It was a relatively normal day for Greg Universe. Laze around, wash the few cars that came around for a wash (only two today, more than usual), eat lunch, then spend the afternoon beating off and lazing around more. Being a millionaire was pretty rough. All this money and still nothing to do. He couldn’t even get a prostitute or something around his dick. Beach City was just that boring.

        Fap fap fap

        Jacking off was getting too boring. And the several fleshlights he had ordered weren’t all that fun, either. He wanted something real. But, who would want a crusty guy like him? He hadn’t showered in several days, and had spent 90% of those days coating his underwear with cum. He used to get all the pussy he wanted. Rose was fascinated with human reproduction.

        Rose…

        Having a kid had been great, sure. But he didn’t realize just how lonely he’d turn out. How many nights he’d have to spend by himself. He couldn’t even sleep in the same building as his son. He was less a dad and more a weird uncle or something, only there if needed. What about what he needed? Huh?

        “G-gguuuh…”

        Greg grunted as he shot yet another load into his hands, coating some more of his belly with sticky white cum. Fourth time today. He was proud of his stamina, but his dick was starting to feel a bit raw. He wanted to fuck something.

        Rose…

        Steven…

        Steven didn’t look too much like his mother, sure, but… The inner pedo in Greg had to admit that he was a really cute kid. Getting fatter every month, it seemed, no matter how much exercise he got or how many monsters he killed. Greg loved whenever they got to swim or play with the hoses together. Seeing his son’s tits and belly bounce with every step, seeing his fat ass straining in his shorts whenever he bent over…

        Damn…

        N-no, he couldn’t think of his son that way. As cute as he was. As much as Greg wanted to fuck him hard, just like he did with Rose. But those were secret thoughts, things he didn’t even admit to himself.

        Greg usually spent his nights drinking. What better way to blow all the money he had? And it had been a while since he’d had any good liquor. Tonight, though, he was feeling particularly despicable, and the drinks wouldn’t stop coming.

        “Hey, uh, Greg.” The bartender said to him quietly. “You might wanna slow down a bit.”

        But he didn’t slow down. Each whiskey made him angrier. Thinking of how tight Rose always was, how good she rode his dick. And now she was gone, and there was Steven. He wondered how it would feel to spread Steven’s ass apart. Finger his tight hole. Finger her tight hole. There wouldn’t be much of a difference, since Steven really was Rose. Would she be able to feel it?

        Except Steven was sexier, almost. Greg was nearly drooling now. He wanted to fuck his son hard, make his moobs bounce from how hard he was getting railed. Make him piss himself from how good his Daddy’s dick was. Wouldn’t be so hard. Wasn’t he home anyway? He paid for his last drink and walked out of the bar, fishing his phone out of his pocket and narrowly avoiding running into a lamppost.

        Coming over he texted, and shoved his phone into his pocket. He didn’t care what the response was.

        It was dark in Beach City. There weren’t any lights near the shore, and it was very hard to make his way over to the temple in his drunken state. Usually the moon would reflect off the waves and give him enough light to see by, but it was waning now and his eyes just couldn’t seem to focus. He felt hot and tired, and also excited. His cock was pushing up against his shorts. It seemed just as eager to fuck little boy hole as he was.

        Climbing the stairs was a trial. He stubbed his toe several times and lost a flip-flop somewhere. Steven seemed to hear his cursing and met his dad at the top of the stairs, dramatically shining a flashlight up at his face. “Whhhooooo gooooes theeeere!?”

        “It’s me, Steven.” Greg grunted. He wasn’t really in the mood for games.

        “Haha, I know. Halloween’s next week, and I’m just really excited!” He smiled and turned the light off. “Um, it’s really late, though. Was something wrong?”

        “Where… Uh…” Greg struggled to realign his thoughts. “Where are the Gems?”

        “They’ve been gone on some important mission.” Steven shrugged. “Something wrong with the Warp Pads or something. They said they’d be back in time for Halloween though. I can’t wait!”

