It’s not unusual for Tommy’s father to appear by himself, unlocking the door to the rectory and letting himself in. It is unusual for him to enter alone and lock the door behind him, solemn and quiet.
Tommy sits up on the bed, immediately nervous. It’s a Thursday. He’s already had one client this morning, but otherwise the day has been more or less uneventful. There’s nothing particularly special about it, except-
“You’re eighteen today,” his father says. “Legally an adult. Congrats.”
Tommy’s mind rushes for what that could possibly mean, in the grand scheme of things. He comes up blank, except for the unthinkable possibility of- “Does... does that mean you’re gonna let me go?”
His father just laughs, harshly. Of course not. That would be far too much to hope for. Tommy waits patiently, knowing his father will tell him eventually what is expected of him. In his own pathetic way he’s grateful for the attention, for his father’s apparent good will. At least he remembered, if nothing else.
Tommy’s father grabs his crotch in a vulgar gesture, thrusting it towards his son. “I got your birthday present right here, boy,” he leers. “Why don’t you come and unwrap it?”
Tommy’s eyes widen. His father never fucks him himself. Well, that’s not entirely true. He did the first time they came home to the rectory, or at least he forced Tommy to pleasure him. But since then he hasn’t touched him even once. Sure, he seems to enjoy watching other men fuck his son. He’ll even come on Tommy after they’re done, as a sort of parting shot. To Tommy those hot loads of cum on his face or stomach or ass have become something of a perverse reminder that his father still cares, that the man hasn’t completely abandoned him. But this...
Feeling absurdly grateful for the opportunity, Tommy falls to his knees on the carpet in front of his father and eagerly begins to undo the man’s fly, reaching in pulling out his father’s organ. He brings his mouth to it reverently, kissing up its length and nuzzling it with his cheek. He’s not sure why he feels this way. He would have expected to resent this offer; by all rights he should at least be terrified. But his father never gives him attention like this. It’s so rare, it makes him feel like his heart is breaking. He opens his mouth and gulps the head of the man’s cock into it, groaning as he sucks wantonly on the proffered member.
He hears his father smirk and a hand comes to rest on his head. Tommy feels like he could cry. “There’s the cock hound I’ve come to expect,” his father says nastily. “Does it taste good, boy?”
Tommy makes noises of enthusiasm around his father’s cock as he slobbers all over it, coating it with his tongue and drooling a little in his haste to swallow it. When his father pets his hair it makes him moan. He can hardly believe himself. He had no idea this was something he was craving. How is that even possible?
His father lets Tommy suck him off for a good while. Tommy does his best to show that he’s grateful, that he loves his father, that he’s... what? Sorry? Worthy of his father’s pride and affection? He doesn’t even understand his own motivations. All he can do is swallow the man’s cock deep, lick and suck on it with all the skill he’s acquired from servicing hundreds of customers. He practically worships the thing, surprisingly desperate to hear his father tell him that he’s doing a good job.
Eventually his father’s hand in his hair fists harshly, drawing him back. Tommy swallows the saliva that has accumulated in his mouth and awaits further instruction.
His father drags him to the bed, shucking off his own pants and underwear and leaning back against the headboard. Tommy remembers the pose vividly from the first time his father touched him, the man’s arms splayed across the back of the headboard like he owns the place. His father isn’t smiling this time. In fact he looks oddly troubled. Tommy hopes desperately that he’s not angry, that this won’t mean some kind of punishment.
“Show me how you’ve improved,” the man demands.
Tommy shyly but quickly removes his clothing, ready to obey any command. He sits facing his father and then lies back, arching up his hips to display the dildo currently embedded inside him. He grabs the base with one hand and starts fucking himself with it, on full display for the man in front of him.
“Do you want my slutty little hole?” he croons at his father. “It’s all nice and ready for you. It’s so hot and throbbing, it can’t wait to take your big fat cock. Can I put it in me? Am I allowed?”
“Go for it,” his father growls.
