This story contains situations involving anal/oral forced sex, incest, scat and piss. If these themes turns you off or if you are under 18 years of age, you should stop right here.
THE JOB INTERVIEW
I was getting ready to go for my first real job interview. I had worked for smaller outfits before - as a store attendant or a waiter in neighbourhood coffee shops. This would be my first job for a reputed company. I was going to my Dad's company Brad Gray Inc. My Dad is Brad Gray. The company dealt in gym and health club equipment. Though he was the big boss he was not helping me in any way. He insisted I go through the right channels - meet the Senior Manager, Public Relations, Mr. Hunt.
A little background . . .
DAD:
There is little communication between me and my Dad. I don't remember ever having spent much time with him. I was brought up my mom's parents. And when I moved to my Dad's after their death I was looked after by a string of housekeepers and domestic help. I have therefore led a very lonely life. Dad never used the living room. He had a large suite, with attached rooms on the other side of the pool where he spent all his time. That's where he entertained his friends too.
I presumed my father's dislike of me was because of his deep love for my mom, who died during childbirth. But 18 years is a long long time to continue hating me for a tragedy, which I am not really responsible. But I have stopped to analyzing him or our relationship any longer.
Anyway it was not surprising that he refused to give me a job without an interview and insisted that correct company procedure be followed. I discovered a new- found respect for my Dad. I saw in him a man of integrity and I was happy to join him at work.
A bit about my Dad. My Dad is 5 ft 9, broad shouldered and beefy. He had been into heavy workouts at one time, so despite his slight belly, he had the arms and chest of a wrestler. He was hairy with a thick moustache. At 50 he was certainly a fine specimen of a hunky male. I have no evidence of this, but I believe he has many girlfriends who he fucks regularly. But I have no way of knowing, since I can never tell who comes and goes to his quarters.
Today happens to be his 50th birthday, but I have only sent him a terse email wishing him. I don't think I am likely to see him in the evening and be part of the celebrations, if there are any.
MYSELF:
I am Horace Gray. You may have gathered that I am 18 years old. But physically am very different from my Dad. Am delicately built with a smooth body and most people think I am a good-looker. I am academically good and am also part of the theatre and music clubs at school. I am not particularly good at sports. I had an awkward body - thin and lanky - until a couple of years ago, when my Dad had set up a private gym at home. I blossomed and I have had a string of girlfriends since then. But relashioships never lasted for long. Within a couple of months I would loose interest or they would and we would split amicably. The last one was Jennifer, who I broke up with a couple of months ago.
ROD:
Jennifer's father, Rod, caught us getting cozy in the living room one evening. He and his wife were not supposed to be at home, but as it turned out, he had stayed back and was sleeping in his room. He rushed down in his boxers, displaying his hairy body and muscular legs. He slapped me a few times, pushed me around and showering me with the choicest invectives. I could never have stood up to Rod. He was 6 feet tall and built like a wrestler.
He pushed his daughter out of the room and roughed me up some more. After being kicked and pounded I lay on the floor, with his foot practically in mouth, when I realized I was not angry or hurt but surprising awestruck by his presence and rejoiced in the humiliation he showered upon me. He looked at me all submissive and simpering at his feet and kicked me in the face one last time. With every verbal and physical assault, my cock was getting harder, and I began to see him for how handsome he really was, albeit in a brutish sort of a way. I was shocked with my response but I had no control over it.
"Get the fuck out of my house, you fucking sissy," he roared.
I couldn't understand the reason for his excessive anger. I wasn't really fucking his daughter; we were simply sitting on the sofa, holding hands and getting closer; and going by my past experience I wouldn't have very far beyond that.
As I walked out of the house I had one of the biggest erections ever. He laughed scornfully.
"Jennifer is not for sissies like you, but real men," he sneered, while he stroked his crotch suggestively.
It was dark outside. I had an inexplicable urge to peep into the living room. I hid in the bushes for a while and then climbed a tree outside the window. Rod was standing with the television remote in his hand, surfing channels. He was still bare bodied, in his boxers. Jennifer walked in with a bottle of beer and handed it to him. Rod pulled her and put his arm around her and held her close to his chest. Jennifer did not see to mind that at all. While he watched TV and took swigs of beer, Jennifer began to nuzzle his bare chest with her face. She began running her tongue over his nips. Her hand was stroking his stomach and chest, and was making its way into his boxers. I was shocked and mesmerized by what I saw. Just then a car drove up in the driveway. Jennifer's mom had returned.
Jennifer tried to disengage herself but Rod seemed in no great hurry to let go of her. She bit his nipple hard. Rod yelped in pain. Jennifer giggled and ran away. I walked off disgusted by Jennifer but lusting for Rod.
