Had this block for about a week and half, going to relax for a few days and then get back to it. Formatting might be weird and some grammer, spelling issues I'm sure. I've only reread it in it's entirety once and it usually takes a few rereads and corrections to make it passable for posting on the internet. enjoy

Princess Rental

Chapter I
Beginnings, Abrupt and Unexpected

Friday evening and there I was at home faced with the prospect of more Netflix on a couch eating popcorn. I hadn’t made many friends since I changed schools, we had bought a cheaper house outside of the city and most weekends were ruled by boredom. Dad was gone for the night, most nights, out drinking with his construction buddies and sticking his dick into any bar trash that picks up after his “Hey I’m Robert, let me get you a drink.” Classic Robert lines that made mom move to the other side of the country and rediscover herself as lesbian.

My brother had went off to college a couple months ago, my sister is two years into her undergrad and I had the house to myself for what could be another twenty four hours or more if one night turned into a bender. At first I had enjoyed the nights alone, sometimes his drinking coincided with his anger so I could do what I want without the screaming. It was nice but the last few weekends had all been benders for dear old daddy so I exhausted the internet of all things humorous, interesting, and filthy.

After a couple episodes of whatever I was binging I started looking for something to eat but was coming up short with the fridge. The closest store was miles away but the small town had a pizza shop that delivered so I started checking my dads laundry for cash. I found eight bucks and some change in his dirty clothes, a good start but definitely not enough. I walked to his room and started rooting around, a buck or two here and a buck or two there until my search brought me to the closet door.

I opened it up only to a few old suits, stacks of pants my dad could't fit into anymore and boxes of my brother’s and sister’s clothes they didn’t take to college. I grabbed my brothers box first, opened it up and judging from the smell he hadn’t washed them before hand. I rooted through some pants pockets and eventually pulled out a wad of dollar bills he probably forgot about after drinking. I counted the money I had so far, $24 and some change, perfect for a pizza and tip.

I stuffed his clothes back in the box, closed it and pushed it back where it was. Then I reached for my sisters bags, and with enough money it was pure impulse and curiosity driving me grab the handles. I pulled the bags out into my dads room and started pulling out everything. Tops, jeans, leggings, socks, panties, thongs, bras, even lingerie I'm sure my dad had never known about. We had similar body types except it was normal for a girl to be five foot three so most of what I picked up to the mirror seemed to be a great fit.

I had to try them on, I can’t explain exactly when, how, why or even if I had made a conscious decision to undress myself. But I stood there naked in front of the mirror, staring at myself. Short, decently in shape, pale, short blond hair, and peach fuzz across my body that never seemed to darken. I definitely looked feminine even when it came to my small dick that I always told myself was a ‘grower not a shower’ but only came to five and a half inches hard.

I started with a pair of all over print panties, they were light blue and had little palm trees on them. I put my legs through, pulled them up my legs and over my tiny bulge. They weren’t uncomfortable but definitely tight, probably more so considering the extra appendage that gave a little bump to the palm trees on top. Then I grabbed a pastel pink tank top I had laid out and slipped it over my head weaving my arms through. By choice it was a top she had worn when she was a little younger than me, of similar chest size and it fit perfectly.

My heartbeat was fast and my breath deepened as I looked at myself in the mirror, turning around and rubbing my finger on the seams of my sisters panties. I was hard and ran my fingers up the tropic island of a bulge with every moment and touch the feeling intensifying. I curled my toes inward and bit my lip, I could definitely pass as a woman or even a little girl.

By now I could feel it in my toes and fingers, my head was swimming and I heard myself moaning. I sat down on the edge of my dads bed, I pushed myself back and laid down. I didn’t pull it out, instead I slowly rubbed the top of the panties with all the sounds that normally went with jacking off. But my legs were shaking and twisting in every direction and every moan was louder and longer than the last. I was so hard I thought it was at least six inches, the head was poking out the top and I felt the panties stretched into a thong between my ass cheeks.