Tommy yanks the toy from his anus and sits back up, shuffling over to straddle his father’s lap. With practiced ease he lines himself up over the spit-slick erection and then starts to lower down, feeling the spike of his father’s cock begin to breach him and slide slowly up inside.
“Ooooh,” he groans. “Oh, that’s right, that’s just perfect. That’s what I wanted. It feels so good to have you in me. I’ve been dreaming of this for so long.” That’s certainly not true, and yet, he feels strangely honest when he follows it up with, “Why did you wait so long to come back and fuck me again? Don’t you want me? Don’t I satisfy you? You don’t miss my tight little boy-pussy?”
His father’s eyes are partially closed, his gaze far away. “It’s definitely still tight, I’ll give you that,” he grunts. “A goddamn miracle considering how many men have plowed you over the past few years. You’d think a hole that could fit an entire man’s forearm up inside it would be looser by now.”
“It’s squeezing you because it’s so excited to have you,” Tommy gushes. “It’s so eager to be filled by you.” His slow slide of penetration bottoms out in his dad’s lap and he begins to raise himself up in slow, deliberate thrusts, fucking himself good and deep on his father’s cock. “You feel so good inside me,” he mewls.
“Yeah?” says his father.
“Oh yeah,” Tommy confirms. Even he’s not sure if he means it or not. He’s certainly used to this enough by now that he knows how to find physical pleasure in it, and that skill is mixing with his uncertain and fraught emotions to create a maelstrom of sensation that he could never hope to disentangle. All he can do is hold on through the storm and follow his training. “I love it. You’re filling me up so good.”
“That’s right,” his father mutters. His hands are around Tommy’s hips. “Take it, Baby.”
“Yeah,” Tommy encourages. “That’s good. That’s good. Give it to me. I want all of it.”
His father’s hand fumbles around wildly on the bedsheets for a moment before coming back up with the toy Tommy had so recently discarded. He hands it to him. “Here,” he growls, “I want to watch you suck on that while you fuck yourself on my cock.”
Tommy whimpers, but takes the offered toy and does as he’s told. He holds the base in both hands and slides it into his mouth, relaxing and working it steadily down his throat. At least he’s gotten somewhat used to regular enemas at this point, so it doesn’t taste too rancid. He groans appreciatively around it as he redoubles his up-and-down thrusts, bouncing rhythmically on his father’s dick.
His father has apparently been working on his stamina, because he shows no signs of coming even as Tommy’s performance drags on and on and on. Tommy sucks on the toy and fucks himself and fucks himself and fucks himself and still his dad just leans back and enjoys the show.
Finally Tommy can’t take it anymore; his vision is starting to cloud from lack of oxygen. He yanks the dildo back out of his throat with a gasp and pants, breathless, gulping in air. “Please Daddy, please,” he begs, hoarse, “come inside me already. I need it.”
Rather than pleasing him, however, this new dirty talk seems to enrage his father. The man grabs him once again by the hair and rips him out of his lap, pulling him up off the man’s cock. His hole twitches in bereft surprise at its newfound emptiness. Before Tommy can get his bearings, his father has spun him around and forced his head down onto the bed, hips cocked in the air to give access to his ass.
His father is back inside him seconds later, pounding his hole like a punishment. To keep Tommy from moving forward with the viciousness of his thrusts, he grabs the boy’s arm and twists it painfully up behind his back. “Don’t call me Daddy!” he barks, slamming his cock hard into Tommy’s hole. “Call me Nelson!”
Tommy’s never been asked to use his father’s first name before. “A-ah,” he sputters, still dizzy from the sudden change in pace. “N-Nelson! Oh, Nelson, please! Your cock is going so deep into me like this! It feels so good! Pound me hard, Nelson!”
He’s rewarded with a redoubled pace. His father slams into him like an animal, holding him in place and ravishing his body, storming it like an invading army. Tommy is fucked so hard he feels like he can taste his father’s cock when he swallows.
His father’s other hand comes to rest on the back of his neck, not quite enough to fully choke him, but cutting off his air enough to make Tommy feel dizzy again. “Yeah, that’s right,” he hears his father mutter under his breath. “Teach you to fuckin’ leave.”
