Daddy Dearest

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

“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.”

Emmett pulled out of Hugh’s mouth and turned to the nightstand where the bottle of lube was. Hugh was still on all fours, catching his breath, when Emmett turned around.

“Look at you, Dad. A good little bitch waiting for instructions,” Emmett said. Holding the lube bottle in his hand, Emmett put an arm on Hugh’s shoulder and flipped him onto his back. Then, with a quick, sweeping motion, Emmett grabbed one of Hugh’s arms and dragged his body around so that he was facing his father’s ass. Hugh was too amazed at how strong Emmett was to say anything.

“Here’s what you’re gonna do, Dad. Take this,” Emmett tossed the bottle onto Hugh’s chest. “Get your hands all nice and slick, then finger yourself with one hand and jerk me off with the other. You can do that, right?”

“Y-yeah,” Hugh said. He poured a hefty amount of lube onto his hands and rubbed them together, making sure his fingers are fully coated. He reached one hand down to his ass and toyed with his opening, while his other hand groped Emmett’s shaft and began stroking it.
“Yeah, nice and slow. Get my cock lubed up real good, Dad,” Emmett smirked at the sight of his burly father sprawled out before him, face contorting in pain as he probed his own hole. “How long has it been since you got fucked, Dad?”

“I… I don’t know,” Hugh grunted as he pushed an index finger through his opening. “Three years? Four years?”

“Damn, you’re gonna be so fucking tight then. Probably as tight as a virgin,” Emmett said. Hugh was equally weirded out and turned on by how verbal Emmett was. When they fucked, Hugh had always been the one to spew lewd words, yet now he was basically quiet.

“Fuck… mmph…” Hugh groaned as he tried to push his middle finger in with his index, but his hole was so tight it hurt. Meanwhile, Emmett was enjoying his father’s warm, leisurely fingers on his cock. He couldn’t wait to stuff the entire thing inside Hugh’s ass.

“Come on, Dad. I know you can stretch yourself wider. Just so you know, you don’t have a choice here. When I fuck you, I’m gonna go in as hard as I did with your mouth. No taking it slow. So you’d better get yourself open for me or you’re gonna be in so much pain, Dad,” Emmett said. “Not that I wouldn’t enjoy seeing you suffer because of my cock, though.”

“Wh-Who the fuck are you?” Hugh panted, his eyes squeezing shut as two fingers successfully made it inside him. “It’s like I don’t know you anymore.”

“Wow, it’s like you’re scared of me or something, Dad,” Emmett said, taking Hugh’s hand that was on his cock and moving it up and down his shaft. “I was scared, too, Dad. That night when you came into my room. You know what you said to me, Dad? You said we were just having a little fun and that you would never hurt me. But you know what, Dad?”

Hugh glanced up at Emmett’s eyes, which were staring at him with a stoic look on his face. It made his fingers pause, but as soon as they did, Emmett pushed his hand in, giving Hugh a painful sting. But Hugh knew it meant he had to keep going, so he stretched himself open further and further as he listened.

“We did have fun, I guess,” Emmett continued. “But you hurt me, Dad. So now, I’m making you get a taste of your own medicine. See how well you can take pain.”

“Emmett, I’m… so sorry,” Hugh said, quietly.

“As if that helps,” Emmett scoffed. “All I care about now is fucking you, Dad. You went into this thinking you’d have me around as a little subservient slave to serve you forever. But look what you’ve done, Dad. You turned yourself into my bitch instead. What a pathetic fucking dumbass you are.”

“Emmett. We can end this… go back to normal… like we used to…” Hugh said. His fingers were still lodged in his hole, but they were barely moving.

“Wow, you’re dumber than I thought,” Emmett frowned. He saw the static hand in Hugh’s ass and gave it a strong shove that made Hugh almost screamed. “You really think we can just go back to normal like that? Guess what, Dad? We can’t. There’s no going back anymore. There was never going back after you stepped into my room that night,” Emmett said as he yanked Hugh’s hand back and forth, fucking Hugh’s hole with his father’s fingers. “After we jerked each other off. After we sucked each other off. After you forced my boyfriend to break up with me. After you took my fucking cherry, Dad. How the fuck are we supposed to go back, huh? Huh?”

