Sins Of The Father

Chris’s Point Of View

My Dad was the best father in the world before all of this happened. We would go every where together, do everything together and we would always have the best time. Although those days are long gone there’s still a part of me that’s a bit naïve I guess and wants to reconnect with him and get back the father that I used to have, the father that loved me in a way that a parent should love a child, instead of the cruel, vicious and obsessive way that he loves me now.

It all started the day of my fifteenth birthday. Everyone around me seemed to be rather fixated on my newly acquired features as if they knew someone else who looked exactly like me but they would never say who it was. The only one that seemed to be as confused as I was, was my brother Wyatt. While everyone studied my new looks none of them calculated my every move the way my father did. No matter where I went or what I did his eyes were always watching me sending chills up and down my spine every time my gaze met his. At first I thought maybe it was because I looked like my grandfather, his father, the person that I was named after but I wouldn’t find out till much later that I was wrong.

A few months had gone by with my father constantly avoiding me and sending Wyatt in his place every time I wanted to meet with him and it made me feel like shit. One minute I’m the light of his life, the next I’m tossed aside like trash while he spent all of his free time helping out the rest of my family or hanging out with my brother, the almighty twice blessed one. I have to admit I was insanely jealous. I loved my Dad and unfortunately for me, I still do. It’s like no matter what he does I find an excuses for his behavior and pretend like the abuse never happened or that he was under some extreme amount of pressure or that he was just sick and needed my help, needed my body to make the pain go away. Sadly I still believe this I need to believe it in order to keep myself from going over the edge or worse.

One day I had, had enough of his neglecting me and I was going to get to the bottom of things. So I called out to father, telling him that I was in pain and I needed his help. Within seconds he was standing in front of me full of panic and fear, then when he noticed that I had lied that fear turned into rage. He spoke in that eerily calm voice that most parents get when you’re about to be grounded for the rest of your life. My Dad must have seen the hurt look on my face because he instantly stopped his ranting and sat down beside me and put his arm around me as I began to speak.

“Why don’t you love me any more Dad?” I said while shuffling my feet and trying hard not to let my pain and jealousy of my brother show. “What did I do wrong? I mean I know I’m not as powerful as Wyatt or as good of a fighter but I can practice, I can make you proud of me too Dad” I said to my father hoping that he would love me again and make me his top priority once more. After all Wyatt was seventeen he didn’t him as much as I did. He had stolen my father from me and damn it I wanted him back.

“Is that what you think Chris?” he asked me as I nodded my head in response. “That’s not the reason that I’ve stayed away buddy. I love you but I have other obligations as well” he continued as I sighed in relief while allowing him to brush the hair out of my eyes. Although I was happy enough with the response I couldn’t let him off the hook that easily. Wanting him to feel bad enough never to do this to me again I shot back with “But you always have time for your precious Wyatt, Mom and Aunt Phoebe and Paige. Why don’t you have that same time for me any more, Dad?”

I knew that I had hit a nerve with that one but I didn’t expect the response that I received. My own father then proceeded to kiss me the same way that he kissed my mother. At first I thought that I was trapped in some kind of horrible nightmare that was until he pushed me back onto the bed causing me to land hard my walkman. The pain that shot through me told me all I needed to know. That this was in fact real and that my father, the angel, the Elder, was doing the unthinkable to me, his own child.

“I love you so much Chris” he whispered to me as I struggled beneath me. “Dad, please. Stop!” I cried out over and over again until my throat was sore. “Please, don’t do this. Please” I continued almost hoarsely as tore the clothing from my body and exposed me to the cool air.

That’s when I heard him say some sort of spell causing me to lose control of my own body, my free will. Tears streamed down my face as I was forced to lay there and watch my father disrobe as he looked at me with lust filled eyes taking in every inch of my body. Once there wasn’t a single piece of clothing between us he laid his full weight upon me and started kissing my neck and moaning as his tongue made contact with my skin. I instantly became disgusted with not only my father and his heinous actions but with myself for enjoying them and allowing a pleasure filled cry to escape my lips as I felt his mouth leave my neck and began make its way down toward the lower half of my body.

Through his muffled words I could tell that he was once again reciting a spell as I now regained a portion of my will and control over my being. God I didn’t want this but it felt so good that I couldn’t control myself. I felt my dick stiffen at his touch, throbbing and begging to be touched, to be satisfied.

That’s when I felt it. The head of my shaft was now felt warm as I could feel my father’s tongue dancing around the rim as he sucked with just enough force to send shivers up my spine as my hand took on a ling of its own, placing itself on his head and beckoning him to take me in further. I thrust my hips up and began moving up and down as he sucked me harder and harder. I can hear my own breathing becoming more and more erratic as I driven closer to climax. All thoughts of fear and indignity of the situation were exiled from my mind as I concentrated on the pleasure I was receiving from this unlikely source. I was also confronted with some gagging noises coming from his mouth but I didn’t care, I needed to be relieved and I wouldn’t stop until I got my way. I found my self pushing harder and faster as my hand griped the sheet while thee other pushed his head down. I repeated this for what seemed like an eternity until my body buckled wildly and the warm fluid left my body until I went limp.

I lay there for a while as I could feel his strong arms gently roll me over onto my stomach and I clenched my pillow tightly in anticipation of what was to come next. But the sickest part of it all was knowing that I was going to love it, knowing that I wanted my father to fuck me.

The shame and loathing of it all caused me to avoid my family and friends in fear that I might slip up or someone my touch me in a way that would lead to my father’s obsessive behavior showing through for all to see. So instead of making him angry I keep my distance from everyone and suffer the burden of my fathers and mine sins alone.

I can hear him orb into my room for what seems like the hundredth time as he removes his clothing and pulls back the covers exposing my body to him. As he positions himself on top of me and tells me that he loves me and I lift my head in response, placing my lips on his and burying my tongue in his mouth all the while hoping and praying that someone will put an end to our insanity before it’s too late.

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