A Private Brotherhood Worth Fighting For

Paul 

I was so hungry the next day on Tuesday. Starving, more like it. My stomach couldn't stop growling, and I felt a little gross and dirty. I'd drunk lots of water from the sink to my right, but it wasn't enough. I could barely think while lying naked on the bed in fetal position. I'd cried so much already that I couldn't cry anymore. This wasn't right. Why was Dad doing this to me? How could he be so cruel and insane? He was the pastor of our church, and he continually failed to preach kindness and compassion. He had no love in his heart to justify everything he did to me. At this rate, I wondered if a conversion camp would've been better than being locked here alone, since I could at least eat and take a proper bath.

God, I missed Phil so much. He was in Chicago, living his new life while pursuing a university degree. Here I was, imprisoned by own my father while missing the chance to go to college and the chance to life my own life. I was a prisoner.

Dad's prisoner.

The sound of the padlock opening made me sit upright in bed with strong hope. I swallowed, praying that there was mercy. The door opened, and Dad appeared with a paper bag of something. It smelled like fast food. He also had a plastic bag of other things, but I was more focused on the food.

He set the bags on the floor and shot me a narrowed glance. "I realize you need to eat. I don't want to starve you because that would be abuse." His tone wasn't mean, more like firm and serious. "The other bag is full of toiletries since I need you to be clean every time I come here. Make sure you douche every day after you eat."

"Why, Dad?" I asked in a weak tone. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"This is your punishment for letting the devil turn you into a faggot. I don't raise faggots. If my Holy Seed isn't enough to cure you, then I'll get as many godly men as I can to help me out, starting with family. But rest assured, you will be cured."

At one point, that would've been a hot fantasy. Now, I just wanted to escape and never come back. I didn't care if I left my things behind. I needed out. But first, I needed to eat.

I quickly got off the bed and reached for the fast food bag. There were fries and chicken nuggets, still warm. I didn't need a drink since there was water here. I scarfed down all that I could, and relief came over me.

"Feel better?" Dad asked. Even if he had felt sorry for me, he'd never show it. Emotions were considered weak in his toxic mind.

"Yes, Dad. Thank you."

"Drink some water."

I nodded and obeyed. I finished and shut off the faucet. As I turned around, my eyes grew wide at the sight of Dad's shorts lowered to his midthighs. His big cock hung freely like a hunk of pink meat, along with his big balls. That whole area looked just like Phil's except older. I stood here, speechless but also turned on. My own pink cock started responding the way his did.

"I expect you to be cured sooner than later, so the longer we wait, the more time we waste. Get over here and kneel in front of me."

I didn't dare to disobey, but I also knew myself too well. I hungered for my own father. I'd always wanted his affection, his touch, his kind words of love and pride. I'd never gotten such things in my life. Maybe close during childhood, but whatever chance there could've been for me to earn that kind of reward was long gone, especially since he'd caught me playing with my butt at thirteen.

I was getting more erect, and for a man who was supposedly straight, Dad sure was rock hard and dripping precum. I didn't dare question it, though. I decided to let nature take its course. Since I could never be cured, I'd have to pretend to be later down the road without being suspicious. Meanwhile, I'd satisfy my sexual hunger by being used by Dad. If he could never show me affection, then he could show me just how much I could make him come.

I slowly walked toward him and got on my knees. I looked up at him, his blue eyes filled with lust. I could sense it from how they relaxed with anticipation. I circled my tongue around the drippy head of his cock, collecting my first taste of him. The saltiness of his precum and the realization of this happening were almost enough to make me come fast from how horny I was. It was surreal that I was even doing this. This organ here had given me life. I'd come out of this hard cock almost nineteen years ago.

"Do you like being a dirty slut, Paul?" Dad tried to sound the same as usual, but the lust was winning him over to where there was a bit of softness to his tone, as if relaxed and hungry for his own son.

I looked back at him, our eyes reconnecting. I licked the head some more while holding onto his gaze. "Yes, Dad."

"You see? That's the devil telling you how much you enjoy the sin of faggotry. But you can't fight it yet until you consume every drop of my Holy Seed."

I wrapped my lips around the whole head while still gazing into his eyes. I immediately loved the taste of his skin, and the faint smell of the manly funk from his dark bush seduced my senses. Sometimes, I hated this man who'd created me. Other times, he drove me wild with sexual hunger, enough to make me submit to him like his personal slut.

Dad's horny breaths were so soft yet audible enough to threaten my release. As I watched his facial expression, I knew just how much he needed this. Mom didn't put out and probably hadn't for years. No one needed to tell me that for me to know. But I was taking over now. It was my turn to pleasure him the way he needed to be pleasured. These sounds coming out of his mouth were the first time I'd heard them. I wasn't supposed to hear my own father making sexual noises, much less suck his cock, but here I was, responsible for his unbridled pleasure.

I took more of his inches, probably about seven or eight in total, but his cock was thick, so it was still big. I gently moaned, intoxicated by the taste of my father and the incestuous fantasy come true. By now, I dripped so much precum that my cock ached and begged for a release. I used it as lube to jack myself off with.

"Look at you. You're enjoying this like the dirty Jezebel boy you really are. You're seducing your own father the way you seduced your brother. The devil knows just how to drive you to sin like a natural faggot."

Normally, I wouldn't have liked being called such things, but at this moment, Dad's words boosted my hormones. I sucked more of him and tried to deepthroat but failed, gagging and coughing and trying again. I managed a little more than halfway and just gave him regular sucks.

"You're sinning like a faggot, Paul. Do you like sinning like a faggot?"

