Dad’s New Toy
by Xavier L

This is a fictional story containing sex between a father and his young, teenage son. If you have a hard time separating fantasy from reality, or if this theme turns you off, you shouldn't continue reading.

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“Chris!” Dad’s drunk voice called out to me.

Fuck! I hated when he was drunk. “In my room, Dad!”

Dad stumbled into my room. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, showing off his multiple tattoos and large chest muscles. His belt buckle was undone. He looked at me smiling while rubbing his big hand across his chest.

“What?” I asked.

He quickly closed the gap between us and gave me a bear hug.

“Dad! Dude, come on!” I said struggling.

He wrestled me down onto my bed, which was fairly easy considering how much stronger he is than me since I’ve only just turned 14. When he had me on my stomach, he grabbed my hands and put them behind me. I felt his fingers folding around my wrists like a living handcuff. 

“You know, I do a lot of things for you,” he slurred.

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, Dad. I know.”

I could him moving around a bit while he was on top of me. “Now, you’re going to do something for me.”

“Would you let go, please?” The next thing I knew I felt my shorts being pulled down. “Dad! What the fuck! I didn’t do anything!”

Once my shorts were done below my ass, and I could feel my boxers were with them, he leaned over me.  “You feel this?” he said. I could feel something hard rubbing between my ass cheeks. I craned my neck around and could just barely see that he had his jeans pulled down.

I started to struggle. “Dad! Quit it! This isn’t funny!” I yelled as I squirmed.

He transferred his grip on my wrists to his other hand, and he leaned forward more into my vision. I saw him squirting lotion from my bottle onto his hand.

“Dad! Okay, if you’re trying to scare me, it worked! Now get off me.”

Now his slippery dick was moving between my ass cheeks again. He took one of my hands and pulled it toward him while his other hand held mine pinned against my back. “Feel how big your old man’s cock is? Well, I’m sick of having to spend money on chicks just so I can get laid once in a while.”

He put my hand back with the other before moving his fingers to my hole. As he shoved a finger inside my ass, he continued, “So I’m sitting in the bar buying this bitch a drink, and I’m like ‘Wait a minute!’ I have a son back home who doesn’t do shit around the house.”

“I’m sorry, Dad! I’ll do better with that. I PROMISE!” I was almost in tears. I had never seen his dick hard before, but it felt big and thick, and I definitely didn’t want that going where I figured he was going to put it.

He knees slid between my legs and pushed them apart. “So I figure the least my kid can do is make his old man happy.”

“I’ll make you happy! I swear it!”

He shifted, and I felt his cock sliding toward my hole. Frantic, I started squirming trying to break free, kicking my feet as much as I could. 

“Oh yeah! I love it when my bitch fights it. So fucking hot!” Then I felt him enter me.

“NO! Dad, stop!”

He held onto me firmly while he fed more of his thick cock into my straining ass.

“It hurts!”

“I’m sure it does, son. I have a fucking fat cock. Just means I’ll have to work a little harder to get inside you, but I’m okay with that. It’s a small sacrifice.”

I bit a mouthful of blanket as I continued trying to wriggle free of his dick. It was like trying to move a mountain, and I just felt him sliding inside me more deeply.

“Damn, you have one hot ass, Chris! I’m going to have so much fun fucking it.”
“Stop goddamnit!” I finally swore.

He released my hands and shoved my head into the bed. “Oh I’ll stop, son. Once I’ve filled your ass up with my hot jizz.”

I screamed into my mattress.

“Make all the noise you want, little bitch. That’s the fun of having no neighbors close by.” His hands moved to my shoulders, and he pressed against them as he continued feeding his dick into my resistant hole.

“How could you do this? I’m your son!”

“That’s the best part. Kids are supposed to make their parents happy, right? Well, you’re doing your fucking job right now, boy.” He had to put some more lotion on his dick before he could get it in more deeply. “Take your shirt off. I want to be against your skin.”

