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As mentioned before, this chapter doesn't contain any "adult" material. It simply concludes the story... for now anyway. If you have any suggestions for what you might like to see out of this cast of characters in the future, then feel free to drop me a line. However, I already have a spin-off story planned out that I'm going to start working on next. I don't want to give away anything, but it doesn't center around either Brandon or Jake...

Chapter 7: Whiplash

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My alarm went off at 6:30, and I quickly rolled over to switch it off. Only after it had stopped ringing did my body register the pain associated with that quick movement. My thighs hurt, my abdomen hurt, my back hurt, my chest hurt, and even my outstretched arm hurt. I winced as I gently rolled back over onto my back and carefully began to stretch out. I felt like I had been hit by a truck... repeatedly, but I guess no one could say that I hadn't given it my all yesterday. I usually ached the morning after a good shoot, but this was ridiculous. I could barely move anything without a searing pain shooting through the rest of my body. Nevertheless, I forced myself up out of bed after I had done all the stretching I could handle. I eventually managed to hobble over to the bathroom, like an 80 year old man, before I managed to take a good dose of painkillers. After I had that all squared away, I hobbled over to my son's bedroom and gave a few knocks on the door.

"Time to wake up, Brandon," I said with a raspy morning voice. "I hope you didn't stay up too long last night." After I heard some bed sheet shuffling coming from inside his room, I hobbled my way over to the kitchen to see what I could make for breakfast.

I waited for a few minutes for my son to emerge from his room, but after hearing no further sounds I yelled out, "Brandon, time to get up! Don't make me come in there and get you!"

My empty threat was enough to finally get him to walk out the door after another minute or so. As he gingerly made his way to the bathroom, I managed to ask, "How do you feel?"

"Like crap," he said in a tone which made me laugh.

"I left some aspirin for you on the sink," I said as he weakly closed the door.

After a few minutes he emerged from the bathroom and hobbled back into his own room to change. Just as I began sliding the pancakes onto the serving plate my son came out of his room once again. "Could you get the syrup from the fridge?" I said as the microwave *beeped* to tell me that it had finished heating the sausage. I grabbed up everything I could hold in my paws and brought it all over to the table. My son met me there with the syrup, and we both gingerly took a seat.

Brandon looked extremely uncomfortable sitting down on the hard wood seat, and before he even managed to grab any food he quickly stood up once again.

"That bad, huh?" I said somewhat concerned. My son simply nodded his head. "Let me see." Brandon carefully made his way over towards me while unbuttoning his pants. When he was standing next to me, he slid both his pants and his boxers down to reveal his black and blue ass cheeks.

"Yeah," I said compassionately, "that's going to hurt for a bit." I then gently spread his cheeks apart to take a good look at his tailhole. "That looks like it's healing well though," I said as I released Brandon from my grasp.

He slowly pulled up his pants and said, "It still hurts though."

"I know it does," I replied comfortingly. "I told you that daddy's job isn't all fun and games. But, you're the lucky one. My entire body hurts just as much as your butt does right now..."

There was a small lull in our conversation before Brandon said, "Daddy, do I have to go to school today?"

I looked at him somewhat sternly before he added. "I won't be able to sit in those chairs all day long anyway."

He did have a good point... I let out a sigh and said, "Your mother would kill me if she found out that I let you skip school...."

"I promise I won't tell her!" Brandon quickly added in.

"On the other hand," I continued, "given the circumstances... I guess it would be a good idea for you to stay home. But I do have a few conditions." My son looked at me eagerly before I went on. "Number one: No matter how bad you feel, you're going to have to go to school tomorrow. Mommy's going to be home then, so you can't make any excuses. Number two: When mommy gets home, you're going to have to hide your X-box whenever she's around. That is, until I tell her about the movie."

My son looked disappointed as he quietly said, "How long will that be?"

"Well," I replied, "Kyle should have the movie put together by tonight, so then all he has to do is sell it and pass the money on to us. Normally, it takes a few days."

My son was just about to burst out with a complaint, but before he could I added, "And number three: Have fun playing your X-box whenever mommy's out of the house, like right now. You've definitely earned it." His face lit up in a smile as those words reached his brain. "Deal?" I said before taking a bite of my rapidly cooling pancake. He slowly nodded his head a few times. "Alright then," I said with a smile, "eat and go have some fun."

