Chapter Text
Josh was surprised to see his father on the couch of his Chicago luxury apartment when he comes home from practice. Josh had thought that his dad was back in Australia. Josh dropped his bag and came to give his father a big hug with geninue excitement. Josh's dad hadn't been easy on the boy growing up, always pushing him to be his best but Josh understood it was because his dad loved him.
Josh: Oi Dad! Its so good to see you, what are you doing here?
Dad: Sit down son.
Josh sat down
Josh: Is everything ok?
Dad: It's not but it will be.
Josh: Alright, whats going on?
Dad: Your mother and I are not stupid, we read the news and the blogs. We know the kind of mucking around you are doing over here. Girls, drinking, drugs, partying all night. Joshua, we didn't raise you like this and we certainly didn't sacrifice our bloody time and money to see you throw it away. So I've come to instill some discipline into your life, get you back on track.
“Dad, I’m twenty-three,” Josh said. “I’m not a little boy, and you can’t tell me what to do. Besides, I’m doing well on the court.”
“Could be better,” his father replied. “You could be one of the greats. I’m not asking, boy. I’m your father.”
Josh didn’t know how to respond. Part of him bristled at being disciplined like a child; another part still feared the consequences of defying the man who’d shaped him. “Alright, Dad.”
“First order of business: your body hair,” his father said. “Body hair’s for men, and you’re acting like a boy. Bathroom. Shave everything below the neck.”
Josh stared at him, stunned. “Bathroom. Now.”
He moved slowly toward it, his father close behind. “Can’t we talk about this?”
“The talking’s over,” his dad said. “I’m here to mould you into a star.”
Josh stepped inside the bathroom, turning as his father followed. “What are you doing? I can handle it myself.”
“You’d best watch your tone,” his father said evenly. “I need to make sure it’s done properly. You’ll need help with your arse.”
Josh shuddered.
Josh pulled his shirt over his head, then stepped out of his trackies until he stood there in black boxer-briefs, his pale skin flushing despite himself.
“Undies too,” his dad said.
“No chance. You’re not seeing me naked.”
His father didn’t raise his voice. “I’m your dad. I’ve seen you naked plenty of times. And you’re naked around your teammates half the week anyway.”
“That’s different,” Josh snapped. “What’re they going to say when they see I’m smooth like a thirteen-year-old?”
His dad shrugged. “Tell them whatever you like. Tell them your old man’s trying to keep you honest.”
Josh knew he wasn’t winning. He shoved his undies down in one quick motion and immediately covered himself with both hands.
“Josh,” his dad said evenly, “I’m going to see it eventually. Move your hands.”
Josh didn’t.
“Your call,” his father went on. “Where do we start — pits, pubes, arse? Behave yourself and I’ll let you keep the hair below the knee.”
Josh stepped into the shower, his dad rummaged around for a razor and shaving cream and handed it to him. Josh turning facing away from his dad put the razor on the ground and took some shaving cream in his palm and spread it on his armpits, he quickly shaved the hair off of him.
He took a wash cloth and removed the cream.
Josh: Done.
Dad: Let me check.
His Dad came up from behind and put his hands into his son's armpits, and gave them a little tickle, cause Josh to giggle and flail.
Like a teenager Josh said: "Dad..... don't do that"
Dad: Still ticklish Joshie? Remember when you were little and we used to play tickle monster. Ok, enough mucking about, keep going.
The tickling for some reason made Josh's un-circumcised penis half erect. Humiliating him. Still facing away Josh shaved his pubic hair, his first symbol of manhood. He felt that something had been taken away from him.
Dad: Finished Joshie?
Josh nodded.
His dad put his hair over Josh's pubic mound, his hand "accidentally" scraped his son's half-hard penis, causing Josh to gasp.
Dad: Sorry bout that mate, good job on the shave job. Not much on your bum, should take just a minute. Hand me the razor and cream.
Josh did as requested, disgusted by his dad touching his penis but relieved that this nightmare was almost over.
His dad crouched down but not much considering Josh's height (6'7). He shaved the hair on his cheeks, Josh gritted his cheeks. His dad whistled while he worked.
His dad parted Josh's cheeks viewing his most private place.
Dad: "All good in there, take a shower and then we will chat."
Josh turned on the water and showered.
Josh stood under the water a moment longer than necessary before turning it off. He reached for a towel. His dad stayed in the doorway.
“Dry off,” his father said. “Then come out.”
Josh did. They faced each other, the air heavy but quiet.
“This isn’t about punishing you,” his dad said at last. “It’s about discpline.”
Josh scoffed. “Could’ve fooled me.”
His father didn’t rise to it. “You’ve got too much riding on this to be led around by every girl who smiles at you. Parties. Late nights. All that rubbish — it ruins careers.”
“I can handle myself.”
“That’s what every bloke says,” his dad replied. “Right up until he can’t.”
Josh folded his arms. “So I’m just meant to shut myself off from people?”
“No,” his father said. “You’re meant to have discipline. Routine. Early nights. Girls come later. Right now, they’re a distraction.”
A pause.
“I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you focused,” his father went on. “If that means embarrassing you, stripping things back, keeping you uncomfortable — so be it. You don’t get to drift if you want to be great.”
Josh swallowed. “And if I don’t want that?”
His father shrugged. “Too bad”
He clapped a firm hand on Josh’s shoulder. “Go to bed now boy. We’re training in the morning.”
_________________________________________________________________________________
Hope you all enjoyed. As always I appreciate your feedback and would like to continue this series, so if you have ideas for how Josh can be discplinied please let me know. [email protected]