Squeals after squeals escaped Hugh’s mouth as Emmett moved his hand forcefully. His ass was on fire, his cock hard as steel against his stomach. Something about Emmett’s pure anger intoxicated him.

“Fuck this. I’m gonna fuck you now,” Emmett said. He swatted Hugh’s hand on his cock away and pulled Hugh’s fingers out of his ass. Grabbing his father’s ankles, he bent Hugh’s legs and turned his ass upwards. Emmett placed the tip of his cock right at Hugh’s hole.

“Wait,” Hugh said, trying to adapt to the position. His knees were almost touching his face. “I don’t think I’m loose enough.”

“If only I gave a fuck,” Emmett shot Hugh an evil grin. Instantly, he slammed his whole cock inside his father’s hole.

“FUCK!” Hugh screamed. It felt like all the veins in his ass had burst. His whole body trembled.

“I told you I wouldn’t hold back, Dad.”

“Fuck, Emmett. It… it hurts… I can’t take it… please…” Hugh begged as he hyperventilated, trying to ease his own pain.

“Don’t pretend you don’t like it, Dad. You’re leaking like a faucet right now,” Emmett looked at Hugh’s cock, where a string of precum had formed, and smirked. “I know you love being dicked down, Dad. Say it. Say you love my cock. Say you love being fucked by your own son.”

“Emmett, please…” Hugh looked longingly at Emmett’s eyes, but he found no compassion there, only hate.

“Say. It.” Emmett pulled his cock halfway out and rammed it back in, staring intently at Hugh.

“I… I can’t…” Hugh moaned as the penetration made his body sting all over.

“Fuck. My cock is inside you and you still have that gigantic ego? I guess there’s only one thing I can do now.”

With that, Emmett started pounding Hugh in earnest. His hips were thrusting like a machine, but he felt more like an animal. A beast, even. He was ravaging his father’s ass with every fiber of his body. This was the hatefuck he’d been dying for, and he was getting exactly what he wanted.

“Ah, fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Hugh grunted. He could feel how tight he was, and how Emmett was breaking that tightness wide open with his cock. He’d never imagined Emmett would feel this big inside him.

“You said you couldn’t take it but it seems you’re taking my cock just fine, Dad,” Emmett said. “You were right about being tight, though. But it only makes me feel better, Dad. If this is what fucking me feels like, I could see why you’re so fucking addicted.”

Hugh closed his eyes. Seeing Emmett’s face while he was saying those things would only be more humiliating. Hugh wanted to push Emmett’s hands from his ankles and gain some control of the situation, but he was too overwhelmed to do so. Instead, he gripped at the sheets, virtually locked in the position.

“And that’s the difference between us, Dad. You need me. But I don’t need you,” Emmett let out a laugh. “You know what I did when I was gone, Dad? I fucked so many guys in that hotel room. I made them cum over and over again with my cock and I loved every second of it. But you can’t do that, can you? I bet you can’t even get hard in front of another person unless you’re thinking about me. Pathetic.”

Hugh moaned and moaned and moaned. Emmett’s thrusts showed no sign of easing up. What was easing up, however, was the burning feeling in his ass, and as much as Hugh hated to admit it to himself, he was beginning to enjoy being fucked by Emmett.

“Fuck, your ass is incredible, Dad. So happy it’s my new fucktoy now,” Emmett groaned. “You know, maybe I will go to UMichigan law. Maybe I’ll make you pay for an apartment - a really fucking nice one - so I can bring guys over to fuck. And I’ll make you watch. Or I’ll lock you in the closet and make you listen to me fucking their brains out. Would you like that, Dad? To be a beta cuck to your son?”

Hugh couldn’t believe what Emmett was saying. He’d love to spend as much time with Emmett as possible, but the idea of being cucked made him shudder. Still, he was turned on. And he could sense his climax coming as Emmett continuously slammed into his prostate. The pain was still there, but it was overshadowed by the immense pleasure Emmett’s cock was giving him.

