Gone Home

You were returning from college, walking to the airport garage where your Dad said he'd pick you up. There was some stranger waiting there when you arrived, but as you got closer to them they looked up, smiling when their gaze fell on you. You were shocked, recognizing your father's features taken back by his appearance.

He stood shirtless, wearing only a black leather vest above jeans with a thick belt, a ripped smooth body he'd never had before on full display. A chain draped his neck above his wide chest, stubble and a crew cut framing his face. He gave you a hug as you approached, wrapping his strong arms over your shoulders. His smell filled your nose, sending a spike up your spine.

Something felt different the moment he pulled back from his embrace. It was as if you saw him in a new light, admiring his physique from so close. You felt safe with his hands on your shoulders before he let go, leading you back to a truck you'd never been in before. You couldn't pull your eyes off him once you got in, trailing his definition as he focused on pulling out of the airport.

Something about the way your dad acted with confidence gave you a strange feeling you didn't recognize. It felt like you were meeting him for the first time despite having known him your whole life. You were too preoccupied with your thoughts when you felt his hand lay softly on your thigh, a shiver traveling through your body as he gripped it tighter. His touch felt electric, stirring something deep inside you. You looked up to find him smiling at you, mint on his breath, his eyes peering into yours as if to say he knew what you were feeling.

You felt compelled to relax, your mind letting down your guard despite the surreal situation.

"Can't wait to get you home, boy" He said.

The words sent a shudder through your heart. You didn't know if it was excitement or fear. He had never called you anything other than your name, but hearing it now only felt natural. You felt a feeling of dread going as he took roads you'd never seen before, pulling into a trailer park you didn't recognize. You stopped in front of a small home in the back corner, the car shutting off as your dad got out.

You felt confused looking at the residence. It felt like you were in a dream as you stepped out of the car, not recognizing where you were yet everything slowly falling into place. You knew you didn't live here before, but somehow, you couldn't recall any differently. You grabbed your luggage and headed inside, your feet out of your control as you moved forward. You looked around the room, remembering all the furniture, feeling like a stranger in your own home when you saw yourself in a mirror.

You stepped forward cautiously, your own reflection having the same effect on you as your surroundings. You examined your face, knowing something was off but not able to see any differences. Your gaze fell to your neck adorned by a similar chain to your father's. The same electric feeling as before filled your insides as you looked at it, bringing you back to the moment you first felt it- his hug.

Your eyes kept trailing lower, finding a wifebeater wrapped around a lithe body. You had never been strong or fit, but now muscles rippled under your skin, a strong torso visible under the muscle shirt. You weren't as big as your dad, but there was no mistaking your resemblance now.

You saw your father step inside behind you with the rest of your stuff. He threw it to the floor, looking up at you in the mirror before moving behind you. His hands snaked down the back of your body, feeling your torso with his fingertips, the touch sending shivers through your body that froze you in place. He grinned as he reached your ass, moving his hand under the fabric.

You felt his dominance over you as he reached into your crack, biting the back of your ear as he moved his hand up to your chest. You had no option but to experience the moment, endorphins flooding your body from the feeling of being owned.

"I've been waiting for this for too long" He whispered, the whistle of his lips catching right in your ear. He dropped your pants to the floor, leaving you standing naked in full view of the mirror. He pushed you forward to the side, over to a door that you somehow knew was your room.

Inside was a sling suspended from the ceiling, where you knew your place was in service to your father. You had no other purpose than to be his boy. You were used by him for the rest of that night, spending the rest of your life at home with him submitting to his every whim.