Roger woke up. Another morning before work. He made himself something eat, got dressed, brushed his teeth, the usual things. He took a little extra time in the bathroom admiring his body though... he'd really been developing a lot in the past few weeks. He looked at the bulging veins in his big bicep. Damn, he wasn't even pumped yet. He smiled at himself confidently in the mirror. It was going to be a good day.
He got his work bag ready and then grabbed him gym bag. Roger worked out every day after work - couldn't forget that. He went to the garage to load it up...
Exiting the garage he slung the gym bag around his body. A bit heavy, but no big deal for a guy built like Roger. With his work bag on his back and the gym bag around his large frame, he exited his house. Approaching his car in the garage, he threw his work and gym bag in the back and drove to work. leaving his house at 7:30am.
Roger enters his workplace, as he left his house: his work bag on his back and the large gym bag around his body. He says hello to the woman working the front desk as he does every morning. He gets on the elevator, getting off at his floor. Before heading to his office, he makes the rounds. He talks to the other guys about their weekends, maybe about a meeting they have today, or the game yesterday. He makes small talk for about 30 minutes before heading to his office. Once there he puts his work bag on the floor by his desk and puts his gym bag in the closet in his office, shutting the door.
Roger has an important job, and he's good at it. Well paid and respected. He fills out his work clothes nicely and intimidatingly. He commands a real presence in meetings and everyone trusts him. He spends most of the day in meetings, not even in his office. But spends a couple hours in his office responding to email or generating reports. At 4:30pm, he's ready for his favorite part of the day: gym time. He utilizes the office gym most days, and he will today. He gets his gym bag out of the closet, one again wrapping it around him, and grabs his work bag.
He goes into the locker room. He hangs up his work bag, and drops his gym bag into the bottom of the locker. Shuffling the contents, he finds his gym clothes and strips down. He always enjoys this part: showing off in the locker room. He takes longer than necessary to change, making sure everyone in his office sees how much of a beast he is. Then he throws his office clothes in the gym bag, and shuts his locker, locking it. Time to get to work.
What follows is a grueling 2 hour work out. Roger works out constantly. Outside of work it's his life. And he's gained some more time recently, so he's been able to spend even more time in the gym. Roger outclasses anyone in his office gym and he loves the feeling of that. He knows he is the alpha in his workplace. He's the alpha every where he goes. Roger does not respond well to weakness - well he responds as you would expect to weakness: dominating and destroying.
After completing different workouts, he spends a lot of time looking into the mirror. He flexes his huge muscles. He doesn't care if it makes him look arrogant, he hopes others are looking. He knows more than a few women (and men!) are dying to fuck him. Who wouldn't? He takes pictures of himself. He can't help but get chubbed up during a workout either. It wasn't hard to see his big fat dickhead poking against his gym shorts. He hoped others noticed.
When he was finally done, he was completely covered in sweat. He took his sweat rag and wiped himself down one last time, spending some extra time in hits pits. He then put the sweat rag in his gym bag. It was now 6:30pm and he really needed a shower. He used the gym shower to feel fresh and clean. In new clean clothes, he grabbed both of his bags out of his locker, putting them on him as before. Walking out of the gym he was stopped by a coworker who was asking him questions about a recent presentation. They stood by for about 15 minutes before Roger departed.
In the company garage he threw his two bags in the back of his car, and started it up. On the way home though, he realized he didn't wanted to just go to a restaurant for dinner. He deserved it. So he pulled into a nice steakhouse. Being in the city, he wouldn't want anyone breaking into his car and stealing his bags so he threw them in his trunk and shut it.
Inside the restaurant he sat at the bar and consumed a delicious meal. He also had a couple glasses of wine. A woman sat next to him, a very attractive woman. They started talking. Roger charmed, as always. It didn't take much when you looked like him, though. They chatted the night away, laughing, lightly putting their hands on each as the conversation got more intimate. Roger paid for her meal, and asked to walk her to her car. Once outside, he grabbed her and gave her the best kiss of her lifetime. She was practically dripping in her dress. "Do... do you want to come over?" She was never this forward, but she felt she had to have this man right now. "I wish I could, I really do, but I can't tonight. How about this, you pick a place you want to go to on Friday, I'll pick you up around 7pm and I'll give you the best night of your life." He pulled her in closer and she could feel his hot breath on her. She could also feel his massive manhood against her. She bit her lip, if she wasn't wet before she was now. "Mhmmm sounds good" she said trying to stifle a moan of pleasure as she felt his big strong arms around her. He then let her go, gave her one more kiss, they exchanged numbers, and then they left. She could barely make it home in time to pull out her vibrator and moan his name in anticipation for the weekend.
But now it was time for Roger to get home. He drove back, satisfied with himself. With his perfect life. He pulled into his garage around 9:30pm. He got the two bags out of the trunk and dropped them on the floor of the living room. He goes to his room to put on his pajamas. He then goes to the couch and gets his phone, he needs to respond to a few emails. He puts his feet up on the coffee table. As he goes through his phone, his dick swells a bit. It's anticipating what is coming.
There, done. It's 10pm now. Almost time for bed, but there were some very important steps before that. You finally stand up and go over to your gym bag, kneeling to open it. You unzip the zipper an are immediately hit in the face with your smelly gym gear. The bag is full of it. You had placed days old gym gear including your underwear and socks in here, and man it reeked (you kept your clean clothes in a side compartment).
Roger starts removing some old clothes from the bag, making some room. Finally, he grabs something large and places it on his floor. It's his faggot son.
Roger looked at his son, rather his former son, on the floor, making a look of disgust as he stared at the pathetic creature. His cock was becoming fully hard now, tenting his gym shorts. Almost involuntarily he spits at the faggot, who still is remaining obediently still despite spending all day in a gym bag.
The fag has a mask on completely obscuring his vision. He has had the mask on for a week straight at this point. The tiny 5'2" fag has been tied into a ball, and is small enough to fit snugly in the gym bag. The fag wears a small cock cage, restricting his small penis. In his ass is a 6 inch dildo, which has been there all day. Sure, he could have put a bigger one up there, but he doesn't want the fag to get too used to a cock his size (a throbbing, veiny 10.5 inches when fully hard). He also wears a collar around his neck.
