Daddy Dearest

Disclaimer: All characters depicted are 18 or above. This story contains themes of incest and reluctance / dubious consent.

Trigger warning: Suicide

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Chapter 3: Free

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"There's something I need to tell you," Yahir said. "Can I come in?"

Emmett hesitated for a moment, shocked by the sudden visit. "Yeah, yeah, of course. Come in," he finally said, opening the door to let Yahir in.

"Wow, nice place," Yahir scanned the space as Emmett closed the door.

"Yeah, my Dad got a really good designer to help him," Emmett said as he stood awkwardly at the door, trying to fathom why Yahir could possibly have come.

"So, um," Yahir turned his back to look at Emmett, his eyes serious, but tinged with something that Emmett felt like sadness. "You might wanna sit down for this."

"Okay... you're scaring me, not gonna lie. How did you know where I live anyway? It's been years since we last talked." Emmett said. They both sat down in the living room, Emmett sitting on the sofa and Yahir in a separate armchair across from him.

"I... uh, hired someone to find out," Yahir answered and looked down at the carpet.

"You mean like a PI?" Emmett asked.

"Yeah," Yahir sighed. "But that's not important. I came to tell you what happened. The real reason I broke up with you back then."

Emmett inhaled sharply. He hadn't thought about their breakup for a long time, but now that Yahir was mentioning it, he realized that the way Yahir ended their relationship was weird. Too sudden, he thought.

"So it was back in winter break, right? And one day, I was just walking down the street when your Dad appeared," Yahir said.

"Wait, in San Diego?"

"Yeah. He said he was on a business trip or something, but I think that was a lie. He," Yahir stared into Emmett's eyes, "forced me to break up with you."

"What?" Emmett scrunched his eyebrows. "What are you talking about?"

"I don't get it either, okay? What happened was I got into your Dad's car, and suddenly he told me that I had to break up with you. He even offered me fifty thousand dollars for it. And when I still refused to, he threatened to deport my sister back to Mexico," Yahir said. "Well, she wasn't my sister. She was my niece that my parents helped my aunt smuggle in across the border, but still, your Dad threatened to call ICE on her if I didn't break up with you."

Emmett's jaw was on the floor. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. There was no way this was true, he thought.

"He told me that if I told anyone outside my family about the deal, he'd report her too. But," Yahir sighed, "ICE found out on their own a few weeks ago, and she got deported anyway. So I thought I should come and tell you what happened. So that you know the truth."

"Wh...what?" Emmett said, still confused. "What are you talking about? You're lying. Tell me you're lying."

"I'm not. I swear," Yahir said, looking like he was on the verge of tears. "I just want you to know, Emmett, that all the stuff I said about not loving you anymore and not feeling it anymore was just shit that your Dad told me to say. I did love you, Emmett. I really did. You need to know that."

Emmett couldn't even think of words to say. He convinced himself that Yahir was lying, that Hugh would never do something like that. His father loved him. His father was a good person. He would never go so far as to threaten to ruin a family. He would never strip Emmett of his first love. Would he?

"Emmett, are you... okay?" Yahir asked. Emmett blinked and Yahir's face came into clear view. He found Yahir's eyes, the tender look that he fell in love with, and a weird, ugly feeling took shape in his stomach.

"But... but why would he even do that?" Emmett said. His face felt hot.

"I don't know," Yahir bit his lips. "But I think maybe it was part of his plan to get you to move back to Michigan with him."

"What?"

"That's what he told me. That I'd only have to see you on campus for one more semester because you'd go back to Michigan. And... you did. So I guess maybe he was trying to cut you off, like, emotionally from Wisconsin? I don't know. That's the best I could come up with."

Emmett tried to compose himself, but the ugly feeling in his stomach was getting stronger and stronger, making his blood boil. A part of him, an increasingly large part of him, was starting to believe Yahir. And he hated it.

"You swear? That you're telling the truth?" Emmett looked Yahir dead in the eyes.

"Yes," Yahir nodded. "I swear, Emmett."

"Okay," Emmett said, quietly. "Thanks for telling me, but I think you should go now."

"Oh, uh, okay," Yahir stood up, looking at Emmett with worried eyes, and reluctantly walked away. Emmett sat still as Yahir opened the door.

"It's good to see you again," Yahir turned to look at Emmett and said. "And if you ever need someone to talk to, I, uh, unblocked you on Instagram and stuff. Sorry about that, by the way, I was too scared to even interact with you after... all of that."

Emmett nodded, but he said nothing. His mind was still overflowing with emotions about Hugh. Emotions that combusted into rage after Yahir left.

