A Private Brotherhood Worth Fighting For

Paul

The next day on Wednesday, I'd had enough of all of this. I desperately needed out of this secluded cabin where no one would be able to find me, much less know about the cabin itself. I didn't care if I was getting fucked by Dad in just minutes, which was a huge turn-on in and of itself. I'd still rather get away if I could. As hot as it would've been to get pounded by Grandpa and Uncle Simeon, and possibly others from church as implied by Dad, I couldn't look forward to it. It was lustfully right, but morally wrong, making me confused as to why I had a twisted mind to enjoy such a fantasy.

I'd eaten my meal for the day, fries and chicken nuggets like yesterday, and water from the sink. I'd douched just like Dad had expected me to, and right in front of him while sitting on the toilet for extra humiliation and emotional discomfort. If only there'd been a wall for the bathroom. But nope. Everything open, like a less-private studio apartment. And hardly, even, because there was nothing else in here but the bed, not a kitchen or even a surface.

Dad was more perverted, though. He'd grown a boner as I'd used the bathroom while knowing how I felt about it, since his bulge had been bigger than before to confirm it. He'd never kept his eyes off me the whole time, which had made me feel worse. He probably struggled with his incestuous lust, the kind of lust that knew no bounds.

After washing really well in the filled-up bathtub, I drained out the water and was ready to get the sex over with. I climbed on the bed, got on all fours, and scooted toward the front edge. My ass was ready to be flooded with Dad's "Holy Seed" that I'd never once bought. In theory, the idea and act were hot, but I was miserable staying here alone for almost the whole day each day. Dad visited me only once a day, always in the afternoon with my daily meal and the hormones to take advantage of his own son for his sick pleasure. Otherwise, I went to bed alone and woke up alone, naked in silence with no one to hold me like Phil used to do on occasion whenever I'd had nightmares, his arms around me on my bed until I'd fallen asleep before he'd returned to his bed.

Phil. God, how I missed him.

As I turned around, I was surprised to see Dad lubing himself up. He seemed like the type to just stick it in me with no mercy. He was completely naked too, his blue eyes staring at my ass while he stroked himself as a warmup. I had to admit that his gorgeous body made me hard, a hot sight to see. If only he had a better personality. If I could fall for my own brother, I was convinced I could've also fallen for my own father had he been a better person.

He aimed for my hole and pressed the head of his big cock against it, slowly making its way inside. He was at least considerate enough not to jam it in. Though, given that he had the same cock as Phil, I wasn't nervous about getting fucked by him. Once he was balls deep, he started fucking me in a faster pace.

It really did feel good, though. I…loved it, actually. I started stroking my leaking cock while he gave it to me good. His movements were stiff, unlike Phil's, but he still made me want more. In a way, this was how we were starting to bond. It was messed up that we had to fuck just to have a semblance of a relationship.

Dad was silent in words, but his breathing told me just how much he enjoyed being inside me. No condom, just raw breeding between father and son.

I breathed from the horniness too, and the pleasure his performance gave me threatened me to come, especially mixed with the realization of this incestuous act actually happening. We were fucking. Dad was fucking his own son, fucking the existence he'd created from his cock. I couldn't believe it.

He picked up the pace and pounded me harder, my jiggly cheeks slapping against his inner thighs in hard thwacks. "Help your daddy come, boy. Help me give you my Holy Seed by letting the devil speak filthy words to me."

Oh? Dad was kinkier than I'd thought. As much as I wanted to escape the cabin, I didn't want this moment to end. We were finally bonding. I didn't care if he really did believe that his cum could cure me of homosexuality because of its supposed holiness, which was utter bullshit. If it meant he'd show me some kind of attention and affection, it warmed me up with joy. I still loved him, after all. He was my father. I hated what he was doing to me, punishing me for being gay and accusing me of seducing Phil, but I didn't hate him. Maybe there was resentment, but not hate.

"Fuck me," I said in a low, horny tone. "Breed my hole, Daddy. I want your babies in me."

