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The Trouble with having a Fag Son, Part II

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Content Warning: abuse / bullying / homophobia / verbal insults / violence

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About Eric

Since his mother's death a little over two years ago, Eric's life had been anything but happy. He had become socially withdrawn and completely estranged from his former friends. When Eric discovered that he wasn't attracted to girls, but boys, his social anxiety worsened. He had always been isolated at school. Secretly, he had always wished that someone would finally approach him and pay attention to him. Indeed, a while ago, this wish came true... but not in the way Eric had hoped. One day, he caught the attention of his schoolmate Kyle Barker. Kyle was a muscular, athletic guy. Popular with the girls and a role model for the other boys. Basically, the exact opposite of Eric. That day, Eric was sitting alone on a wall at the edge of the school grounds, eating his lunch alone, as he often did. He noticed someone casting a shadow over him, and when he looked up, he saw Kyle Barker standing there. Flanked by his friends Norman and Matt.

"Hey, are you Steve Tanner's son?" Kyle wanted to know.

Eric confirmed.

"Did you know, your dad and my old man are friends? Your dad comes over to our house almost every week to watch the game. My dad wants me to become friends with you, but after watching you for a few days, I've decided I can't do him that favor. I could never be friends with someone like you! That would be absolutely ridiculous!" Kyle scoffed.

Eric didn't know what to say. But from that day on, Kyle, Matt, and Norman had him on their radar and didn't miss a chance to bully him. In the months that followed, every day at school was hell. More and more of his schoolmates joined in the bullying, and those who didn't laughed at him or ignored him even more than before. His greatest relief was when he came home from school and could retreat to his room. There, he could be himself without having to fear a bullying attack. But that, too, was about to change.

Out of the blue, Eric's dad came into his room one day and wanted to talk with him. His dad was very upset, and Eric was seriously worried. When Eric asked what was wrong, his dad asked:

"Eric, is it true that you're... gay?"

Eric was completely unprepared for this question. He didn't know how his father had found out. Even if he had been on his computer... Eric had always deleted all his browser history and never downloaded anything. At first, Eric didn't want to admit it, but when his father got angry, he had no choice.

"Do you still love me, Dad?" Eric asked, close to tears, when he realized his father wasn't taking the news well at all.

Without answering that question, his dad left him.

Eric and his dad never had a close bond. Eric suspected it was because they were just too different. But after his involuntary outing, their relationship changed completely. But not for the better for Eric.

Shortly after his outing, Eric came home only to find his dad sitting in the kitchen with none other than Kyle. They seemed to be deep in conversation, and just as Eric was about to enter the room, he heard his father say:

"I wish you were my son and not Eric."

This sentence echoed in Eric's head ever since. From that moment on, he knew he could never be the son his father wanted. And his dad's behavior since that day painfully confirmed this. That same day, something happened to Eric that seemed like a nightmare: Kyle, Matt, and Norman came into his room and abused him. The worst part wasn't even what they did; he'd endured a lot before. Nor was it the terrible fact that it happened in his own home, a place that had always at least meant safety for him. The worst part was that they were instigated by his dad, and that he was watching. Eric begged him to help him, but instead, he filmed the scene, and just when Eric thought things couldn't get any worse, his dad unzipped his pants and urinated all over Eric's body.

"You want to know if I love you? How could I love someone like you? Here's what I think about faggots!"

That day something broke inside Eric. Life with his father was never the same again. In the weeks that followed, his dad became his biggest bully. He never missed an opportunity to let Eric know that he wasn't worthy of calling himself his son. It wasn't even the regular insults or beatings that hurt Eric the most. It was the fact that his father was now regularly spending time with Kyle, the boy who made his life hell at school, and that he was building a stronger father-son relationship with him than he ever had with Eric. In fact, his father now forbade Eric from even calling him father or dad.

"The fact that a pathetic fag like you calls me Dad makes me sick... no, it even makes me angry! From now on, you'll call me ‘Sir’ or ‘Mr. Tanner’. Is that clear, you little Cumbreath?"

Eric tried not to make his dad angry and so he tried to stick to the language rules. But every now and then, a ‘Dad’ would slip out. The consequences were always painful. And after a while, an outsider would probably never have guessed that father and son lived together, but rather master and servant. Eric tried to make his father, Mr. Tanner,'s life as pleasant as possible. He took over all the housework and served him by bringing him snacks to the couch in the evenings, and the like. Sometimes, when Mr. Tanner was in a particularly good mood, he even allowed Eric to massage his feet after work. Those were the only moments in Eric's life that still brought him some happiness and joy.