I felt every muscle tighten and I let out a long and loud moan as I came in my sisters panties. My hand fell and I laid there motionless and covered in my own cum from just below my chin and all the way down. The panties were soaked and I could feel my cum inching down between my tiny sack and legs. My breathing and heart rate slowed, my muscles relaxed and I let the waves of aftershock wash over me not yet thinking about what I had just done and in my sisters clothes no less.

Actually if I had any thoughts at that time they can’t be remembered, I fell asleep moments after, not even taking the time to curl up under the covers. It must have been two in the morning by that point and usually I would have heard my dad pull in and even though I can’t remember clearly I had to have been confident he was going to have another long weekend.

Chapter 2

A Guest For Me

The light was shining into my dads bedroom when I woke up, still laying in his bed and still in those tiny cum stained panties and cum spotted tank top.. I couldn’t believe that not only did I sleep in his bed all night but that I was also wearing my sisters clothes. I sat up in the bed, stretched and rubbed my eyes awake while all of my senses come to focus.

That’s when I smelled the coffee brewing, heard footsteps from in the kitchen and saw that my dads analog clock showed 11:36 in the morning. Dread immediately rushed over me. I sat on his bed motionless unsure of what to do, unsure if there was anything I could do. Surely he had seen me, he never sleeps on anything except his bed and he had to have came into room at some point even if he was just coming home.

I panicked, quickly got up and started shoving the clothes I had laid out on the bed into my sisters bags. I zipped them up and sat them just inside the closet door pressed for time and that's when I remembered I still had her clothes on. “Fuck!” I thought, “I'll just wear my clothes on top of these.”

I spun around and there he was standing in the door way taking a drink of his coffee. He was dressed for work in his old jeans, steel toe boots, and his heavy Carhart jacket. He spoke first, “my youngest son is a faggot. I'm hungover, got called into work and my son is a cross dressing faggot.”

I dared not say a word, this was uncharted territory and the last thing I needed was gambling my fate with panic stricken stuttering.

“I always thought you acted like a little queer.” He said and then taking another drink of coffee. “I'm going to work, leaving now and I'll be back later tonight. I want you showered and dressed for the day, stay home and I'll call you later. Do you understand?” I shook my head 'yes' and he took another drink of coffee. “You're fucking disgusting and deserve everything that's going to happen to you.” Then he turned and walked through the house and out of the front door.

I stood there motionless feeling two feet tall and bent sideways, my heart ready to pop out of my chest before I realized I had stopped breathing. I heard his car pull away, took a deep breath, leaned on the wall and slid down. What did this mean? What was going to happen? Would he beat me when he got home? Of course he would, that was hardly a question at this point. Would he tell my sister? Mom? These and a million more questions were running through my head but I was stuck on him telling to me to be showered and dressed. That was unusual and I hadn't the faintest idea what it could mean but if I wasn't I knew whatever happened would be worse.

I stood up and stripped myself of my sisters clothes, ashamed of what I had done I placed them in the trash, tied up the bag and sat it by the door so I could take it out later. I hopped in the shower and cleaned myself off, taking an unusually long time going over everything repeatedly in my head. It wasn't until the water started to get cold that I turned the shower off, got out, dried off and dressed as I normally do.

I had at least eight hours, maybe twelve before he came home. Briefly I thought about just leaving, packing up everything I absolutely needed and just walking out. I thought about that option for only a moment since I was in a part of the country I knew very little about, had no friends and only $24 to my name so I didn't see me getting very far. My only choice was to face this head on, I knew it would be hard to live here for awhile but hopefully after a month or so he would calm down and maybe I could even get a job to move out. For right now I simply had to do anything that would make my life easier, I thought if I could keep the house spotless it might make my 'punishment' shorter and more bearable. A long shot but the only real choice available to me.