Brandon did just that as I cleaned up and piled all of the dishes into the sink. However, instead of cleaning them I simply made my way back to my bed, set the alarm for 11:30, and went back to sleep.

I woke up feeling a bit better than I had a few hours ago, but I was still far from perfect. After giving myself a few cosmetic and pharmaceutical touch-ups, and telling my son to behave while I was gone, I got into my car and drove to Kyle's apartment to finish the movie.

Even though there were quite a few overdubs to do, it didn't take all that long. Most of the time I spent there was dedicated to watching through the scenes, and helping Kyle piece them all together. He'd been working on editing the movie himself ever since last night, but it's always good to get a second opinion on things. And, especially since this was my son's first movie, I wanted this one to turn out as good as possible. Although, on the other hand, I didn't really want anyone to see it. I couldn't help but think how this movie could possibly hurt my son later on in life. What if he won the Nobel Prize or something, and then, all of a sudden, this video surfaced? But, I eventually pushed stupid thoughts like that aside and concentrated on making the movie itself.

Kyle and I were just putting the final touches on the movie when I noticed the time. "I've gotta run, Kyle," I said as I looked up at the clock on the wall. "My wife's plane lands in an hour, and I still got to get home to pick up my son."

"Alright man," Kyle replied tiredly, "I'll keep you up to date on what's happening with this movie." He took a pause before adding, "And Jake, thanks so much for doing this once again. I was a bit worried on how everything would turn out, but I think we've got one hell of a movie here. You and Brandon preformed spectacularly, and you guys deserve all the credit for keeping this studio alive."

He almost looked as if a tear was about to pop out of his eye, but before I could watch it happen, he quickly stood up and wrapped me in a tight hug.

I lightly tapped him on the back as I replied with, "All I need to see is the next script and I'll be happy... Oh, and the check from this movie as well."

Kyle slowly let go of me, and when his face passed by mine there was a smile etched into his beak. "I'll get to work on it as soon as I reach a deal for this one."

"Don't work too hard," I said as I began to make my way out of the apartment. "I think you need to get some sleep first."

"I'll sleep when I'm dead," Kyle replied humorously before I finally made my exit.

After a quick drive home to pick up my son (which meant having to pry him away from his X-box), we started the drive to the airport. The drive was mostly silent (silent in discussion anyway. I had the music blasting for most of the trip), but as we got close I turned down the music and said, "Now remember, don't mention anything about yesterday to mom under any circumstances, got it? You just sat at home and did... whatever you normally do on a Sunday. And don't mention anything about your X-box, or the stuff we did together to get ready for the movie either, okay?"

My son simply nodded a few times in agreement.

"Well," I said out to no one in particular, "at least both of us are feeling a bit better than this morning. That should make it easier to hide some things."

After navigating around the airport, and almost getting lost a few times, we finally found the correct gate. We didn't have to wait long before the flight began to disembark, and I had the honor of watching the most beautiful lioness in the world make her way over to us. "Hey honey," I said before giving her a big welcome kiss.

"Hey boys," she said as she bent down to exchange a 'hello' kiss with Brandon as well, "I missed you two."

"We missed you as well," I said as Jill bent back upwards. "How was the trip?"

"Hit and miss," She said in return, which meant that I was going to get an earful before we went to sleep tonight. "How was your weekend?"

"Oh, you know," I said nonchalantly, "the same old lazy weekend it usually is. Brandon managed to score a goal on Saturday though."

"Hey!" my wife said as she gave Brandon a kiss and ruffled his hair a bit, "That's my boy!" There was a small pause before Jill finally said, "Lets get going. I'm tired and I really want to get back home. Trips are nice, but being away from everything isn't."

On the car ride home, Jill kept busy by telling us just how it was like in Mexico over the past few days, and what she did while she wasn't working. Most of her descriptions focused in on the beach and stupid things her friends got each other to do. She even gave my son a pair of maracas as a souvenir, which kept him occupied during the rest of the car trip.

Once we made it home, my wife quickly headed for the shower while I tried to make all three of us a decent dinner. Once all that was taken care of, and my wife had unpacked and settled in, we went off to bed early so I could listen in on all the juicy details about her shoot...