"I know that mouth is dry faggot, open up and drink my piss," Roger says in his deep manly voice. He takes the gag out of the fags mouth, revealing a 3.5 inch plastic penis attached that has been in his mouth all day. By now the fag knows better than to speak, no matter how desperately he wants to. He still can't see and can barely hear anything (there are earplugs in his ears that block out a lot of sound).
His father's piss was the only thing the fag had had to drink for 3 weeks. His father collected all his piss in bottles - right now in the gym bag there were 3 bottles of piss from his day he would be feeding to the fag before he went to bed. Roger wants the fag to only drink straight male piss for the rest of his miserable life.
The fag had made the mistake of coming out to him a few weeks ago. Roger had always known his son was weak. He was much shorter than him and skinny as a rail, so unlike himself when he was his age, much less how he is now. He always talked about wanting to make him a real man, but his son wasn't much for that. Still, he was his son. He was his son until that confession, that is. Roger couldn't believe he actually took the chance, in a way he almost admired the bravery, but he then just thought of it as stupid. He knew how Roger felt about fags. He must have thought his own son would be an exception. Big mistake.
It was just seconds after cumming out that the fag felt the brutal backhand slap his father delivered. The immense strength differential meant the fag went flying back towards the wall. His father, without speaking, just stomped towards him and grabbed him by the hair and delivered another powerful slap, this time with his palm. He then looked right into the fag's eyes, his terrified eyes, and spit right in his face. "LOOK AT ME FAG! YOU ARE NO LONGER MY SON. YOU'RE GOING TO LEARN HOW I REALLY THINK ABOUT FAGS!" screamed his father. The fag looked into the rage-filled face of his father. Sweaty, veins popping out, he looked crazed. He could barely take that in before his father grabbed him by the hair and dragged him into the bedroom. He struggled to keep up with his father's frantic pace.
He threw the fag on his back on the bed and went the nightstand. He pulled out some lube and pulled off his pants. "Dad... no..." said the fag, but it was too late. His father showed him the terrifying, fat, veiny monster attached to him, glistening in lube. "I hope you've been opening up that asshole because I'm not holding out" In fact the fag had not, he was a virgin and only put a finger or two up his ass. Oh well, gotta learn sometimes.
When he entered the fag, he put his hand over his mouth, attempting to block him yelling but it only partially worked. The fag's eyes bulged in panic and pain. FUCK it was destroying him. And then he started plowing. FUCK FUCK FUCK this hurt. But eventually he stopped screaming so loud, his father removed his hand from his mouth and started slapping the fag as he fucked him. Saying all kinds of nasty things to the fag.
God, it felt good to hate that fag. Maybe he had always hated his son. Probably. But now he had a really good excuse to.
To the fag, his father looked like the very definition of masculinity. Just a ball of raging testosterone obliterating his hole with hate. Sweaty, veiny, bulging, hate. He thought his hole would never recover from the onslaught. The pain was the greatest he ever felt. But even through the pain... he felt greater pleasure. Somehow he felt his little dick throbbing. Through the screams escaped some moans as his little dick made a mess on his abdomen.
The man's eyes got wide, new hate coming over him. The fag looked scared all over again, seeing the hate and disgust in his father's eyes. He put both hands on the fag's throat, squeezing and fucked him with new strength. The fag's eyes rolled to the back of his head. Then, as if he were a ragdoll, his father picked up him and slammed him against the wall, his dick never leaving his ass. "YOU ARE NOT MY SON!" he yelled as he fucked, "YOU ARE JUST A FAGGOT!" He was a faggot.... he felt like a faggot. Eventually, after being slammed against the wall probably a hundred times, his father erupted in his ass and then threw him back on the bed.
The fag looked like he just got run over. He laid groaning on the bed, totally unable to move. His father's cum trickled out of his ass. His mouth was open staring dumbly at the wall, unable to process the reality of what just happened. He twitched every now then, his body wracked with pain. His dad just looked at the pathetic fag... "this is what I'm dealt with, huh?" he thought. He noticed the cum pouring out of the fag's ass onto the bed sheet. "Jesus Christ..." he said. He pulled the fag's hair and brought his face to the sheet "Suck it out!" he said. The fag started sucking his father's cum and his own ass slime from the sheets. When Roger was satisfied, he dragged the fag into the living by his hair. The fag couldn't really keep up in his state, so he really was dragging him across the floor.
Roger made the fag kneel before him on the floor by the couch, while he fixed himself some whiskey and a cigar. Then he sat in front of the fag, and took off his socks. He presented his bare foot to his son. "Worship my feet while I explain your new life faggot," he said. The fag had never really been into feet, but he didn't want to make his father angry. His hole was still leaking his jizz, and it was puffy and sore from the assault it had just taken. So he put his head right by the foot and stuck out his tongue. His eyes lit up as soon as he tasted it. The taste and smell of his father's feet... it was unlike anything he had ever experienced.
His father didn't notice... he was starting to explain the fag's miserable life. "No friends, no phone, no TV, no internet, no freedom, no rights, no happiness", he said as the fag started sucking on his toes. He was flicking his tongue between his father's feet. As he did this, as he fell totally in love with his father's feet, a sick thought entered his head "I'm so lucky". What surely he didn't mean that? But these feet, this feeling of total domination, total destruction of his will, it felt... amazing? His father was in the middle of explaining something: "I control everything, what you do, what you eat, and hopefully eventually even what you think" he said. God he was such a man. He just looked up at his father, switching to the other foot. He wanted to see how much of his foot he could get in his mouth. Then he licked from the heel to the toe. He sucked on his father's foot with force. He had stifle moans as he felt his already sore hole throb, practically begging for more abuse. God damn, he never knew feet could get him like this.