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Emmett sat at the dinner table. He was on his third glass of whiskey, the same kind that Hugh drank the night their relationship changed for good. He needed some liquid courage for what he was about to do. As soon as he heard Hugh's car in the driveway, he chugged the alcohol, feeling it burn. He stared at the front door, and then his father opened it.

"Hey, Dad," Emmett said, nonchalantly.

"What the..." Hugh glared at Emmett and started shouting. "Where the FUCK have you been?"

"Just busy studying," Emmett shrugged, shooting Hugh a defiant look.

"Studying?" Hugh scoffed. "You could have studied at home, for fuck's sake. But you went off to god knows where for four fucking days and didn't tell me shit. Where the FUCK were you?"

"At a hotel nearby."

"What? Why the fuck did you have to go to a hotel? You have this big fucking house I bought you! What the fuck is up with you, Emmett?"

"Geez, Dad, calm down," Emmett smirked. "Got blue balls or something?"

"Very funny, buddy," Hugh said, glowering at Emmett. "I'm gonna need a good fucking explanation from you or I'm going to-"

"To what? Fuck me? What a punishment that would be." Emmett said.

"You-," Hugh walked towards Emmett with hands on his hips. "Listen, buddy. I don't know what game you're playing here. I'm your Dad, and you're gonna tell me why the fuck you disappeared for days without answering any of my calls."

Emmett stood up and faced his father, realizing that he was taller and bigger than Hugh. He wasn't scared.

"Well, if honesty is so important," Emmett folded his arms against his chest, showing off how his biceps bulged against the short sleeves. "Then tell me why you forced Yahir to break up with me."

Hugh's eyes widened. "What?"

"I said, tell me why you threatened to deport Yahir's niece if he didn't break up with me."

"I don't know what you're fucking talking about, buddy," Hugh said. "If I remember correctly, he broke up with you because he didn't feel it anymore."

"This playing dumb thing really doesn't look good on you, Dad," Emmett scoffed. "Yahir told me everything. And don't worry, she got deported anyways so you won't get your chance for payback."

Hugh clenched his jaw. His nostrils flared. "Listen, I don't know what bullshit Yahir told you, but he's fucking lying," he said. "I'm disappointed, Emmett. That you'd believe some guy over your own father. I raised you better than this."

"Wow, you're just a total piece of shit, aren't you?" Emmett said as he pulled out his phone from his pocket and showed it to Hugh. "I'm not dumb. I asked Yahir for evidence and he sent me proof that you transferred money to his family three years ago."

Hugh squinted his eyes at the screen and looked back at Emmett. He couldn't say anything.

"What? Cat got your tongue, Dad?" Emmett said and put the phone away.

"You're right. I did do it," Hugh nodded. "But it was because I love you, Emmett. I didn't want you dating someone with an illegal immigrant in his family. You would've-"

"Oh, shut the FUCK up!" Emmett shouted. At once, he pushed Hugh against the wall and grabbed the collar of his shirt. "Just admit it. You didn't like me being away from you and having a boyfriend so you did everything you could to have me back with you like a little fucking pet."

In the twenty-two years Hugh had known Emmett, he'd never seen his son so angry. His eyes were red and bulging. The veins of his forehead popped up. The grip on his collar was incredibly tight. Emmett wasn't the weak little kid he knew anymore - this Emmett could beat him to a pulp if he wanted to. For the first time ever, Hugh felt scared of his son.

"Emmett, buddy. Just calm down, okay? I can explain-"

"I don't want your fucking explanation!" Emmett yelled. "Just admit that you were a jealous, possessive asshole who wanted me to be your little fucking bitch!"

"Okay, okay. I admit it. You're right. You're right," Hugh gulped. "But you have to understand, buddy, that I never meant to hurt you, okay? I was just so alone that I was desperate for you to be here with me. That's how much I love you, Emmett. And besides, we ended up having so much fun together, right, buddy?"

Emmett was silent, an unreadable, but scary, expression on his face.

"I'm sorry, buddy. I really am. Tell me what I can do to make it up to you. I'll do anything," Hugh said with a weak smile.

"Anything?"

"Anything."

"Pay for law school. Every fucking cent," Emmett said.

"What?" Hugh asked, baffled. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"I'm going to law school, and you're going to pay every fucking cent for it."

"But... but you're gonna work at the hotels with me after you graduate. And you're gonna take over the business when I retire. That's the plan, buddy. Remember?"

"And whose plan was that? Mine? Or yours?"

"I... I thought you wanted to," Hugh sighed. "Why the hell do you want to go to law school, anyway?"