“Hey, Dad. I asked you a fucking question,” Emmett growled. He let go of Hugh’s ankles and grabbed his father’s head, forcing Hugh to look at him. “Answer me, bitch.”

“Y-yes... “ Hugh muttered. The look in Emmett’s eyes was scary and mesmerizing.

“Good boy,” Emmett snickered and gave Hugh’s cheeks a few slaps. “You like it, don’t you? Being dicked down by your son? Huh?”

“Yes… I do…”

“Say it. Say you love being my cockslut.”

“I… I love…” Hugh swallowed. “I love being your cockslut.”

“Fuck yeah, that’s the spirit,” Emmett said and release Hugh’s face from his hands. Instead, he grabbed Hugh’s ankles, this time spreading them sideways.

“Ah…” Hugh moaned at the feeling of his thighs being stretched. Meanwhile, his cock was on the brink of bursting. “I’m… close, Emmett,” he uttered.

“Yeah? You gonna shoot from being fucked? Show me, Dad. Cum for me,” Emmett said as he ramped up the speed, drilling into his father’s hole mercilessly.

“Fuck, fuck, oh fuck,” Hugh whimpered. “FUCK!” As soon as the cry left his mouth, cum started flying out of his cock like a geyser, hitting as far as his neck. With both his hands still gripping the mattress, Hugh’s body shook and pulsed as streaks of thick white cum painted his torso until his balls ran out of seed. The sight was so marvelous that Emmett stopped moving his hips to enjoy the view, while his cock enjoyed the constrictions that Hugh’s ass was making as he came.

Hugh’s head was spinning. His vision blurred. He felt like he was going to pass out. But just before he could relax his body, Emmett restarted his jackhammer.

“Damn, Dad, that was hot. And you look so delicious covered in cum right now,” Emmett said as he continued to pound his father’s ass. “Here’s what you’re gonna do, Dad. You’re gonna scoop every last drop of your cum into your mouth. I’ll cum only after you’re done, got it? Better hurry if you want my load, Dad.”

Hugh took a second to register Emmett’s request. Eventually, he managed to lift his hands off the bed and began wiping his torso, then feeding the seed to himself. It wasn’t an easy thing to do when Emmett was still fucking him. He realized how amazing it was that Emmett was still going. What a man, he thought. What a monster, he also thought.

“Yeah, there you go. Eat that load up, Dad. Fuck, I know you have a thing for cum,” Emmett said. “But I bet my cum is the only cum that matters to you, isn’t it?”

Hugh nodded, whimpering. He was done with his stomach and chest, so he had one hand scooping his neck and the other collecting the dripping around his cock. As he licked and sucked his fingers, it occurred to him that he was looking and acting like a true cum whore, eating his own load so that he could earn his son’s.

“Fuck, you’re almost done. You must be starving for my cum, huh?” Emmett smirked. Using all the strength left in his body, he pounded into Hugh harder and faster than ever. “You ready, Dad? Ready to be bred like a bitch by your own son?”

“Mmmph, mmph,” Hugh could barely utter a word due to Emmett’s rough fucking, so he nodded. The last drop of his cum had made it into his mouth, and all he could do was wait for Emmett to shoot. But he didn’t have to wait long, because with a vigorous final thrust, Emmett felt his cock pulse inside of his father.

“Fuck yeah!” Emmett grunted, his hands clutched tightly at Hugh’s ankles, his cock sending spurts after spurts of fresh, warm cum into Hugh’s hole. “Take my load, Dad! You’re my fucking bitch now!”

Hugh was on cloud nine. The sensation of Emmett unloading his studly load into him was almost as mind-blowing as the orgasm he’d experienced earlier. He was now officially his son’s cumslut, and he wasn’t the only one pleased by that fact.

