I have three short stories for my Patrons this month, all based on their suggestions. Here’s one I wrote for them last month, which was too early to post then, and is too late to post now, but oh well, happy Father’s Day anyway.
Happy Father’s Day From Arctos
Jace and his dad, Patrick had never really seen eye to eye on anything, especially not since Jace had become a teenager. Patrick had spent his whole life pursuing the middle class dream, and now in his mid-fifties, he’d achieved it. The big house in the suburbs, a good wife, a handsome son. Sure–his life wasn’t exactly exciting–he spent the week working as a middle manager at a technology company in the city, and the weekends were usually spent golfing and relaxing at home. He liked the simple, boring life though, and he’d hoped his son would be the kind of boy he’d wanted–playing golf with him, playing baseball or football at school. A good student with an interest in business, going to college–but Jace had wanted anything but that, and his teenage years had been one rebellion after another. Growing his hair out, getting into music and trying to start a band in the garage, refusing to take golf lessons or play sports, and Patrick was almost certain he was a stoner too–but Jace was clever, and hadn’t gotten caught, yet. His wife generally stayed out of it, and after years of fighting over it, Patrick had more or less resigned himself to accepting that his son was going to do his own thing–and probably fail at it, but he refused to listen to reason.
Jace was eager to get out and live on his own. He didn’t want to go to college–he was more interested in trying to make it as a musician than studying or anything. He hadn’t quite figured out how to break that to his father yet, though–so he decided to try and smooth things over a bit and get on his good side, before dropping the hammer over the summer that he wasn’t going to apply for school anywhere. And so, he found himself in a store, looking around for a Father’s Day card he could give his dad, along with the gift of some golf balls–it was stupid, but he knew his dad cared a little too much about stupid shit like that. He didn’t pay much attention to the card he grabbed–it came from a novelty rack sponsored by some company called Arctos. He signed it at home, and then left it on his dad’s desk in his office, where Patrick would see it when he got home from golfing in the early afternoon, before going out into the garage to practice.
He was too absorbed in his playing to hear the shout of alarm coming from the house after his dad got home, found the card, and opened it. Patrick had been touched to get anything from his son this year, since usually he pretended that Father’s Day didn’t exist, or just called it a corporate scam. But when he’d opened the card, a thick cloud of smoke had exploded out of it, engulfing him, and when it cleared, he felt…strange, and looked stranger. He stumbled to the bathroom down the hall, and saw that his gold outfit had disappeared. In it’s place, he was wearing a strange assortment of leather gear, and his body was all wrong too. He had hair all over the place, for one thing, with a thick bushy beard down to his chest. But as shocking as it was, he…looked good, and looking at himself all leathered up, he thought he’d pay his boy a visit, so they could celebrate Father’s Day properly.
Out in the garage, he yanked out the power cord to Jace’s guitar, and before he could react, he had him pinned to the wall, kissing and groping him, more smoke emerging from him and swirling around Jace–though he didn’t change as much as his father, at least not physically. He found himself helplessly obeying his father’s commands, and there was nothing he could do as the smoke around them turned his guitar and music equipment into a sling and sex dungeon right there in the garage, where his father used his boy all afternoon and evening, making sure he was properly broken in.
Things were different for them both, from that day on. Patrick’s wife had disappeared from their lives, leaving just the two of them living in the house together, as father and son, and as lovers. Jace tried a few times to talk some sense into his ‘Daddy’, as he now always called him, but while Patrick could remember their old life just fine, he much preferred this new arrangement. Jace, in a desperate effort, tried to run away, but his daddy hunted him down, and Patrick told him he would have to be punished for his disobedience. After a long night in the dungeon, and after the same smoke from the card emerged from his father and surrounded Jace, he found himself in a rather different body than before–still young, but his long hair was cut into the same style as his father now, and his thin frame was now short and pudgy, his six inch cock cut in half–which Daddy promptly locked away for the rest of the summer, as a way of encouraging his boy to be on his best behavior.
But Jace’s rebellious streak died hard, that summer. His father took over his life–what he wore (his band shirts replaced with business casual, or nothing at all when he was at home), who he hung out with (his bandmates never knew why he stopped hanging out with them, but Patrick entertained the other dads of the neighborhood regularly, and all of them had their fun with Jace’s holes), and what he did with his time (he played round after round of golf with his daddy, but was also in charge of keeping house and cooking meals, since Daddy didn’t have time for it, with work). He fought back, but every time he did, his father would drag him back out into the garage, the smoke would return, and change something else. He got older, aging up into his forties at first, and then even further, passing his father in age and ending up at sixty-two, though he would always be the boy in the relationship. He lost all the hair on his body, and most of the hair on his head, his voice shifting higher and picking up a femme touch–something that drove daddy wild, when he listened to his boy beg for him to fuck him every night like the little slutty boy he was, and by the end of the summer, he’d resigned himself to his new life as his one-time father’s subby boy, and the slut of the entire neighborhood to boot.
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