        The Gems were gone. “Y-yeah, yeah… Er…” Greg coughed a bit. “Say, I know it’s late but it’s been a while since we hung out or anything.”

        “Oh!” Steven cheered. “A sleepover!”

        Greg burped a bit, steadying himself, and nodded. “That’s right, buddy. How ‘bout we round up your stuff and head back down to the ol’ car wash? Van party?”

        “Van party!” Steven shouted, raising his arms triumphantly. “Okay, I’ll go grab my blankets and stuff.”

        Dumb kid… Greg thought affectionately. His dick twitched when he caught a glimpse of Steven’s fat ass as he ran back inside. It would be a party, alright.

        Steven gathered his heaviest blanket, his favorite stuffed animal, and a few snacks, and together they trekked back to the car wash. It wasn’t too long of a walk, as usual, but in the dark it seemed a lot more foreboding. Steven held his dad’s hand tight along the way, hoping this wouldn’t be the perfect moment for some monster or something to leap out. It had been a while since he’d gotten to sleep with him.

        But something seemed up with Greg. He seemed a lot more out of it than usual. He smelled kind of weird, and there was a lump in his shorts that he kept scratching or adjusting. Maybe he was just tired… Steven nodded to himself. They’d have to get lots of rest, then.

        The closer they got to the van, the more impatient Greg got. Surely he could just tackle Steven right here, pull down his pants and… He knew there had to be others who wanted a piece of Steven’s ass, what a treat it would be to-

        N-no, no. He wanted Steven all to himself. And it was a good thing the van was relatively soundproof. Not many people lived over here anyway.

        They arrived, and Steven excitedly lugged the van doors open and crawled inside. Greg followed suite, looking around for a quick moment before closing the doors behind him on the way in.

        “Aw, you aren’t gonna leave them open?” Steven asked. “It gets a bit stuffy in here…”

        “It’ll be fine, Steven.” Greg mumbled as he locked the van. “Safety first, and all.”

        “Yeah…”

        Once they were both settled, Greg took in the sight of his son sprawled out on the van floor, resting comfortably against a pillow. Smirking a bit, he started taking his shirt and shorts off, and Steven did the same. There wasn’t anything weird about it. They had both slept together plenty of times in their underwear. But there was still something strange about that huge wet bulge now more prominent in his dad’s underwear. Looking at it made him feel a bit hot.

        “I didn’t just wanna hang out, Steven.” Greg said quietly, laying down beside his son and resting his hands behind his head. Lifting his arms immediately released the stink trapped within, and Steven sniffled a bit. “I was wondering… How have things been with you lately?”

        “Er…” Steven coughed a bit. His dad’s hairy pits were awfully close to his face. “I’ve been okay. Just usual stuff, it seems. I’m glad to have a bit of a break with the Gems gone on their mission.”

        “Hmm.”

        “H-how about you?” He blushed.

        Greg reached down and adjusted his boner so it was even more obvious. It was leaking pre like mad, a wet stain spreading over the already dirty and stained underwear. “I’ve been alright. Just work, work, work. Yer old man’s gotta relax, haha.”

        “Yeah! Van party!”

        “Yup.”

        Steven turned on the radio and put on of his dad’s old albums in, turning the volume down low. He always loved listening to his dad’s music. Maybe he’d get to be a star just like his dad was some day.

        Greg’s music always reminded him of how often him and Rose would fuck. Any chance they’d get, like wild animals almost. She always wanted him most right after a performance, when he was sweaty and tired and shaken.

        “Hey Steven.” Greg whispered.

        “Yeah, Dad?”

        “You know, you’re getting to that age when your body is gonna start changing a lot. Before you know it, you’ll be a big scruffy old man, just like me, hehe…”

        “Oh, you’re not old!”

        “Hehe.” He tousled his son’s hair. “What a flatterer. But I’m being serious! I wanna be able to help you as you grow up, in ways the Gems can’t. They don’t know anything about human bodies and stuff.”

        “You mean, like… Uh… P-puberty?” Steven blushed a bit.