“Fuck, yeah. That was fucking hot,” Emmett pulled out of Hugh and slouched back to catch his breath. He looked at his father, dazed, sweaty, and sticky with cum inside and out before him, and smiled. He’d gotten what he wanted for the night, but he wasn’t going to stop there. No, he was going to get even for all the years Hugh had manipulated him, all the years Hugh was keeping his dirty secret from him. After all, payback felt too good to give up so easily.
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Thus, the tables were turned. Hugh was now under the control of his son. Emmett still rode his cock once in a while, but most of the time, Hugh got fucked. Hard. He’d thought that the first time Emmett pounded him was the worst he could do, but Emmett got even more intense. That first night, Emmett fucked Hugh purely out of hate and a desire for revenge, but gradually, he found satisfaction in the act itself. So he got rougher and rougher with Hugh, simply because he grew to love Hugh’s hole and the way he could make Hugh squeal and scream like a cheap whore.

So Emmett continued to fuck his father almost on a daily basis. Sometimes, he’d let Hugh suffer by bringing other guys into the house and fucking on the sofa while his father had to listen from his room upstairs. Hugh would jerk off and cum to the loud moans of pleasure on his own, knowing that Emmett would not fuck him the nights he played with other men. Hugh didn’t have sex with anyone else besides Emmett, for he was incurably hooked on his son.

Emmett got accepted to a few law schools across the country. To Hugh’s surprise, he chose Michigan Law, even though there were one or two better choices. But Emmett moved out of the house once he started school. He made Hugh pay for an expensive condo a few blocks away from campus, to which Hugh readily and obediently agreed. Law school was a lot of work, so Emmett needed plenty of sex to destress himself, and with his incredible body and stamina, finding hookups and fuck buddies was child’s play. He knew guys thristed over him, and even though Emmett was sure he was nothing but a piece of meat to them, he was more than fine with it. He just needed a fuck out of them, anyway.

So, on weekdays, when he was horny and needed release, he’d go on Grindr or hit up one of his regulars. What his conquests didn’t know was that while Emmett was fucking them, he was calling Hugh on a phone hidden beside the bed, so that his father could listen to him pounding and getting pounded by other guys. Emmett loved to cuck Hugh like that. It made him feel powerful. On weekends, he’d have Hugh come over to the condo for sessions that lasted hours. Emmett would use his father’s mouth, ass, and body in whichever he liked, fucking him over and over again until Hugh was limp and filled with Emmett’s cum. Afterwards, Emmett would kick Hugh out with a curt command. His father was now nothing more than a perverted cumdump to serve him.

Hugh was humiliated, but he also couldn’t resist Emmett no matter how hard he tried. He hated the fact that his once domineering, masculine self had been turned into a toy for his son’s pleasure. He hated how he fell onto his knees in front of Emmett every time he went to the condo, even though he’d thought about confronting his son multiple times. He hated the fact that he no longer had Emmett in the palm of his hand. Hugh was torn. He thought he was going to explode from all the swirling, conflicting feelings inside him. He felt good under Emmett’s dominance - after all, Emmett still made him go over the moon with his cock - but he also felt terrible.

And then, his hotels began to fail.

Something was wrong, but Hugh couldn’t understand what. Profits kept falling month after month. By the time Emmett finished law school and began working for the District Attorney’s office, his business was facing heavy losses. They had to start closing up locations outside of Michigan, but even the in-state ones weren’t doing so well. The board of directors were mad. And they were most mad at Hugh. They said that Hugh always seemed distracted, that he had lost the flare with which he used to run the hotels. They said that Hugh had lost control of things. And they were right. For the first time in his life, Hugh wasn’t in control, not of his family, his business, or even his own desires. As Hugh watched the hotels disappear in front of his eyes, with the board’s yelling noisy in the background, he was overcome with despair. Hugh felt trapped and suffocated.

Hugh knew he needed to do something. And there was only one thing he could do to free himself.
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“Dad? Are you here?” Emmett pushed the front door open and walked inside. The house was dark and cold, and if it wasn’t for the street lamps that shone through the window, Emmett wouldn’t have been able to see at all. None of the lights in the first floor were on, but Emmett knew Hugh was home. He’d seen a bright window on the second floor when he pulled up into the driveway.