As he took in the sweet pleasure of his father's feet, he heard his father say, "You are nothing but a cocksleeve for me now, understand?" And he did understand. He understood it better than anything he had ever heard. "I'm a cock sleeve for you now," the fag reiterated in a total homo trance. "Good..." his father said questioningly realizing for the first time the state his feet seemed to put the fag in. He had been distracted laying down the law, he hadn't even noticed that the fag was practically making love to his feet. Sure it felt good... but looking at his foot, he was astonished that it was totally clean. Had the fag really sucked off the dead skin from my feet? Even under his toenails looked cleaner. He got a look of disgust as he saw the ultra clean and perfect state of his feet. Then he looked at the fag. The fag was red in the face with embarrassment and shame... he had really gone above what was expected from a foot worship. He was even more ashamed when he noticed he had an erection. And then his father did. "YOU GOD DAMN FAGGOT!" he yelled and then he facefucked the hell out of the fag, depositing a straight load down the fags throat. When he was done, he told the fag to go shut himself in a closet, and that's where the fag stayed for the night.
Their relationship blossomed over the next few weeks. He tried different things. He knew he liked bondage, he liked tying up the fag. He liked the fag doing chores. He liked making him generally miserable. So he tried different things. And fucked the fag a lot. The gym bag thing was recent as of the last few days.
Roger began to realize he enjoyed carrying the little faggot around. He could just take a look at that gym bag and think "my faggot son is wasting away in there" during a particularly hard part of his workday. That made his day better. He enjoyed that while he ate a delicious ribeye talking to a beautiful woman while drinking some wine, that the little fag was suffering in the trunk of his car.
More than anything, Roger enjoyed living a full, rich life, while that faggot lives one of misery, suffering, and agony. That was the perfect life for a fag in Roger's eyes. Roger had always had deep feelings of homophobia. He never really addressed him. He knew when he saw an open, proud fag in public, it caused him to feel... things. Deep dark things that he mostly pushed down. He pushed down those feelings of wanting to see that fag tied up in his basement. He definitely pushed down those feelings of wanting to plow his ass while he was tied up. But now... that was all out the window. Time to make up for lost time.
Roger remembered all of this as he fucked the faggots throat. It had been a long day and he desperately needed some release. By now, the fag still struggled to take this massive cock (who couldn't) but had gotten much better at deep throating it. But Roger was a unique fucker... especially with the fag. He mercilessly longdicked that fag's throat.
Roger had always been an aggressive fucker. But he found no woman could take him full force. Even the fag's mother, when she was alive, had complained early on in their relationship that he was too rough. And that wasn't even close to what he wanted to do. He listened to her because he loved her... he never knew what it was like to fully fuck a woman with all his might. He still doesn't know, but his little fag fleshlight was close enough to the real thing.
He readjusted the fag's constraints so that so he could fold the fag in half with his knees by his head. He then picked up the fag, getting him into a full nelson position but with Roger still standing. He could hold the fag parallel to the ground with his strength and line up that hole perfectly for his cock. His cock dripped with the fag's spit and throat slime - the only lube he would be using. He pushed his cock all the way into the fag's ass. That first grunt-scream is music to his ears. Then he started the full assault.
This is how Roger fucked the faggot... just with even more aggression and a lot more hate. :)​
He wondered if his neighbors could hear the loud wet slapping noises of him coring out his human fleshlight. "YOU'RE A SICK" *slam* "FUCKING" *slap "FAGGOT" he growled. This was a pure hate fuck. He wanted it to hurt, he wanted it to hurt really bad. He tried to make it hurt as much as possible, wriggling his dick once all the way inside the fag, fucking at slightly different angles to push on all the walls. He was rewarded with pained noises (interrupted sometimes by moans) as he plowed that ass with one mission: destroy it.
"I... FUCKING... HATE... YOU...FAGGOT!" He pounds the fag really hard on "HATE" and then pull his up so that's he's upright on his cock, the fag sitting in midair with his father's huge cock buried in his hole. He readjust his hands slightly, moving to wrap around the front of his throat to choke him.
As a natural born faghater, it feels so good for Roger to say those words to the fag. To tell him how he really feels as he destroys him. He can't imagine a world in which he has to hide his true feelings. To watch his son prance around like a little fairy. It makes him sick... these fags should be taught a lesson, and he was so happy he got to teach his disgusting son that lesson personally.
As he plowed the fag, voicing his hate, the fag squirmed a bit in his hands, and saw some slime trickle out of his cock cage onto the floor. It was too much for the fag. Roger didn't stop pounding as the fag sputtered his disgusting cum. The fag regularly came himself, usually multiple times while getting destroyed by his father. Roger wasn't sure what it was... a pure physiological response from the pummeling his prostate was getting? Or was it psychological too? The insanely rough treatment and the realization that you were nothing more than a sex toy for your own father? Roger secretly hoped it was the latter... he hoped that he had ruined the fag so much that it got off on its own destruction.
The depravity of his own son cumming at being fucked so hard by his father always gave him a bit of a second wind - a newed vigor. His cock was a blur as it drilled into the fag over and over. The fag was actually starting to lose consciousness, not only from the lack of air but also the pure brutality and pain in his hole. Finally he felt the wetness of his father's cum as it found its home deep within his hole. "Grab the buttplug fairy," said his father. It was on the coffee table, he reached over to grab it, not being able to see he groped around comically as he searched for it, and then handed it to his father. He positioned the fag upside down, making sure his cum did not escape. Then he corked up the fag hole, letting his juices marinate within him. He put the fag on the floor, and caught his breath. He pushed his cock into the fags mouth to clean it off. He put on some clothes and sat down, just looking at the fag for a moment.
Roger almost forgot... the fag needs to eat, unfortunately that was still a reality. Roger went to the fridge and pulled out a 'fag meal' - nutritional slop, a mostly tasteless slurry. He portioned them out into about 800 calories each and gave him one in the morning (before loading him into the gym bag) and one at night. He brought the portioned out slop over the fag, tiled his head up and removed the gag. "Dinner time fag," he said and the fag opened his mouth longingly. He shoveled in the gruel and the fag ate it hungry. When he was done, he spit in the fag's mouth for good measure. Then he pulled the 3 bottles of piss he had saved up all day from his gym bag and started pouring it down the fag's throat. The fag was thirsty and drank it but still struggled against the taste and the huge amount being fed to him. He knew better than to fuck up though and swallowed it all.