THE PRESENT
To get back to the present . . . I parked my car outside Dad's office. I walked through a huge showroom, at the end of which were the offices. I waited in the lounge. My Dad walked in with the Senior Manager I was meant to work under. Both of us looked at each other in shock. The Manager was Rod - Rod Hunt.
"Rod, this is my son, Horace," said Dad. "But that is not reason for you to go easy on him. Train him any which way you want. He is all yours."
Rod whispered something in Dad's ears.
"Of course," said Dad with a nasty chuckle. "Anything you want. You know what is best."
"I will do what is best, Brad," said Rod and turned to me. "Follow me," he said curtly.
He walked down a long corridor and motioned me to enter the room at the end. He spoke to his assistant sitting at a table outside. "Not to be disturbed boy, unless it is Mr. Gray."
"Yes Sir," said the boy grinning.
"Wipe that grin off your face, shitface," laughed Rod and hit the boy on his head with his knuckles. It was made to seem like a playful gesture, but the boy's grin dropped immediately and from the expression on the boy's face one could tell the knuckles hurt badly. "Sorry Sir," he said and got back to his computer.
Rod and I entered into the room. The room was large with many windows. But all the blinds were drawn. I stood in front of the table waiting to be asked to sit down. As he walked past me he pinched me hard in the stomach. It came as a shock to me and I wanted to protest. But seeing his expression I knew it was better to bear the pain in silence. He went and sat on the chair on the other side of the table.
"You are all mine, said your Dad," he said. "I can do as I please with you and you had better believed this."
"Yes Sir," I muttered.
"To start with Horace, you name is too long. I will call you Hor for short," he grinned at the pun. "Yes, you will make a good whore'"
He put his feet on the table. The soles of his shoes were caked with mud. "LICK THEM, whore," he ordered.
I was shocked. I didn't know what he meant. I looked at him speechless. From under his table he pulled out a paddle. He looked at me with squinted eyes, and then struck me hard with it. He struck me a few times.
"Never disobey me. Got that? Lick them."
This time I knew he meant his shoes. I kneeled down and began to lick his shoes. The door open and I immediately stopped; I got a sharp hit on my head.
"Don't fukin stop. Asshole," he yelled.
I continued to lick his shoes. I began to enjoy it. I wanted to make sure he is happy.
"Good, you started working on the boy."
That was my Dad. I was shocked.
"Ha ha ha," Rod laughed. "He is fucking easy. The fag loves it."
Dad went and stood behind Rod and watched me lick the shoes. He started massaging Rod's neck.
"Brad, you gonna start calling your boy Whore for short."
"As you say, Rod," said Dad, as he opened Rod's shirt and began massaging his shoulders. Then his chest. Rod's chest was a beauty, hairy and muscular with huge pecs and enormous nipples. Dad kept kneading his chest, and pulling and twisting the nipples. The shoes came off and I was sucking at Rod's toes. I couldn't take my eyes of what was going on between Dad and Rod.
Dad bent forward and unzipped Rod's trousers. He pulled out Rod's huge cock and played with it till he yelled at me. "SUCK THIS COCK BITCH."
At the same time Rod hit me hard on the head with the paddle. Frankly I didn't need much coaxing. I was hungrily gobbling the cock. I sucked and licked hard. But I was inexperienced and not very good at it.
"Punish him," shouted Rod. "The Bitch is hurting me with his teeth."
Dad undid my trousers and started using the paddle on my exposed butt. Rod grabbed my hair to hold my head in place. My ass was stinging. Suddenly I felt greater pain than I could ever have imagined. My Dad was shoving his cock up my asshole. I was in immense pain yet excited at the same time.
"FUCK HIM HARD BRAD. FUCK YOUR FAGOT SON," Rod cheered on. "YES, RAM IT IN THE PIG'S PUSSY."
My father rammed and pumped me for a long time, while Rod held me by my hair and fucked my mouth with his huge cock. It was a dream cum true. A dream I had never dared to dream.
"EAT THE COCK BITCH," yelled my Dad.
"FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF THAT CUNT'S HOLE, BRAD," yelled Rod.
After a while Rod pulled out his cock from my mouth. "Give me his ass, Brad," he said. "Let's change positions."
Dad pulled out his cock too. "The Pig's ass was full," he said with disgust.
Rod laughed, "Obviously the Pig is gonna have to clean his Daddy's cock."
Before I could figure out what that meant, Dad shoved his cock in my mouth. The cock had my shit all over.
"LICK it clean PIG."
I started choking and retching but he held me by my hair and began to pump my face.