        “Mhmm. Pearl can read all the books in the world, and she still couldn’t tell you what it’s like.” Greg scratched his beard. “But I can.”

        “Well… What’s it like?”

        “Ha! Just look at me!” Greg gestured to himself. “I’m covered in hair, big gut, and I smell weird, don’t I?”

        “Y-yeah…”

        “Like right here.” He pointed to the bushy armpit facing Steven. “This is a real sign of manhood, ya know. You wanna be big and tough, right!”

        “Yeah! Of course I do!”

        “Well, big and tough guys have really gnarly hair, like me. And they sweat up a storm! You’re gonna start sweating a lot more as you grow up, and you’re definitely gonna smell funky.”

        “Oh…” Steven scratched his head. “Well, Pearl told me about that. She even bought me deodorant for-”

        “PFFT.” Greg interrupted rudely. “Real men don’t need deodorant. Listen, Steven. Hair and stink is what makes a guy a real guy. You’re not gonna get anywhere rubbing and spraying yourself with stuff.”

        Steven seemed a lot more serious now. He loved listening to his dad, and knew the few important tidbits of wisdom he could get from his loving father were important. He nodded hesitantly. “I guess you’re right, haha. But deodorant smells really nice…”

        “Smell? Get over here.” Greg pointed to his armpit. “I’ll show you a real smell.”

        “W-what!?” Steven blushed. “Um-”

        “Listen, Schtuball, this is an important lesson ya gotta learn!” He pointed to his armpit again. “Just take a quick whiff!”

        Steven hesitantly shuffled forward and pressed his nose to his father’s pithair, taking a deep breath. I-it smelled so grody… Like he did after a mission. But there was something nice about Greg’s smell, something that made him feel kind of weird. He withdrew and sniffled a bit. “G-gosh.”

        “Yup. Impressive, huh? And that’s not all.” By now, the alcohol and excitement was fully coursing through Greg’s system. He reached down and pulled his underwear down just a bit, revealing the mass of dark curly hair cushioning his dick. “See all that?”

        “W-woah…” Steven peered at it. “I didn’t know you could get hairy down there!”

        “Yup.”

        “C-can I… Can I touch it?”

        Oh fuck. “Sure thing. Don’t be too rough though, they get tangled easily.”

        Steven reached forward and ran his hands through his dad’s thick warm pubes. They were rather wet from sweat and stank more intensely than Greg’s pits did. “W-what’s this weird… white crust?”

        “Ah, you really wanna know?” Greg grinned.

        “Um, yeah…”

        “Well, I’ll show you in just a bit. First…” He shifted down and lifted his legs up, revealing his massive hairy ass to his son. The raw stink of sweat and piss was even greater now, washing over the van like an ocean wave. It overwhelmed Steven a bit, and he even started tearing up. But seeing his dad’s fat unwashed ass set something off inside of him.

        “Holy cow!” Steven cried. “There’s so much hair!”

        “Damn right.” Greg huffed. It was hard keeping his legs up like this. “W-why don’t you… Take a closer look?”

        Steven reached down and grabbed his father’s thick cheeks, combing through the forest of pubes covering them. He spread them apart slowly to reveal Greg’s rather dirty hole; the smells were getting a bit grosser now, and a bit more familiar, but Steven was still intrigued. He awkwardly pressed his nose to his daddy’s pucker, and suddenly a loud fart bursted into his face. “W-waaaaugh!”

        He crawled back, covering his face and coughing as Greg laughed loudly. “Hahaha! I sure got you, didn’t I?”

        “E-ergh…” Steven struggled not to inhale the deadly fumes, but he had already sucked up quite a bit of them. He coughed a bit but soon realized the absurdity of the situation, joining his dad in laughter.

        “...I didn’t hurt you or anything, right?” Greg sat up and pulled him into a hug, patting his back with mock concern. “It was just a joke, haha. You know how I get when it’s late…”

        “Y-yeah, I’m totally fine Dad!” Steven smiled at him. “J-just surprised me, haha…”

        “Did you like my butt?” Greg posed a bit dramatically, making Steven laugh again.