I grabbed the bag of evidence and walked it to the curbside trash can, out of sight out of mind right? Wrong, while I was meticulously cleaning the house and my state of panic subsided I couldn't get the image of myself dressed in the mirror out of my head. It felt so good, better than I ever had felt sexually before. I felt 'pretty' and for the first time in my life and comfortable with my feminine features and small frame. I knew plenty of guys from school who lusted after girls that looked just like me albeit with longer hair, tits, and make-up.

I started day dreaming of more clothes, doing my make up and trying to pass as a girl in public. The thought alone made me excited and nervous at the same time, was I ok? Was this ok? These urges to grab my sisters clothes again felt immediately both wrong and right but I needed to explore and see these feelings through.

I snapped out of it, my phone displayed “5:58” and the house was spotless so surely when my Dad comes home whatever happens will be less severe. Maybe with some luck he'll not want to engage with me at all, pretend I don't exist and I can hide away in my room.

The phone rang, “Hello” I answered and my Dads voice responded “Are you dressed?” His tone was cold and sharp, a clear sign he wasn't going to forget that his son had dressed in his sisters clothes anytime soon.

I hesitated partly out of fear but also confusion to the question, “Yes sir” I said almost in a whisper.

“What are you wearing?” his voice seemingly becoming colder. “Jeans and a t-” he cut me off.

“You're not dressed you little-” he stopped mid-sentence but was most-likely going to call me a faggot but he probably was within earshot of his co-workers. His voice dropped to a whisper, “find something nice in your sisters clothes, head to toe I want you dressed. Do you understand?”

I didn't understand and I couldn't believe what he was saying, it was the last thing I expected to hear and then he spoke again, this time louder “Do. You. Understand.”

I was able to mumble a “yes sir” before he became more upset. “Good” he replied, “make sure you're dressed and ready by eight.” The phone clicked, he had hung up and I was left standing there dumbfounded by the whole conversation.

What does this mean? Why does he want me to wear my sisters clothes? What happens at eight tonight? Maybe he wants me dressed to shame me, sort of like a parent making you smoke a whole pack after you've been caught sneaking cigarettes. He wanted to scare me out of ever doing this again by degrading me and most-likely beating me as well. I thought again about running but same as before I had nowhere to go.

Whatever the reasoning for him wanting to wear my sisters clothes I absolutely did not want to disobey him. I again went into his room, opened the closet and there was my sisters bag hastily stuffed just inside of the door. I dragged it out and dumped it's content onto my Dads bed to sort through, panties, thongs, dresses, socks, leggings, bright girly t-shirts, bras, and tank tops. Just looking at them wrinkled across the bed spread made me anxious to see myself in the mirror again and even considering the circumstances a bit excited to try them on. Tonight was going to be hell on Earth but I can try and relish this moment while I had it.

I got undressed from my normal boy clothes and the first thing I saw I grabbed, I nice little no nonsense pink thong. I slipped my feet through it and slid the tiny piece of fabric up my peach fuzz legs and it fit nicely even with my little flaccid cock and shriveled balls which were only making a small bulge show. I thought about a bra but when I tried one on they were obviously empty and strange looking even with her younger breast size being petite. I put the bra away and started looking through her old dresses wondering if I would have the same problem.

I found a really nice sun dress, pastel pink with large white stripes going across from top to bottom. I slipped it on and to my surprise it fit very nice and snug on top and came down to my knees. I thought it looked very cute in the mirror, my feminine shoulders and legs making me sure I could pass in public with a wig and a little make-up. I turned around a bit and even posed a couple times to get a good look at my whole body.

I felt my cock push past the thin bit of fabric of the thong, I was fully erect and my whole body started to go weak. My breath quickened again, my legs felt like jello, and every inch I moved I nearly moaned at my cock moving with me rubbing against the thong and my leg. I had to sit down and collect myself, even facing a punishment I couldn't imagine here I was basically paralyzed by arousal and unable to focus. I closed my eye's, gripped the side of the bed and took a few deep breathes to calm myself. My cock softened a bit but was still semi-hard and I thought I should put on something different and tighter to keep it from moving much.