The next few days went by fairly quick, and everything seemed back to normal once again. Brandon went off to school as usual, and when he was home he was busy at his computer (besides the one or two times I let him pull out his X-box). Jill had some finishing touches to put on the movie, but after that she fell back into her normal routine. I quickly fell back into my normal routine of eating, sleeping, and going to the gym as well. Then, all of a sudden, I got a call from Kyle.

"Hello?" I said as I picked up shortly after seeing Kyle's name come up on the caller ID.

"Jake! Hey man!" Kyle said way too happily, "How's it going?"

"Fine, I guess" I replied a little timidly. "What's got you all excited?"

"You'll need to come here and find out yourself," he said before quickly hanging up.

Having a good idea what it was that got Kyle all excited, I quickly hung up the phone and made my way into Brandon's room. I gave a loud knock before making my way inside. "Hey Brandon," I said as I quietly entered the room. He was busy shooting someone or something on his computer.

"Yeah dad?" he said without even taking his eyes off the screen.

"You can play your X-box whenever you want now," I replied quietly so my wife wouldn't hear. "I'm about to go off to Kyle's and pick up the finished movie."

As I finished saying those words, Brandon instantly switched off his computer, and quickly ran over to his X-box to begin setting it up.

"Just... watch out when I get back, okay?" I said cautiously. "You know how your mom can be sometimes when she's not in a good mood..."

"Okay dad," he said back without much behind it. He was too busy setting up his X-box to really care what I said. Nevertheless, I made my way out of his room, quickly grabbed my car keys, yelled out, "I'm going to Kyle's," without any further explanation to my wife, and quickly drove off.

Kyle was waiting for me with a huge grin on his beak, and a DVD case hidden behind his back. After pestering him about it for a few minutes, he finally gave it up. It was just as I had expected: the movie my son and I had made over the weekend. On the top of the box it said "The Lonely Man's Son," and right below it there was a big picture of me and my son engaged in doggy style sex while both of our faces were contorted with moans of pleasure.

I looked over the rest of the box, which contained several screenshots from various scenes in the movie, before saying, "I don't really like the title, but the rest of it looks pretty good."

"The distributors wanted to pick their own titles," Kyle replied quickly, "and this was the one from... Japan I believe. But, you have one of only two English copies ever made. The other one is sitting inside my safe for my own records." There was a slight pause before Kyle continued with, "Well, open it! Check out the inside!"

I could tell that he was hiding something inside, but I nearly dropped the case on the ground when I found out what it actually was. Inside was a check. A BIG check. "Is..." I managed to sputter out eventually, "Is this... for me?"

"Well," Kyle exclaimed as his big surprise was finally unveiled, "that's both yours and Brandon's cut from the movie. I told you that they were willing to pay big, and they absolutely loved it! They all pretty much said it was the best father/son incest movie they'd ever seen... which I guess is a really good compliment."

"I... um... I..." I stuttered, still in shock from the number written on the piece of paper.

"I felt the same way when I first tallied up all the numbers as well," Kyle said while enjoying the situation. "And the cut that the studio got will be enough to start filming a host of new movies! None of our regular actors will be disappointed at their lack of shoots. I've already got a few ideas in the works."

I sat there, stupefied for another moment, before I finally managed to say, "You know, I was planning on using this money to partially pay for Brandon's college education. But, unless he gets into Harvard or something, this should be way more than enough to fully cover it."

"And he deserves it," Kyle said back, "Every penny. Without him this movie would've never happened. We all took a huge risk on this thing, and it looks like it paid off."

"Now I've just got to convince Jill that I didn't horribly scar Brandon for life..." I said back which sort of killed the vibe in the room.

"I wish you all the luck in the world with that," Kyle said in a slightly more serious tone. "If all else fails, blame it on me."

"I will," I said as I pulled Kyle into a strong hug for a change.

As we pulled away from each other Kyle added in, "If it... doesn't go well... and you need a place to stay, feel free to stay here as long as you need to."

"You're not helping me feel very confident," I said back with a sigh.

"It'll be fine," Kyle said quickly reversing his tone. "Once you show her the money she'll understand."

"That's a bit better," I said before turning around and slowly making my way out the door.

On the drive home, I ran through multiple scenarios in my head of what might happen when I told Jill. But, as I stepped through my front door with a check in one paw and a DVD case in the other, I realized that it was foolish to try and plan something like this out.

"What was all that about, honey?" my wife said before I could even take my shoes off. And, before I knew it, she was standing right in front of me waiting for an answer.

