POV: Your father came home from a hard day at work only to find out that his only son is a fag. He looks beyond disappointed at you. You've never felt so small as you feel all of his judgement.
You wait for him to say anything... maybe he will call you a faggot. But he just says nothing. It feels like an eternity as you look up at him waiting for any kind of response. You study his face, every detail. HIs furrowed brow, the look of both loss and disappointment in his eyes. You take a mental picture of this moment - one you won't forget. Finally, he just sighs deeply and then turns around wordlessly to go to his room.
You stand there alone, forever changed. You will think about this moment for the rest of your life and jerk off to it. He was so disappointed. He was so disappointed he couldn't even find the words. Or worst yet, he didn't even think you were worthy of a response. Your father hates you. Your own father hates you! You feel the shame run through your body and you feel your dick getting hard. You really are disgusting. You are a freak.
Eventually, you leave for your room but not before standing in this moment, lingering in the single moment of your life where you felt the most shame. Even in the moment you can feel the gravity of it, the importance. This single moment will change the trajectory of your life forever. You will think about this moment for years to come. You just know it. You're not ready to leave. But eventually you do.
You bring yourself to your room, still in a bit of a haze. You collapse onto your bed. You bury your face into your pillow. Are you going to cry? No, not yet at least. You're a fucking pervert. You can feel your hard dick pushing against the mattress under you. With your head in your pillow, you start to hump your bed.
Fuck, your worst nightmare just came true. And it's making your dick hard. Your father totally rejected you. Without saying a word. You wish you could read his thoughts. To hear all the mean things he was thinking about you in his head.
You know he thinks you're a "faggot". You feel your dick getting harder and you hump with more vigor as you hear the word in your head in your dad's voice. Then his disappointed face flashes in your mind again, and you can just see and hear him saying "I hate you". FUCK! You moan into your pillow. What a disgusting faggot. Getting off on your father's hate. You feel so shameful but are so turned on.
God you wish you could have his manly, dirty underwear in your face right now. Inhale his dirty socks. Put your face in his work shoes. Fuck you are a disgusting little homo. There is no one in the world as low and as sick as you.
Maybe he'll just completely ignore you. Waiting out the time until he doesn't have to deal with his faggot son anymore. While you live in the house, you will also feel the icy chill in the air of your father's hate and disappointment. You try to do things to make him like you again, cook him dinner or do more chores around the house, but he won't even look at you because he hates what you are - and the things you want to do. OH GOD, your father knows you want another man's dick in your ass. The extreme shame of that idea collapses your mind into an even deeper state of humiliation. You whimper into your pillow as you feel it wash over you. Does your father also know you want to lick another man's asshole? FUCK FUCK FUCK.
With that knowledge, there's probably only one possibility: violence. Your father will want to take out his anger and homophobia on your physically. You imagine him busting into your room and draggin you off the bed by your leg, dragging into the living room, and then getting down on top of you and raining down his hate through his fists. HUMP HUMP HUMP HUMP. You are sweating. He'll call you every name in the book and say things he'll never be able to take back, not that he'll ever want to.
The only time you'll spend with your father from now on is when he's beating you for being a faggot. Otherwise, you are completely nothing to him. You will come to enjoy the beatings as its the only time he'll give you any attention. Fuck you are freak. You deserve this you fucking faggot.
Or maybe... he'll just disown you. Oh fuck. There is no hope for you and he can no longer see such a failure around his house anymore. Kick your ass out on the street with nothing. Completely forget about you. Burn the photos. Tell people he never even had a son. Because he didn't. He had a disgusting faggot whom he discarded. Dragged out of the house by your hair and thrown out by the curb. Like garbage. If your lucky maybe he will grace you with his spit before turning around to go back into the house, abandoning you forever. Fuck, you are garbage. YOU ARE GARBAGE.
Still face down on your bed, you pushed yourself up with your arms, your little dick still rubbing against the mattress but your face looking up, you imagined, no, it felt like you were really there, being in front of your father again, coming out to him. "I'm sorry I'm a faggot, dad," you say out loud, but quietly, afraid your father might actually hear you. You are humping your bed quickly now, very near orgasm. "I'm sorry for being a disappointment. Please punish me." You are at the point of no return now, you feel the cum about to leave your dick. "PLEASE make me really regret begin a faggot." You can see his face so clearly - his beautiful, hate-filled, disappointed face. And then you bust, coating your sheets with your disgusting shame-gasm.
Post orgasm, you collapse on your bed, your belly getting wet with the cum you just sprayed onto your mattress. All of the reality of the shame, rejection, and hate hits you again - only this time you don't have the comfort of your hard little dick to convert it to something sexual. No, it's all very real now. You are a fucking faggot and your father hates you for it. Desperately, as the anxiety weighs on you and near tears, you try to stroke your dick again, but it's too soon. You lay in bed trying to turn the shame into a hard on again. Eventually, it works. And you feel the wonderful shame-filled erection come back as you imagine your father again, and relive that beautiful, horrible moment.
Welcome to the rest of your life faggot.