"Because I fucking want to, asshole," Emmett glared. For the past four days, Emmett had been thinking about what he wanted to do with his life, just like his mother had told him to at her wedding. And Emmett realized he wanted to be a lawyer. There was something about lawyers that always seemed to mesmerize him when he was growing up. They were so ruthless, so commanding, so unlike him with his docility and reservedness. Even if all he knew about the profession was through TV shows and movies, he wanted to do it, or at least try. For once, he wanted to craft his own path.

"Alright, alright. Law school it is," Hugh said. "You know, you'd fit right into our legal team. We always need lawyers for contracts and-"

"I don't want to work at your fucking hotel!" Emmett shouted. "Why don't you understand, Dad? I'm gonna do whatever the fuck I want now."

"Alright, I understand. You can do whatever you want," Hugh said, his back still firmly against the wall under Emmett's strength. "UMichigan has a great law school. You can go there, get your degree, and join whatever firm you want, okay?"

"UMichigan?" Emmett asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Yeah..."

"Why UMichigan? There are better law schools in the country."

"Well, you still want to stay here with me, right, buddy?" Hugh looked at Emmett expectantly.

"What if I don't? You're gonna blackmail someone else to get me to come back?"

"No, no, that's not what I meant. I just thought that you... like what we have going on, and you'd want to be with me."

"Hmm. You know, that's the thing, Dad," Emmett said, tightening his hands on Hugh's collar even more. "I've always wondered why you went so far to make me come back to Michigan. You say all this bullshit about being so sad and alone, but you can still date and hookup and shit. So you know what I think is the real reason, Dad?" Emmett leaned in, his eyes staring into his father's.

"Wh-what..." Hugh muttered. Emmett's breath was hot against his face.

"I think," Emmett licked his lips, "you were so fucking obssessed with me that you needed to have me."

"Emmett, I... I...," Hugh stammered.

"It's funny how the tables have turned, isn't it? It's the same shit you told me about not having sex with Yahir the night I came back from winter break. I thought - I've always thought - that you were the one who had control over me, Dad. But it's the opposite, right, Dad? You're so fucking obssessed with me and my body and my cum and the perverted shit we did to each other that you'd do anything to keep me around you. You got me high on your cock but the truth is, you're the real addict, Dad. You don't own me. You've never owned me," Emmett growled and pressed his body firmly against Hugh's. "I own you."

Hugh was practically squirming under Emmett. Never had he seen him, sweet, docile, Emmett, be so intimidating, and his body was reacting to it in ways he didn't expect.

"Ah, you seem to be liking this," Emmett sneered. "I can feel your fucking hard cock through your pants, Dad. Never thought one day I'd be seeing you getting off on being a little bitch. You're always so domineering but you're really just a fucking submissive slut for my cock, aren't you?"

"Emmett. Please..." Hugh said in a shaky whisper.

"Please what? Unless you're gonna say 'Fuck me', you'd be lying," Emmett said. "This is what's gonna happen, Dad. You're gonna have your dinner, take a shower, clean yourself out real good for me, and then you're gonna come to my room. And I'm gonna truly make you my bitch. You get it?"

Hugh stared at Emmett with wide eyes. He could not believe the sinister look on his son's face.

"I said, get it?" Emmett yelled.

"Yes!" Hugh panted. "Got it."

"Good boy," Emmett said with a smirk and let go of Hugh, who immediately sank down to the floor. As Emmett calmly walked upstairs, Hugh's heart was pounding like a drum. He was scared of what was going to happen, but he knew Emmett was right. Hugh did need him.

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When Hugh entered Emmett's room, he found Emmett on the bed, his muscular body completely bare, head resting against the headboard, legs spread, and lazily stroking his hard cock.

"Emmett, we can talk-"

"Shut up," Emmett said curtly. "And take off your clothes. All of it."

"Emmett, I-"

"Are you fucking stupid? I said take your clothes off. Now!"

Hugh looked at Emmett's fiery eyes and gulped. He slipped off his T-shirt and boxers, revealing his semi-hard cock.

"Good," Emmett grinned and slapped his cock against his palm. "Now come here and suck my cock, Dad. You're dying for it, aren't you?"

Despite his nerves, Hugh slowly got on the bed on all fours, positioning his face right at Emmett's cock. For the past three years, Hugh had sucked his son's cock countless times and got countless loads out of him. But this time, there was a palpable difference. Emmett's cock stood more demanding in front of his eyes.

"Are you gonna just look at it?" Emmett said, snapping Hugh out of his admiration of Emmett's cock. Emmett took his cock and lined the head against his father's mouth. "Open up," he said.

