My Father the Dildo

 

I can’t believe I’m going to do this. You better be damn grateful to me dad. You were the one who was careless enough to go get yourself cursed by a witch. She told me that the only way to break the curse was for me to fuck my ass with you and cum without touching my cock. I’ve never had anything up my ass before, you're lucky I love you so much.

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That was five months ago. What Dean forgot was the most important part, the witch had told him that ejaculation had to be achieved within six minutes. If he didn’t think he was going to be able to do it in six minutes he should remove the dildo and try again later. But he forgot all about the time, and when he finally did cum, it was past eighteen minutes.

Dean got his dad back in human form, but he would regret it for the rest of his life. Because he went over time, his dad had came back changed, he was possessive and cruel and wretched, the opposite of what he had been. And his big strong dad wanted one thing more than anything else, he wanted Dean. So he kept Dean, locked up in the house, to be his slave that he could fuck and torture whenever he wanted to.