My Daddy’s Pig

This is a fictional story containing sex between a sadistic father and his teenaged son. If you are under 18 or have a hard time separating fantasy from reality, or if this theme turns you off, you should stop right here.

MY DADDY’S PIG

I am now 19. My name is Scott. Am 5’10″, slim, hairless,
chiseled face; I have a fairly muscular body but not like
some of the gym hunks.

My dad works on a construction site
My dad is about 45 . . . a hairy man . . . he was into
heavy workouts once and though slightly flabby at the waist
today, his 6’2″ frame still reveals rippling muscles. He has
a trimmed beard and short-cropped hair but always manages to
look unkempt. He is rude and uncouth and his language is
foul and abusive.

It all started when I was about 14. After my mom walked out
of the house with my sister. She worked as a janitor in a
local school and my 15 year old sister attended school when
she wasn’t slutting around. In school she was very popular
with all the senior students and a few male teachers as
well, for the great blowjobs she could give.

My dad came home drunk every evening and abused and beat up
my mom and sometimes even me. My sister of course got
special treatment. He loved her and treated her like a
princess.

Every evening after work, dad would sit on his favorite
armchair in his boxers and watch TV, while mom ran back and
forth responding to his every shout and countless demands.
He humiliated her by pinching her tits and bottom in our
presence. I would on the carpet watching TV and doing my
school homework. Periodically I would steal glances at his
exposed cock.
If he caught me looking he would he would kick me and yell:
“Stop looking at my cock, fag!” But he would never cover his
exposed cock.
It was also not uncommon for him to send me to my room and
make my mom suck his 8″ cock in the living room while he
continued to cheer the winning football team on TV. If she
tried to shut the door he’d holler at her and had the door
left open. I am certain he was I aware that I was watching,
because often he would turn his chair so that I could get a
better view from the hallway.

On the weekends, his friends came over for poker and I was
always sent out.
I was unwell once and had stayed in bed. When the sounds
started getting raucous. I got curious and went down to see
what was happening. The men were laughing and sneering. My
mom had spilt beer on my dad’s boots and the floor while
serving.
“BITCH,” he hollered. “Lick it off CUNT”.
“No, please,” my mother protested. So he slapped her and
made her lick it off. What he did next was shocking. He
unzipped his buddy’s pants and poured some beer on his cock.
“And for talking back – lick that cock clean, bitch.”
With that he pulled her by her hair and shoved his buddy’s
cock into her mouth. I was shaking with fear. But I was
surprised to find that I was also getting hard. I walked
back to my bed and lay there trembling.

The next evening while serving him his third whisky, I made
sure I spilt the drink on his boxers. He slapped me hard.
But I kept waiting, looking at his cock through his wet
boxers hoping he would punish me like he did mom last
evening.
“You want to lick that off don’t you?” he sneered, as he
flashed his cock at me and put it right back inside. And
slapped me once again.

The following weekend my mom was out and his buddies were
being served by sis. My sis was getting the special
treatment as usual. When my mom walked in she was shocked to
find my sis sucking one of the buddies while another was
shoving his finger up her ass. My sluttish sis was giggling
and gurgling and loving every moment of it. .

The next morning when I woke up my mom had packed her bags
gone off with my sister. It was Sunday and my Dad was still
lying in bed. He had already finished a few bottles.
“You mom’s gone so you better take care of yourself, boy,”
he shouted.
“Yes sir,” I said and walked out.
I was making myself some breakfast when I heard him yell
out. I found his bed empty. I looked in his bathroom and
there he was. He had kind of passed out on the pot. His huge
cock staring into my face. I was totally transfixed.
“Come and help me baby,” he said gently as he opened his
eyes a little. “Daddy’s sick”.
I was shocked. `Baby’ was only meant for my sis. As I went
to help him he pushed my head to his cock. This was the
moment I had been dreaming of. The smell of his shit just
didn’t matter. I was so driven by lust that even the shit
smelt great. As I sucked his big throbbing cock he passed
out again and his cock lost it’s erection. I tried to lift
him but couldn’t so I went back to sucking. He opened his
eyes again and saw me kneeling in front of him.
He recognized me this time and yelled. “What are you doing
here asshole? where’s Jenny?”
“They have gone dad – both she and mom,” I muttered.
“Oh yes,” he said.
“Help me up asshole,” he yelled as he eyed me suspiciously
and then at his wet cock.
I helped him up and walked him to his bed. He collapsed on
the bed. I was about to leave the room when he yelled again.
I turned to see he was holding his hardon at me.
He spat on my face and said “suck my cock, bitch.”
I was about to wipe my face when he gave me a dirty look.
“My spit stays there, on your ugly face, shithead”
I gobbled his cock and sucked it with great enthusiasm. I
wanted to please him and I loved his big cock in my mouth.
“You like that don’t you, my faggot son!” he jeered.
He unloaded in my mouth and I swallowed every last drop from
the first grownup cock I had sucked. Then he pushed me away
and turned over.
There was a horrible sight. The sheet was covered with shit
from his unwashed hole.

I got some tissue to clean it. I smelt the shit. It was foul
but inviting. Before I knew it I was licking the sheet. I
didn’t realize that my dad had turned over and was watching
me with disgust. After I had licked the sheet clean, he
grabbed me by my hair and shoved my face under his hole.
“Lick this shitter, you shit-eating faggot,” he yelled.
He seemed better now and revived enough to be nasty once
again.