But the second Hugh parted his lips, Emmett rammed his cock inside with full force. He put a hand on the back of Hugh's head and pushed him further down, making Hugh gag.

"Fuck yeah," Emmett said with a sneer. "I never got to fuck your face before, Dad. Got to admit, it feels awesome."

Hugh tried to lift his head up, but Emmett was too strong. Even when he used his hands to grab Emmett's thighs as a signal, Emmett didn't seem to care. Instead, he let Hugh choke on his cock, coughing and slobbering all over his crotch. Hugh's eyes started to water, but his cock was also leaking.

"Oh, fuck," Emmett said as he finally released Hugh from his cock. Hugh coughed relentlessly and tried to swallow the drool in his mouth, before looking at Emmett with hurt, watery eyes.

"What the fuck has gotten into you?" Hugh asked.

"I can ask the same thing to you, Dad," Emmett said. He sat up and knelt on the mattress, his cock still in front of Hugh's mouth. "You're always such an alpha male. Suddenly now you're a good little bitch," Emmett taunted as he slapped his shaft against Hugh's lips and cheeks, making his face sticky with saliva.

"Emmett... I... please..." Hugh said in between each slap. Emmett's cock felt heavy and hot on his skin.

"You must be going through one hell of an identity crisis, huh? From a big, dominant daddy to a needy cockslut. It makes me so fucking hard to see you like this, Dad." Emmett stopped hitting Hugh's face with his cock. "Open up," he said.

Hugh did as he was told. Once his mouth was open, Emmett grabbed the sides of his head and began slamming in and out, each powerful thrust pushing the tip of his cock firmly against the back of Hugh's throat. Hugh struggled to breathe under Emmett's incessant attacks. Usually, even when he was sucking Emmett's cock, he'd be in control. He'd play with Emmett's cock as he liked, licking the balls, flicking his tongue around the head, pumping the shaft with his hands. But all those techniques were out the window. Now, his tongue and lips were stationary and helpless as Emmett drove into his throat like a madman.

"Fuck, your mouth feels amazing, Dad." Emmett groaned out of pleasure. He patted Hugh's cheeks. "Hey, look up at me. I wanna see those slutty eyes as I fuck your face."

Hugh gazed up at his son while Emmett was still thrusting into his mouth, quickly and constantly. The look in Hugh's blue eyes delighted Emmett to no end. He'd always seen in those eyes kindness and generosity, but now he knew Hugh wasn't that type of man at all. After what his father had done to him, to Yahir, and seeing how he was now obediently taking cock down his throat, Emmett knew Hugh was simply a cold-hearted, selfish asshole who desperately needed to be disciplined.

Meanwhile, Hugh was having one of the most humiliating experiences of his life. He'd never been face-fucked like this before. And the fact that Emmett was his son, the kid who he thought he'd succeeded in shaping into a pliable, well-behaved boy, made everything even worse. He still saw the sparkle in Emmett's beautiful hazel eyes, but they were colored with a cruel satisfaction. Combined with the sexy smirk on Emmett's face, they made Hugh embarrassingly hard.

"That's it. Take my cock, Dad," Emmett said. Whenever Hugh closed his eyes or looked somewhere else, Emmett would lightly slap his cheek, signaling him to look up. The more Emmett stared into his father's glazed-over eyes, the faster he moved his hips. The room was filled with the sound of Emmett's deep grunts, of his cock ramming against Hugh's mouth, and of Hugh's needy whimpers.

"Hey, Dad, I bet you want to feel my muscles, don't you?" Emmett said as he grabbed Hugh's arms and placed his father's hands on his torso. "There, touch them, Dad. Worship your son's muscular body."

Emmett started to flex his abs and pecs as Hugh roamed his hands all over the scuplted body. When Emmett flexed his biceps, Hugh eagerly grabbed them and felt the firm mounds in his hand. Emmett had only leaner and bigger over the years of them living together, and Hugh loved it.

"Yeah, I know you're crazy for my muscles, Dad," Emmett chucked. "I guess I should thank you for pushing me to work out so hard, but it seems like you should be thanking me for letting you enjoy my body instead. Right, Dad?"

Hugh nodded, Emmett's cock still hard and throbbing inside his mouth. Hugh reached his arms around Emmett and felt his muscular back. But as his hands fell on Emmett's meaty ass, Emmett quickly grabbed Hugh's wrists and pushed his palms onto the mattress.

"Ha, thanks for the reminder, Dad," Emmett sneered. "It's time for me to fuck that sweet ass of yours."