"I... um..." I managed to barely get out.

"What was so important that you had to rush out like that?" Jill added.

I considered all my options before finally handing her the check. "This is what Kyle wanted to see me about," I said as the check left my paw.

Jill took a quick look at it, and then quickly did a double take. Her eyes went wide as she saw the number. "Nine... ninety-eight... thousand... dollars?" she stammered. "Is this real?"

"It's as real as all of Kyle's other checks have been," I replied with a slowly growing smile on my face.

"My god..." Jill said still flabbergasted, "This is... more than twenty times what either of us normally makes per movie! We'll be set for the rest of the year with this! What did you have to do?!?"

Swallowing in a nervous gulp, I shakily handed her the DVD case. "That," I said with just as shaky a voice.

My wife studied the case for quite some time without even realizing what she was looking at. I guess I really had to give Linda credit for that. When your own wife doesn't recognize either her husband or her son for a time, then you know the stylist has done a good job. But, eventually, her face began to show that she was putting two and two together. She went through a huge emotional swing in the span of a few seconds: from confused to shocked to depressed to finally becoming angry. I was about to say something to break the silence between us, but just before I could my wife struck first.

I didn't even see her paw flying through the air. The only thing I remember is the loud *SMACK* as her flying paw made contact with my cheek. And, as if the smack wasn't bad enough, she had partially extended her claws in order to leave me with a few bright red scratch marks across my left cheek. Out of all the things I expected to happen, I hadn't expected her to hit me straight away. The blow stunned me momentarily, but once I found myself in control again I simply brought my own paw up to comfort my cheek.

"YOU... YOU... YOU MONSTER!" my wife shouted out loud enough for Kyle to hear in his apartment. "How could you do something like this to a ten year old boy! Your own son no less! You sick, perverted, freak! You went and raped MY son, causing him untold pain in the process, just so Kyle could make a few bucks! And now the whole world gets to watch as Brandon was scarred for life... all because of you!"

My wife's yelling had turned from pure anger in the beginning to a weak but painful sobbing towards the end. "Honey," I said as calmly and comfortingly as I could, "It was nothing like that, I swear."

I was rewarded with another, albeit softer, swipe from her paw for my effort. She quickly threw down the DVD case, along with the check, and started to frantically sob while she turned her back on me. I left her alone for a minute or so, but just as I was beginning to move in to comfort her, she suddenly sprung up and just about ran to Brandon's room.

After a short moment's pause I followed after her, and, if the mood in the house hadn't been so dramatic at the moment, I would've been witness to a humorous scene. Jill had Brandon completely smothered in an all encompassing hug, but Brandon was more concerned about playing his video game than the hug. He struggled to maintain a grip on his controller as Jill had his upper arms bound tight, and he was busy trying to snatch a peek around or over my wife's shoulder. It also didn't help that his headset was slowly being forced up and off of his head either.

"What did Daddy do to you?" I heard Jill say in a sad, sobbing sort of tone. "You poor thing! I promise that I'll never leave you alone with him again! He'll never have another chance to do what he did to you, I can promise you that! It must have been horrible! The pain, the humiliation, the indignity! And you're just a boy, not some big stupid idiot like all the rest of them are! I'm so sorry I let this happen!"

Somewhat indifferent to my wife poring her heart out to him, my son simply continued to squirm before responding with, "Mom, I can't see!"

It was around that point that I finally had enough of Jill's assumptions. "Jillian!" I yelled out (we only use each other's full names when we're extremely serious), "will you take a step back and look at him! Does he look like someone who has recently been forcefully raped? Does he look traumatized by the experience? Hell, has he complained that his butt hurts even once the entire time you were home? He's absolutely fine, Jill. Everything you think happened during that shoot isn't how it really happened."

My wife pulled back slightly from my son upon hearing my voice in the room, which gave Brandon a good view of his TV. Once he had started to get settled back in, and once I was finished talking, he added in, "I'm fine mom. It really wasn't that bad," without even taking his eyes off the TV.

Jill, being outnumbered two to one at this point, slowly let go of my son, and, with some residual anger and sadness left inside her, brushed past me in the doorway to storm out of the room.

