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Dad's Faggot

MB, anal, inc

I was twelve when I became Dad’s fag.

Mom had run off to L.A. a few months before, unable to take the stress of Dad’s drinking and temper any longer, leaving me alone with him in our little house in rural Tennessee. Mom hoped to get in the movies somehow. She once even said she’d even suck some producer’s penis until it shot gobs of cum into her mouth if it would get her a job on TV.

Things had been going OK. I had settled into a routine of going to school, coming home and doing homework and then cooking dinner. I would eat alone and leave some for Dad to eat when he finally got home from the bar he had grown fond of. Then I would go up to my room and do some more homework or read Mad magazine or something. I would then usually jerk off and go to sleep. When Dad finally got home, I would often wake up as a result of the noise he made, stumbling and cursing as he made his way drunk through the house.

The night I became a fag I had woken up from Dad’s ruckus. I heard him moving around downstairs followed by the heavy sounds of his footsteps on the stairs. I thought he was going to go to the room that he used to share with Mom like he usually did, but that night he decided to come to my room instead.

Dad pushed my door open abruptly.

"Hey pussy, are you awake?"

I pretended to be asleep, but Dad staggered over to my bed.

"Hey faggot, wake up!" he had pulled my bedspread back, revealing my underwear-clad body.

"What is it, Dad?" I asked, pretending to be just waking up.

"Man, I’m horny. I gotta get my rocks off tonight or I’m gonna go crazy," he said.

I looked at him blankly, not sure what to make of this drunken man. His gray silhouette loomed large in my room, visible as a result of both the moonlight and hallway light that seeped into my room.

"Boy, I am gonna fuck your ass," he said suddenly.

I said nothing. I was speechless.

"Yeah, I am gonna get me a piece of that little boy-trim. What do you think of that?"

"What are you talking about, Dad?" I had propped myself up on my elbows.

"What are you fucking stupid or something? I’m gonna fuck your butt. I need to fuck something, and here you are. It’s about time you started to earn your keep around here anyway."

"You’re drunk," I told him.

"Yeah, and you’re fucked," he answered, and reached for one of my legs. I pushed his hand away.

"Stop it Dad!"

"Shut up and give me your ass, faggot."

"I’m not a faggot, Dad!" I wasn’t. I liked girls, especially one named Samantha from school.

"Well I’m gonna make you into one, then. Now that Mom’s gone I need someone else to help me bust a nut, and you’re it, so congratulations, you’re a fag."

"But I don’t want to be a fag."

SLAP. The back of his hand hit me with such force on the left side of my face that I fell over on my back, stunned.

"Listen kid. You’re gonna be a fag. Get used to it. You’re a homo. You’re gonna get butt-fucked and suck my cock. You’re gonna satisfy my dick, and I don’t give a damn whether you like it or not. You’re gonna learn to take my cum up your ass and in your throat."

"But Dad, that’s not right, you’re my Dad!", I said sitting up.

SLAP. Another blow, and again I fell back on the bed.

"You challenge me again, and I’ll hit you again. You’re a fag. And you’re MY fag. I brought you into this world, and you are here to serve my needs. Now get on your belly."

Realizing that it was pointless to disobey, I complied. I felt Dad’s fingers dig into the sides of my jockey shorts, and then he yanked them down and off over my legs.

"Now that’s a pretty ass," Dad purred lewdly. "Is it cherry?"

"Huh?" I asked. I really was that naïve.

"Has anyone else fucked your boy hole?"

"No, Daddy. No one."

"Good. I love to break in a virgin."

I watched Dad over my shoulder as he started to undress. He did so quickly but clumsily, nearly tripping over himself when he lowered his pants. I let out a gasp when he lowered his underwear and his massive cock sprang out. It looked huge, but I was only twelve. It probably was no more than average size – six or seven inches or so, but it was twitching and looked furious.

Dad spit on his hand and then rubbed his saliva on his rod. He came over to the bed and yanked my legs apart before climbing between them. He grabbed my hips and pulled my ass into the air, exposing my twelve-year old asshole to the cool air of the summer’s night. He then poised his penis against my hole.

"OK faggot, this is gonna hurt like hell, go ahead and cry like a girl if you want," he warned. He then plunged his entire cock deep into me with one fell swoop, causing me to cry out in agony.

"Ouch! Oh that hurts, please stop it Daddy!"

His only response was a deep moan as his groin pressed against my ass. He wiggled his dick from side to side, increasing my pain while augmenting his pleasure.

"Fuck, that’s nice," he said, and pulled his dick nearly all the way out before plunging it back in, causing me to cry out once again.

"Ow!" I cried. "That hurts!"

"I don’t give a flying fuck, faggot. Your ass feels so nice around my dick."

He started to fuck me furiously while my ass ached. I grunted every time he plowed into me and could feel tears burning my cheeks as they fell from my eyes.

Fortunately, he was so horny that he couldn’t keep it up for too long.

"Fuck, I’m gonna shoot my load, take it, faggot, take my fucking load of sperm up your fucking faggot ass, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK TAKE IT!!"

I felt his hot liquid spray into my guts as he came up my butt. He let out a deep gutteral moan and then collapsed on me, where he lay still for a few minutes.

He then pulled out of me and walked towards the door.

"Good night, faggot. Pleasant dreams," he said as he left.

And it was over as abruptly as it began.

I lay there in disbelief. My ass was on fire, and to my astonishment, my dick was hard against the bed sheets beneath me. I turned over and beat myself off, cumming after about five seconds of rapid whacking.

I can’t remember a time I came so hard. I was Dad’s faggot from then on out.