        “Yeah, it was so big! Mine is kind of big, I guess… But yours seems really cool.”

        “Yup. And you know… Gross stuff like farting is something real men share a lot with each other.”

        “Oh.” Steven blinked. “Really?”

        “Indeed. And there’s all sorts of other stuff too!”

        “Ohh, oh. Like what?”

        The little faggot was really taking the bait. Greg reached down and grabbed his dick suddenly, feeling the overwhelming desire to stop with the bullshit and rape his son stupid. But it would be better to wait. It was far more fun trying to corrupt him and draw him in.

        Either way, your ass is mine.

        “W-well…” Greg struggled to rear his thoughts back in. “Just think of everything the Gems have probably told you is ‘gross’. Burping, farting, being sweaty… E-even pee. Guys always piss on other guys.”

        “Wh...W-what!?” Steven looked a bit grossed out now. “Really?”

        “Yup. Trust me, it’s really fun to do. Toilets are for boring people. Real men like to piss on each other, fart together. Ever seen me hawk a loogie?”

        “L-like, when you clear your throat and then spit?”

        “Yeah. Getting all that mucus out. Guys love swallowing each other’s dirty snot.” Oh fuck yeah. Swallow my dirty snot, Steven. Ride my cock and become my personal fucktoilet. “A-and guys love kissing each other, swapping spit and piss and all sorts of stuff in their mouths.”

        “D-Dad, um…” Steven pointed down. “What are you doing?”

        Greg blinked and looked down, realizing he had been jacking himself to his dirty thoughts. His fat, dark 8-inch cock was completely out, pre oozing from his tip and foreskin. Steven ogled it with surprise; he had never seen another penis besides his own before.

        “Er… S-sorry, Steven.” Greg gingerly tucked it back into his underwear. “Just got a bit excited, that’s all.”

        “B-but… Is my thing gonna get that big when I grow up?” Curiosity had fully taken over Steven now, despite the strangeness of the act. Lewdity wasn’t in his mind at all, and he knew very little of sex. He just wanted to know more about his daddy’s really big and thick penis.

        “Oh, it definitely will.” Greg replied, feeling a bit more uninhibited. His son was definitely a born and bred faggot if he got all big-eyed from the sight of his old man’s cock. “In fact, I bet it will be bigger than mine. And there’s a whole lot you can do with your dick that I bet the Gems haven’t told you about.”

        “Like… More besides… Peeing?” Steven was a bit confused now. His ‘dick’ was solely just for pissing, as far as he knew.

        “Of course! How about… You let your old man show you?”

        This seemed like a nice idea, but Steven was feeling a bit tired. It was late, and that… That gross fart had made him feel a bit sick. “How about tomorrow? We should get some sleep first before we have any fun.”

        What kind of stupid logic was that? But Greg knew better than to push his luck. “Alright, Schtuball. Let’s hit the hay, then.”

        They settled down, and soon Steven was pressed against his father’s warm and smelly body. The gross, unwashed odor was something he was used to, though, and it was comforting. He snuggled into his dad’s chest and was asleep not too long after.

        Greg, though, remained awake. His boner ached for attention, and he had the perfect way to relieve himself right next to him. He lightly jacked himself off while waiting for a good opportunity, but soon felt another urge rise up inside him.

        “Hmm…”

        He leaned over and burped loudly in Steven’s face. The disgusting stench ran over him like nothing, and the boy merely sniffled a bit, still sleeping.

        Hehe…

        After a bit of careful struggle, he managed to get himself out from underneath Steven and gently sat down on top of him, straddling the boy’s hips. He took in the sight of his soon-to-be fuckslut, gently running his hands down the boy’s naked body, groping his moobs and feeling up every inch of him. He had rolls in all the right places, just like Rose did…

        Steven’s mouth was open a bit. Greg leaned down and hawked a huge snotball, spitting it directly into his son’s mouth.

