He awoke on a cold January morning. Mother gone to see her father pass, as these were going to be his last days with the world. His siblings were with there grandmother as to not put anymore stress on the boy or his dad.
The boy turned 18 today, and he had none of his family to spend it with, besides his dad. Not his father, for father is biological, and being a dad just means you are the one to raise a child, and be their male role model. It was his dad for his seed meant nothing in the creation of this boy, but he loved him all the same, maybe even more do to pressure of feeling distant from the boy.
This boy was quiet and unseen but not unnoticed. He was gay, and no one in the small town where his family resided would over look such a "terrible" thing. Not that his dad cared at all, in fact, his dad was bisexual. He liked both genders not just one, and unlike his son he wasn't shy or quite. He was a loud "hands-on" community member, who enjoyed sex and a good time with anyone he could get his hands on. Of course his wife didn't know that and the man intended to keep it that way.
The son thought about sex all the time. How his dad was such a great fucker, and how he knew how to manipulate people into getting in bed with him. The boy wanted a sex life of his own. How he just wanted to get fucked, he wanted to be someone's play toy, and he thought the only man for the job was his dad. It was a crazy fantasy that the boy had in visioned and written about many times over but knew in the back of his mind it was just a fantasy. That it could never really happen but he could still dream of this forbidden taboo. He could still sit in his room and pleasure himself by reading those stories of incest, but he knew it didn't live up to what it really would have been like. What it really would've felt like.
His dad came slowly down the stairs with a small gift box in his hand and handed it to his son. "Happy 18th" he said with a smile and a hug.
His son smiled back to him. "Thanks dad. It doesn't feel much different though." he chuckled.
The father looked at his son, and then at the box. "Don't open it yet." he warned his son with a smile.
He looked at his father confused and unknowing of what it could possibly be. "Why?" he asked quietly.
"Just wait. It will be better later." His dad said with a smile.
The boy just held the box and contemplated all the possibilities inside. He went through his day thinking of ideas. A necklace, a bracelet, NOTHING... The boy had no idea and by 8 o'clock he was within the realm of just opening it and getting it over with, but he couldn't do it; he couldn't ruin such a surprise.
There was a sudden knock on the door. It was the boys uncle and the boy couldn't be any happier to see him.
"Happy 18th." his bad ass uncle said with a hand shake.
"Thanks." The boy said again.
And at that moment, dad walked into the room. With a sly smile. "Hey Nick." He said to the uncle.
"Hey Justin." Nick said to the son's dad.
"You ready?" Justin asked with a small grin.
"What are you two planning?" The boy asked his two muscular male relatives.
"You'll see." His dad said again. "Come into my room when we call you." He grinned walking up the stairs with Uncle Nick following closely behind.
20 minutes went by and all the boy had heard was a bit of rustling and moving around. He thought about everything that could have been happening. Were they putting together a present? Were they getting a small party together? The boy didn't know what was going on.
He heard from the top of the stairs his dad yell "Open the box and come up here after you're done with it."
"Okay." he shouted back to him.
The boy opened the box and pulled out a piece of paper that was folded up. Slowly and confused, he unfolded the piece of paper that read:
Jon, I have read your papers that you have written about making love with me. I have read them and re-read them and every time I still get chills. You can only imagine what I think about them, and if you were smart you would come up stairs right now and take your punishment like a man.
-Justin
The boy was so disgusted with himself he couldn't even imagine what was going to happen. He now though that his dad was going to beat him, or disown him. The son didn't want to go up stairs but he had to. He couldn't just back out of it now, he had written this smut and now he had to live with the consequences.
Slowly Jon walked up the stairs and clenched his fists. He waited for a swing or a push to knock him down and he wouldn't have cared at this point. Cautiously he opened the door and looked around. There was a surprising sight on the bed. There were hand cuffs on the posts of the large king sized mattress. The room seemed to be empty from what he could see and then all of the sudden his pants were dropped to the ground,and his shirt was quickly removed.
Jon was thrown on the bed and tackled by his dad who grabbed him by the throat with his leather gloves. Dad and Uncle Nick put his wrists and his ankles in the hand cuffs that were attached to the posts and then stood up off the bed with devious smiles.
"We've been reading some of your fantasy stories and thought for your birthday it would be the perfect surprise." his dad said in a husky tone. Justin and Nick were dressed in white suits, with black vests and ties. They both wore black leather gloves and wore white fedoras with black stripes at the base. The two of them looked like sexy mobsters ready to fuck on command with the huge bulges in their pants.
The boy remembered his fantasy where they both double teamed his ass with their huge cocks. In the fantasy they both had heavy Italian accents and when he screamed for them to stop, when his ass hole was bleeding profusely, they only laughed, hit him a few times, and went harder. He smiled at the thought of finally getting what he had always wanted from his dad and even better his uncle.
Both of the older males pulled out cigars and lit them up. The robust scent quickly filled the room and it set the tone for a perfect sexy role play.
"Nick. Make him suck your cock." Justin said in an authentic Italian accent, taking a large drag from his cigar.