of fun things were kept.  Frustration arose then, because he couldn’t deny that Alex was right.  Raw sex was unpleasant, even if he could get enough pleasure out of it to get off.  Which was more important, though?  Teaching Alex a lesson, or enjoying himself?  Grunting, he pulled free and went to fetch one of the bottles of lube.<br/><br/>“You better be grateful,” he warned, applying a generous amount before thrusting back in.  But he made up for the ease of friction with sheer power, slamming into Alex a lot harder than he would’ve dared before.  “Tell me how sorry you are again,” he ordered, wrapping a hand around Alex’s slender neck as he set a punishing pace, his hand squeezing more than enough to make breathing hard.