My Son the Whore
“There’s been a fucking mistake! That’s what the fucking problem is. What the…he’s my own fucking son!”
Carl looked over at his teenage son sitting on the edge of his bed, naked, a dazed, pleased look on his face, like they all had. But before, when he’d seen that, he’d always felt a thrill of excitement at having a young man completely at his disposal for hours, with permission to do whatever he wanted to the body while it was absent any mind…but now. He’d been with the service for years now, and it had always been a different young man. This time, however, when he’d opened the door it had been Anthony–his own fucking son! The son who was so involved at school that he usually came home late, going out at odd hours on occasion–how long had this been going on? And fuck, he was…hard. He’d never thought of his son like that, though he was…his type. Smooth, hairless, chubby, sweet and pliable. How had he never noticed that before?
“We do not take prior relationships into account when assigning guests to clients. If you do not wish to use your assigned guest, he will remain until his scheduled departure.”
“No–no you don’t understand. You need to fucking wake him up, right this fucking instant. You are not doing this to my son.”
“I can assure you your current guest has no knowledge of his employment with us. You are free to use him without repercussion.”
“If you don’t fix him, I’m going to the fucking police.”
The piercing tone in the receiver of his headset caught him off guard–but after a few seconds, Carl wasn’t thinking much of anything at all–he had the same pleasant look on his face as his son, a few feet away.
“Threatening our company is against your contract, as you well know. We’re within our rights to conscript you on the spot, but given your…emotional state and long history as a client, I am willing to be lenient. You won’t be telling the police anything. Please, go lie down on the bed, and allow your son to service you.”
Carl did as he was ordered. In some distant part of himself, he was fighting himself, but there was nothing he could do. He got on the bed, and his son immediately began sucking on his cock like a complete whore…and fuck, if he wasn’t incredibly turned on by the sight.
“Now, we’re going to have a little chat, Carl. And by the end of it, you’re going to realize that what you want more than anything else in the world, is a sexual relationship with your son. Then, we will move on to discussion of long term leases of our hosts out to…clients with needs like yours.”
Carl just nodded, and listened, and by the time he hung up the phone, he ruffled his son’s hair–his new slave’s hair, and plowed that boy’s chubby ass–pleased with the company’s excellent service, as usual.
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