Date: Mon, 9 Apr 2007 04:37:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: PK
Subject: Becoming Dads' Slut (ws)

The following story is a work of fiction:

  My father has gone through a rough year. A year ago my mother was killed in a
car accident. It was right after she had stormed out in a rage because of one
of their many fights. He blamed himself because of the fighting and fell into a
state of depression. He stopped caring about anything including his children.
At first we all thought that it was just a stage and he would get back to
normal, but we were wrong. Soon Dad began to spend more and more time with
bottle of cheap liquor in his hand. He rarely showed up to work. This wasn't
too much of an issue though because he is the co-owner of a construction
company with my uncle. My uncle, his brother, took pity on him and began taking
on more of the responsibilities. After a few months of my dad being in a
constant drunken stupor my sister finally got fed up and moved to my Mom's
sisters' out of state. Without any real supervision my brother began falling
into the wrong crowd and began getting into trouble. After being
expelled from school my uncle stepped in and pulled a few strings shipping my
unwilling brother to military school. My aunt wanted me to move out of state
and join my sister with her, but I couldn't leave my father. So now it was
just the two of us.

  After threatening to end their business relationship my father returned to
work, but when he came home he did nothing but drink beer and watch porn. I
basically became the "woman" of the house. I took care of all the cooking,
cleaning and other household chores. I made sure all of the bills were paid and
took care of my dad. I guess you want to know a little about me. My name is
Jason. I am 18 and this would have been my freshman year of college but I took
a year off to help get my Dads life back in order. In high school I ran track
and cross country and I continue to train so I am very lean. I have dirty
blonde hair that runs down to just above my eyebrows. A lot of people were into
me in school but only the guys were the ones who got lucky. I put in a lot of
time after practice in the locker rooms servicing my team mates and even my
coach. The coach was much more my type, an older stronger authoritative man.
Just like my father. My father is exactly what I look for in a
man. My favorite part about him is his frame. My father isn't the kind of man
content in working in an office all day, he had always spent his day on the
construction site, shirtless lifting heavy objects, and sweaty. My dad was a
massive man. When he entered a room people looked at him with a mixture of awe
and fear. It seemed that no shirt was able to contain his powerful body. From
his powerfully swelled chest to his rock crushing arms down to his incredibly
sculpted stomach he truly was a peace of art. Even after this last year, my
father was still a stud, his muscles still massive and his stomach still flat ,
yet not as defined from months of alcohol consumption. He always seemed dirty
now too. When he came home he smelled of a mixture of dirt and sweat as he
collapsed onto the couch with a beer in his hand. His light brown hair which he
used to keep very short was now down to his eyes like mine. He didn't have a
beard but his once smooth face now always had a five o'clock shadow.

  It was a Friday. I came home early from a blind date. I expected to be out
much later, however the dude was the ugliest mother fucker I had ever seen. At
least I got a meal out of it though. Unfortunatley, I skipped out on the sex
and was horny as hell. I arrived home at midnight to an empty house. Apparently
my father was out.  I called his cell phone and got no answer.  Probably
plastered I figured. It was all good I had some time to myself to let out some
tension. I was really hoping to get some and was horny as hell. I had chucked
off my pants and boxers when I noticed a light shine into my window. A car had
just pulled into the driveway. I peered through the blind and watched one of
the passenger doors open and someone fell out onto the ground. He got up and
stumbled towards the door as the car began backing out of the driveway. The
driver obviously not worried if his passenger made it in safely. "Nice
friends," I thought. He made it to the front door but fumbled
with the lock. "Damn," I said out loud as pulled my boxers back on. My dick
was obviously going to have to wait.

  I opened the front door to find my father. He had a dazed look on his face.
He had a black and blue mark on his right cheek, his polo shirt was ripped
halfway down the front and wet from wear he had obviously spilled beer all over
himself from heavy drinking.  The smell of beer was so string it seemed to
emanate from every pore on his body.  I also noticed that he had blood on his
knuckles. He had obviously been in a fight, no surprise there, my father loves
to prove his manliness when he is drunk by picking fights. Alcohol seemed to
increase his testosterone tenfold. He hiccupped and then staggered past me. He
did not walk in a straight line though and stumbled into my shoulder with one
of his broad shoulders. I fell back against the wall but my father not even
taking notice of me continued to stagger into the house. I was used to this. He
is not considerate of other at all when he drinks. I just sighed as I closed
the door and followed him.