About Steven

Steven found it absurd that such a thing as faggots even existed. ‘Men’ who are sucking other men's cocks - even let them get fucked in the ass. In his youth, he made it very clear to the homos at his school how much he ‘appreciated’ them. But he never put too much thought into it. That's just how boys are, showing who's the stronger person. Testing boundaries. As he grew older, he increasingly suppressed his dislike of homos. Partly because it was what society demanded of him, and partly because he felt there were more important things to do than deal with these lowlifes. But that changed the day he found out that Eric, his own and only son, was also one of them. Steve didn't really know what to think after his son admitted it. First, Steve spent a few hours online reading about how to ‘support your queer kids’. But the more he thought about it and the more often he saw Eric in the following days, the more he realized that it was wrong to support the faggot just because he was his son.

Shortly afterwards, Kyle Barker, the son of a friend who is also Eric's biggest bully, showed him a few videos of Kyle and his friends bullying Eric. As soon as he saw these videos, he remembered how good it felt to show those lowlifes what sick jokes they were. It was as if a valve had finally burst inside Steve. And from that day on, he didn't want to pretend anymore. He openly showed Eric how much he despised him for being a faggot. He invited Kyle and his two best buddies over and filmed them penetrating Eric with, among other things, a broom stick. What Steve despised most, however, was that Eric actually seemed to enjoy it, because the little fag just squirted. In retrospect, Steve wondered if what he did next was an overreaction - pissing all over Eric as a sign of how much he despised him at that moment. But the days that followed showed Steve that his hatred was justified. Instead of standing up for himself, Eric cowered in his room even more miserably than before. A few times, Eric came to Steve and apologized for being gay and not being able to be the son Steve wanted. This subservience only made Steve angrier. No, I can never accept this pathetic creature as my son, he finally thought.

Consequently, he forbade Eric from calling him father or dad.

"The fact that a pathetic fag like you calls me Dad makes me sick... no, it even makes me angry! From now on, you'll call me ‘Sir’ or ‘Mr. Tanner’. Is that clear, you little Cumbreath?"

Cumbreath was one of Steve's favorite nicknames he'd come up with for the faggot.

He noticed how much the fag was struggling with the whole situation. But he didn't care. It felt extremely liberating to finally be able to give free rein to his true feelings. He stopped treating Eric like a son and started treating him like his bullying victims from his days back then in school.

Whenever the fag seemed unable to bear the situation any longer, Steve threatened to kick him out:

"You're lucky you're still allowed to live here. You're old enough that I could legally kick you out. So, make sure you don't upset me, understood?"

Steve never seriously considered kicking Eric out. He enjoyed the fact that he could now take out all his frustration on someone who deserved no better anyway.

From then on, whenever someone brought up the topic of family at work or in public, Steve pretended he didn't have a son.

"My wife and son died about two years ago," he told a business partner.

"Oh my God, how terrible. My condolences."

"It's okay. I'm over it. As much as one can be over it. But I spend a lot of time with my best friend's family. In fact, their son Kyle has become something of a son to me," Steven said.

That last one wasn't a lie. At first, it was a little strange for both of them that they spent so much time together, given the age difference and the fact that Kyle was the son of Carl, Steve's best friend. But they just got along perfectly. Sometimes when Kyle visited Steve, they called each other ‘son’ and ‘dad’ simply to humiliate the little fag Eric.

About Crushed Dreams

Eric's hands trembled as he took the brochures out of his school bag. He had been putting it off for a long time, but since his graduation was not far away, it was simply time to talk to his father, no, to ‘Mr. Tanner’, about what would happen afterward. He hadn't really wanted to think about it at all, but his teacher, Mr. Kim, had repeatedly tried to talk to him over the past few weeks and months. Eric had always refused, but the idea Mr. Kim had recently presented to him seemed like a glimmer of hope in Eric's dreary life.

As usual, Eric had cleaned the house and prepared Mr. Tanner's space in the living room. As soon as he got out of the shower, Eric had to try it.

“I'm very sorry, Sir, but would you have a few minutes to talk to me? It's about school," Eric asked meekly.