“Dad? I know you’re here. Why didn’t you answer my calls?” Emmett called as he made his way up the staircase, the wooden boards creaking under his feet. It was Sunday, and Hugh was supposed to come to the condo for their usual fuck sessions, but he hadn’t returned any of Emmett’s calls or texts since the afternoon. Annoyed, but also a tiny bit worried, Emmett decided to check on his father.

Emmett saw the sliver of light glowing from the bottom of the door to the study. He turned the handle and opened it to see Hugh sitting at his desk, back slumped against the leather chair. In front of him was a bottle of whiskey and an empty glass.

“Dad, what’s going on? You know it’s Sunday, right?” Emmett said, but Hugh didn’t reply. He just looked up at his son with a languid look in his eyes, one that chilled Emmett.

“Dad, are you… okay?” Emmett asked as he surveyed his father’s face. Hugh looked pale. “Are you sick or something?”

Hugh silently gazed into Emmett’s eyes as his son moved closer towards him.

“So you care about me now?” he finally said.

“What?” Emmett frowned. “You’re acting weird, Dad. What’s up?”

Hugh was, again, silent. He kept staring into Emmett’s hazel eyes, the eyes that once looked at him with admiration and love. Memories of Emmett’s childhood suddenly flared up inside his mind. They made Hugh feel like crying.

“Dad! Answer me. What the fuck is up with you today?”

Hugh said nothing. The torrent of memories finally stopped, and Hugh took a moment to register the person standing before him. It was his son, but it also wasn’t. It was a version of
Emmett that he knew he was responsible for creating. Regret made Hugh’s stomach churn.

Emmett saw Hugh open the drawer under the desk and pull something out. Before he could ask his father what he was doing, Hugh suddenly stood up and raised his arm forward. Emmett saw the gun pointing straight at him.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” Emmett shouted and stumbled a few steps back, almost falling. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“I…” Hugh muttered, but his lips trembled. So did his hand.

“Dad, put that down. What are you… Dad, please,” Emmett stared pleadingly into his father’s eyes.

“I… I can’t… live like this anymore,” Hugh uttered. The barrel was aiming directly at Emmett’s chest.

“Dad, listen to me. We can talk about this, OK?” Emmett spoke slowly. “Just put that thing down and we can sort this out.”

“No,” Hugh shook his head, his face scrunched up in a pained expression. “We can’t. You know there’s no going back, Emmett.”

Emmett’s eyes widened the slightest bit, but he tried to calm himself. “You’re right. There’s no going back, but we can change things. Tell me what you want, Dad. Put the gun down and tell me what you want me to do.”

“Y-you’re… you’re a… monster…” Hugh said, his voice shaky.

“Dad,” Emmett said, his legs beginning to tremble. “I know I’ve gone too far. Just, please, think about what you’re doing.”

“I… I made you like this… It’s m-my fault… ”

“Dad, hear me out. Please, please just hear me out for a minute.”

“I’m sorry, buddy. I just,” Hugh took his other hand and placed it firmly on the gun, “need to do this.”

Emmett was terrified. Both of Hugh’s hands gripped the gun and his aim seemed to be getting stable. His father’s arms didn’t seem so shaky anymore.

“Dad. I’m begging you, please don’t do this,” Emmett said. He was on the verge of tears.

“We can’t be happy...” Hugh bit his lip. “The only way… is for one of us to die.”

“Dad. Don’t do this. Please. You’re gonna regret it. You don’t seriously want to kill your own son, do you?”

“No…” Hugh stared at Emmett with a sad look in his eyes. “I… I don’t.”

“Exactly. So just put-”

“I’m so sorry, Emmett,” Hugh said. In a flash, his elbows curled and the gun was suddenly under his own chin.

“DAD! DON’T-”

But Emmett’s scream was silenced with a bang.