“Fuck you!” I said boldly.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled it. “Think about this carefully, Chris. I have about 9 inches of hard meat waiting to get inside your hole. Right now I’ve only got about 4 inches in there. You can either do what you’re fucking told, or I can just ram the rest of my dick inside you and rip your goddamn shirt off myself.”

If 4 inches hurt this bad, I didn’t want to know how suddenly having the rest in me would feel. I grabbed my shirt and pulled it off. He picked it up and tossed it across the room. “Smart boy,” he said. “Now get up on your knees.”

I slowly slid my legs so that my knees were under me. I felt Dad’s rough hands push my clothing down under my legs more. “You feel damn good, boy. I should’ve been fucking your sweet hole a long time ago! In fact, the night your mother walked out on us, I should’ve been in your room training your ass to take her place.”

“I was fucking 9!” I said.

“Bet that hole was even tighter then! Fuck, I missed out. Oh well, I’ll make up for it now.” He began moving his dick back and forth slowly. 

I thought for sure he was all the way in, but once he started picking up speed a bit, I could tell he was still working on it. I wanted to cry.

“Good thing you don’t have school tomorrow because I’m going to wear your fucking ass out tonight, boy!” He smacked me hard on my right butt cheek making me wince. I felt his rough hands slide up my damp back before gripping my shoulders firmly.

He began moving his dick back and forth again, slowly humping my hole. But now as he started pushing it forward, he would yank me backward so that his cock plunged inside me. Every so often he would smack my ass hard again and go back to slowly fucking me.
It felt like my hole was on fire, and each time he slid into me more, I thought it would rip. At one point his dick seemed to move deeper suddenly, and I noticed he was pressed against me. I reached back and felt his skin just as he pushed a bit more deeply. “All in!” he said triumphantly.

“You’re a fucking pervert! Doing this to your own son.”

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back. “That’s fucking right, Chris. I’m a big ‘ol pervert. And I’m loving every goddamn second that I have my fat cock in your ass.” He let go and shoved my head down as he started fucking me a little harder, pulling his dick backward and sliding it back in until it was buried.

“I’ll tell the fucking cops!” I said in desperation.

“Go ahead, little boy. You’re 14, so you’ll go to a group home, and guess what. They’ll rape your fucking ass there, too.” He pulled his dick back pretty far and slammed it back in. “So, you can either have your dad fucking you or be fucked by a bunch of boys with who knows what type of fucking disease. Go for it, Chris.”

He grabbed my shoulders and started pounding my ass hard now. I was grunting as his dick slammed repeatedly into me. I don’t know if my threat had pissed him off or made him even hotter, but he was really going crazy with my aching hole.

“If, if you stop now, I won’t say anything,” I tried again.

He rammed his dick into me hard and buried it. “There’s no stopping this now, Chris. I’ve put up with all your shit for the last few years. Now I’m getting something from this relationship besides your bullshit.”

He went back to a slower, longer thrust now. 

“Please, Dad!” I yelled.

I smelled the alcohol from his breath as he leaned close to me. “What? You don’t want to make your old man happy? It’s the least you can do after you ran your mother off.”

“I did not!” I yelled back. It stung almost more than his dick in my hole. She didn’t want to be a mother, and I was a tough kid. I knew that. But, I didn’t want to believe she left us just because of that. “Go get  a hooker if you need to fuck someone.”

“A hooker costs money. Why should I pay money when I have you?”

I opened my mouth to say something, but then his tongue was in it. I resisted, but my head was in the pillow so I couldn’t do much. One of his hands grabbed my dick and started stroking me.

“You just need to change the way you look at things, Chris. My cock won’t always hurt, and you’ll end up enjoying all this.”
“No, I won’t!” I said right before his tongue was in my mouth again. His hand released my dick, and I felt both of his strong hands grabbing my waist. He straightened up, gripped me firmly and began plowing my hole even harder.

He didn’t say anything as he continued ramming into my ass. I bit my pillow hard, and soon I felt my body tingling. He wasn’t touching my dick, but I knew I was going to blow soon. I resisted it. I didn’t want to cum with my father’s rod in my ass. But I had no control and soon was shooting a massive load. I heard him chuckle as my dick twitched.