"Alright, let's get you to bed, faggot," he said. He picked up the fag and brought him out into the garage. This was usually where the fag slept these days. But you can't just let a fag sleep on the cold garage floor... no you have to give it more than that. Roger placed his son on the floor. He looked in a drawer and then pulled out a new gag. On the part that goes in the fag's mouth, it was 7" and could snake down the fag's throat. It had an opening on one end and the top, creating an airway so the fag could breath. The fag hated it, which means Roger loved it. He put the gag into the fag's mouth with a smile as it choked to accomodate its new intruder. Satisfied, he then went over to a box. It was an assorted box of dildos.
Roger smiles sadistically as he digs through his box of dildos. The oversized, freakish dildo collection driven by some late night sadistic online shopping. He saw the one he wanted: the 13 inch horse cock.
He was in a mood today, he simply wanted to shove the biggest dildo they had up his son's ass. He looked through his other options though, already planning the rotation. There was the double dildo, the spiked dildo, the dog knot... so many choices.
All of these were great choices the fag had experienced and would experience again and again. The horse cock would be a good choice for tonight. Roger attached the dildo to a base on the garage floor. It looked terrifying, he almost wished the fag could see it.
He effortlessly lifted the fag up above the huge horse dildo, smiling to himself thinking about how the fag would soon be completely impaled on it. The fag started breathing heavier, knowing he was about to be lowered onto something huge... he just didn't know what dildo would be used tonight with the mask still over his face. Using one of his hands, Roger reached under the fag, and uncorked the plug in his ass. The fag was moaning under the dildo gag, daddy's semen rushing out of his hole, while air entered. The cum splattered all over the dildo, coating it from the copious jizz that had been locked in his son's asshole. This would be his only lube for the night.
"Get ready faggot," Roger said, his dick sadistically twitching in his pants as he watched the fag breath even harder in anticipation. With both arms around the fag, he slammed the fag down on the dildo. Immediately the fag's head went up towards the sky as he screamed into his dildo at the new intrusion. The horse cock was very thick, thicker than Roger's cock and the butt plug. It opened him up even more. He got about 4" down on the first try. Not good enough.
Roger then just as quickly lifted the fag up off the dildo, its hole now devastatingly empty. And then he slammed the fag back down on it again. 6" this time... we were getting somewhere. The fag was groaning as bet it could behind its gag. He felt his father pick him up and then slam him down again. Oh wow 10"! He could tell that made the fag feel really good. Tears of joy! But not good enough. With a sickening wet noise he brought him all the way up the dildo again, from below the hole looking disgustingly deformed.
He waited for a moment, sadistically enjoying the fag's anticipation. Its breathing a hurried pace, really struggling to remain at all composed. And then suddenly he slammed him down hard on the dildo. The fag's reaction was immediate and dramatic. His head swung back, a stiffed scream emitting beyond the gag, his body shaking. All 13" inches were in the fag's ass. Just as he started screaming, he shot cum through his cock cage, one of the biggest cumshots Roger had seen from the fag. It sprayed across the garage. "Fucking disgusting, faggot," said Roger, shaking his head... he'd pay for that tomorrow. He looked at the fag, recovering, still taking deep breaths, sweaty, and groaning.
Roger suddenly remembered something: his new collar tag! He had been shopping online for the perfect tag for its collar. He made a custom tag. He took it out of the shipping envelop it came in and attached it to the fag's collar. Perfect! He stood back to admire it. "Faggot Rapemeat" it described the fag perfectly!
Fuck, looking at his work, he realized that he was fully hard again. Jesus, the things he had to put up with teaching the fag a lesson. He abruptly removed the 7" gag from the fag's throat causing him to gag, and then immediately replaced it with his 10.5" inches. He pushed until his pubes were against the fag's nose. He pulled out, enjoying the pained gagging noises, intensified by the 13" he was trying to manage from the other end. Then he plunged in again and facefucked him, plugging his nose for added fun.
Using no hands, only his hips, he swung his fat cock against the fag's face, battering it with satisfying slaps. Each swing he emphasized with an insult or general obscenity. He then told the fag to stick out his tongue and slapped his big monster against his tongue repeatedly. With the fag's tongue still out, he then dragged his huge cock all around his face, getting his balls on his face too, really enjoying rubbing that big cock into the fag's face. But it was getting late, he needed to cum and go to bed. "Tell me what's on your mind, faggot," said his father... granting him permission to speak for the first time all day. And his son knew exactly what he wanted.
"Daddy, I'm so sorry for being a faggot. Thank you taking complete control of my life. It's much better now, you give me exactly what I deserve. I'm so sorry for cumming twice today dad, I don't deserve it. It s just that your big perfect manly cock makes me so crazy. You are the perfect image of straight masculinity daddy... you're my God!" Roger brought his head back in pleasure hearing those words and then rammed the cock into the fag's throat. "FUCK! FUCK" he screamed as he unloaded into the fag, his sweat falling off his body onto the fag. He just stood there for a moment, regaining composure with his cock still down the fag's throat. Then he pulled out his cock and put the 7" gag back the fag's mouth.
Now the fag was ready for bed. Or ready to stay awake all night on the garage floor with a giant dildo in his ass. Roger pulled out his phone and pulled up an app that controlled the collar and the dildo within his son's ass. They both had vibrating and shocking ability. He set the dildo to vibrate every 30 minutes for 10 minutes... each minute of that 10 it spent vibrating it would send up a shock up the fag's asshole. Then he set the collar to shock every 20 minutes. He pushed the settings up a bit compared to where he had it... he thought the fag was getting bored of those weak shocks and vibration. In the middle of the night, if he had to piss, he would get up and walk into the garage. He'd remove the gag and start pissing but then turn each of the shocks up all the way. He always laughed at the funny noises the fag would make as it tried to drink down his piss while getting shocked. What a dumb fag!
He looked around, making sure everything was perfect for the fag... when he decided it was, he went to the door and shut off the light and wordlessly left the fag alone in the garage. The man brushed his teeth and made his way to bed.
As Roger lay in bed he finally decided to pull the trigger on the expensive whip set that he had been looking at for the past few days. Some of those looked really scary... he though it might make for a nice weekend with the fag at some point. He got hard thinking about the next time he takes the fag's mask off, the first thing he would see is his new whip collection. With that thought, he turned off his phone and went to bed, resting up for his busy day tomorrow.
