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The Young Patriarch

Kevin knew his mother was someone who always wanted to help other people if she could. Of course he loved her for it. When he came out as gay a few years ago, she was his biggest supporter. But she also always stood up for strangers. But when she came home with Karim one day, he thought she had really overdone it. She said that Karim would be staying at their home for a while now. When Kevin asked her if that was really such a good idea, she gave a morale sermon.

“Karim is here all alone in a completely foreign country! There is no longer enough space in the refugee home. He's even younger than you, Kevin. It is our duty to help him. There's only two of us in this big house anyway. If you were in a situation like him, you would want someone to help you too. And also..."

"It's okay mom. You won," Kevin interrupted.

His mother smiled. Kevin knew he had no chance of winning against her in such an argument. He also didn't want to listen to her tragic life story, because she herself ended up on the streets as a teenager after beeing rejected by her Christian family because she was pregnant unmarried. Only with the help of Kevin's dad she had managed to build a normal life. May he rest in peace.

Together they fixed up Kevin's dad's old study room for Karim and gave him some of Kevin's old clothes. In the first few days that Karim lived with them, he was reserved and modest. He said thank you for every little thing and helped Kevin's mom around the house. Kevin even started liking Karim. Besides, he was really handsome.

****

However, it didn't take long for Kevin to notice a change in Karim's behavior. It was little things. At some point he stopped helping around the house. He stopped thanking them. He let Kevin's mom serve him more and more often. Kevin didn't want to make a big deal out of it, but he knew he had to do something if this continued.

One day Kevin noticed that Karim was wearing clothes that Kevin had just bought. This was too much for him so he decided to give Karim a speech. He waited until his mother was out of the hosue and then went to Karim who was sitting in the living room playing Playstation.

"Karim, may I have a word with you.”

"Can't it wait, I'm playing?" he said annoyed.

"No it can't. Listen, I know you've had a hard time, but why did you take my new clothes without asking me?” Kevin asked angrily.

Karim didn't even look at him but continued to concentrate on his game.

"Because I like them better than the old junk you guys gave me to wear."

Kevin was stunned, he didn't know what to say.

"Is there anything else?" Karim asked.

"I… I… actually, um no."

"Good. Then be a good boy and bring me a bag of chips from the kitchen.”

Kevin couldn't figure out why, but he did as Karim asked and brought him the requested bag of chips. When Karim took it, he looked at him for the first time since he had "confronted" him. What he said then completely hit Kevin off guard. 

"I like your watch. Give it to me."

Kevin was so overwhelmed by the arrogant nature and self-confident dominance that Karim radiated that he gave him his expensive wristwatch.

"Do you need anything else?" Kevin asked sheepishly.

"No, not at the moment. But I'll let you know."

Then Kevin went to his room and thought about what had just happened. His cock was hard and he couldn't help but jerk off now.

*****

Shortly after this event, Kevin went on a little holiday trip with his boyfriend. He didn't feel comfortable leaving his mother alone with Karim, but the holiday was already booked and he could never have canceled his friend.

It was late at night when Kevin came back. He entered the house and tried to be as quiet as possible so as not to wake up his mother or Karim. But as he passed his mother's bedroom, he noticed loud noises. A groan and the squeak of a bed.

"Holy shit!" Kevin exclaimed when he saw what was happening in the room.

Karim fucked his mother! Kevin suddenly felt nauseous. He quickly rushed to his room. He burrowed under his covers and tried to forget what he had just seen. But the image was burned in. And again, besides the humiliation, he felt that scene made him horny as fuck. Hearing his mother moan like a whore, Kevin jerks off and falls asleep. He firmly believed that this was a dream he would soon wake up from, but he was wrong.

When Kevin entered the kitchen the next morning, he greeted his mother who was just clearing the breakfast table.

"Mom? Shouldn't you be at work by now?” Kevin asked in surprise.

"Good morning darling, I didn't even know that you were already back. How was your vacation?” she asked in a nervous voice.

"Mom, don't dodge my question."

"Okay, so you know I resigned."

"But why? I thought you loved your job?"

"Yes, that's true, but now that Karim has a job, he thought I should stay at home. He also said that you have a good job and that you should pay more of our bills.”

“Oh, is that what Karim thought? Mom what's this all about? Since when does Karim determine our lives?” Kevin yelled angrily.

"Is there a problem here?" Karim asked, just coming into the kitchen.

He stood there, confident as ever, with his arms crossed in front of his bare chest.

"No, no, Karim, everything is fine," Kevin's mother tried to say soothingly.

"But there is a problem! Why are you suddenly deciding how this household is run?” Kevin wanted to know.

"I decide because I'm the man of the house," Karim said as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

"I beg your pardon? What are you talking about? Except that my mom has never needed a man to tell her what to do, I'm still around. I'm her son, and I'm older than you, too!"

Karim laughed.

"Come on, a woman can never be superior to a man. And besides, you're a fag. You can never be the head of a family.”

Kevin looked startled at his mother, but she said nothing.

"Be glad that I'm such a tolerant man, otherwise I would have you beaten up long ago, homo. But anyway, as your future stepfather, I can't allow you to continue pursuing your perverted urges,” Karim added.

"Mom? What is he saying?

Kevin's mom walked over to Karim and held his hand.

"I actually wanted to tell you on better terms, honey, but it's true. Karim and I are getting married,” she said, smiling and kissing Karim's cheek.

Kevin fell to the ground, stunned.

"Now you'll finish cleaning the kitchen while I go over to the living room with Kevin and finish our conversation," Karim said to Kevin's mother, who obeyed immediately.

"Come on, homo!"

Kevin followed Karim into the living room. Karim sat down in a chair as if it were a throne and he was the king.

"I will allow you to continue living here after Serah and I get married. But you will do everything I ask of you. You will only speak when asked. You can still go to work, but you transfer the money to my account and in your free time you stay at home in case I have chores for you. Is that clear so far?”

"You can not be serious."

"Oh yes, I'm totally serious. And you will be happy to do so. Do you think I haven't noticed how horny you are when I give you orders? Even now your cock is hard. But fair enough. I give you a choice: either you stand up for your mother now, be a real man and kick me out of your house, or you accept that you are a degenerate little fag and lick my superior feet.”

Kevin's heart was racing. In less than 10 seconds he threw everything he believed in overboard, got on his knees and started sucking Karim's homophobic feet.

Karim flexed his biceps and laughed.

"That's good homo!"

**4 years later**

Kevin and his mother's life had changed forever. Kevin's mother converted to Islam after marrying Karim. Meanwhile, Kevin had 2 little half-siblings and a third was on the way. Karim led the family according to his traditions as a patriarch whose word was like law. Kevin was at the bottom of the hierarchy. He lived like a slave. Sometimes when he couldn't sleep at night he thought about his old life. Then he looked at his caged penis. The key for the cage was of course in Karim's possession. And then he burst into tears. He never knew if they were tears of sadness because the memory hurt so much, or tears of joy because he had never felt so fulfilled and in the right place in his life...

THE END