Every father is a pervert. That much we know to be true; it is said that 80% of the CubLovers.net userbase is comprised of fathers, divorced or otherwise. Now what we might not know is the full extent of their perversions; where do the fathers’ fantasies start and where do they end? In the case of Bandit Heeler, they don't end. He wants it all to be real. 
After a hard day's work, he doesn't want to think. All Bandit wants is to get his nut, eat dinner and go to sleep. 

"Heya sweetie, welcome home!" Chilli greeted the tired, haggard looking dog by first wrapping her arms around his neck, but Bandit didn't so much as look in her general direction.
"Hello…" he muttered, huffing impatiently as he wished for the hug to end. 
Chilli pulled a disappointed face and slid away from her burly husband. Bandit kept on walking through the kitchen acting like she wasn't even there, setting his bag down atop the counter.
"Yaarghhh!" Bandit let out a loud, obnoxious yawn.
"Tired?" Chilli asked softly, kneading her fingers anxiously. She was now standing a few paces away from Bandit. A slight smile crossed the worn-looking features of the breadwinner.
"Yeah…" Bandit said, his voice low.
He then began walking over to the living room, feeling his cock bulge out his slacks as he did so. Bandit frowned a bit in frustration, and he widened his gait to accommodate for his horny cock and his fat balls, wishing they would unstick already.

"Hehehe!" The playful sound of his son playing with his cars in the living room always cleared the cobwebs away from his head, as well as made his dick lurch a little bit (but that part is only known to CubLovers subscribers who are well aware of Bandit's antics, blogging his perverted thoughts frequently).
"Ooop!" Bandit felt something firm hit his trousers and looked down to see the shocked expression of his kid, who was blushing slightly as he realised he just rushed head-first straight into that 'squishy thing in daddy's pants'.
"Sorry daddy!" The boy chuckled, looking up to his father with a wide smile, his tail wagging excitedly. 

Despite being a massive pervert and wanting nothing more than to rub his kid's face all over his musky crotch at that moment, Bandit's heart couldn't help but melt at the sight of his innocent, pure cub.

Taking hold of his son, he lifted the little tyke up by his underarms and rubbed noses with him, the son giggling as his father's facial hair tickled his cheeks.
Then, all of a sudden, Bandit stopped what he was doing and looked behind him. Chilli was nowhere to be seen. Good. That means alone time with his kid.

Carefully and quietly, he shut the door and turned to his curious son.
"So, tell me, did you hit daddy's thing down there?" Bandit asked in a hushed tone, increasing the pitch of his voice like he was talking to a child because, well yeah, he is.
The son immediately broke out into his familiar blush again and his eyes darted around the room anxiously.
"U-Um, yes daddy… Sorry." 
Bandit set his son down. Then the perverted dog licked his lips.
("Perfect. The kid's at the perfect crotch level. Lord forgive me for what I'm about to do… Or not.")
"Would you like to see it?" Bandit asked again.
The poor cub looked incredibly shocked! His body turned stiff as a statue, his ears stiffening up… But his eyes sparkled with a fervour his father has never seen before.

"Yes! Yes! YESSSS! I'd love to see your big thing, daddy!" Although the ear-splitting cries of the cub shouting as he bounced up and down in happiness made him throb so fucking hard you wouldn't believe, he still had to be clever about this.

"Shhhh. It's okay baby. Keep your voice down, okay?" Bandit pushed his finger against his son's lips, delighting in how soft they felt. The excited cub quickly calmed down and did what his father asked with astute seriousness.
The damn perv was starting to talk to his 11 year old kid like his fucking wife. 
This is exactly why men need to have cub slaves. They all crave for it deep down.

It's time to teach the boy a lesson. A lesson of cock. Of where he came from, and what he needs to nurse on.
"Now, son, every man has this thing. It's called a penis. Have you heard of it?" It's amazing how calm Bandit can be when he's teaching cubs about cock.

The cub put his finger against his chin, looking upward.
Then he nodded with a smile.
"Oh, uh-huh! I heard about it in class!" 
Bandit gestured for the cub to lower his volume, and he did so without question. What a great teacher. He can control the class so well.

"Now, what I want you to call it from now on is a 'cock'. Okay?" 
The cub mouthed the word a few times, causing Bandit to bite his lip as he heard that filthy word escape from a 11 year old's mouth repeatedly. 

("Fuck it, time to show the kid where he's come from.") 
Bandit unzipped his work trousers, falling to ankles instantaneously, as if they were held up only by the giant bulge his cock was making. This symbolises more than enough in itself - that, on the surface, Bandit is a kind and respected father and working man, but behind closed doors, all he wants to do is fiddle kids. What a chad.