Mr. Tanner didn't seem very enthusiastic. He quickly checked to see if Eric had already completed all his chores and then agreed to listen to him for a few minutes.

"But as soon as the game starts, you get your ass in the kitchen, bring me a nice cold beer, and shut up," Mr. Tanner commented.

"Of course, Sir."

Mr. Tanner sat down at the kitchen table. Eric didn't sit down, but remained standing; after all, Mr. Tanner hadn't allowed him to sit next to him.

"As you probably know, I'm about to graduate from high school soon. And now the question is... well, what do I do after that? Mr. Kim, one of my teachers suggested I go to art school. Well, because... because I'm interested in drawing... and I thought that might be a good idea... and... well, here are three brochures for different schools. Maybe... maybe you could take a look at them... Sir," Eric stammered.

Mr. Tanner, who had been playing on his cell phone the whole time and only half-listening, suddenly looked up. Eric became even more nervous. Mr. Tanner took the brochures, glanced at them, and then promptly tore them up.

"Do you seriously think I would pay for such bullshit? Do you seriously think I would pay for you to attend stupid seminars with your peers and then suck each other's dicks? If you think that, you're even dumber than I thought," Mr. Tanner said, laughing.

"But Da... um, Mr. Tanner, what kind of college do you want me to go to instead?" Eric asked, shocked.

"To none at all! You can figure out how to earn your own living after you graduate. I promised Kyle the money I originally saved for your college education. Of course, his family will pay for his college, but the money is just to help him have a more comfortable life as a college student. He should have the best financial foundation so that he can one day become a top athlete. Kyle's future is important to me, unlike yours, Cumbreath!"

Eric felt his eyes getting wet.

"Don't you dare start crying now! I promise, I'll beat the shit out of you!" Mr. Tanner threatened.

Eric tried, but he couldn't suppress it, and the first tears rolled down his cheeks. Shortly after, he was rewarded with a hard punch to the stomach, knocking him to the ground.

"Well, you asked for it!" his father cursed.

While it was far from the first time his father had beaten him up since he came out, it was the first time it felt like the last spark of hope was being beaten out of Eric's body.

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Steve had been working from home every Wednesday for a while, and so it happened that he was home on this Wednesday morning too when the doorbell rang intrusively several times.

"Fuck, is there no peace in here? And to make matters worse, that homo is at school right now and I have to answer the door myself."

Steve opened the door and there stood a slight Asian man who appeared to be about the same age as himself.

"Good morning, Mr. Tanner, do you have a moment to talk to me?" the stranger asked.

"I'm not interested in your cult. Try preaching the word of God to someone else!" Steve said impatiently, already half-closing the door.

"I'm Eric's homeroom teacher, Mr. Kim. I wrote to you."

Steve remembered: the many, many attempts to contact him via email. The many phone calls, all of which Steve, of course, left unanswered. Always with the message, 'He was worried about your son.' And now he actually had the nerve to bother him at home. Steve was furious, but at the same time amused that the teacher seemed even more pathetic than he had imagined. He decided it was a good opportunity to teach him a lesson. So he invited Mr. Kim in. As they walked into the kitchen, whatever courage the teacher had mustered seemed to have vanished. He seemed nervous and could barely hold Steve's gaze. What a joke he was...

Arriving in the kitchen, Steve sat down on a barstool and poured himself a glass of water. He didn't think to offer this intruder a drink. Mr. Kim asked if he could sit down, but Steve declined.

"I think this will be a short conversation. And I have work to do. So I suggest you hurry up with your request," Steve said dismissively.

The Asian man was sweating. He nervously scratched his face, struggling for words.

"Well, as already announced in the emails... we need to talk about your son... about your son Eric... He... well, he's not being treated well by his classmates and... and..." Kim stammered.

Steve was getting impatient. He cut the teacher off.

"Listen! Like I said, I have more important things to do, so I'll cut this short right now. I don't give a damn if this faggot gets bullied at school. No... In fact, I actually think it's a good thing. He deserves it."

"But you can't be serious..."

"Shut up! Don't interrupt me, I'm not finished yet! I assume you put those stupid ideas into his head about those gay art colleges?

"Well, yes, I thought it was a good idea. The boy has talent and needs to be encouraged... Don't you agree? Eric is your son, after all," Kim asked incredulously.