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Dad's Daily Routine
Warning: Homophobic, fucked up, dark
Roger woke up. Another morning before work. He made himself something eat, got dressed, brushed his teeth, the usual things. He took a little extra time in the bathroom admiring his body though... he'd really been developing a lot in the past few weeks. He looked at the bulging veins in his big bicep. Damn, he wasn't even pumped yet. He smiled at himself confidently in the mirror. It was going to be a good day.
He got his work bag ready and then grabbed him gym bag. Roger worked out every day after work - couldn't forget that. He went to the garage to load it up...
Exiting the garage he slung the gym bag around his body. A bit heavy, but no big deal for a guy built like Roger. With his work bag on his back and the gym bag around his large frame, he exited his house. Approaching his car in the garage, he threw his work and gym bag in the back and drove to work. leaving his house at 7:30am.
Roger enters his workplace, as he left his house: his work bag on his back and the large gym bag around his body. He says hello to the woman working the front desk as he does every morning. He gets on the elevator, getting off at his floor. Before heading to his office, he makes the rounds. He talks to the other guys about their weekends, maybe about a meeting they have today, or the game yesterday. He makes small talk for about 30 minutes before heading to his office. Once there he puts his work bag on the floor by his desk and puts his gym bag in the closet in his office, shutting the door.
Roger has an important job, and he's good at it. Well paid and respected. He fills out his work clothes nicely and intimidatingly. He commands a real presence in meetings and everyone trusts him. He spends most of the day in meetings, not even in his office. But spends a couple hours in his office responding to email or generating reports. At 4:30pm, he's ready for his favorite part of the day: gym time. He utilizes the office gym most days, and he will today. He gets his gym bag out of the closet, one again wrapping it around him, and grabs his work bag.
He goes into the locker room. He hangs up his work bag, and drops his gym bag into the bottom of the locker. Shuffling the contents, he finds his gym clothes and strips down. He always enjoys this part: showing off in the locker room. He takes longer than necessary to change, making sure everyone in his office sees how much of a beast he is. Then he throws his office clothes in the gym bag, and shuts his locker, locking it. Time to get to work.
What follows is a grueling 2 hour work out. Roger works out constantly. Outside of work it's his life. And he's gained some more time recently, so he's been able to spend even more time in the gym. Roger outclasses anyone in his office gym and he loves the feeling of that. He knows he is the alpha in his workplace. He's the alpha every where he goes. Roger does not respond well to weakness - well he responds as you would expect to weakness: dominating and destroying.
After completing different workouts, he spends a lot of time looking into the mirror. He flexes his huge muscles. He doesn't care if it makes him look arrogant, he hopes others are looking. He knows more than a few women (and men!) are dying to fuck him. Who wouldn't? He takes pictures of himself. He can't help but get chubbed up during a workout either. It wasn't hard to see his big fat dickhead poking against his gym shorts. He hoped others noticed.
When he was finally done, he was completely covered in sweat. He took his sweat rag and wiped himself down one last time, spending some extra time in hits pits. He then put the sweat rag in his gym bag. It was now 6:30pm and he really needed a shower. He used the gym shower to feel fresh and clean. In new clean clothes, he grabbed both of his bags out of his locker, putting them on him as before. Walking out of the gym he was stopped by a coworker who was asking him questions about a recent presentation. They stood by for about 15 minutes before Roger departed.
In the company garage he threw his two bags in the back of his car, and started it up. On the way home though, he realized he didn't wanted to just go to a restaurant for dinner. He deserved it. So he pulled into a nice steakhouse. Being in the city, he wouldn't want anyone breaking into his car and stealing his bags so he threw them in his trunk and shut it.
Inside the restaurant he sat at the bar and consumed a delicious meal. He also had a couple glasses of wine. A woman sat next to him, a very attractive woman. They started talking. Roger charmed, as always. It didn't take much when you looked like him, though. They chatted the night away, laughing, lightly putting their hands on each as the conversation got more intimate. Roger paid for her meal, and asked to walk her to her car. Once outside, he grabbed her and gave her the best kiss of her lifetime. She was practically dripping in her dress. "Do... do you want to come over?" She was never this forward, but she felt she had to have this man right now. "I wish I could, I really do, but I can't tonight. How about this, you pick a place you want to go to on Friday, I'll pick you up around 7pm and I'll give you the best night of your life." He pulled her in closer and she could feel his hot breath on her. She could also feel his massive manhood against her. She bit her lip, if she wasn't wet before she was now. "Mhmmm sounds good" she said trying to stifle a moan of pleasure as she felt his big strong arms around her. He then let her go, gave her one more kiss, they exchanged numbers, and then they left. She could barely make it home in time to pull out her vibrator and moan his name in anticipation for the weekend.
But now it was time for Roger to get home. He drove back, satisfied with himself. With his perfect life. He pulled into his garage around 9:30pm. He got the two bags out of the trunk and dropped them on the floor of the living room. He goes to his room to put on his pajamas. He then goes to the couch and gets his phone, he needs to respond to a few emails. He puts his feet up on the coffee table. As he goes through his phone, his dick swells a bit. It's anticipating what is coming.
There, done. It's 10pm now. Almost time for bed, but there were some very important steps before that. You finally stand up and go over to your gym bag, kneeling to open it. You unzip the zipper an are immediately hit in the face with your smelly gym gear. The bag is full of it. You had placed days old gym gear including your underwear and socks in here, and man it reeked (you kept your clean clothes in a side compartment).
Roger starts removing some old clothes from the bag, making some room. Finally, he grabs something large and places it on his floor. It's his faggot son.
Roger looked at his son, rather his former son, on the floor, making a look of disgust as he stared at the pathetic creature. His cock was becoming fully hard now, tenting his gym shorts. Almost involuntarily he spits at the faggot, who still is remaining obediently still despite spending all day in a gym bag.
The fag has a mask on completely obscuring his vision. He has had the mask on for a week straight at this point. The tiny 5'2" fag has been tied into a ball, and is small enough to fit snugly in the gym bag. The fag wears a small cock cage, restricting his small penis. In his ass is a 6 inch dildo, which has been there all day. Sure, he could have put a bigger one up there, but he doesn't want the fag to get too used to a cock his size (a throbbing, veiny 10.5 inches when fully hard). He also wears a collar around his neck.