A few seconds elapsed before, I think, Brandon got killed in his game and had a few free seconds. "Am I in trouble, dad?" Brandon said to me as I still lingered in the doorway. I walked over to him, gave him a kiss on the top of the head, and responded, "No, you're not in any trouble. Daddy, on the other hand... well, I might be. Things could be going worse though. It's just... when you're done playing we all need to have a little talk about what really happened. And maybe, if everything turns out alright, we can watch the movie we made. Sound good?"

My son just nodded his head since his attention had refocused back on the game.

With a sigh, I slowly left Brandon's side and made my way back into the living room. Jill was busy crying on the couch, and after a moment of simply watching her I made an effort to calmly sit down next to her. She quickly scooted away from me as I sat down, so I decided not to push the issue at this point. Instead, I softly said, "Jill, I'm sorry about lying to you and hiding this from you. It's just that... I felt like I needed to do this shoot. Kyle was serious about the whole "losing my job" thing. The power in the studio was shut off a week before the shoot, and Kyle didn't have any other way of getting it back on. Without this movie everyone there would've been without a job, including me."

I watched for any positive signs coming from my wife, but there was nothing so far. So, I continued with, "Trust me. This was one of the last movies that I ever wanted to do, but I made absolutely sure that Brandon was comfortable the entire way through. I never "forced" him to do anything. If he ever had any issues with anything whatsoever, then we would've stopped the shoot on the spot. I also made sure to have him well stretched out and lubed up before the shoot started, and I made sure to keep him that way all throughout the day. I've been doing this for more than twelve years Jill, and in that time I've learned how to make a shoot as easy and painless as it could possibly be. I did everything in my power to make it that way for Brandon. The last thing I'd ever want to do is to hurt him. I love him just as much as I love you."

Again, I paused for some positive sign from Jill. Although her sobs had, for the most part, cleared up, she still made no motions towards me. I decided to carry on with the last angle I had. "And it's not like he did this for free, either. That check you had in your hands is all his. He deserves it. I know we'd had some talks about how we were going to pay for Brandon to go to college, but now, for a simple days work, we won't have to worry about the money anymore. He's got more than enough to pay for college now, and after we put it in the bank and get a few years of interest on it, he'll have enough money to pay for his books and everything else he'll need. For a day or two of inconvenience, don't you think it's worth it? I wish I could've paid for myself to go to college with one shoot. And now, Kyle has got plenty of money to start up new projects regardless of how well they sell. Not only is Brandon's financial future sound, but ours will be too."

Jill gave me no indication of anything at this point, so I finally decided to slide in a bit closer to see how she'd react. When she didn't slide away from me, I knew it was a good time to gently throw my arm around her and begin to comfort her. She didn't enthusiastically lean into it, but she made no effort to pull away either. We stayed together like that for a few moments until Brandon appeared from out of his room. He cautiously walked over to his parents without saying a word, and when he got close enough my wife quickly pulled him into a big hug. She started asking him tons of questions, but, since most of them could've been answered by simply watching the movie, I threw the suggestion out there.

My wife was very hesitant to agree, but my son eventually convinced her to watch it with us. He was pretty eager to see how it had turned out himself, and you could only resist someone that cute for so long. So, I went over to the DVD box, which was still laying on the floor, took out the DVD, and stuck it in the player.

My wife was pretty astonished by the time the ending credits started to roll, but that didn't stop her from asking a myriad of questions, mostly to my son. Brandon answered all of them truthfully, and eventually Jill was at least somewhat convinced that Brandon was going to be alright. After one last big family hug, Jill finally said, "This whole thing has drained me. I'm going off to bed."

"Not a bad idea," I replied. Then I added, "You've got to get to bed soon too, Brandon. You've got school tomorrow."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Brandon replied as he slowly made his way back to his room.

I got up and stretched out before slowly making my way to my own bedroom. "Where do you think you're going?" I heard Jill say behind me.

"Um... to bed?" I said cautiously.

"Oh, no you don't!" she replied quickly. "You're sleeping on the couch until further notice. I'm still furious with you."

I pushed both my ears flat against my head in a plea for sympathy, but she was having none of it. Defeated, I slowly made my way back to the couch as Jill made her way to our bedroom alone.

"Goodnight," I said as she closed the door while getting nothing in return. I couldn't be too angry at her though. Of all the things that could've happened after this confrontation, me having to sleep on the couch was one of the best outcomes possible. I counted my blessings as I curled up and slowly began to fall asleep.