He didn't speak, but his hard breathing said enough.

I moaned. "Shoot all that Holy Seed in me. Make me see the light so I can be cured."

Harder breathing.

I moaned again. "Yeah, Daddy. Fuck my ass." I jerked myself faster, enjoying this way too much. Fuck, he was pounding the shit out of me. By now, my cock leaked into a stringy mess, and with his cock hitting my prostate, I hardly needed to jack off. "I bet you wish it was your cock instead of my fingers when you caught me in the bathroom the one time."

Dad gasped lightly and rammed into me with deep pleasure controlling him, his breathing sounding as if he were sexually triggered by my sick words.

"Yeah, Daddy. You've wanted me for years now. I'm finally legal. And you have me now. You're fucking your little boy just like you wanted. Take me. Take my ass."

"Oh, son…" Dad's tone was low but full of hunger. "Look at this boy butt. It's like jello."

More moans. "Yeah, Daddy, you love my little ass, don't you? Give me your Holy Seed. Cure me, Daddy."

"Maybe I don't want to cure you anymore."

I was stunned that he was enjoying this as if he wanted to keep doing it for his own selfish needs. He didn't want to cure me at all. He wanted to take advantage of me. He wanted to fuck the shit out of me simply because he was hungry for his own son. He needed me because he had no one else to give him what he wanted, to give him what was crucial for his satisfaction.

"Fuck me, Daddy. I'm your dirty slut to use whenever you want. I'm your cumdump."

"Oh, my little boy…" Was that a coo?

"Yeah, Daddy. I'm your little boy. All I ever wanted was my daddy to be with me. To love me."

"I know, boy, I know. You have me now." Was he really being affectionate for the first time? He hadn't been this way since I'd been the little boy he currently saw me as.

"Boy needs his daddy."

"He does. Daddy needs his boy too."

Oh, the sexual talk, the affection, the incestuous bond we were developing. It was all too much and too surreal. While I'd never love him the way I loved Phil, my new bond with Dad conflicted me, confused me with so much to think about. But I was getting pounded by him now, the pleasure making me never want it to end. I didn't want to think. I just wanted to feel.

I moaned. "Oh, Daddy, fuck me."

His puffs of breaths intensified, warning me that he was close. "Make Daddy come, boy."

"Come for me, Daddy. Breed me with your Holy Seed. I need it. I'm your dirty slut for all your needs, and I want to make Daddy so happy."

"Oh, son…my little boy…"

I moaned again, so lost in lust that I couldn't think straight. "Yeah, Daddy. Shoot it inside my hole. I'm yours, Daddy."

"All mine?"

"All yours."

"Forever?"

"Forever."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Dad gave me a few more hard thrusts, and he groaned loudly through gnashed teeth, much to my shock. He must've shot so much inside me as he slowed down, his body quaking. His boy-breeding release inside me, father and son, man and boy, made me shoot all over the bed in huge squirts, barely touching myself and almost hands-free. I cried out in sweet ecstasy.

As soon as the afterglow kicked in, I felt good enough to fall asleep, but the realization of what had just happened between me and Dad filled me with guilt and confliction. I wanted his love, the affection he'd shown me during our sexual bonding, but Phil was my life. I needed him more desperately than ever. I was willing to do whatever I could to be with Phil again.

Dad pulled out of my ass and got dressed in a rush. "I'll see you tomorrow." His drastically-changed demeanor told me he was full of regret for enjoying what he'd just done to me.

"Wait, Dad?" My voice was small because of the intimidation he always instilled in me.

"What?" His annoyance returned.

"Can I use your phone to call Phil so he won't think something bad happened to me?"

"He knows you're safe."

"But I'm not safe."

"Yes, you are, Paul. No one will hurt you here."

"But my mental health is deteriorating. Locking me up in here is fucking me up. Please, Dad? Let me just say a few quick words to him? I'm your little boy like you said, remember? I'm human, Dad. I have feelings too. Don't you love me? Or do you really hate my existence that much to hurt me like this?"

