Chapter 25 - Controlled by my dads boyfriend

My mum and dad separated and divorced several years ago. I remember the arguments; they were always about my dad working and there being too little social life and s.e.x. I was 10 at the time now I'm 19, Alfaro, 5'6" (1.67m) 112lbs (50.8Kg) slim build, green eyes, Caucasian, blonde hair to my shoulders. My dad had a few female relationsh.i.p.s at first when he separated from my mum, then about 4 years ago he started dating guys. None of the relationsh.i.p.s lasted long. My dad is a workaholic and relationsh.i.p.s got in the way of his work. My dad's work involved days from home, sometimes weeks. Not good for forming relationsh.i.p.s

Then my dad met Emanuel, Hispanic guy 28 years old. He met him at the local gym. 6'2" tall (1.88m) 224lbs (101.6Kg) muscular athletic build (works out a lot at the gym) brown eyes, light tan skin, black dreadlock hair style, shaved back and sides.

During the periods my dad was away I became the focus of Emanuel's attention. He would wear tight fitting shorts the material fitted tight into the crack of his a.s.s. The shorts were stretch material, revealing the outline of his c.o.c.k and balls. He wore tight fitting singlets that showed off his well-developed torso. The best was when he was swimming, he wore a thong. He had the perfect shaped a.s.s. I tried not to make it obvious that I was checking him out. He would stretch and flex his arm muscles then turn and smile at me. He would look at me and smile making eye contact before I quickly looked away.

While my dad was away Emanuel increased the attention he paid me, touching me a lot while talking to me. Resting his hand on my shoulder, then, with the other hand he slowly stroked down my arm while looking into my eyes and smiling. I would blush and look away. Adrenaline raced through my veins making my heart pound. I experienced such an intense feeling that it made me shudder uncontrollably. As time went on, and especially when my dad was away from home because of his work, he got more tactile touching me more and more. Sometimes he would come and sit next to me when I was watching the TV and wrap his arm around my shoulders, then stroke his other hand from my knee to my crotch squeezing my t.h.i.g.h as he did so. I would scream at him to f.u.c.k off and I would pull away. He just sat there laughing at me. I was screaming at him to f.u.c.k off yet what he did gave me a deep inner sensation that I had not experienced before. I was in denial. I liked him touching me, I liked the attention he showed me.

I knew I was gay. I was not ready to come out. My comfort zone didn't allow me to come out to my dad or anyone. To give way to my feelings and have s.e.x with Emanuel, no way could I trust him to keep it from my dad. The touching became playful in the form of friendly wrestling. He had complete control of me, he was a lot stronger than me. During one of the wrestling sessions his hand accidently stroked over my hard c.o.c.k in my shorts. he looked at me fixedly with his eyes wide open, "you have a boner do I make you feel excited?" He asked. I struggled violently with both my legs and arms to free myself from his hold. Resulting in him relaxing his hold of me so I was able to pull away from him. As I stood up, I stared at him and shouted, "f.u.c.k no you f.u.c.k.i.n.g don't." He stood there with a grin on his face and mouthed, "I think I do." as I walked away to my room. I had no control over my c.o.c.k when we wrestled. I always got a hard.

As the weeks went by, I knew that I was developing an intense s.e.x.u.a.l infatuation for Emanuel. Every time I jerked off, I was thinking of Emanuel, even though I was trying to put him out of my mind. Emanuel must know the effect he was having on me. My dad told me that he would be away for 2 weeks. Emanuel and myself alone for that long. I was fighting both the mental and physical attractions that I felt for Emanuel. With my dad at home I knew that Emanuel would leave me alone, he would not tease me and touch me so much as he does when my dad is away.

My dad away that long I knew I would be easy prey for Emanuel. Days alone with him in the house made me very tempted to let him have me. As much as I knew in my own mind that I wanted to say yes to Emanuel if he asked to f.u.c.k me, I could never say yes. I feel that I would be vulnerable to him telling my dad.

The first few days were a struggle, Emanuel was like a predator stalking me around the house jumping on my back wrestling me to the ground, touching me playfully at every opportunity. Making verbal inuendoes as he stroked his hands over my body. He was fully aware of the effect he was having on me. He made verbal threats. "I'm going to f.u.c.k you; I know that's what you want. Why deny that you want me to f.u.c.k you."

Was he playing with me or was he serious? I knew he was getting frustrated and annoyed with my dad always away. It was having the same effect on him like it did with previous relationsh.i.p.s my dad had. Emanuel was 28 and highly s.e.xed, there was little s.e.x and social life with my dad. Lack of s.e.x made Emanuel frustrated and moody. He was getting more aggressive and nastier. He was taking his frustration out on me.

I'm confused in my mind; he's my dad's boyfriend. I'm not out, I'm not relaxed about coming out to my dad. I have strong s.e.x.u.a.l urges towards Emanuel. He wants to f.u.c.k me, and I want him to f.u.c.k me. I just don't know how to go about it. What if I said yes and it turned out that he wasn't being serious? What if he told my dad?

It all came to a head one night when I was taking a shower. I was enjoying a long relaxing shower when suddenly the shower door opened. He stood there n.a.k.e.d with a massive 8" hard. I shouted at him, "f.u.c.k off leave me alone." I could see his eyes were bulging and his nostrils were flaring. He puckered his lips towards me. I flipped him off with a disgusted grimace, which made him laugh. He reached out with his hand and grabbed me around the neck, forcing me up against the wall of the shower. A surge of fear ran through my body as I struggled to get free.