"Bullshit! That cocksucker is not my son. Yes, I may have fathered him, and may God judge me for that when I die, but there's no way I can accept that this piece of shit is my son. And I'm certainly not going to pay money for an unnecessary education for him. He's lucky I'm not kicking him out. At least not for now, as long as he's a good housekeeper."

Kim shook his head in disbelief.

"How can you say such vile things?" he asked.

Steve laughed.

"I'm tired of having to pretend. At least in my own four walls, I speak the unvarnished truth. What I also see, for example, is that you're a faggot just like Eric. I knew that the moment you walked through my door."

"I can't listen to this anymore..." Kim muttered, turning around.

But Steve stopped him. He wanted to know why he was suddenly in such a hurry. Then he ordered the fag teacher to apologize for wasting his precious time. Kim was shocked, didn't move an inch, and couldn't utter a word.

"Come on, I won't tell you twice: Show some respect. Kneel down in front of me and apologize!"

Kim trembled. But even Steve hadn't expected how quickly the teacher's reaction would suddenly come.

"I'm sorry. I apologize for taking your valuable time, Mr. Tanner!" Kim said, kneeling on the kitchen floor.

Steve laughed loudly.

"You faggots are so easy to break."

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Eric was panting. He was exhausted. He had run as fast as he could from the car to the front door, carrying two heavy shopping bags full of groceries. He was five minutes late because the store was unusually busy. He sincerely hoped Mr. Tanner wouldn't notice his delay. No, he wasn't afraid of getting another black eye, but he certainly didn't want to disappoint him by failing at something as simple as buying groceries...

Once inside, he rushed into the kitchen. He put down the two bags. It was custom that the first thing he did when he came home was to check on Mr. Tanner to see if he needed anything. So Eric hurried into the living room, where he usually sat at this time of the day.

"Good evening, Mr. Tanner. I'm ba..."

But Eric couldn't finish his sentence, too stunned by the scene before him. His father... Mr. Tanner wasn't alone. And it wasn't the fact that Kyle was sitting with him; the two often hung out together. No, it was the fact that someone was kneeling on the floor in front of the couch. It was a slender Asian man. He was naked and was alternately massaging and kissing Mr. Tanner's and Kyle's feet. When the three of them noticed Eric and looked over at him, Eric recognized who the stranger was – and he could hardly believe his eyes: It was his homeroom teacher, Mr. Kim.

"Well, look who finally showed up. We thought you weren't coming back. Not that it's a big loss, of course," Kyle scoffed.

"I'm sorry, I... I..." Eric stammered.

"Hey, Steve, I think the fag is speechless at the sight!" Kyle laughed.

"Yeah, you're pretty surprised, aren't you, Cumbreath? You won't believe it, but your chink faggot teacher showed up at my door this morning and wanted to talk to me about your future. Of course, he quickly realized that a fag like you has no future. Right, chink?" Mr. Tanner scoffed.

Yes, Sir. You're absolutely right," said Mr. Kim, looking Eric in the eye with shame on his face. Then he turned his attention back to the feet.

Eric was petrified. Only Kyle's loud words tore him out of his trance.

"Hey, I told you to finally bring us a beer! Have you gone deaf or something? I thought being stupid was enough!" grumbled Kyle.

While Eric was taking two bottles of beer from the fridge in the kitchen next door, he heard the two men mocking Mr. Kim.

"So, what's it like being a teacher and showing your true nature in front of your students?" asked Mr. Tanner sneeringly.

"It's... very humiliating, Sir."

Mr. Tanner and Kyle laughed.

"Yeah, I bet!" laughed Mr. Tanner.

"Tell me, Mr. Kim. Are you hard right now? Is that your full hard cock?" Kyle wanted to know.

"Yes, Sir."

Kyle and Mr. Tanner laughed again.

"I knew chinks have small dicks, but this is an insult even to your own race," Kyle said.

"Yeah, calling this thing a dick is almost a joke. How 'big' is it?" Mr. Tanner wanted to know.

"I... I'm not exactly sure, Sir," Mr. Kim replied.

At that moment, Eric came back into the living room and handed Mr. Tanner and Kyle their beer bottles.

"Hey Cumbreath, go get a tape measure," Mr. Tanner ordered.

"Yes, Sir."