In those last moments, Emmett could have sworn he saw tears in the corner of his father’s eyes, just before Hugh pulled the trigger. For years and years after, he’d think about those tears and what they meant. Maybe they were tears of sadness and shame. Maybe they were tears of frustration and fear. Or maybe, Emmett thought, they were tears of joy and freedom.
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Emmett suddenly awoke from his sleep, his body shaking and covered in sweat. Panicking, he sat up and darted his eyes around the room. It was dark, except for the tiniest bit of moonlight leaking through the curtains. When he looked to his right and saw who was sleeping next to him, his breathing began to slow. It was a dream. Again.

“Hey, babe. What’s wrong?” Yahir said, groggily opening his eyes.

Emmett stayed silent. He knew Yahir didn’t need an explanation.

“Oh, come here.” Yahir wrapped an arm around Emmett’s shoulders and gently pushed his back onto the bed, letting Emmett’s head rest against his chest.

“I’m sorry,” Emmett said as he felt the calming beat of Yahir’s heart. It’d been ten years since Hugh died, and while the nightmares had become less and less frequent over time, once in a while, they still came to shake Emmett.

“It’s okay. No need to be sorry,” Yahir said as he stroked Emmett’s hair. “You know you don’t need to say sorry for that. Not ever.”

“But,” Emmett gulped, “it’s our honeymoon and I’m… ruining it.”

“You’re not ruining anything, okay? You’re my husband. You’re here with me on this beautiful island. Everything’s perfect,” Yahir said.

Emmett felt tears building up in his eyes. After Hugh died, he could barely function. He quit his job and started drinking while living off the money that Hugh had left him. He didn’t tell anyone the real reason Hugh had killed himself, not even Jacqueline and Hannah, who aggressively helped him get sober. Emmett sold the house, the condo, and everything inside them before moving to Chicago, where he lived near his mother and her husband.

After a while, Emmett decided to go to therapy, where, after months, he eventually managed to tell Dr. Tran everything that had happened between him and his father. If Dr. Tran was repulsed by him, she didn’t let it show, because Emmett got nothing but understanding and support from their sessions. Little by little, the shame got easier to cope with. He could finally go to work, now as a public defender, and hold normal conversations with Jacqueline and William, but he wouldn’t be able to bring himself to date, or have casual sex, or even masturbate for many years. And then he reunited with Yahir.

It was magical. Yahir had just moved to Chicago after ending a long-term relationship and landed a position at a bank across from where Emmett worked. One day, Emmett bumped into a man on his way to get lunch and looked up to see Yahir beaming at him. Yahir was just as kind and sweet as when he was 18, and Emmett got to fall in love with him all over again. It didn’t take long before they moved in together. The night Yahir proposed, Emmett broke down and told him the truth that he’d been trying to hide since they started dating again. He could see the disgust in Yahir’s face, but he soon learned that the disgust was directed at Hugh, not him, which made him cry even more.

“How could you love me, Yahir?” Emmett sighed. “After everything I’ve-”

“Let me stop you right there, babe,” Yahir said and put a hand on Emmett’s cheek. Emmett loved when Yahir did that. His hand was always so warm and soft. “I’m not gonna let you go there, okay? I love you for who you are, not who you were and what you did in the past.”

“But the fact that I’m capable of doing those things… shouldn’t it scare you?”

“Nope, your hubby’s a big boy. I’m not scared of shit,” Yahir shrugged. Emmett lightly chuckled.

“I love you because you’re trying, Emmett,” Yahir continued. “You’re always trying to move forward, even though the past keeps haunting you. You’re the bravest man I know. I love you for that.”

Yahir’s words rang inside Emmett’s head as they slowly fell back asleep. Yahir had always told Emmett how brave he was, and for the most part, Emmett did believe him. But he was also scared. He’d think about what would happen if Yahir died or left him, or if he did something stupid to make Yahir leave. He didn’t know if he’d be able to move on, if he could find someone as nice and caring and genuine as Yahir. Every day, those thoughts hovered over Emmett like a dark cloud.

But for now, Emmett relaxed as he slept in Yahir’s warmth. He reminded himself to take it one day at a time. Even with all his fears and doubts, Emmett also felt free. And tomorrow, he’d continue to move forward.

A/N: Thanks to everyone who read this series! Hope you enjoyed the ride!