"You can't or will not say yes to me f.u.c.k.i.n.g you. So, I'm going to **** you." I screamed "NO, NOOOO." I made several violent and ineffectual struggles with my arms and legs trying to repel him to no avail. He was far too strong for me to fight him off. He raised his hand and brought the palm of his hand hard across my face, before I had recovered from the shock, he slapped me across the face with the back of his hand. "The more you struggle the more you will get hurt," he shouted at me. I was getting weaker the more I fought him. Why was I fighting him? I wanted him to f.u.c.k me. I had no choice now; he was dominating me. Instead of feeling revulsion I was starting to enjoy the body contact with him. All I at to do was let him have his way. I haven't said yes, he's forcing himself on me. He's going to **** me and I'm too weak to resist.

By now my legs were weak and started to give way. I fell to the ground on my hands and knees. Immediately he grabbed the back of my neck. "Stay down," he shouted as he banged my head on the shower floor. All during the struggle the shower sprayed warm water over our bodies. I felt his fingers sliding along the crack of my a.s.s then circling my anus. He moved his hand from the back of my neck, as he did, I started to raise my back. He punched me hard between my shoulder blades and shouted," keep down bitch." I immediately obeyed. He spread my a.s.s cheeks apart and penetrated my hole with his finger. Sliding it up and down inside my a.s.s. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "you like that". It was a surreal moment I had never been finger f.u.c.k.e.d before. My reply to him was negative, "NO I F.U.C.K.I.N.G DON'T." He stroked his hand down the spine of my back and over the cheeks of my a.s.s, as he continued to finger f.u.c.k me. "Guess you don't like me doing that either do you boy?" I attempted to crawl away (why I don't know, because what he was doing was so enjoyable) he grabbed my hair and pulled me back. Slapping my a.s.s hard with his other hand. "You don't fool me boy I know your enjoying me playing with you." He reached between my legs and held my hard c.o.c.k in his hand. "That tells me your excited boy." He continued to finger f.u.c.k me until he had three fingers working my anus, loosening me ready for penetration. Now and then I would give out an uncontrollable loud m.o.a.n.

"I think you're ready." I heard him say as he spread my a.s.s cheeks, I could feel the head of his hard c.o.c.k sliding along the crack of my a.s.s until it located my anus. He held me firmly by my h.i.p.s while he prodded my anus with the head of his 8" c.o.c.k. My body was twisting and contorting as he vigorously and violently tried to penetrate me. I was m.o.a.ning and shouting at him to stop," it hurts," I screamed out, arrrrhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Aarrrhhhhhhhhhhh!!! He didn't stop until the head of his c.o.c.k had penetrated me. The pain was shooting through my body.

In all my s.e.x.u.a.l fantasies I had never imagined being f.u.c.k.e.d could be so painful. I was sweating so was he, I had tears in my eyes. He was breathing heavily as he paused for a while. He had his hands on my shoulders as he slowly penetrated me deeper. His thick long hard c.o.c.k stretched the sides of my rectum as he forced it deeper into me. I was arching my back and giving out involuntary cries. Arrrrrhhhhhhhhhhh!! I kept screaming for him to "pull it out, it f.u.c.k.i.n.g hurts"AARRHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! He didn't stop, he showed no sympathy. My sphincter resisted his vigorous thrusting. Giving me more pain causing me to scream out more, and for my body to twist and contort.

My struggling and shouting made him more excited. My sphincter suddenly gave way and his hard c.o.c.k slid all the way into me up to the hilt. I could feel his pubic hairs rubbing against my a.s.s cheeks. He paused again for a few moments. He was m.o.a.ning and breathing heavily. Sweat poured off him trickling onto my back. "that feels f.u.c.k.i.n.g good." He said as he leaned down and kissed the nape of my neck. He placed one hand around my neck and the other on my shoulder as he vigorously f.u.c.k.e.d me hard.

My c.o.c.k spurted its load of juice over the shower floor, as Pain gave way to an intense feeling of p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. He held me tight as his body convulsed. I could feel his c.o.c.k throbbing inside my rectum as it squirted copious amounts of his live s.p.e.r.m juices into me. The sensation I was experiencing was too overpowering, I just could not resist. I had fallen into obedient mode. Whatever he told me to do I would obey him. I no longer wanted to resist. When he stroked my back and a.s.s cheeks, I stuck my a.s.s up. "So, you like it now?" He asked "YEAHHHH!!! F.u.c.k me some more" He lay on me resting. I stroked my hand over his legs and body that I could reach.

"Do I have to **** you again to have s.e.x with you or will you give yourself to me willingly?" "If you want to f.u.c.k me f.u.c.k me" The warm water still cascaded down on us as he told me to lie on my back and spread and raise my legs. He straddled me holding my legs down onto my shoulders, so my a.s.s was raised for him to easily penetrate me. I positioned his c.o.c.k, so it was lined up with my anus. My anus was loose from the violent f.u.c.k.i.n.g he had just given me, so it slid into me easily on his s.p.e.r.m juice. After he f.u.c.k.e.d me a second time, we showered.

"From now on when your dads away I f.u.c.k you when I want, you have to obey me. Or I tell your dad" I didn't want my dad to know I was gay; I had no choice. Emanuel's was the longest relationship my dad had up to when he left. He f.u.c.k.e.d and used me until he got tired of me. When he left, he never told my dad. Maybe that was just an idle threat to control me.