My estranged father welcomes me into his domain with a mixture of hospitality and menace.
His junkyard sprawls before around his house, a maze of discarded machinery and rusted steel.
Inside the house, the decor is Spartan, reflecting the harsh realities of his existence.
After introductions to my stepmother, her presence fleeting like a ghost, I follow Dad down the stairs into the unfinished basement.
The air dampens, heavy with moisture, and the smell of mildew fills my nostrils.
As we descend, my curiosity piqued, I spot something peculiar in the corner of the room - a metal contraption suspended from the ceiling, its chains dangling limply like skeletal fingers.
"What's that thing?" I ask, pointing towards the oddity.
"That," he says, gesturing towards the device, "is my fuck swing, this is my fuck dungeon. Here, I'll train your pussy to earn your keep and make you my good boy."
With a smirk, Dad unzips his fly, exposing his rock hard cock.
“I mean it’s either this or the highway. Choices are tough I understand. But sleeping on the streets is a lot harder than taking your own Dad’s load up in your guts.”
I looked down at his massive cock as he stroked it.
“What do I have to do?” I asked the almost perfect stranger.
“First? Suck it. Let’s see some of your cock licking skills.”
I got down on my knees in front of him and before I put my mouth on it he looked down at me in the eyes.
“House rules. Rule 1. You suck cock, don’t like it? Too bad. Rule 2. Your new Mom isn’t allowed in the fuck dungeon. She knows. Let me know if you catch her ass down there. Rule 3. I call cherry. I know you got one, I’m diggin’ in and eating it for myself. Rule 4. In this family we fuck raw, no rubbers, I’m blasting some sibling down the hall, kapeesh?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good, now suck it.”
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Our summer vacation overseas begins tumultuously, with Mom and Dad clashing over expenses.
“I didn’t even wanna come here! I’d rather be at home with a brewsky getting my cock blown!” Dad yells
“We’ll excuse me for wanting to bring a little culture in our lives!” She yells back.
Dad, frustrated by the financial burden, turns to booze and infidelity - except instead of seeking solace in another woman's arms, he turns to me.
“Let’s get out of here? Huh? Go see the city? Let’s not waste the hole trip hold up in this goddamn hotel room with HER!” his breath wafting liquor with every syllable.
As Mom isolates herself in the hotel, nursing her wounds, Dad and I venture forth, exploring exotic locales.
“This is would be the perfect spot to fuck. Don’t you think?”
“Sure, why not.”
“Well? Let’s do it? Drop your drawers I’ll fuck you right here.”
Drunk and disinhibited, Dad loses all sense of decorum, fucking me wherever the mood strikes.
We find an adult shop where he buys me a souvenir of a jockstrap that makes fucking in public easier to manage.
Public parks, street corners, and alleys become our playground. Dad even asks vagrants to film us with his phone for some extra cash capturing timeless memories of our vacation.
We laugh, we fuck, and we cum together, lost in the haze of our new affair
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