I opened my eyes, blinked, yawned, closed them again.
I felt confused, disoriented in a way that was… strange. It wasn’t like waking up was supposed to be, I wasn’t half asleep. I can’t remember getting in the bed, in fact I can’t remember the last thing I remember. Where did consciousness end last? I was clueless.
I tired to move my body and I found it difficult. I could move though, I rolled over onto my stomach and opened my eyes, I was on the guest bed in the basement. Blinking didn’t clear the fuzz from the world, so I went ahead and tried to get out of bed. As I stood I felt an incredible weakness throughout my body, and I gasp as my legs gave out and I hit the ground.
“Oh son, I see your up.” My father’s voice, I try to say something back but can only mumble.
I feel his hands on my shoulders, turning me over, then picking me up. He lays me back on the bed, with my head near the side.
“Can you hear what I’m saying?” he ask.
“Great!” he sounds really excited.
His hand touches my face, rubs my cheek. I wonder what he is doing, its a very odd touch. It gets even stranger as he slips a finger into my mouth. I feel myself suck on his finger just a bit, my tongue pushes against it, a reflex to the invasion. I wonder if he is trying to check me for vitals or something.
“I think I used too much maybe…” he slaps my cheek, and begins to stroke my neck and face. He has large, powerful hands. The caress is strange, like he is fondling me.
I start to see clearly and when I try to speak it comes out.
“Wha… What’s going on Dad?”
“You don’t remember?” he looks surprised.
“No… what happened?”
“You woke up several times during the trip, once during the operation too, haha boy what a shocker, lousy third world doctors huh, I even explained this to you already twice.”
I coughed and swallowed, confused. “What?”
My dad took my hand and placed it on my stomach, it was then I realized I didn’t have a shirt on. I didn’t get what he was doing as he moved my hand lower. It hit me when he got to my groin that I had no body hair left. He left my hand there and reached down to my dick, rubbing my limp cock and stroking my balls. I stammered and mumbled but I didn’t even know what to say, I was beginning to panic.
Then the real shock hit me when he pulled my hand up and sat it on my left breast. I shouldn’t have breast!
My dad laughed.
“I should keep you drugged all the time just to see you relive this moment.”
I tried to sit up and my father pushed me back down, leaning over my body. I became aware that he had positioned his crotch right next to my face.
Letting go of me he reached down to the floor and picked something up. I gasped when he held the mirror up to my face. My lips were larger, I had several piercings, and my face had been painted up to look like a cheap whore.
“Your a cute little bitch son, it’s been killing me waiting for this these past few weeks.”
I shook my head and muttered, “No… no no no no no….”
My dad just laughed at me. I watched in horror as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. It was inches from my face. I felt a shiver of fear run through my body.
His cock was about 6 inches, which is fairly standard I guess. I’m not the kind of guy to go online and look at cocks or try and figure out how big other guys are. I’d rather see as few other dicks in my life as possible, I certainly never dreamed I would be forced to service my fathers.
His cock was insanely thick though. I’ve heard a few people talk about cocks being as thick around as a beer can and I thought that was a joke, this was no joke though, I could feel it’s weight as he lay his huge cock on my cheek. His shaft was more oval then round, making it look much wider from below. The head was like the point of a spear on it, it gave me the impression of a hammerhead sharks. A ludicrous thought for me to have given the situation I guess.
I let out a sob as he adjusted my body so that my head lay off the bed. He then started rubbing his dick around my face, which I fruitlessly kept trying to avoid by turning my head. His dick was very soft on my cheeks, it gave me a sick feeling it my stomach when it brushed over my lips.
“Umm,” my father moaned “Tell me you little bitch, do you like to suck on your man’s balls before you take his cock?”
I reached up and tried to push him back with my arms, praying this humiliation would end, but my muscles were weak from weeks of disuse, and my father laughed as he simply pushed them aside with his strong hands. I noticed my nails had been painted pink, but I had bigger problems. I could smell the scent of his sweaty crotch as he moved forward and lay his nuts on my face, he put them right over my mouth.
“We better get something straight at this point son,” he said “I suppose it’s something every fella had to tell their whore, if you bite me; I am gonna fucking cut your balls off you understand? Hell that is the only reason I didn’t already have your balls removed, they are my gift to you for presumed good behavior. You misbehave, you lose ‘um understand?”
My world was reeling. Nothing seemed real anymore, and it wasn’t the drugs. My own father had drugged me, apparently taken me somewhere for some serious surgeries, and was about to rape me. I think I started to become disconnected then from what was happening. Reality though, and my fathers abuse, kept pulling me painfully back.
“Open you mouth.” he said.
I did it, I didn’t fight, couldn’t. I’d woken up into a nightmare, I could barely move, barely think, and I could see that my father had gone to serious lengths to do this to me. I didn’t want to see what he would do if I pissed him off.
His balls slipped into my mouth as I parted my lips. Just like that. It’s hard to believe, gravity just did the work for me of taking another man’s balls into my mouth. My father sighed and leaned forward a little more, allowing more of his sac to enter my mouth. It was just a hot moist sex toy for him. He wiggled them some and laughed. I wanted to throw up but my stomach acted like everything was fine. Shouldn’t the body realize the mind is screaming at it for a reason? How could it just lay here and be violated without putting up a fight?