Chapter 14

Here Roberts finds himself on his knees before his father again. His pants are gathered at his ankles around his shoes. His shirt lays tosses aside on the floor. He wipes his nose with the back of his hand and pulls it away covered with blood from his nose. He looks down and sees that his blood has dripped onto his chest. It isn’t the first time, and it probably won’t be the last. The boy manages to kneel up and sit back on his heels. His chest is still heaving and he cannot stop crying, even though his mouth is new free of his father’s cock.

His father’s cock ... it juts out before him. The man is completely naked. His own clothes are neatly folded and draped over the sink. He is fresh from the shower. He reaches for the boy, his fingers curling to grip his hair. Robert sobs again and shakes his head, trying to struggle to get away. But he doesn’t, he never does. Instead, Robert just kneels there and let him stroke his hair. His father’s fingers suddenly tighten their grip and he pulls the boy forward. Robert shuffles his knees painfully on the hard floor, dragging his pants through his own body fluids. He is shamefully not fully undressed, which seems somewhat more vulnerable than being fully naked.

His father croons softly and shushes the boy. His fingers remain curled in the boy’s hair, while his other hand grips the base of his cock. He presses the tip again the boy’s lips and says, “Suck it. Take my dick in your mouth and suck it.”

Robert begins to sob more. The tears roll from his eyes. He shakes his head gently, but parts his lips and leans to take the end between his lips. With only this small portion, he is able to better taste the fluid that drips from his slit. He gags at the flavor. His father laughs and pulls his cock from his mouth. He slaps Robert’s face with it. Then he does it again. The boy does nothing but kneels there and takes it.

The boy shivers and struggles to take the hefty meat in and sucks on it. His father groans appreciatively, murmuring approval and encouragement. The boy sucks. He licks. He fights to keep from gagging and not wanting to vomit. Then his father pulls his cock from Robert’s lips and traces then with it.

“Lost in a world of doubt and insecurity, nothing that you hold sacred, nothing you believe. Your life is a contradiction, while you thrive on manipulation. I fight to just hold on to what I believe.”

He jerks the boy’s head back and tells him to open his mouth and stick out his tongue. The boy does. Then the man drags the length of his man meat against the extended tongue. Robert sobs quietly and tastes the man.

“You’ve treated me like I’m a worthless piece of shit. You think you’re in control, but you make me sick. I want to watch you suffer, the way that you made me suffer. I want to fuck up everything you’ve ever loved. I won’t become the thing I hate. I won’t become you.”

His father is relentless in drilling the boy’s mouth. His cock is so hard that Robert cannot believe he hasn’t climaxed yet.

“Suck it, you little cock whore. You better get it nice and wet, because it’s the only lube you’re getting.”

The boy whimpers at the remark. He’s been here before—many times. He’s knows he needs to get it as wet as possible to alleviate some of the pain. And he does his best to cover his father. The man suddenly jerks his member from the boy’s mouth and announces that he is ready to be fucked. And though this is expected, and Robert knew it was coming, he begins to sob harder, shaking his head. This time he finds the courage to resist. He drops to all fours and turns, trying to scramble away on his hands and knees, baring his naked ass to the man.

The man laughs and reaches down, gathering the bunched pants and boxers between Robert’s ankles. He yanks sharply on them and pulls the boy right off his knees. Robert lands hard on the cold, wet floor. The impact slams his body on top of his cock. He winces in pain. Then the man flips the boy over onto his back and pulls the pants and underwear completely from his legs and tosses them aside. All Robert has left is his socks and shoes, and the feeling of complete vulnerability.