"I know that mouth is dry faggot, open up and drink my piss," Roger says in his deep manly voice. He takes the gag out of the fags mouth, revealing a 3.5 inch plastic penis attached that has been in his mouth all day. By now the fag knows better than to speak, no matter how desperately he wants to. He still can't see and can barely hear anything (there are earplugs in his ears that block out a lot of sound).
His father's piss was the only thing the fag had had to drink for 3 weeks. His father collected all his piss in bottles - right now in the gym bag there were 3 bottles of piss from his day he would be feeding to the fag before he went to bed. Roger wants the fag to only drink straight male piss for the rest of his miserable life.
The fag had made the mistake of coming out to him a few weeks ago. Roger had always known his son was weak. He was much shorter than him and skinny as a rail, so unlike himself when he was his age, much less how he is now. He always talked about wanting to make him a real man, but his son wasn't much for that. Still, he was his son. He was his son until that confession, that is. Roger couldn't believe he actually took the chance, in a way he almost admired the bravery, but he then just thought of it as stupid. He knew how Roger felt about fags. He must have thought his own son would be an exception. Big mistake.
It was just seconds after cumming out that the fag felt the brutal backhand slap his father delivered. The immense strength differential meant the fag went flying back towards the wall. His father, without speaking, just stomped towards him and grabbed him by the hair and delivered another powerful slap, this time with his palm. He then looked right into the fag's eyes, his terrified eyes, and spit right in his face. "LOOK AT ME FAG! YOU ARE NO LONGER MY SON. YOU'RE GOING TO LEARN HOW I REALLY THINK ABOUT FAGS!" screamed his father. The fag looked into the rage-filled face of his father. Sweaty, veins popping out, he looked crazed. He could barely take that in before his father grabbed him by the hair and dragged him into the bedroom. He struggled to keep up with his father's frantic pace.
He threw the fag on his back on the bed and went the nightstand. He pulled out some lube and pulled off his pants. "Dad... no..." said the fag, but it was too late. His father showed him the terrifying, fat, veiny monster attached to him, glistening in lube. "I hope you've been opening up that asshole because I'm not holding out" In fact the fag had not, he was a virgin and only put a finger or two up his ass. Oh well, gotta learn sometimes.
When he entered the fag, he put his hand over his mouth, attempting to block him yelling but it only partially worked. The fag's eyes bulged in panic and pain. FUCK it was destroying him. And then he started plowing. FUCK FUCK FUCK this hurt. But eventually he stopped screaming so loud, his father removed his hand from his mouth and started slapping the fag as he fucked him. Saying all kinds of nasty things to the fag.
God, it felt good to hate that fag. Maybe he had always hated his son. Probably. But now he had a really good excuse to.
To the fag, his father looked like the very definition of masculinity. Just a ball of raging testosterone obliterating his hole with hate. Sweaty, veiny, bulging, hate. He thought his hole would never recover from the onslaught. The pain was the greatest he ever felt. But even through the pain... he felt greater pleasure. Somehow he felt his little dick throbbing. Through the screams escaped some moans as his little dick made a mess on his abdomen.
The man's eyes got wide, new hate coming over him. The fag looked scared all over again, seeing the hate and disgust in his father's eyes. He put both hands on the fag's throat, squeezing and fucked him with new strength. The fag's eyes rolled to the back of his head. Then, as if he were a ragdoll, his father picked up him and slammed him against the wall, his dick never leaving his ass. "YOU ARE NOT MY SON!" he yelled as he fucked, "YOU ARE JUST A FAGGOT!" He was a faggot.... he felt like a faggot. Eventually, after being slammed against the wall probably a hundred times, his father erupted in his ass and then threw him back on the bed.
The fag looked like he just got run over. He laid groaning on the bed, totally unable to move. His father's cum trickled out of his ass. His mouth was open staring dumbly at the wall, unable to process the reality of what just happened. He twitched every now then, his body wracked with pain. His dad just looked at the pathetic fag... "this is what I'm dealt with, huh?" he thought. He noticed the cum pouring out of the fag's ass onto the bed sheet. "Jesus Christ..." he said. He pulled the fag's hair and brought his face to the sheet "Suck it out!" he said. The fag started sucking his father's cum and his own ass slime from the sheets. When Roger was satisfied, he dragged the fag into the living by his hair. The fag couldn't really keep up in his state, so he really was dragging him across the floor.
Roger made the fag kneel before him on the floor by the couch, while he fixed himself some whiskey and a cigar. Then he sat in front of the fag, and took off his socks. He presented his bare foot to his son. "Worship my feet while I explain your new life faggot," he said. The fag had never really been into feet, but he didn't want to make his father angry. His hole was still leaking his jizz, and it was puffy and sore from the assault it had just taken. So he put his head right by the foot and stuck out his tongue. His eyes lit up as soon as he tasted it. The taste and smell of his father's feet... it was unlike anything he had ever experienced.
His father didn't notice... he was starting to explain the fag's miserable life. "No friends, no phone, no TV, no internet, no freedom, no rights, no happiness", he said as the fag started sucking on his toes. He was flicking his tongue between his father's feet. As he did this, as he fell totally in love with his father's feet, a sick thought entered his head "I'm so lucky". What surely he didn't mean that? But these feet, this feeling of total domination, total destruction of his will, it felt... amazing? His father was in the middle of explaining something: "I control everything, what you do, what you eat, and hopefully eventually even what you think" he said. God he was such a man. He just looked up at his father, switching to the other foot. He wanted to see how much of his foot he could get in his mouth. Then he licked from the heel to the toe. He sucked on his father's foot with force. He had stifle moans as he felt his already sore hole throb, practically begging for more abuse. God damn, he never knew feet could get him like this.