I was getting intoxicated on his shitty hole. Never knew
shit could taste so good. He was enjoying it too. I could
tell from the sounds he was making. After polishing his hole
clean I went to my room and squirted loads of cum on the
floor. I didn’t see my dad was standing right behind me with a
belt in his hand. He kicked my butt and I fell to the floor.
“Who the fucking hell asked you to frig off?” With that he
started belting me.
“Lick it off the floor faggot.”
My cock was once again getting hard. With ever crack of his
belt it would get harder. I polished the floor clean.
“Now do you understand who gives the orders here and who
takes them? If you want to stay here, you will do exactly as I
tell you or I throw you out”
“No Please Dad, ” I begged and sobbed. “I will do whatever
you tell me dad. Please don’t ask me to go with mom. I will
be your servant dad.”
“Ok slut, get ready for my poker friends in the afternoon.”
He threw the belt at me and walked out.

That was the beginning of my relationship with my Dad. He
didn’t have to be drunk anymore for him to treat me like
shit and make me suck his cock or lick his hole clean. In
the evenings I had to suck his cock, drink his piss whenever
he wanted to go to the bathroom. At nights he would fuck me
in bed. It hurt like crazy initially, and whenever a cry
escaped my lips he would hit me on the head with his
knuckles. After he had filled my shithole with his cum, he
would shove his shit and cum covered cock in my mouth and
make me lick it clean. Once clean he would roughly push me
off the bed. Nights when he had too much beer to drink I
slept on the floor by his bed, because he would need to pee
at nights. In the morning I had another chore to take care
of – after his shit when he stood in front of the mirror
brushing his teeth, it was my job to lick his shithole
clean.

On weekends I had to serve his buddies as well. I had to
wear a jockstrap and T-shirt and while they played poker and
drank beer, I was their urinal and fuck hole. My dad enjoyed
holding their big hairy cocks when they peed in my mouth or
shoved their cock in my hole.
“Hey dad, help me shove my rod up your son’s hole,” they
would laugh. And my dad obliged most willingly.
One of his buddies, the biggest bastard of them all, started
calling me Scat instead of Scott and that’s the name that
came to stay. Dad was a thorough sadist and knew exactly how
to hurt me physically and humiliate me in front of his
buddies. It made him feel real macho.

I acted like a victim, but deep down I enjoyed every moment
of it. I guess I was the perfect masochist.

A couple of years later my sis came over to see him. He was
sitting in his place as usual in his boxers. She bent down
to kiss him and he immediately grabbed her pussy.
“Miss you baby” he said.
In the last two years this was the first time I had heard
him speak in this gentle tone. She lifted her short skirt
and parked herself in his lap. I could see she had nothing
underneath. While dad played with her pussy, she was groping
inside his boxers.
“What are staring at? Go get me a beer” she said as she
lifted her skirt to let me get a better look at dad’s hand
in her pussy and at his cock which she had pulled out of the
boxers.
When I got back she was kneeling by his side, her mouth on
his cock.
“Don’t worry about this faggot. I have trained him to suck
my cock and eat my shit. He’s my personal toilet” my dad
said. “He is not Scott any more. My buddies call him Scat.”
He gave out an evil laughter. She gave me a disgusted look.

“Don’t cum in my mouth Dad,” she said, as went back to
sucking the beautiful cock. “My boyfriend will be picking me
up soon. Don’t want my mouth smelling of your cum.”
Just as he was about to cum he pulled out his cock and said
“Here Pig take this. NOW.” I put my lips around his cock
just as he started squirting on my face and then into my
mouth.

Her boyfriend honked. Sis kissed my dad. I let go of his
cock and turned to see what was holding her back. Dad had
lifted her skirt and had shoved his tongue into her pussy.
It was disgusting. I could have thrown up if he hadn’t hit
me on my head with his knuckles, “Go on with your sucking
faggot”

She straightened her hair and her skirt, put on some
lipstick, lit a cigarette and walked out.
“Bye Scat,” she giggled as she stepped out.
I heard her walk in again. “Ryan wants to use the toilet”
she giggled from the door.

I was just licking some of the cum on my dad’s boots when
Ryan walked in. He turned out to be a Greek god. Barely out
of his teens. Rippling muscles, a chiseled face with a brown
stubble. I was transfixed.

“Can you show me the toilet, man?” he said.
At the end of the hallway he unzipped and said “Here Pig,
drink my piss.”
His enormous cock was dangling in front of me. I didn’t have
the heart to decline.
“Yes Sir,” I said and knelt down to drink his pee.
“What Jenny said is true, You are a Pig.” he said.
He pissed nearly a gallon in my mouth and the last few
squirts on my face.
“Take this Scat” he sneered, as he spat on my face and
walked out. I didn’t wash my face the next couple of day.

My sis hasn’t come back since. Ryan dropped by a couple of
times to use my mouth and hole. My mom, I believe, is now
into another abusive relationship. This time with a trucker.
I would love to visit her and check out her trucker’s cock.
We have similar taste for men.

Am 19 now and I love my daddy as much as he hates me. He
is difficult to please but I try very hard in every possible
way. And when he hasn’t used his belt on my butt for a
while, I miss it, and make sure I annoy him in small ways.
So that he has the pleasure of giving me pain.

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This is an original piece of fiction.
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Sam