include_once("common_lab_header.php");
Excerpt for Incest: Father and Son Confessions Vol 4: My Dad Butt-Fucked Me. by , available in its entirety at Smashwords

This page may contain adult content. If you are under age 18, or you arrived by accident, please do not read further.

Incest: Father and Son Confessions Vol.4.

My Dad Made Me His Butt-Slut


Gary Bonds


Copyright:

All Rights Reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any form or by any means, including scanning, photocopying, or otherwise without prior written permission of the copyright holder.


Disclaimer:

All characters contained in this work are aged 18 or over.


My Intro:

Hi, I’m Gary and thanks for taking a look at this short story of mine, the latest in the ‘Father and Son Confessions’ series; an incident where a father and son were ordered to go away together for the weekend to try to bond and reunite and finally put an end to all their continual sniping at each other at the place where they both worked.

What happened turned out to be something neither of them planned or could have dreamed of in their wildest dreams; sexual incest, with the father taking control and domming his lad. Please note that this taboo story line is aimed at devotees and very broadminded adults only due to the extreme, sometimes violent, action that takes place between two ‘bears of men.’

If you have come across any of my work before, then I think you’ll know that I only write extreme material; this is some of the strongest content I’ve covered, I’m sure of that.

I get all my story lines from real life experiences, from what I overhear in bars or from what guys tell me. All I do afterwards is to try and put what I got told into words without losing out on the feelings and depth. It’s as simple as that.

So that’s how my stories come into print.

I always value feedback and I’d love to hear your thoughts about the story you are about to read. Every email I get I respond to, and that includes the ones that tell me to quit and go get a proper day job…..!

So right at the end of this short ebook I’ve given you my email contacts. All my details are on my Smashwords author page too, so if you get two minutes go take a look at what makes me tick and what turns me on. All my work is listed there too.

Gary.


My Dad Made Me His Butt-Slut

“I don’t care what your problem is; just get the damn thing taken care of right now!” Bob said as he got right up into the face of his son, Tom “You always got an excuse…I’m sick of it.

This was just one more in a long series of screaming matches that the two men, father and son, got into on a regular basis and the truth of the matter was that the management of RJI Consolidated Warehouses had just about had enough. No one knew exactly why the two men were always at each other’s throats, snapping at each other like they did, but it seemed that it had always been that way since the first day that Tom had joined the company, following in his dad’s footsteps.

Bob had been supervisor of Warehouse 4, the largest and busiest of the 7 in the company, for only 6 months when the management decided that it was too big of a job for one man to handle on his own. This was despite the fact that his uncle Richard had done the job by himself for more than 12 years before he retired to recover from his prostate removal.

The day that they told him that he should find himself a co-supervisor to help keep things running smoothly he just about went ballistic. Things got even worse when they arranged to have a guy from the job agency come on board for a trial; he just hated working with temps. So in the end, after a lot of puffing and blowing, Bob suggested that he rope his son in to come along and share the workload.

When Tom walked in on that first day, the guys at work were amazed to see that he was almost a carbon copy of his old man, a much younger version of course. In facial looks rather than build. Both men were tall, Bob standing 6’3” and Tom at 6’1”. Bob was heavy set weighing in at almost 270 pounds but Tom was slim and lanky. But importantly, both guys had those rugged good looking features and menacing dark looks that most women seemed to go for.

Some people reckoned that at first Bob thought that he would be moved over and pushed aside to make way for a younger man with fresh ideas and that was why he always had a go at his boy. But the fact was that they seemed to compete with each other right from day one, and things seemed to be gradually getting worse ever since. Over the last 9 months they had gone from being just about okay with each other to having screaming matches, almost building up to flat out fistfights on a daily basis.

“I can’t take care of it dad, there is no G86 oil to put in it, you were supposed to order it on the 7th and you forgot! What the hell do you want me to put into the damn machine….You want me to piss in it?

“Piss in it? Bob responded “Your little prick wouldn’t even reach half way up to the spout, so how the hell could you piss in it?

Tom seethed at his old man’s sarcastic comment. He clenched his fists and his face reddened as he fought back the urge to snap back at his dad for the insult, but he couldn’t control himself.

“I’m fucking sick of your constant put-downs” He yelled “Always trying to show me up and make fun of me in front of the guys….If you ain’t careful I’ll get my dick out and piss all over you, how’d you like that. Start acting like a proper father and not some old dumbfuck walking around with the monkey on your back”.

“You son-of-a-bitch” Yelled the old man “Don’t you talk to me like that…..”

Bob jumped forward and grabbed his son by the neck and the two men went scrambling to the floor, rolling around, aiming blows at any spare part of body they could find. This time it took a gang of men to break them up and get them over to separate sides of the room. They were ordered to report to the office to give an account of their behavior to their manager; two of their co-workers standing by in case they were needed to quickly get between them and calm matters down.

The manager came in and stood behind his desk, looking both guys up and down, from one to the other and then back again.

“I’ve just about had enough of you two. I should just fire you both and end this fiasco right here” He spluttered “But then I would lose two useful warehouse managers and this is a busy time of year for this firm”.

Bob and Tom looked from their boss’s angry face to the floor, then to each other and then back to their boss. Neither man said a word.

“No more….Enough is enough. Do I make myself clear?” Daniel Ragaccio the boss man stormed “I don’t pay you to kick lumps out of each other, I pay you to work”.

He had been responsible for building his father’s business of only one small warehouse into the big-money business it was today and he wasn’t a guy to be jerked around.

Okay, he was a man who was known for a good locker-room prank and a break-time dirty joke, but this time he was not laughing and this was no joke. Both men looked at each other and remained silent. They knew instinctively that if they wanted to hold on to their jobs they would have to find a way to put their stupid petty arguments aside and get along together, or wait till after office hours and just beat the crap out of each other outside in the street.

“I’m serious; this is the last fucking time I warn you. Am I clear?”

Both men nodded their heads in acknowledgement. Inwardly they were still both raging but they daren’t show their true feelings to the boss otherwise they knew they’d be sacked on the spot.

“Good, now I have an idea how to fix this” Ragaccio continued “You pair of assholes are going to spend the weekend together and no argument about it. No one else, just you two fuckers…. I don’t care if you half kill each other as long as you get this shit out of your system by the time you get back in here on Monday morning”.

The guys tried to hide their horror at the thought of having to spend the whole weekend together, alone, with no one else to talk to. Even though they were father and son, they’d never spent that much time together ever since Tom left home a couple of years back to live with his girlfriend. Raggacio ignored their looks and continued with his plans.

“One of the things that always used to bring me and my brothers together when we started to get at each other was a good fishing trip so this Saturday you two shit heads are going to go fishing…..I’ll arrange everything and fill you in with the details later…..Okay with that?”


Purchase this book or download sample versions for your ebook reader.
(Pages 1-4 show above.)