        Dirty cunt. You’re my toilet, Steven. My fucking trash can. Greg’s hazy mind thought. That’s what you are…

        He leaned down and spat into his mouth once again, and then put a finger to his nose and blew hard, shooting a good torrent of crusty boogers into Steven’s mouth. He switched sides and did the same with the other nostril, almost snorting with glee as he fouled the boy’s mouth. When he had finished the gross act, Steven sighed in his sleep and reflexively swallowed, sending his daddy’s snotrockets straight into his stomach.

        Yeah, that’s right… Fucking fag. Swallow your daddy’s slime.

        His cock ached again, and he pulled down his dirty boxers to reveal his erection. It felt even harder than before, but he still shoved the tip into his son’s (soft…) mouth and tensed a bit, trying to empty his bladder. “F-fuck…”

        Eventually the stream did come, and dark smelly piss streamed down Steven’s throat. When was the last time he’d had some fucking water…? Didn’t matter… What mattered was that-

        Steven tried to reflexively swallow again, and suddenly he was awake, coughing and spluttering as his dad’s piss decorated his face. “D-dad!? W-waaah!”

        Greg pinned him down and shoved his cock deeper, grinning rather maniacally. “Swallow it.”

        Steven was wildly confused, and wanted nothing more than to spit out the disgusting musty liquid in his mouth, but he obeyed. Terrified, he swallowed several mouthfuls of his father’s urine until the stream died down, almost retching with every taste. When Greg had finished, he slid his wet cock further into his toilet’s mouth until he bottomed out and Steven was choking again. “Mmmmnngh!”

        “Heh… Y-you know…” Greg slurred. “Rose always loved choking on my cock.”

        W-what…? Steven blinked back tears and struggled to remain still, breathing slowly around the mass in his throat. But it was getting harder… He was running out of air…

        “Suck it.” Greg growled.

        Steven whimpered in response, not really sure what to do. Why was Greg doing this? It… I-it was just a nightmare, ri-

        “I said suck it!” Greg shouted, thrusting hard and making his son retch again. The kid’s gag reflex was in full-force… Oh, well. He’d do the sucking himself.

        He continued thrusting, and soon was at a fast and rough pace, fucking Steven’s face like he was some toy. His daddy’s fat meat pummeling his mouth and heavy balls swinging against his chin hurt terribly, and make Steven dizzy. He struggled, trying to escape from this torture, but his dad was holding him firm.

        “Yeah… Yeah… Suck my cock, you dirty whore…” Just like she did.

        It didn’t take long for Steven’s tight wet facehole to yield musky nut from his father’s cock, and just like with the piss he swallowed every spurt down obediently. This stuff… It didn’t taste as bad as the pee, b-but… Ugh…

        This was just a nightmare! But the smell, the taste of the hot seed that had made him going into his belly… It seemed awful real.

        Greg, relishing in the afterglow of raping his son’s face, leaned back after the deed was done, panting and rubbing his still hard cock. Steven coughed and gasped for air and managed to slip out from under his dad’s heavy legs, pushing the man aside and crawling to the other end of the van. What… Whatever just happened, it didn’t seem like anything safe.

        But he stopped and cried out as Greg turned and sharply slapped his exposed ass. “Where do you think you’re goin’?”

        Steven whimpered. “I… I-”

        Another hard smack, making him scream. “Little sluts running away from daddycock? I didn’t know you had somewhere to be… Heh… Hehe…” He moved up behind Steven, grabbing the boy’s hips and pulling them back towards him. His dick fit so nicely between the boy’s cheeks… F-fuck…

        “D-dad, wh-”

        SMACK. “Shut up. You call me Daddy, Steven. Alright?”

        Steven sobbed and nodded, feeling his dad’s massive pedocock rubbing up on his undies. He didn’t know what his dad was… His daddy was about to do, but he was scared. Really scared. M-maybe he could… Use his powers?