As Eric walked to the tool cabinet to get the tape measure, he felt very strange. He was used to being bullied by his father and Kyle, but he didn’t knew they could be just as cruel to someone else... And then to his homeroom teacher of all people. He knew after that night, Mr. Kim wouldn't be able to look him or Kyle in the eyes again at school.

Back in the living room, Mr. Tanner ordered Eric to put the tape measure on Mr. Kim's small dick and read out the number. It felt so wrong to touch and measure his teacher's cock.

"That's... uh... 2.3 inches," Eric finally read.

"Wow, that's pathetic," Kyle mocked.

"So you two fags, want to know what a real cock is?" Kyle asked provocatively.

Eric didn't know where this was going, but he was interested in finding out. So he answered yes. Just like Mr. Kim. Kyle then took his cock out of his sweatpants. He jerked it for a while until it got hard. Eric had seen Kyle's cock a few times, especially while peeing, and Kyle's stream often hit him, but he had never seen it hard. As expected, it was an impressive sight.

"Hey boy, I don't think you're getting any more beer tonight, what are you doing?" Mr. Tanner asked, amused.

"All right, Steve, wait a second. Hey Cumbreath, what are you doing standing around useless like this? Go on, measure mine!" said Kyle.

Eric's heart was racing. He couldn't believe what was happening. Kyle was actually ordering him to measure his erect cock. He gently placed the tape measure on his bully's massive dick. When his fingertips touched Kyle's cock, Eric's own cock instantly got hard.

"That's... 9.5 inches," Eric announced.

"Okay, now take your pawns away!" Kyle hissed, tucking his cock back into his sweatpants.

"Wow, not bad, my boy. That really makes a father proud," Mr. Tanner praised.

"Thanks, Dad!" said Kyle.

But Kyle's nasty little game wasn't over yet. Eric was supposed to go get a permanent marker. Eric hurried. He was curious to see what Kyle had in store. When he came back, Kyle wanted Mr. Kim to repeat the numbers Eric had just measured.

"Mine is 2.3. Yours is 9.5, Sir."

"Good memory. And since you're a teacher, you'll probably enjoy a little math game now. Tell me: What's the difference between your tiny chink cock and my big white cock?" Kyle asked.

"Um... the difference is 7.2 inches, Sir," Mr. Kim answered without hesitation.

"Very nice, 7.2 inches. Boy, that's a BIG difference, isn't it?" Kyle mocked.

Mr. Kim nodded.

"Cumbreath, you're going to take the pen and write the sentence 'Kyle's dick is 7.2 inches bigger than mine' on your teacher's chest." ordered Klyle.

Mr. Tanner burst out laughing.

While Eric wrote the sentence on his teacher's chest with permanent marker, Mr. Tanner joked:

"You really have a creative streak, Kyle. Maybe you should go to one of those gay art schools? Don’t you think?"

"Well, at least I'd find more than enough willing training partners for my boxing training there," Kyle laughed.

"100%!" Mr. Tanner said, laughing, clinking his beer bottle against Kyle's.

After Eric finished writing the sentence, Kyle and Mr. Tanner wanted him to write it on other parts of Mr. Kim's body as well. On the back, on the arms, on the butt, and even across the face.

"Yes, that's a work of art, don't you think, Cumbreath?" Mr. Tanner asked mockingly.

"Yes, Sir," Eric replied submissively.

"Now put away the pen and tape measure and go to your room," Mr. Tanner ordered.

"But Sir, what about dinner? And I still have to clean the bathroom! And…" started Eric to protest.

But Mr. Tanner interrupted him.

"Our guest here will take care of those matters tonight. I don't need you anymore today. Now get out of here!"

Without further ado, Eric left the living room.

Once he got to his room and closed the door behind him, so many thoughts were going through his head. But what surprised him most was that he felt jealous. He was jealous of Mr. Kim. Of the fact that tonight he was taking on the role that was supposed to be Eric's. He tried to shake off the feeling. He needed to distract himself. And he already knew how. He lay down on the bed and took the measuring tape out of his pants pocket. The same measuring tape that had been attached to Kyle's stiff cock just a few minutes ago. He then placed the measuring tape around his own cock and began to jerk off...

TO BE CONTINUED...

read related stories: 'Punching bag for Kyle' / 'The Trouble with having a Fag Son, Part I' / 'The Joy with having a Fag Son, Part I'