Raury and his father had never really seen eye to eye–and that had only gotten worse once Raury had come out of the closet a few weeks earlier, before he’d gone off to college. His father had exploded, which had caught Raury off guard, but apparently, his father’s tolerance stopped at his own son being gay. But Raury, as brilliant as he was, didn’t let little problems like this stop him, when his father had threatened to cut off funding for Raury in college–he’d decided his dad would be the perfect little guinea pig for the nanochip he’d been working on in secret for a few years in the basement.
It was mostly for mental health research, but Raury had found it excellent for a few other issues as well. After implanting it in his father’s sleep, he’d tested it the next day, and found his father perfectly open to Raury’s suggestion that he not only pay for his son’s tuition in full, but also provide him with a weekly stipend to help him with living expenses. The best part was that Raury could see the confusion in his father’s eyes as the chip overrode his own judgement, the words falling out of his mouth faster than he could even understand what he was saying.
And now, his father was visiting him for a long weekend, and Raury was going to be throwing a party–an orgy really–with an open invitation across any gay hookup app he could sign up on–and his father was going to be one of the main attractions.
“Alright Dad, do you have your uniform on for the party?” Raury asked.
His dad came out of the room, beaming a smile–but his eyes looked panicked all the same. He was completely naked aside from a black bowtie around his neck. “Yes son, I’m ready.”
“Now, for the entire party, you won’t be calling me son, will you? You’ll be calling me Master.”
“Yes…Master…” Raury could see his father fighting him–but there was no way he’d beat the chip. The struggle made it all the hotter, really.
“Now, once people arrive, you’re going to be making sure all of their needs are met, isn’t that right? Like a host.”
“You mean…serving drinks, Master?”
“That, but also, if anyone wants to use your holes–your mouth or your ass–you’re going to be more than happy to allow them to fuck you.”
The look in his father’s eyes was one of horror, but all he could say was, “Yes Master,” through half gritted teeth.
“Each time someone fucks you tonight, or feeds you a load of cum, or makes you drink their piss, you’re going to find yourself thinking less and less about women, and more and more about men. This is going to humiliate you, but soon, you’ll be hard as a rock, and unable to do anything about it. However, if anyone offers to suck you off, or to let you fuck them, you will refuse, and demand that you service them instead.”
His father was speechless. Raury just smiled, and said, “Let’s practice. Slave, get on your knees and suck me off.”
His father’s face turned bright red, but he did as he was commanded, and started sucking on his son’s cock. Raury sighed, knowing this would be a great party–and that by the end of the weekend, he’d have reduced his father to a meek, submissive cocksucking pig–one who would be begging his son for his cock forever more.