Dad sighed, but he wasn't mad. "I don't hate you. You're my son. And I'm not hurting you. I just don't want you to be a faggot anymore."

I grew more desperate, and I was more than willing to lie my way out of here. "But I'm not a faggot anymore. You cured me. I don't even think about men like I used to. I want a woman now."

"No, that's impossible. It's too soon."

"But God works in mysterious ways just like you preach many times in church. You're the pastor of our church, and pastors don't lie. God talks to you, remember? Well, God talks to me too. He told me it's time."

Dad stepped closer to me and gripped my chin hard to force me to eye him with extra focus. "Paul? Cured or not, you're not going anywhere, especially not out of this cabin. Ever. I've changed my mind. I don't even want to share you with your grandpa and Uncle Simeon anymore. Not after my new bond with you. I have serious needs that no one will ever satisfy, and you promised to be mine. So don't think you'll be able to run from me. This is your new home now, so get used to it."

Oh, fuck. I hadn't literally promised to be owned by Dad. It had just been sex talk to help get him off! But he'd taken it seriously. Now, I'd just been imprisoned by my own father. I was his captive slave. My eyes watered at the terror that stuck me. "You abducted me," I muttered, trying to fight the tears.

"I don't see it that way. You wanted to bond with me, so this is it. We're doing it my way."

This was more of a nightmare than I'd ever imagined. I'd never be set free again. This was fucking wrong. He'd become a monster, more than I'd ever thought he could become. "Dad? Please let me just say a few words to Phil. If you let me talk to him just this once…I promise never to talk to him again. Let me say goodbye at least. One last time?"

Dad sighed and let go of my chin. He grabbed his phone and handed it to me. "Make it quick."

I gave him a rushed nod and dialed Phil's number. When Phil picked up on the second ring with a "Hello?", his deep voice made me melt all over again. I instantly remembered the code we'd agreed to come up with when we were children. I prayed he remembered it. "Phil, it's me."

"Paul?! God, I've been trying to reach you but you never answer! You okay?"

I paused, my heart racing at the idea of Dad possibly being able to hear with as quiet as it was in here. It didn't help that he watched me like a hawk with focused eyes, possibly alert of any suspicion. I forced a happy tone that felt extremely uncomfortable because of the despair it hid. "I'm home."

"But…why haven't you contacted me? Even Dad doesn't always pick up, and he skirts around any mention of you. Mom can't always talk for too long. Is everything okay?"

"How's college?"

"Good, but…you're acting kind of weird. Why are you avoiding my question? You sure you're okay?"

"Dad's with me here. Just hanging out like family, you know?"

"Paul, I miss you. So much."

"I miss you too, Phil. I don't have much longer since Dad needs me to help him out in the garage. But…I want to know if you remember something when we were kids, just something to make me smile and make my day."

"What is it?"

I spoke in gibberish, forcing myself to chuckle to reduce any suspicion. Phil and I had made up a few phrases that we'd practiced learning for emergency purposes, a weird and silly thing that had turned out to be useful after so many years. I told him I was in danger and not to say a word about it for my own safety, and because we'd learned a bit of German in high school, I said that Dad was a monster since there was no gibberish way to say that, given that we hadn't imagined Dad could actually become one.

Phil paused for a moment. "I think I'm getting a little stressed out from school. Can you put Dad on the phone so I can tell him I decided to come home this coming weekend?"

My heart lifted with the highest of hopes, and while there was no guarantee of being rescued, I couldn't give up trying. I handed the phone back to Dad with a little smile, albeit tightly from my forced emotions. "He wants to talk to you for a moment."

Dad looked surprisingly annoyed as if not wanting to bother. He snatched it from me and started talking to Phil. While I was prepared to stay another night here, I knew that the high hopes of Phil coming back home would get me through the night. I loved him so much, and he loved me. Fuck Dad and his psychotic self. I'd be free and escape town soon enough.

And I'd never return.

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