Tommy is surprised. Is his dad still angry about him running away? Why bring it up now, though? Is this some kind of belated punishment, years after the fact? The rough handling and merciless thrusts into his ass certainly feel punishing. His father’s cock is like a spear, stabbing into him again and again, plundering his insides.
“That’s right,” his father is still muttering. “You don’t get to fucking leave. You think you can just walk away from me, Annie?”
The name swims harsh and unexpected into Tommy’s dazed consciousness. Annie? Who’s-
His mother. He hasn’t thought of her in years. She was much younger than Tommy’s dad. Tommy has most of her looks: her heart-shaped face, her green eyes, her wavy chestnut hair. In fact, since his father doesn’t take him to cut it, it’s probably as long now as it was when she last...
Abruptly, Tommy understands what’s going on. His jaw clenches shut, emotions that he can’t name welling up inside him. His father’s cock does not let up, filling him with the man’s pain and frustration, driving into him with displaced fury. Tommy lies still and allows himself to be pinned in place by the jack-hammer of his father’s organ into his raised ass.
“Yeah, that’s the stuff,” his father says a little louder this time. “That’s right. This is what you deserve, you slut. That’s what you get for trying to run away from me. I fucking own you. Your body is mine.”
“Y-yes Nelson,” Tommy chokes out. “I love you. I won’t- I won’t leave again. Please, please-” He doesn’t even know what he’s asking for.
“You love me?” his father laughs, his voice thick. “Or you just love being plowed hard by a nice thick cock all the time?”
“Both!” Tommy swears. “Your meat is so good in me! I crave it all the time! I want you to be the one fucking me, all the time. None of those other men mean anything! Every time I just fantasize that it’s you and your amazing cock plowing me! I want you to fuck me like this every day!”
“That’s right,” his father says through clenched teeth. He slams so hard into Tommy’s ass that Tommy sees stars. “That’s right. Mine! You’re fucking mine!” And he comes, his hips twitching and his balls spasming against Tommy’s ass. Tommy feels his father’s sperm flood into him, filling him up. Is it seeking an egg that’s not there? Or did he used to fuck Tommy’s mother in the ass like this too?
His father gasps and clenches his hand around Tommy’s neck painfully while his orgasm rips through him. When he finally catches his breath and lets go, Tommy’s sure he’ll have bruises the next day. He takes a deep, gulping breath of his own as his father finally backs off, his spent cock slipping out of his ass.
And then he yelps as a sudden enormous invader replaces it. He turns his head to the side to see that his father has unceremoniously shoved his entire hand up Tommy’s still-raised butt, jamming the thick limb into his passage until half of his forearm is inside his son’s body. Tommy whimpers at the painful spread. Just because he’s able to accommodate such a big penetration doesn’t mean it’s comfortable.
“Let’s get something clear,” his father says bluntly, shoving his arm in an extra inch to emphasize his point and making Tommy cry out. “You belong to me, kid. You’re mine to do with whatever the fuck I want, whether that’s fucking you myself or pimping you out to every horny sadist in the damn state. You will lie here, and you will like it, and when I tell you what to do you will say ‘Yes Sir’ and present your holes, got it?”
Tommy swallows and nods, teeth clenched against the pain of the arm spreading him open. “Yes Sir.”
“And if you ever try to run away again, I will make sure no one finds your fucking body, understand?”
“Yes Sir,” Tommy repeats. Finally, blissfully, his father’s arm retreats, yanking out of him with the same abrupt force that it was shoved in. Tommy collapses down onto the bed like a puppet with its strings cut.
“Hmph.” His father’s snort sounds almost amused. “Good. Now put your dildo back in. You’ve got another customer in a couple hours.”
“Y-yes Sir,” Tommy groans.
His father is already dressed again, and heading for the door. After unlocking it he stops, hand on the knob, to look back at the naked, ruined body of his son, still leaking his semen. He grins; a sick and dreadful look.
“Oh, and happy birthday.”