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You had never gotten along with your dad, rarely speaking a word to him since you left for college. Unable to find a job though, you had no other option but to move back in. You knew it wouldn't come without requirements while you continued to search. No sooner did you step back in the house did he want to reassert control.

Your hair was the first thing to go, shaved off with clippers to match his buzz cut. You were forced to keep it trim each day, and if it was ever longer than his he'd clean shave your head entirely.

He forced you to join him at the gym every night. You were to follow his exact routine, obey his every word. Your diet was limited to whatever he ate, and it wasn't a lot. It was hell putting your body through. You watched as all your extra pounds disappeared from your body, definition quickly carved into your skin as muscle took over your body.

You hated the way he looked at you with pride in your progress. Every night he'd comment on your body as if he owned it, complimenting you in a way that only made you feel worse. That was when he started making you shower with him.

He required that you shave your entire body, keep a clean appearance. You knew it was just another way to assert his control, his behavior hypocritical as he ignored his own carpet of body hair. Every night he'd join you in the shower, taking a razor to your skin and going over every inch of your body. You'd be forced to stand still, your hands against the bathroom wall as he worked removing any trace of your masculine trait. He would handle your junk firmly, berating you each time you flinched from his touch.

He'd soak your entire figure with exfoliating cream after, washing away any residue left on your body. His calloused hands would work in every single crevice of your body, pushing into your ass as deeply as possible making sure your entire surface was baby smooth. It wasn't long until he began washing inside you too, his slick fingers slipping into your hole to ensure you were clean through and through.

You had no say in the matter. You'd squirm, a strange tingling coming from your groin every time he was in there, unaware he was playing with your button. You didn't know why, but it somehow felt good, your body feeling especially refreshed after each time. You began to look forward to it each night.

You don't know when it happened but your feelings for him had started to change. You felt closer having spent time in his hands, almost proud in being his obedient son. You saw him in a different light, loving the time you spent together, feeling his touch on you. It felt right for him to take care of you, like that was your place all along.

You were in the shower when you finally told him your feelings. You were worried about how he would react, not able to see his expression while you faced the wall. In a moment his arms were tenderly wrapped around your front, pulling you close to him with his mouth against your ear.

"I love you too, son" He said as his cock slipped between your crack and inside your slick hole. You couldn't stop the moan that escaped your lips as the tingling from your groin spread like wildfire across your skin, your body only supported by your dad's thick pole. You were helpless as he started pumping inside you, your weight moved up and down with each thrust. In a moment you felt yourself come in a roar, your Dad quickly following suit. You knew right then and there you had found the role you'd been looking for, never wanting to be anything but his obedient boy forever.