I stopped, looked back at him, and said, "Yes, Dad."

"How long have you wanted to do this?"

"You were in my mind when you caught me years ago." Though, so was Phil. I'd fantasized about the two of them using both my holes like their personal whore.

Dad didn't say another word while I continued sucking him, but I could tell my answer turned him on. He was just as dirty and sick as I was, maybe more.

While still jacking myself off, I ran my tongue down the shaft and stuffed his balls in my mouth, one at a time. I swirled my tongue around the dark hairs and sucked. I licked and sucked back and forth with vigor. I didn't care if I sounded hungry. I suddenly wanted to make him come. I needed his cum. I wanted to know what it tasted like. I loved Phil's, so I anticipated loving Dad's too.

More horny breaths from him. "Put your mouth back on the head. I'm close."

Oh, yeah, just what I'd waited for. I rushed to wrap my lips back around his cock and continued sucking really fast, looking at him every so often and witnessing the pleasure I evoked from him. I stopped and tried to smile a little, still jerking myself. "Use my mouth. I'm your dirty faggot, Daddy."

His breathing intensified as if triggered by my words. He gripped the sides of my head and shoved his cock back into my mouth while squeezing his eyes shut and clenching his teeth. "Daddy's…coming, son…ungh…" He started grunting as his cock gushed out lots of thick cum and flooded my mouth faster than I could keep up with, given the amount. But I swallowed all of it and didn't waste a drop, despite the semi-bitter taste. His soft cries of ecstasy were clipped as if he were trying to control his tone. His body quivered while he caught his breath.

I finally lost it, and it took only a few more quick strokes for me to shoot all over the floor. I mumbled in pleasure with Dad's cock still in my mouth. The afterglow knocked me into a drunk state.

Dad pulled out of my mouth and slipped his shorts back on, and for the first time, I didn't want him to go. I still wanted to escape more than anything, but I was lonely and in need of affection. He'd never give it to me, though. It didn't exist in him to do so. If only Phil knew about this so that he could rescue me.

I remained on my knees, staring at him and feeling like a small child. "What if I'm already getting cured, Dad? What if it's faster than we think?"

"No, Paul. It's too soon. One dose of my Holy Seed isn't enough. And I still haven't filled your other hole. Both holes need to be filled."

"Oh…" I tried to hide a frown. As much as I'd have loved to get fucked by him, I still wanted out of here. It really was a prison.

"I'm also starting to realize that my Holy Seed isn't enough. Dirty faggots like you need more. The devil has made you into a powerful slut. You've succeeded in making a godly man like me feel pleasure, and I'm not even a faggot. But I guess it's in God's plan to allow the devil in you to pleasure me so that you can consume my Holy Seed. You need more of it, and you're going to get it every day for however long it takes to cure you."

I didn't say a word. What could I say?

Dad sighed. "I'll be here once a day, every afternoon. Be ready to take my Holy Seed from behind."

"But wouldn't I have to douche while you're here?"

"And? I changed your diapers multiple times when you were a baby. I'll manage, which was why I also brought a strong air freshener. I'd rather not wait outside because it'll look suspicious."

God, what a humiliating thing to do in front of him. But what choice did I have? "Okay, Dad."

"And if you're still not cured after taking it in both holes, then I'll talk to your grandpa. If he's not enough, then your Uncle Simeon. And possibly others, we'll see." He was about to leave.

I was desperate, and I controlled my panting. "Dad, wait!"

He stopped and turned back around. "What?" He seemed annoyed now.

"Can you have Phil come see me? At least once?"

"No. I can't allow that. You seduced him more than enough times, and he's finally safe from you now."

I held the urge to cry. "Please, Dad? Just once?"

"No." He stepped closer to me and tightly held my chin. "Because I know you're in love with him. And I'll make sure you're never near him again. You belong here like a dirty Jezebel boy. It's why I took you here so that the sin of faggotry stays here and doesn't come out."

I ignored the slight pain from Dad's grip on my chin. "But I feel lonely. Please have mercy on me. I'm sorry for everything I've ever done to disappoint you. I'm scared that I'll go insane here from being all alone. Please, Daddy. Please." And that was it. I bawled as soon as the emotions got the best of me. "Mercy, Daddy, mercy!"

Dad let go of my chin and stood there, staring at me with a serious face. "You haven't called me that since you were a little boy."

He was right. It had slipped as a way to make him come, and now, I was just desperate for help.

"You need to understand something, Paul. When you drank my Holy Seed, you released my tension. Your mother refuses to do it, and I won't cheat on her with another woman. The moment you're cured, all of that stops. But after that performance of yours, I'm not ready to give that hole up just yet."

I now knew that I was fucked and imprisoned indefinitely. There was nothing to break the window with, and the dirty glass was too thick. I really was trapped. "Daddy?" My voice was small, and I was willing to plea for a solution, even if I had to lie.

"What?"

"Could I have company at least? God talked to me and told me it was okay to have someone here to protect me."

"You're safe here. You don't need protection."

"But I do, Daddy. I'm at risk of going insane, and people will suspect why my mental state would've changed by the time I'm cured. I want this to be our secret, after all. Don't you?"

After a moment of silence, Dad sighed. "I'll think about it. I'll see you tomorrow." He finally left, locking the door to keep me stuck here for another full day.

I got up from the floor and climbed the bed. I lay on my side and cried, missing Phil so much. I had to start the process of being cured. I needed to convinced Dad that I'd never be the faggot he saw me as.

And as soon as that happened, I was gone forever.

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