"EAT YOUR OWN SHIT, PIG," he yelled.
I had no choice but to relax and allow the abuse. And sure enough I began to enjoy it. Dad soon ejaculated in my mouth, but he didn't let go of my head. His cock began to loose its erection and then I felt a warm stream of liquid fill my mouth. I knew he was peeing in my mouth. Dad let go my head, but I didn't let go of his cock. I had my mouth wrapped around his cock, making sure that I was taking in every drop of his delicious piss and wasn't allowing any to flow out of my mouth. I loved it.
"WHORE loves it. He is a good Pig," said Dad. That was the first compliment I had ever received from him in all my life. I was beginning to love him. I wanted to be his Bitch, his Pig, his Whore and whatever else he wanted me to be. I desperately wanted him to use and abuse his son, his whore.
Rod had started pumping my asshole.
"Rod, are you planning to breed the hole? Why not give it to the Pig in its mouth."
"Sounds like a plan," said Rod.
As Rod was pulling out his cock I pushed out as well, with the result that his cock had lot more shit on it than Dad's. It was literally caked in shit. Rod laughed when he saw this.
"The Pig learns fast," he said, slapping my butt hard. "It pushed out shit along with my cock."
He made me lick his cock clean. I did it like a pro, with great dexterity and pleasure. Dad watched happily. With a finger Rod took some shit from his cock and smeared his own nips with it. Then he began to fuck my mouth brutally. "Suck my nips, fuker," he told Dad. "Eat your son's shit that's on my nips Brad."
My Dad laughed, and bent down and began to suck Rod's nips. Rod mourned as I sucked his cock and my Dad his nips.
Cum flowed into my mouth. Rod pulled out his cock and began pissing on my face.
"Don't waste it all on the Pig." Dad filled a cup and began drinking it.
Rod turned and hugged Dad. "Happy Birthday Brad. I hope you had a great time. "
"I sure did Rod. What about introducing the Pig to the others at the party this evening."
"Sounds like a fantastic idea. The fukers are gonna love the idea of abusing your son on your birthday."
I was over the moon. Today was the first time I would be partying with Dad
For the rest of the day I was locked up in the nude in the shower cubicle of the bathroom. A couple of times Dad and Rod came and peed on me. I had begun to feel hungry. Except for a light breakfast of toast and milk I hadn't had anything to eat or drink. Late in the afternoon Rod walked in with a plateful of leftover pizza. Some of the stuff had been chewed and spat back into the plate. I looked on horrified. But it got worse. He titled the plate and threw the stuff on the bathroom floor. "Eat! Down on your knees. You will not use your hands."
As he walked out he turned and said, "Eat it fast, I will be back to give you some dessert."
I was alone but I wanted to follow his orders to a T. I got down on all fours and began eating the food on the floor like a dog. Rod walked in. He looked satisfied at finding me polishing the floor clean with my tongue. .
"The Pig knows how to follow orders," he said. "Will reward the Pig with some dessert."
He sat on the toilet bowl and let out a fart. The stink of his shit filled the room. "You like the smell PIG?" "Yes SIR." "Come and stick your face between my legs and smell the aroma."
I shoved my head between his legs and let out some nasty farts. After grunting our a few turds he got up.
"You may have noticed there is no toilet paper here. You have to lick my hole clean, PIG-BOY."
He bent forward and parted his cheeks to reveal his hairy butt, messed up with fresh shit. I immediately darted to his gaping shithole and began licking it and sucking at it aggressively. I slurped off every speck of shit there was. Below the fresh stuff, there dried crust as well. I polished the rosebud clean, made sure every strand of shitter hair was licked clean. I dug my tongue deep into his shithole, trying to get to any turd that might have remained inside.
"I can see you are still hungry," said Rod pushing out some on my tongue.
I licked it off. I didn't know where I had cultivated a taste for this shit? I had taken to it like fish to water. Or rather like Pig to shit. I was discovering aspects of myself I was never aware of.
"I like you boy. You are good. You are lucky to get it all. The Pig-boy sitting outside is left hungry today."
"Thank you Sir," I said with genuine feelings and respect. "I am truly honored to be your Pig and Bitch, SIR."
He spat on my face and knocked me hard on the head with his knuckles. "Get dressed. Time to go home. I want you to look just the way you looked when you walked in." He walked out with an evil grin.
"What a disgusting, worthless, shitfaced Fag. A perfect bitch," I could hear him say.
"You bet he is," my Dad chuckled. "Just like his mother. What a fukin slut she was, abused by me and all my buddies, 24x7."
This is an original piece of fiction. Please email me your comments at SAM nifty_addict@yahoo.com I look forward to hearing from you Pervs!