Alex wiped tears from his eyes with the back of his hand as his father dropped his pants. This was better than being beat with a belt, wasn’t it?<br/><br/>Alex squeaked as he fell back when his father tugged his ass to the edge of the bed and bent him back. Though once he realized that his father intended to more or less go in dry he changed his mind about that. His eyes welled up with tears again as they started to stream down the sides of his face.<br/><br/>“Please...” Alex gasped out through the pain. Alex tucked his knees up along his father’s sides and squeezed slightly to get him to slow. Alex’s voice was thick with the pain and tears and nearly choked out the words. “I’m sorry... I’m sorry, daddy. Please please don’t hurt me. I’m sorry.” He curled forward, reaching his hands out and put them on his father’s stomach to try to get him not to drive into him again.<br/><br/>There was lube and pretty much anything else they needed in the night stand drawer less than three feet away. He just didn’t want to be sore for days again. His mind was already swirling with what to say. Begging didn’t seem to help, asking him to stop was probably not going to work. He licked his lips and hiccuped as he fought down a soft cry. “It will feel better for you...” Alex pointed toward the grey marbled nightstand with the soft pink lamp on it.