As he took in the sweet pleasure of his father's feet, he heard his father say, "You are nothing but a cocksleeve for me now, understand?" And he did understand. He understood it better than anything he had ever heard. "I'm a cock sleeve for you now," the fag reiterated in a total homo trance. "Good..." his father said questioningly realizing for the first time the state his feet seemed to put the fag in. He had been distracted laying down the law, he hadn't even noticed that the fag was practically making love to his feet. Sure it felt good... but looking at his foot, he was astonished that it was totally clean. Had the fag really sucked off the dead skin from my feet? Even under his toenails looked cleaner. He got a look of disgust as he saw the ultra clean and perfect state of his feet. Then he looked at the fag. The fag was red in the face with embarrassment and shame... he had really gone above what was expected from a foot worship. He was even more ashamed when he noticed he had an erection. And then his father did. "YOU GOD DAMN FAGGOT!" he yelled and then he facefucked the hell out of the fag, depositing a straight load down the fags throat. When he was done, he told the fag to go shut himself in a closet, and that's where the fag stayed for the night.
Their relationship blossomed over the next few weeks. He tried different things. He knew he liked bondage, he liked tying up the fag. He liked the fag doing chores. He liked making him generally miserable. So he tried different things. And fucked the fag a lot. The gym bag thing was recent as of the last few days.
Roger began to realize he enjoyed carrying the little faggot around. He could just take a look at that gym bag and think "my faggot son is wasting away in there" during a particularly hard part of his workday. That made his day better. He enjoyed that while he ate a delicious ribeye talking to a beautiful woman while drinking some wine, that the little fag was suffering in the trunk of his car.
More than anything, Roger enjoyed living a full, rich life, while that faggot lives one of misery, suffering, and agony. That was the perfect life for a fag in Roger's eyes. Roger had always had deep feelings of homophobia. He never really addressed him. He knew when he saw an open, proud fag in public, it caused him to feel... things. Deep dark things that he mostly pushed down. He pushed down those feelings of wanting to see that fag tied up in his basement. He definitely pushed down those feelings of wanting to plow his ass while he was tied up. But now... that was all out the window. Time to make up for lost time.
Roger remembered all of this as he fucked the faggots throat. It had been a long day and he desperately needed some release. By now, the fag still struggled to take this massive cock (who couldn't) but had gotten much better at deep throating it. But Roger was a unique fucker... especially with the fag. He mercilessly longdicked that fag's throat.
Roger had always been an aggressive fucker. But he found no woman could take him full force. Even the fag's mother, when she was alive, had complained early on in their relationship that he was too rough. And that wasn't even close to what he wanted to do. He listened to her because he loved her... he never knew what it was like to fully fuck a woman with all his might. He still doesn't know, but his little fag fleshlight was close enough to the real thing.
He readjusted the fag's constraints so that so he could fold the fag in half with his knees by his head. He then picked up the fag, getting him into a full nelson position but with Roger still standing. He could hold the fag parallel to the ground with his strength and line up that hole perfectly for his cock. His cock dripped with the fag's spit and throat slime - the only lube he would be using. He pushed his cock all the way into the fag's ass. That first grunt-scream is music to his ears. Then he started the full assault.
He wondered if his neighbors could hear the loud wet slapping noises of him coring out his human fleshlight. "YOU'RE A SICK" *slam* "FUCKING" *slap "FAGGOT" he growled. This was a pure hate fuck. He wanted it to hurt, he wanted it to hurt really bad. He tried to make it hurt as much as possible, wriggling his dick once all the way inside the fag, fucking at slightly different angles to push on all the walls. He was rewarded with pained noises (interrupted sometimes by moans) as he plowed that ass with one mission: destroy it.
"I... FUCKING... HATE... YOU...FAGGOT!" He pounds the fag really hard on "HATE" and then pull his up so that's he's upright on his cock, the fag sitting in midair with his father's huge cock buried in his hole. He readjust his hands slightly, moving to wrap around the front of his throat to choke him.
As a natural born faghater, it feels so good for Roger to say those words to the fag. To tell him how he really feels as he destroys him. He can't imagine a world in which he has to hide his true feelings. To watch his son prance around like a little fairy. It makes him sick... these fags should be taught a lesson, and he was so happy he got to teach his disgusting son that lesson personally.
As he plowed the fag, voicing his hate, the fag squirmed a bit in his hands, and saw some slime trickle out of his cock cage onto the floor. It was too much for the fag. Roger didn't stop pounding as the fag sputtered his disgusting cum. The fag regularly came himself, usually multiple times while getting destroyed by his father. Roger wasn't sure what it was... a pure physiological response from the pummeling his prostate was getting? Or was it psychological too? The insanely rough treatment and the realization that you were nothing more than a sex toy for your own father? Roger secretly hoped it was the latter... he hoped that he had ruined the fag so much that it got off on its own destruction.
The depravity of his own son cumming at being fucked so hard by his father always gave him a bit of a second wind - a newed vigor. His cock was a blur as it drilled into the fag over and over. The fag was actually starting to lose consciousness, not only from the lack of air but also the pure brutality and pain in his hole. Finally he felt the wetness of his father's cum as it found its home deep within his hole. "Grab the buttplug fairy," said his father. It was on the coffee table, he reached over to grab it, not being able to see he groped around comically as he searched for it, and then handed it to his father. He positioned the fag upside down, making sure his cum did not escape. Then he corked up the fag hole, letting his juices marinate within him. He put the fag on the floor, and caught his breath. He pushed his cock into the fags mouth to clean it off. He put on some clothes and sat down, just looking at the fag for a moment.
Roger almost forgot... the fag needs to eat, unfortunately that was still a reality. Roger went to the fridge and pulled out a 'fag meal' - nutritional slop, a mostly tasteless slurry. He portioned them out into about 800 calories each and gave him one in the morning (before loading him into the gym bag) and one at night. He brought the portioned out slop over the fag, tiled his head up and removed the gag. "Dinner time fag," he said and the fag opened his mouth longingly. He shoveled in the gruel and the fag ate it hungry. When he was done, he spit in the fag's mouth for good measure. Then he pulled the 3 bottles of piss he had saved up all day from his gym bag and started pouring it down the fag's throat. The fag was thirsty and drank it but still struggled against the taste and the huge amount being fed to him. He knew better than to fuck up though and swallowed it all.