To my left was a couple pairs of different pastel colored cotton boy shorts, blue, green, pink, purple, and red. I guessed since they were a step away from boxer briefs and even tighter they would keep my penis from moving around much so I kicked my legs up and slipped off the thong and pulled the blue pair up to my thighs. I stood up and adjusted them into place, pausing for a moment holding the dress to show how they fit in the mirror. Very tight, tighter than expected but that was probably a good thing considering how debilitating this new arousal affects me.

I let the dress down and took full view of myself again and I was still amazed how good I looked. All I needed was some make-up and then you could forget the wig, make-up alone would be enough and people would just think I'm a short haired woman. I wanted to try make-up but wasn't sure if I had enough time to try and put some of my sisters on and take it off in case that would too much for whatever Dad wanted.

I checked the time, it was six thirty so I had an hour and a half and surely that was enough time to just give it a couple tries. I grabbed a big make-up bag from my sisters things and began to sort through it, blush, concealer, mascara, eyeliner, lipstick, everything I needed in large variety of shades and colors. Luckily I watched my sister do this countless times so I had a good idea of where to start.

I grabbed my concealer and a brush and applied it around my eye's and then got a color pallet and another brush. There were a lot of colors but there was a blue close to the panties I had on so I decided to make it match and I brushed it on the top lids of my eye's. I took a fair amount of time to cautiously apply it making sure I wouldn't have to wipe it off and start over, even with that I thought it was a little off but overall acceptable. I remember my sister adding a darker color for definition so I brushed that on in the crease just below the eyebrow. A little line of eye shadow below my bottom eyelashes, some glitter, and a bit of eyeliner with little wings off the side and my eye's were done. I did consider using the eyelash curler but the device was far too intimidating, I thought maybe another day I'll give it a shot.

I used some eye shadow and darkened in my very light eye brows and add definition, they looked decent after and great for a first try but I could see other women's eyebrows in my mind and knew I could do better next time. Then a little concealer around my face, some blush on my cheeks, highlights on my cheek bones, some light pink lipstick and I was done.

I looked in the mirror and even if my make up wasn't perfect I thought I looked amazing. I really looked like a girl with short hair and I couldn't stop staring at myself. I had a brief moment of amazement but decided I could do just a bit more and really make the outfit complete and realized this must be why girls take so long to get ready. There was a lot of work to find a good outfit and even then doubt will still be there about how to make it better.

I searched through the clothes, maybe I could find a nice pair of heels or some flats to wear but came across a pair of pink socks with white stripes that was nearly identical to the dress. Surely these two were an outfit my sister had worn together, I couldn't remember her wearing these but I'm sure she had. I sat down on the bed, bunched them up, rolled them over my feet, up my legs, and straightened them out around my thighs. I stood up and there I was, fully dressed and it was as if I was replaced by a woman. I couldn't help but be wowed at how cute and pretty I felt for the first time in my life and surprisingly I wasn't aroused, just very calm and comfortable in my new clothes.

I brushed the dress a couple of times, turned to my side and then to the other twisting my torso and stretching my legs. I had no tits and no ass to speak of which was disappointing but an inescapable truth I had to accept. Still cute though, I decided I was petite and fun size rather than be bummed out by something I couldn't control. I lifted the dress up to get another look at my little blue boy shorts and I was completely soft making only a little mound of a bulge show, I may have even been able to do this to a stranger and they might still not know I was a boy.

My excitement calmed, reality seeped back into my head, and my situation was again my focus. I sighed out of disappointment not being able to look like this just a tiny bit longer but I looked at phone and it was already seven thirty, I had taken a full hour to put make up and socks on and needed to get this off my face. I went to the bathroom and found some old make up wipes stuffed deep into the sink drawer and was about to stand in the bathroom to wipe it all away when the doorbell rang.