        But… He didn’t want to hurt his dad. And this was definitely just a nightmare. Daddy would never hurt him like this… Y-yeah…

        Greg licked his lips as he pulled down Steven’s undies, revealing the boy’s plush cheeks and between them his taut little boyhole. His skin was so smooth and soft. So clean. He couldn’t wait to fuck him stupid, have him covered in his cum and piss and begging for more. He positioned the tip of his wet dirty cock at his prize’s entrance, and, holding those fat hips steady, thrusted in hard.

        The pain was completely unimaginable. Steven screamed as his daddy’s cock pierced his ass, shoving its way deep inside his fuckhole. “D-daaaad…!”

        But his screams were cut short as Greg leaned down and pushed him to the ground, wrapping his dirty stained underwear around the boy’s face. Once he was steady again, he started thrusting harder and harder, his cock slick with cum and Steven’s shit, pumping in and out of the virgin preteen hole. Fuck yes, this is real pussy. FFFffuuuuck me, Rose… You’re just as tight as ever… Arentcha…

        It was once again difficult for poor Steven to breathe now, as every gasp and moan earned him lungfuls of his father’s crotchstink. But soon the pain completely overtook him, and he laid there dazed as his ass was set on fire from rapid fucking. In none of his battles had he experienced something like this… Something that hurt so much, that felt like he was being torn apart from the inside. His daddy’s tool was stabbing him hard, hitting a weird place under his stomach that didn’t feel good at all.

        “Betcha wanna know why you’re such a good hole for your Daddy, huh, Steven?” Greg growled. He groped Steven’s ass hard when he didn’t get an answer. “Huh?”

        “Y-yes!”

        “Yes what?”

        “Y-yes, Daddy…?” Steven moaned.

        Good enough. “Your stupid cunt… I haven’t had a good fuck in years cuz Rose decided to get pregnant with you. Fucking whores. Both of you. But I’m tired of being lonely, always being left behind.” He punctuated this with a hard thrust, making the boy cry out again. “Be a nice little slut for your daddy, and maybe I’ll love you again, huh?”

        Not bothering to wait for an answer, Greg continued viciously raping his new toy, grinning as Steven’s ass lubed itself up for him with his blood. The real mark of a good slut… Giving up his ass so willingly for his dad…

        It didn’t take much more milking for Greg to grunt and blow a huge load of dad cream into his son’s ass. And when it was all slick and full of nut, he just kept on going, churning the disgusting mess of cum, shit, and blood in his son’s ass. He stopped for a moment to piss, filling up the boy even more, before continuing with his rape until he blew another wad. Steven shook with the force of his father’s thrusts, and breathed a slight sigh of relief as he felt his daddy pull out of him. His own mind was in a haze now as well, in shock from the pain and lack of air. And his butt felt so warm… As much as it hurt, it felt…

        When Greg moved off of him, Steven immediately tried to move away, but he was grabbed and violently slammed down onto his back. “O-ow!”

        “Trying to get away again, hmm?” Greg snarled.

        “N-no, Dad, I-”

        “What?”

        “No… No, D-daddy…” Steven sobbed. “P-please, I don’t know why you’re doing this, but-”

        “But what?” Greg reached down and shoved three fat fingers into his slut’s gaping ass, drawing another cry from Steven. He dug around, getting a nice mixture of cum and shit on his hands before shoving it in Steven’s face. “Eat it.”

        The smell made Steven want to puke. He grimaced and turned away, prompting Greg to reach down and grab his tiny balls.

        “Either you lick Daddy’s fingers clean, or you’re leaving without these precious things.”

        The tone his daddy took was unbearably harsh. Steven slowly stuck out a tongue and tasted the gross coating before reeling back in disgust. “U-ugh…!”

        “Eat it, Steven…” Greg taunted. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

        More struggle. Steven lapped at his daddy’s fingers, swallowing his own gross waste before leaning back after the deed was done, holding his aching stomach. He felt so sick, so dirty. He was… U-urp…

        “Hehe, enjoyed your own shit that much, eh?” Greg grinned. “Well, Daddy’s got another present for you…”

        With swift movement, Greg’s fat ass was once more being pressed to Steven’s face, except now the boy was filled with the opposite of curiosity. He reached up and tried to push it away, but his daddy viciously sat down right on his face, completely exposing him to his dirty hole.