"Alright, let's get you to bed, faggot," he said. He picked up the fag and brought him out into the garage. This was usually where the fag slept these days. But you can't just let a fag sleep on the cold garage floor... no you have to give it more than that. Roger placed his son on the floor. He looked in a drawer and then pulled out a new gag. On the part that goes in the fag's mouth, it was 7" and could snake down the fag's throat. It had an opening on one end and the top, creating an airway so the fag could breath. The fag hated it, which means Roger loved it. He put the gag into the fag's mouth with a smile as it choked to accomodate its new intruder. Satisfied, he then went over to a box. It was an assorted box of dildos.
Roger smiles sadistically as he digs through his box of dildos. The oversized, freakish dildo collection driven by some late night sadistic online shopping. He saw the one he wanted: the 13 inch horse cock.
He was in a mood today, he simply wanted to shove the biggest dildo they had up his son's ass. He looked through his other options though, already planning the rotation. There was the double dildo, the spiked dildo, the dog knot... so many choices.
All of these were great choices the fag had experienced and would experience again and again. The horse cock would be a good choice for tonight. Roger attached the dildo to a base on the garage floor. It looked terrifying, he almost wished the fag could see it.
He effortlessly lifted the fag up above the huge horse dildo, smiling to himself thinking about how the fag would soon be completely impaled on it. The fag started breathing heavier, knowing he was about to be lowered onto something huge... he just didn't know what dildo would be used tonight with the mask still over his face. Using one of his hands, Roger reached under the fag, and uncorked the plug in his ass. The fag was moaning under the dildo gag, daddy's semen rushing out of his hole, while air entered. The cum splattered all over the dildo, coating it from the copious jizz that had been locked in his son's asshole. This would be his only lube for the night.
"Get ready faggot," Roger said, his dick sadistically twitching in his pants as he watched the fag breath even harder in anticipation. With both arms around the fag, he slammed the fag down on the dildo. Immediately the fag's head went up towards the sky as he screamed into his dildo at the new intrusion. The horse cock was very thick, thicker than Roger's cock and the butt plug. It opened him up even more. He got about 4" down on the first try. Not good enough.
Roger then just as quickly lifted the fag up off the dildo, its hole now devastatingly empty. And then he slammed the fag back down on it again. 6" this time... we were getting somewhere. The fag was groaning as bet it could behind its gag. He felt his father pick him up and then slam him down again. Oh wow 10"! He could tell that made the fag feel really good. Tears of joy! But not good enough. With a sickening wet noise he brought him all the way up the dildo again, from below the hole looking disgustingly deformed.
He waited for a moment, sadistically enjoying the fag's anticipation. Its breathing a hurried pace, really struggling to remain at all composed. And then suddenly he slammed him down hard on the dildo. The fag's reaction was immediate and dramatic. His head swung back, a stiffed scream emitting beyond the gag, his body shaking. All 13" inches were in the fag's ass. Just as he started screaming, he shot cum through his cock cage, one of the biggest cumshots Roger had seen from the fag. It sprayed across the garage. "Fucking disgusting, faggot," said Roger, shaking his head... he'd pay for that tomorrow. He looked at the fag, recovering, still taking deep breaths, sweaty, and groaning.
Roger suddenly remembered something: his new collar tag! He had been shopping online for the perfect tag for its collar. He made a custom tag. He took it out of the shipping envelop it came in and attached it to the fag's collar. Perfect! He stood back to admire it. "Faggot Rapemeat" it described the fag perfectly!
Fuck, looking at his work, he realized that he was fully hard again. Jesus, the things he had to put up with teaching the fag a lesson. He abruptly removed the 7" gag from the fag's throat causing him to gag, and then immediately replaced it with his 10.5" inches. He pushed until his pubes were against the fag's nose. He pulled out, enjoying the pained gagging noises, intensified by the 13" he was trying to manage from the other end. Then he plunged in again and facefucked him, plugging his nose for added fun.
Using no hands, only his hips, he swung his fat cock against the fag's face, battering it with satisfying slaps. Each swing he emphasized with an insult or general obscenity. He then told the fag to stick out his tongue and slapped his big monster against his tongue repeatedly. With the fag's tongue still out, he then dragged his huge cock all around his face, getting his balls on his face too, really enjoying rubbing that big cock into the fag's face. But it was getting late, he needed to cum and go to bed. "Tell me what's on your mind, faggot," said his father... granting him permission to speak for the first time all day. And his son knew exactly what he wanted.
"Daddy, I'm so sorry for being a faggot. Thank you taking complete control of my life. It's much better now, you give me exactly what I deserve. I'm so sorry for cumming twice today dad, I don't deserve it. It s just that your big perfect manly cock makes me so crazy. You are the perfect image of straight masculinity daddy... you're my God!" Roger brought his head back in pleasure hearing those words and then rammed the cock into the fag's throat. "FUCK! FUCK" he screamed as he unloaded into the fag, his sweat falling off his body onto the fag. He just stood there for a moment, regaining composure with his cock still down the fag's throat. Then he pulled out his cock and put the 7" gag back the fag's mouth.
Now the fag was ready for bed. Or ready to stay awake all night on the garage floor with a giant dildo in his ass. Roger pulled out his phone and pulled up an app that controlled the collar and the dildo within his son's ass. They both had vibrating and shocking ability. He set the dildo to vibrate every 30 minutes for 10 minutes... each minute of that 10 it spent vibrating it would send up a shock up the fag's asshole. Then he set the collar to shock every 20 minutes. He pushed the settings up a bit compared to where he had it... he thought the fag was getting bored of those weak shocks and vibration. In the middle of the night, if he had to piss, he would get up and walk into the garage. He'd remove the gag and start pissing but then turn each of the shocks up all the way. He always laughed at the funny noises the fag would make as it tried to drink down his piss while getting shocked. What a dumb fag!
He looked around, making sure everything was perfect for the fag... when he decided it was, he went to the door and shut off the light and wordlessly left the fag alone in the garage. The man brushed his teeth and made his way to bed.
As Roger lay in bed he finally decided to pull the trigger on the expensive whip set that he had been looking at for the past few days. Some of those looked really scary... he though it might make for a nice weekend with the fag at some point. He got hard thinking about the next time he takes the fag's mask off, the first thing he would see is his new whip collection. With that thought, he turned off his phone and went to bed, resting up for his busy day tomorrow.