The cub was left starry-eyed, his jaw hanging on the floor as he took in the breadth of meat before him. His father's thick thighs already took up most of his peripheral vision, but knowing that his father has got such a humongous shaft that threatens to tear the very fabric apart with how fucking erect he looks is a feat in of itself.

"So, kiddo, what is this?" Bandit asked, his voice starting to grow husky as he comes to the realisation that he's essentially flashing an 11 year old.
"It's a cock, daddy. It's my father's cock!"
Bingo. The kid's already getting the hang of it.

His dick visibly pulsed with every second. Bandit was waiting for this. Waiting for his kid to touch him. The sweet, longed-for embrace of a cub… Every cubophile's dream, and that or millions of fathers around the world, no less.

"Would you like to inspect it more closely?" Bandit asked calmly after a period of silence, literally begging for the cub to touch his fucking dick already. 
The son didn't reply, he simply leaned over… and shoved his face right into his father's musky bulge.
Bandit groaned and squinted his eyes shut, throwing his head back. 
("Victory. Victory at long last. The kid is finally doing it.)

"This is where I hit you, isn't it, daddy?" The boy's voice was a little muffled from the clothed meat as he rubbed his tender, small face all over his father's bulge, delighting in how spacious and squishy it felt.
"Yes, sweetheart, it is." Bandit replied, having to stop a tear from falling from his eye. He was also resisting every urge to fucking nut in his pants right then and there from feeling a kid's face against his dick. 

Then suddenly-
"Clyyyddeeeee! Would you like some dinner?!" 
Bandit instantly used one hand to slam the door shut in its frame while he used his other paw to shuffle up his trousers.
He looked at his shocked father with complete disbelief, unsure how to respond to his own mother until Bandit gave him a quick nod to go ahead once he was suitably clothed.

("Stupid women.")
"Yes, sure mommy, I'll come out soon!" The boy replied.
Once Bandit could hear those annoying footsteps fade into the kitchen, that's when he looked at his boy with a smile and ruffled his hair.
"We'll continue this lesson later, okay kiddo?" 
Clyde looked up at his father with a newfound tenderness, like his dad was his first love or something. A secret to keep between them.
"Okay, daddy." He whispered.

("Sexy little faggot.")
He waved his son goodbye before rushing upstairs.

---In the bathroom…

Bandit was so fucking horny. He never thought his wildest fantasies would come true, and he's starting to believe all the cub-loving preachers on the Internet. They do want it. He feels like a fool for not indulging in his son's curiosities earlier. Oh, think of how much nut he could've blown with his kid, instead of to him all the time…

Right now, the only thing he cares about is getting through this nut. Edged on by his fucking son, rubbing his face all over his dick like he was just some fuckin' boy whore, trained and ready for daddy's cum… It beggared belief. It was like something out of that wolf's stories. 

It didn't take long for him to get hit on in the CubLovers.net chatroom, after all, he's somewhat of a celebrity (you'd think any father would be, christ!) He found a new RP partner to play with, but judging by his responses, he's super subby and has a craving for that fat cock he loves to flaunt about on his profile picture and feed. It's just as well - Bandit needs to breed, and he bloody well wishes he was balls deep in his son's tight rear right now. He always loved watching his kid play on the floor. It was always so unbelievably erotic to him, like the damn cub was fuckin' inviting his father to slam his bubble butt into the ground. Dads. Deserve. To. Grind. Cub butts. Into. Dust.

Such was his motto on CubLovers.net, but what was waiting for him was something he couldn't have even hoped to envision. After a while of chatting dirty with this cute anonymous user, his dick hard as steel, Bandit's eyes widened with awe as he read the words on the screen:

"Btw I'm actually 15 >\\>"

Daddy Bandit blasted so fucking hard that you could be damn well sure he nearly made a dent in the ceiling from the force of his geysers of cum. He even let out a fart because his cum was that fucking hard. His phone screen was covered in cum so he couldn't even react to that information. He groaned so hard that Bandit is sure to have permanently displaced his vocal chords.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.
("Is this a dream? Am I dreaming?")
It's a cub lover's world for Bandit. A son that wants his cock, and a multitude of mysterious users on CubLovers.net that drool over him just as much, their ages unknown.

When he managed to wipe enough cum off his phone with his shaking hand, this is what he saw:

"I hope you came hard to that daddy. I did too. Love you >\\\<" 

Then some more cum came oozing out of his cock, until Bandit was nothing more than a shadow of his former self - a beast, addicted to masturbating his cock to young ones, squeezing it fully of spunk, dedicating every load to cubs. 

And guess what?
He'll go to work the next day, acting like nothing ever happened. Because that's what good working men do. Especially ones who need to provide for their family. What Bandit didn't know at first is that he was supposed to provide cum to his young one as well. Not to worry, that'll soon be fixed.