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Your Disappointed Dad
Warning: Dark, homophobia
POV: Your father came home from a hard day at work only to find out that his only son is a fag. He looks beyond disappointed at you. You've never felt so small as you feel all of his judgement.
You wait for him to say anything... maybe he will call you a faggot. But he just says nothing. It feels like an eternity as you look up at him waiting for any kind of response. You study his face, every detail. HIs furrowed brow, the look of both loss and disappointment in his eyes. You take a mental picture of this moment - one you won't forget. Finally, he just sighs deeply and then turns around wordlessly to go to his room.
You stand there alone, forever changed. You will think about this moment for the rest of your life and jerk off to it. He was so disappointed. He was so disappointed he couldn't even find the words. Or worst yet, he didn't even think you were worthy of a response. Your father hates you. Your own father hates you! You feel the shame run through your body and you feel your dick getting hard. You really are disgusting. You are a freak.
Eventually, you leave for your room but not before standing in this moment, lingering in the single moment of your life where you felt the most shame. Even in the moment you can feel the gravity of it, the importance. This single moment will change the trajectory of your life forever. You will think about this moment for years to come. You just know it. You're not ready to leave. But eventually you do.
You bring yourself to your room, still in a bit of a haze. You collapse onto your bed. You bury your face into your pillow. Are you going to cry? No, not yet at least. You're a fucking pervert. You can feel your hard dick pushing against the mattress under you. With your head in your pillow, you start to hump your bed.
Fuck, your worst nightmare just came true. And it's making your dick hard. Your father totally rejected you. Without saying a word. You wish you could read his thoughts. To hear all the mean things he was thinking about you in his head.
You know he thinks you're a "faggot". You feel your dick getting harder and you hump with more vigor as you hear the word in your head in your dad's voice. Then his disappointed face flashes in your mind again, and you can just see and hear him saying "I hate you". FUCK! You moan into your pillow. What a disgusting faggot. Getting off on your father's hate. You feel so shameful but are so turned on.
God you wish you could have his manly, dirty underwear in your face right now. Inhale his dirty socks. Put your face in his work shoes. Fuck you are a disgusting little homo. There is no one in the world as low and as sick as you.
Maybe he'll just completely ignore you. Waiting out the time until he doesn't have to deal with his faggot son anymore. While you live in the house, you will also feel the icy chill in the air of your father's hate and disappointment. You try to do things to make him like you again, cook him dinner or do more chores around the house, but he won't even look at you because he hates what you are - and the things you want to do. OH GOD, your father knows you want another man's dick in your ass. The extreme shame of that idea collapses your mind into an even deeper state of humiliation. You whimper into your pillow as you feel it wash over you. Does your father also know you want to lick another man's asshole? FUCK FUCK FUCK.
With that knowledge, there's probably only one possibility: violence. Your father will want to take out his anger and homophobia on your physically. You imagine him busting into your room and draggin you off the bed by your leg, dragging into the living room, and then getting down on top of you and raining down his hate through his fists. HUMP HUMP HUMP HUMP. You are sweating. He'll call you every name in the book and say things he'll never be able to take back, not that he'll ever want to.
The only time you'll spend with your father from now on is when he's beating you for being a faggot. Otherwise, you are completely nothing to him. You will come to enjoy the beatings as its the only time he'll give you any attention. Fuck you are freak. You deserve this you fucking faggot.
Or maybe... he'll just disown you. Oh fuck. There is no hope for you and he can no longer see such a failure around his house anymore. Kick your ass out on the street with nothing. Completely forget about you. Burn the photos. Tell people he never even had a son. Because he didn't. He had a disgusting faggot whom he discarded. Dragged out of the house by your hair and thrown out by the curb. Like garbage. If your lucky maybe he will grace you with his spit before turning around to go back into the house, abandoning you forever. Fuck, you are garbage. YOU ARE GARBAGE.
Still face down on your bed, you pushed yourself up with your arms, your little dick still rubbing against the mattress but your face looking up, you imagined, no, it felt like you were really there, being in front of your father again, coming out to him. "I'm sorry I'm a faggot, dad," you say out loud, but quietly, afraid your father might actually hear you. You are humping your bed quickly now, very near orgasm. "I'm sorry for being a disappointment. Please punish me." You are at the point of no return now, you feel the cum about to leave your dick. "PLEASE make me really regret begin a faggot." You can see his face so clearly - his beautiful, hate-filled, disappointed face. And then you bust, coating your sheets with your disgusting shame-gasm.
Post orgasm, you collapse on your bed, your belly getting wet with the cum you just sprayed onto your mattress. All of the reality of the shame, rejection, and hate hits you again - only this time you don't have the comfort of your hard little dick to convert it to something sexual. No, it's all very real now. You are a fucking faggot and your father hates you for it. Desperately, as the anxiety weighs on you and near tears, you try to stroke your dick again, but it's too soon. You lay in bed trying to turn the shame into a hard on again. Eventually, it works. And you feel the wonderful shame-filled erection come back as you imagine your father again, and relive that beautiful, horrible moment.
Welcome to the rest of your life faggot.