My heart immediately started pumping furiously and I lost my breath control, who was here? It's not Dad or anyone else in my family, maybe it was just someone from the neighborhood and I shouldn't have been so panicked but we never have anyone bother us so I couldn't help but to be anxious. Regardless of who it is I didn't want anyone else seeing me dressed like this.

I walked to the front door and looked through the peep hole, it was one of my Dad's construction buddies standing on the porch. I couldn't remember his name but recall him dropping Dad off a couple times when he was too drunk to drive. He had one hand holding a reusable grocery bag and the other propping his larger self up against the doorbell, dressed like he just left a work site, and a very un-amused look on his face.

He rang the door bell again.

I couldn't open the door so I yelled through it “Hello!” I started stuttering “My-my Dad isn't home and I just got out of the shower.”

“You're Dad sent me,” his voice was deep and his speech little more than a mumble, “he's stuck at work and said to go ahead and come over.”

Come over? For what? Maybe Dad was going to have a friend over to distract him from his disappointing son. Maybe I could just hide in my room for the night and delay whatever was coming for a little while longer. It's the only possible explanation I could invent at that moment.

“Ok, I'll unlock the door but give me a moment to get to the bathroom.” I spoke more softly, I could make my way into the bathroom, wash off this make-up and then while he was sitting in the living room I would sneak into my room. “Just come in and make yourself at home.”

I unlocked the door and headed toward the bathroom but the lumbering oaf twisted the knob and started opening the door without even a moment of hesitation. I made a quick dash to the bathroom cursing his idiotic redneck co-workers, step onto the bathroom linoleum and closed the door. I wasn't in there for more than a minute or two catching my breath when the door behind me creaked open.

I spun around “What are you doing?” I yelled as this large sweaty man stepped in, “Get out now please!”

He looked at me and his expression changed to something I couldn't place. “Your Dad said you made a cute girl but I didn't expect you to be this nice.” his voice was deepened and raspy, his free hand started grabbing his crotch defining his rather sizable bulge.

Pl-please leave” I muttered “I'm not sure what you're doing but I'd like you to leave.” I was very nervous, wide eyed, and scared.

“I'm not leaving without getting what I want.” he mumbled his bulge now a clear erection pushing against his jeans.

I tried to run past him but he was big and blocking the door, he grabbed the dress with his free hand, pulled me against him, and wrapped his other arm across my chest. I started to struggle and scream before he pushed a hand against my mouth to muffle me.

“He said you might struggle but that's ok, I'll get what I paid for and if you just shut the fuck up this will all go easier.” His mouth was next to my ear, his breath was hot and the smell of sweat and grime was readily apparent. I felt his erect cock pushing against me right above my ass and I couldn't believe what was happening.

He paid for this? Who did he pay? My Dad? I struggled more but he was a big fat brute of a man, very strong and didn't seem to be at all worried I'd get away.

“Fine, you don't want to calm down we can do this the hard way.” he started to shuffle me out the bathroom and through the hallway. I kept squirming to get away and at one moment his hand slipped and I started screaming again.

He grabbed my throat, his one hand big enough to effectively stop any air passing and subsequintly any noise from escaping. “Stop fucking moving” his voice was firm and sharp and with his hand still around my throat he escorted me into my Dads bedroom.

I couldn't breathe and I was despretely clawing at his hand to move it but I couldn't and was quickly getting light headed. He turned me around with his hand still on my throat and pushed me down onto the bed next to my sisters clothes still sprawled on other side.

“There we go” he switched hands on my throat quickly and I got a tiny breath before he grabbed a wad of thongs and panties and packed them into my mouth.

