Dominant Dad

You were heading out on a boy's trip with your Dad, having not spent any quality time with him for a few years. He was already checked into the hotel you'd be at, saying he was waiting. You immediately headed up to the room he texted you.

The door was already open when you arrived, cracked ajar on the lock. You closed it behind you before the smell of sweat hit your nose. You needed to take a moment to recover, feeling as though your mind had been hit with a bunch of bricks. You felt your thoughts return, but couldn't help feel in the back of your mind that something was different, that part of you had changed.

As you stepped into the room you found your Dad already in a bed, stripped down to just a pair of briefs leaning back against the headboard. You had never seen him this way, his body exposed with a coating of hair outlining his body, his eyes soft with a sly grin on his face. The smell had grown even more strong as you approached.

"About time you arrived boy. I've been needing a wash for a while" He said, raising his arms.

You felt disgusted, revolted seeing him this way, but the same twisting feeling you got when you walked into the room returned. You raised a hand to your head, wondering what was happening inside your body, feeling a fog rolling in that wiped out your thoughts.

"Be a good boy and come over here, obey your Daddy"

You weren't sure why but your body was moving, walking you over to the side of the bed as he stretched an arm out, bringing you to his chest. Your face automatically placed itself in his furry pit, its smell immediately drenching your insides and sogging up the rest of your mind. You wanted to pull back, but you couldn't stop, your tongue obsessed with getting as much of his flavor inside you.

"Yeah you like Daddy's musk don't you?" You heard muffled above you.

You couldn't fight it inside your head. Despite struggling to take back control of your body, something was hardwired in you keeping you there. You didn't know why you were doing this, as if it was programmed in your instinct to obey him, obey his musk.

You didn't know your father had been taking a supplement, "Dominant Dad", meant to produce the pheromones that activated utter obedience in their sons. Made stronger the more it got in their system. You were his son, helpless but to follow his direction as he ordered you to clean the rest of his body, tasting every inch of the man you came from, the man you now served.