“I own you, bitch!” he said, smacking on the rear again and returning to humping me hard and fast. It took a few more moments before he was releasing his own load deep inside me.

When his dick slowed down, he pulled me down as he fell onto his side, his cock still wedged inside my hole. He rubbed my now soft cock and sampled my jizz. “Not bad. Kind of sweet.” He went for seconds, but this time his finger was at my lips. I refused, but he just shoved his finger into my mouth forcing me to taste my own seed.

He stroked my hair for a bit. “You’re going to learn something eventually, Chris. The more you resist, the more it hurts. Now, it really turns me on to have you fighting. I won’t lie. But, if you want this to start going easier, you’re going to need to learn your place.”

He pulled out of me and climbed off my bed. I grabbed for the sheets, but he yanked them out of my hand. “Get up.”

“Why?”

“It’s time to shower.”

“I’ll shower in the morning,” I said trying to hide my nakedness by curling up.

I heard him sigh before he came over and grabbed me by the hair again. I followed his hand as he pulled upward. “You’re going to do what the fuck I say, boy.” He led me by the hair into his room. We went into his bathroom, and he got the shower started. I held onto his hand while he gripped my hair. I swore to myself I was going to shave my head tomorrow.

When the water was right, he shoved me into his shower. He joined me and handed me the soap. “Wash me.”

I lathered him up and washed all over his body, but avoided his dick. When he was rinsed, he shoved against the wall of the shower. His lips were on mine, and he thrust his tongue into my mouth again. He kissed me hard for a while, and I can’t say I didn’t get turned on. I felt my dick starting to swell, and I stopped resisting him as much.

Then he stepped back and said “You forgot something.”

“What?”
His hands grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down. “On your knees.”

When I was kneeling before him, he swung his growing cock in front of my face. “Clean it up.”

I hated touching it, but I went ahead and soaped up his big dick and hairy sac. I stayed on my knees as he rinsed the suds off. “Now, clean it properly.”

“Dad, what else do you want me to do? I soaped it up!”

“You’re on your knees. You think about what I might want you to do.”

I realized what he wanted. “Dad, no,” I said firmly, shaking my head and starting to rise. He kept me on my knees and smacked me in the face with his hard cock.

I looked into his green eyes which seemed to burn with a fire I had never seen before. “Put it in your fucking mouth,” he said sternly. 

I was going to argue, but I looked into his eyes again and got scared. I swallowed before opening my mouth. As my lips parts, his dick slid in. I started sucking right away hoping to please him. I looked up at him, his dark brown hair matted against his forehead as he eagerly watched me devouring his meat.

I winced when I saw his hand move toward my face, but he just pushed some hair from my brow. His hand rested on my head as I moved it back and forth. “Now, you’re learning,” he said.

It actually wasn’t so bad, so I started him sucking faster. I watched him pinch one of his nipples and rub it while I worked his thick cock. After several moments, he had me stop. He turned off the water and handed me a towel. I started to dry myself off, but he grabbed my hand. “Me, idiot. You dry me first.”

“Sorry,” I said, hoping if I was more passive he would ease up. I dried him off and dried myself off while he went into his bedroom. When I was done, I found him laying on his bed. His dick stood straight up. He motioned for me to come over. 

As I neared him, he stood up. He smiled at me and kissed me hard. When he stopped kissing me, he guided me to the bed and bent me over. I looked back to see him positioning himself behind me. “Please, no, Dad. Not again. Please, I beg you!”

“Shhh. I told you I was going to wear your little ass out. And if you’re going to go calling the cops on me, well, I need to make sure I get enough of your pussy to make up for it.”

I felt him entering me, and I hurriedly said, “I won’t tell! Honest, I won’t! I’ll forget it ever happened.”

He chuckled and began pushing his dick into me again. “I’m sure you’ll remember this weekend for a long time to come, son.”