He let his hand off my throat and I tried jumping up but he pushed me back down and backhanded me across the face as hard as he could. I was immediately dazed, my ears were ringing and my sight was blurred but I could see his blur stand up and began undoing his pants. “Yeah just lay there and squirm you pretty little thing.” I could hardly hear him through the ringing but he kept speaking “I'm going to get every dollars worth out of you sissy boy. You're going to be my little plaything tonight.”

The ringing was lessening and my vision was starting to refocus and I saw his naked, hairy, fat, tattooed body clamber over top of me. He started biting and slobbering my neck, his breath still hot and heavy and the smell of sweat more intense. He grabbed my hair and jerked my head to the side and starting biting me harder, I could feel his erection pressing against my stomach and he started grinding it into me.

He pulled my head back over and looked into my eyes that were streaming tears and burning from my make up running. “You feel that hard cock don't you? That's going into you tonight, deep into that tiny little asshole.” I started struggling more and trying to push him off of me but he just held my arms down and started grinding harder. “This is what's going to happen so stop struggling and accept it faggot.”

He let his hands off my arms and started to push him off of me again. He punched me on the side of my torso, quick and hard making me try and grasp for a breath I couldn't get through the panties and my running nose.

“Stop fucking fighting me or it'll be a lot worse. Shake your head if you understand.” His voice was louder and agitated but I didn't respond either out of defiance or the pain. He punched the same spot but harder and everything went blurry and I felt my consciousness drift before quickly fainting.

I woke up after probably only moment further up on the bed and on my stomach. My side was in horrible pain and it was a couple seconds before it all came rushing back to me and I could feel the dress was pulled up and the panties were down across knees. I felt him and his hard cock grinding against me, he was grunting and his dick wedged in between my ass cheeks and I could feel how big it actually was. He was very big, somewhere between seven and eight inches and thick stretching my cheeks far apart.

I tried to get away again but I couldn't muster enough energy to put forth a good effort and that's when he spoke again, “there you are, I didn't want to start without you being awake and feeling me stretch this tiny little hole wide open.” He sat up and I heard the bag he brought being rummaged through while he kept speaking, “you ever been fucked in the ass faggot? Doesn't look like it, can't wait to feel that virgin asshole wrap around my cock.”

I heard something squirting and then his hand started rubbing against my ass with a very cold and slimy substance. He took a finger and lightly rubbed it around my hole, it was some form of lube and he tested it out and stuck a finger into my ass making me squirm and sob through the panties now soaked with spit, snot, and tears.

“Yeah, squirm a bit for me sissy, that makes it even better.” he was grunting each word and breathing so heavy it was hard to understand but I didn't need to hear him. There wasn't much I could do anymore so I just cried and laid there and wished this would all stop.

Maybe he wouldn't last long, maybe he would barely get it in and then be done. Surely this big construction worker doesn't get laid often and can't keep going. That was the best case scenario at this point and all I could hope for and hope was the only thing I could do.

I heard the squishing sound of him smearing lube across his cock and I started panicking more and I felt him lay down on top of me. He was already sweaty and enough so I could feel a dampness going through the dress as he position the tip of his cock to rest against my asshole. I pulled an arm out from underneath him and tried to drag myself up but he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back as hard as he could.

“Haven't you learned that there's nothing you can do to stop this?” He pushed and I felt the head of his dick enter me.

It hurt so bad and I started my muffled scream again to no avail as he slowly started to pump in and out with each one pressing in deeper. Every inch was more and more painful, I felt myself stretching and felt his cock slowly fill my asshole. How much more could there be? How much longer will he last?

He pushed head down on the bed and I felt he hunched over more as he adjusted his legs and pressed in deeper when he spoke again, “Fuck that's really tight, you need to take a deep breath.” He pulled out and I could've swore I shit all over him but if I did he didn't say anything. Then he placed a hand over my face and wiped away the snot and tears on what I'm guessing was his cock. “Breath in through your nose faggot.” I took a long exhausted breath with an exhale of more muffled sobbing and he stuck it back into me.