  I walked up next to him and he wrapped his arm around my shoulder to help
steady himself as he walked. I felt as if I would crumble beneath the weight of
his muscular frame. He was a mess, covered in sweat, blood and alcohol. The
smell however was intoxicating and I could feel my dick beginning to grow.

  "You are a mess Dad, you should really take a shower before you go to bed,
but I don't think you can do it in this state, "I told him as I guided him
towards his bedroom. When we reached his bed he fell back onto it. I began to
undo the laces on his work boots and then proceeded to takes his boots and
socks off. I pulled him up and attempted to pull his nasty half ripped beer
soaked shirt off but couldn't get him to pull his arms up to get the shirt
over his head. He got frustrated and pushed me away. Wavering he stood up and
then ripped the rest of his shirt open revealing his tan muscular chest and
stomach covered with a light dusting of dark hair. My cock immediately jumped.
With my hands I pushed the ripped shirt off like a jacket, by swiping my hands
over his broad shoulders and down his thick vein covered arms. I was in a
trance when I realized my father was looking down at my now rock hard cock
jutting out of the opening in my boxer shorts. I thought he had no idea
what was going on though because he was swaying from side to side and his eyes
were half closed.

   I began to walk out of the room when my dad said "no" I turned to him.
"Shower" He said.

  "Dad you are in no shape for that right now, you'll slip and hit your head,"
I warned him hoping he would just go to bed and forget about what he just saw.
He ignored me though and turned around towards his bathroom unbuckling his
pants and dropping them to the ground.  I followed him and got in front of him
right in front of the shower door "Dad, I think you should just wait until the
morning." But he just grabbed his boxers by the waist bang and dropped them to
the ground. I looked down at his 8 inch meaty cock. I had seen it plenty of
times as he was passed out, but it still turned me on seeing the cock that made
me every time. Ignoring me he stepped forward out of his boxer shorts and
wrapped his arm around me to slide the shower door open. He continued to walk
forward as if I was not even in front of him.  I fell backwards into the shower
as his massive chest pushed into me with the powerful force of a mack truck.
Shocked, I slid backwards into the shower as my
father stepped in and closed the door behind him. I looked up at him standing
over me massively. He turned on the shower head and was shocked as I was hit
with a cold blast of water that slowly turned warm.  The shirt and boxers I was
wearing were soaked and uncomfortably sticking to my skin. My father has his
head back and arms with his hands up running through his hair showing of his
smelly hairy pits. I stood up to get out but my father was blocking the door. I
tried to shimmy past him but he sidestepped to block me.

  "To drunk, need help," he said.

  "Come on Dad," I laughed uncomfortably as I tried to push my way past him. He
put his arm up against the shower door to once again block me. It flexed as he
held it up showing me his power.

  He brought his arm forward and pushed me back with a rough shove. My feet
slipped out from under me. But he moved his hands under my arms and held me up
with his great strength. I don't know how he didn't fall over as drunk as he
was. "I said NO," he let out firmly this time. The rank smell of alcohol washed
me as he spoke directly in front of my face. My feet found their footing and he
pulled my shirt over my head and threw it on the floor. He grabbed a bar of
soap from the ledge and shoved it into my hands. I looked back and forth from
the soap to him with a puzzled look.

  "What the Fuck are you waiting for," he said. I was still stupefied. "Fucking
clean me up boy." he sneered.