        “Here’s Daddy’s present, faggot.” Greg hissed. “Better hope you’ve got room in your stomach to swallow all of it.”

        Steven’s protests were muffled as Greg let out a loud rancid fart, sighing in relief. His stomach had been hurting just a bit… But now…

        He rubbed his ass lightly on Steven’s face. Gotta make sure his toilet gets all that wonderful ass-stink. Then he tensed hard, and Steven let out another horrible muffled cry as his face was suddenly coated in his daddy’s wet shit.

        “Come on, Steven…” Greg said. “A good slut wants everything that comes out of his daddy, right? Swallow your daddy’s disgusting shit… Fucking fag…”

        He shoved more out, and Steven had no choice but to open his mouth and accept Greg’s foul ass waste, choking as he swallowed it down and puking most of it back up on himself. It was disgusting, smelly, wet… He couldn’t see, could barely hear, only smell and taste this awful, awful…

        Once Greg was done doing his business, he once again rubbed his putrid ass all over Steven’s face, smearing the gunk on him and shoving it further down his throat. “Yeah… Good toilet…” He moaned, reveling in his mess. He felt like a fucking king. Steven’s ass had been so tight…

        He wanted to fuck it again.

        The night continued on in a hazed frenzy. Steven was forced to clean his daddy’s ass thoroughly with his tongue, and any vomit earned him a hard spanking. Most of the time was spent pumping as much seed as possible into the boy’s ass, and soon Steven too was completely lost in the perverted haze. Pain and rotten stink filled his mind. He wanted to get away desperately. But his dad… He couldn’t hurt his daddy… This was just… It was all just…

        He didn’t think much of anything as he cleaned his daddy’s cock, tonguing disgusting cheese from underneath the head. He’d wake up soon, that’s all. He felt really sick, sure, but that’s how you usually felt in nightmares. He’d wake up soon and his daddy would frown at him, laugh at such a stupid, weird dream…

        It was only when the sun was starting to rise that Greg finally had his fill and passed out on top of his fuckmeat, ready to sleep his orgasm and alcohol-induced high off. Steven had passed out himself long before, completely overtaken by his father as he was raped endlessly.

        “Hope you like Daddy’s dick, faggot…” Greg leered as he pulled out one last time. “Your ass is mine now. This is what you get for killing Rose, stupid whore…”

        When they had both recovered, there’d be complete silence. Steven would never speak of this to anybody else. He’d go home, clean himself, smiles all around. But now… Now he’d spend time with his daddy more often… Way more often.

        As Steven shakily started getting dressed, Greg leaned over and sharply pulled his underwear up, giving him a nice wedgie and showing the wet spot of the cum leaking out of his ass very clearly. “Yeah…” He snarled. “This is more like it. The only thing you’re gonna be saving is Daddy’s cum in your ass, faggot.”

        Steven only nodded quietly, holding back tears. When he finally climbed out of the van shakily, his daddy bid farewell to him with an insulting “Later, faggot!”

        He felt tortured every time he received a text or call from Greg, or when his dad… His daddy ordered him to the car wash whenever he was done with what he was doing. The more time he spent getting brutally ass-raped, though, eventually made him used to the pain. And eventually, after weeks of being his daddy’s useful toilet… Being a complete object of lust, something just to be used by his big dirty daddy… It was a different sort of training, one only his daddy could give him.

        M-maybe it wasn’t so bad, in the end. He was making his daddy happy, even though it hurt a lot. There wasn’t a day that went by without him getting cummed on or in, without his daddy pissing on him or using him as a dirty fucktoilet. Every evening, he went to Greg’s smelling of fear and came back smelling like cum and shit. And little by little, the inner whore in Steven was coming out, something his daddy figured was a part of Rose. A natural yearning for his daddy’s fat dirty cock, the tool that had made him.

        As long as it made someone happy, he could endure any pain.