“That's it, it's starting to loosen up.” He was deeper than before and the pain was just as intense but he was right, I definitely felt him enter me easier than before. He kept pressing into me and then stopped, “There it is, how's it feel to have balls deep in that ass boy?” He reached under me and grabbed my cock. “Yeah, look at how hard you are, you love this.”

Sure enough I was as hard as I've ever been and his touch on my dick felt so good even with the pain I felt of him inside me. I couldn't believe it but had no control of it, what was wrong with me that I would enjoy this? Am I enjoying this? I couldn't gather my thoughts before he stopped rubbing my cock and pulled his hand out from underneath me.

He reposition himself, propping up with his hand on my back and started pumping again. It still hurt more and different than anything I've ever felt before but he started out slow and squirted more cold lube onto himself and me.

“Fuck yes, this feels so fucking good.” I felt his cock stiffening more with each thrust and he started going faster and harder. “Oh my fucking god, you're such a tight little slut.” He was grunting each word and each thrust made me sob and moan through the panties.

“That's it, moan for me bitch.” He smacked my ass hard more than a few times as he fucked me and they started to burn more with each one. “Oh, look your Daddy showed up.” He grabbed my hair and twisted it over on the bed and I opened my eye's but couldn't make much out through the tears.

He wiped my eyes clean and there was my Dad propping himself against the wall casually with a cigarette in his hand. He took a long drag, exhaled and then with a calm voice “Make him watch me while you fuck him John, I want him to know this is his punishment. If he want's to dress like a girl he's going to get fucked like one.”

John started fucking me really hard and really fast, he moved his hand from grabbing my hair to pushing his palm into the side of my face with his other on my shoulder.

“Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. That's it, yeah take that big cock balls deep you little cunt.” He suddenly pulled out, sat up and I could feel him stoking his dick on my ass. “Oh fuck yes, that ass is good but what does that mouth feel like?”

He stood up and grabbed the dress pulling me off the bed to stand at the end of it. “Look at that stain, you came while I fucked your ass sissy. You do like this don't you.”

And there it was, an unmistakable stain on the bed sheets where I was laying and my cock was still hard beneath the dress making a little imprint. My ass was sore and my legs felt like they were about give way but I just stood there no longer crying but exhausted and weak.

I turned my head and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, mouth full of panties I dare not take out myself, the make up was smeared and running down my face, my posture made me look like a scared battered wife, the dress was wrinkled with one strap becoming broke at some point, the panties had fallen around my feet, and one sock rolled down to my knee. I couldn't believe this was happening and a thousand muddled thoughts were rushing through my mind too fast to grasp anything except this is my reality right now and so much for this being quick.

John sat down on the edge of his bed slowly stroking his cock and looking me up and down before speaking again, “You look even better after being properly used, you ready to take this cock down your throat?” I turned my head to look at him and then my Dad.

“Don't you fucking look at me, this is what happens to boys that are too much of a pussy to be a man.” His voice was still calm as if he didn't just watch his Son get raped by another man, he was always a horrible father but never would I have thought something like this would happen. “Stop looking at me faggot, look at him.”

I turned my head and John was still sitting there, leaning back and stroking him self. “Take off the dress, now boy.” I shakily stripped myself of the torn dress and stood there naked and still erect. “Good, now pull those panties back up.” I complied bending over to pull them up and feeling the soreness in my ass stinging as bent down and slid them back up my legs and over my hard cock.

“Ok, now you're going to get on your knees and I'm going to shove this thing as far down your throat as I can but I have to take those panties out first.” He frowned and his voiced slowed and deepened, “You're not going to scream or yell are you?” I shook my head no and let out a small whimper.

My Dad spoke again, “And if you do scream or do anything else that's stupid you'll regret it, don't fucking forget that.” His voiced changed from calm to a sort of cold and calculating.

John reached out grabbing my face, pushing my cheeks in, opening my mouth and pulled the wad of panties out with his other hand