  I had no idea what he was doing but I wasn't going to pass up the
opportunity. Lathering the soap up in my hands I placed my hands on his monster
chest and with circular strokes began to massage it clean. I could feel heat
emanating from the muscle of his strong brick wall of a chest. As I moved to
his arms he moved them up into a flexing pose. I looked at his powerful arms
and realized I would never even be half as powerful as this man. I had no idea
what my Dad was doing or how much of this he would remember but I didn't care.
I worked my hand back to his chest and then down towards his stomach. His eyes
followed my hands where he noticed my cock now rock hard again jutting from my
wet boxers. He moved to grab the soap out of my hands but it slipped and fell
to the ground between his feet. Without thinking I knelt down to pick it up.

  "Just where you belong," I heard my father say. I looked up and he had his
hand on his cock aiming it at me and before I knew it a stream of piss sprang
from his cock and onto my face. I flinched but with his free hand he grabbed me
by the hair and held my head in place of his steady stream which seemed to
never end. "You're not going anywhere bitch," he sneered. I was shocked at
first, but then quickly opened my mouth to partake of his gift. The acrid
tasted of beer piss quickly filled my mouth. "Fuck yeah," he growled. "I knew
you were nothing but a little pig faggot."

  I tried to speak but only managed a grunt through my mouthful of piss. My
hands were running up and down his massive thighs and taught stomach.

  "You are fucking getting of on this aren't you pig" he asked with a
disgusted tone in his voice. Shaking from excitement I nodded yes as his piss
stream started to subside." "Nasty as fucking slut," he said as he shook the
last few drops onto my face. "Do you want to be your Daddy's urinal, DO YOU
FUCKER?" He screamed as he began to whip his dick across my face.

  "Yes Dad," I finally screamed out with excitement as he continued to whip
me. I could feel his meaty cock harden with each slap. He was really putting
his hips into it and dickwhipping me hard. "I want to be everything to you
dad. I always have. I want to be your urinal, your pig. Feed me your cum and
piss."

  "What the fuck makes you think a scum like you is worthy of my cum?" he
sneered. All signs of paternal love gone from his voice.

  "I'm not Dad..." slap this time he had slapped me lightly across the face
with his hand.

  "That's sir, pig boy. I don't want a lowlife fuck like you calling me Dad.

  "Yes sir." I let out which must have turned him on because suddenly he was
shoving his monster cock into my mouth.

  "If I feel any teeth boy you are going to lose some fucking teeth." He said
angrily as he grabbed the back of my head and began to roughly fuck my face
with his cock while I focused on making my mouth the perfect fuck hole for his
pleasure.

  The back of my head felt as if it were going to split open as he pistoned
into my mouth. The whole time he was yelling obscenities at me. "Yea mother
fucker, take this hot man cock down your faggot gullet. You don't fucking
deserve this cum but you are going to get it anyways." You belong to me know
pig boy, you will spend all of your waking time devoted to serving me."

  I sucked harder as he looked down at me with his bloodshot eyes. They seemed
as if they were filled with anger. `I'm not your fucking Daddy anymore boy, I
am your master your owner." I looked up at this man who before my eyes was
transforming from my father into my master. You are nothing to me. I will not
have a sissy little shit for a son. You are nothing more than property to me
bitch you hear that. I FUCKING OWN YOU AAAAAAAHHHHH. This seemed to throw him
over the edge as he let out a deep bone rattling scream and threw his head
back. As he leaned back he was pulling me upwards off the ground by my head.
Load after load of his sticky hot cream flooded into my mouth and mixed with
whatever piss was left over. When he was done he roughly pushed me back,
looking at me with a look on his face as if I was the most disgusting vile
piece of shit in the world. He then opened the door to the shower and stepped
out. He grabbed a towel a quickly ran it over his body and exited
the bathroom. I was still shaking in a stupor. After a few minutes I was
brought out of my trance by a cold shot of water from the shower head. I
quickly turned the water off and grabbed for a towel. I dried myself off and
then stepped put of the shower. Afraid I open the bathroom door not knowing if
my father was on the other side ready to beat the hell out of me or kick me
out. But when I open the door I saw him sprawled out on his bed, passed out.
Slowly, as not to wake him I silently exited his room. I returned to my room
and fell asleep content with what had just happened but unsure if in the
morning any of it would be remembered and if so how my Dad would react when he
was sober.