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Read Part I and Part II

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

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Eric slumped over, gasping. He took a few deep breaths until his mind cleared. He hated this moment. As he pulled a towel from under his pillow to wipe away the cum he'd just spilled on himself, he began to hate himself again. Before, when he jerked off, he always thought about the cute boys from school or a celebrity he had a crush on. But now, when he jerked off, all he thought about was his bully Kyle and his own father Steve. The two men who made his life feel like hell every day... and yet they were his greatest desire.

"Eric, you're sick," he said to himself.

Then he stood up and walked over to take a box from under his desk. He opened it and took out some old family photos. They were photos of him as a little kid, with his mom and his dad. Back then, they'd seemed so happy. Back then, Eric was still part of a real family. When his gaze fell on a photo of Eric blowing out the candles on a birthday cake, it reminded him that his birthday was in a week. And then a desperate wish grew within him...

The next morning, Eric stood in the kitchen cleaning the dishes, while his father, Steve, sat at the table reading his newspaper. Steve drank from his coffee cup and then placed it back on the table with a loud clatter. This was Eric's signal to refill the cup. Eric took the cup and poured in more coffee. After placing it back on the table, his father put the newspaper aside for a moment to take a sip from the cup. This was Eric's opportunity.

"I hope breakfast was to your satisfaction, Sir?" Eric asked cautiously.

Steve gave him an irritated look. It was unusual for him to dare to speak to him during breakfast. But he seemed relatively relaxed.

"I think so," he replied curtly.

"I'm glad, Sir. Please allow me to make a request," Eric begged.

His heart was racing. He knew that something like that easily angered his father. Especially now that Kyle was gone to study at an elite sports university, it was even easier to arouse Steve's anger.

"What do you want from me, Cumbreath?" Steve asked in an annoyed, but thankfully not angry, voice.

"As you may recall, my birthday is in a few days. I hope I've been performing my duties around the house to your satisfaction lately. And I thought, just for this one day, we could pretend things are like they used to be. I mean, celebrate my birthday, like we're a normal family. I'll also try not to act like a faggot! I promise you, Mr. Tanner!"

Eric hardly dared to look him in the eyes. He knew there was the danger tath, he'd just earned himself a good beating. But Steve's reaction was unexpected: He started laughing. He laughed out loud. It was a contemptuous laugh, as if he'd just heard the most ridiculous speech of his life.

"My God, you're so damn naive. After all these months, you still don't get it? A faggot like you can never be part of a real family! Not even for a day! I'm not your father anymore! My son Eric died the day you came out as a faggot to me. Is this finally sinking in, Cumbreath?"

Eric trembled. He knew it had been a stupid idea from the start. But being brought back down to earth like this hurt unexpectedly badly.

"Yes, Sir, I understand," he finally replied.

"Are you sure? So, who are you?" Steve asked, his voice now a little aggressive.

"I'm E... I mean, my name is Cumbreath," Eric said.

"And am I your father?" Steve persisted.

"No, Sir, you are not my father. You are Mr. Tanner, my master, who is kind enough to let me live with him as his servant. I... I don't have a father," Eric said, his eyes moist.

"Quite true!" Steve said.

"And by the way, servant... you should clean the kitchen floor again," Steve said.

Eric looked down, but the floor was sparkling clean. A moment later, Steve picked up his coffee cup and poured the contents onto the floor. He stood up, cursing that he had lost his appetite. Eric stayed behind in the kitchen and got the cleaning supplies from the cupboard.

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In the days that followed, Eric tried not to give cause for outbursts of anger. Now that he was no longer in school but working 24/7 for Steve, he became quite efficient at cleaning and cooking. His error rate dropped. And yet, Steve came home from work one evening in a very bad mood. One wrong look from Eric was enough for him to get punched. A black eye was the result. On the morning of his birthday, Eric got up early to prepare breakfast for Steve. Almost by accident, he discovered he'd received a message on his cell phone. It was a voicemail from Kyle.

"Hey, Cumbreath, how are things going? I just thought you'd be interested in how I'm doing now as a college student. I have to say: great! There are a lot of cool guys here, and the chicks aren't bad either. Oh yeah, there are even a few faggots I can beat up. I'm telling you, life is really good here. Especially thanks to Steve's financial support. The money he originally saved for your college education lets me live a life of luxury! So, see you around! I hope you have a wonderful day!"

As humiliating as Kyle's voice message was, Eric had to admit that he missed Kyle's voice. He imagined Kyle lying in his dorm room on campus, getting a blowjob from some stupid cheerleader bitch – while some fag was writing his term paper for him in the next room. As he did so, Eric put his hand down his pants and started jerking off his stiff cock.

"What, breakfast isn't ready yet?!" Steve's voice rang out.

Eric was jolted from his thoughts and quickly pulled his hand out of his pants.

"I'm sorry, Sir. It'll only be a minute!"

"I hope so. After all, we have something to do today," Steve replied mysteriously.

"Do we, Sir?"

"Hurry up. You'll see."

A short time later, breakfast was ready. Steve ate, dropping a few details.

"You know, your passionate speech about your birthday the other day got me thinking. Of course, it's complete nonsense for someone like you to celebrate a normal birthday. But I still want to give you something. An experience you won't soon forget. And for that, we're going on a little trip," Steve explained.

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An hour later, they were already in the car. They were driving along a country road, and Steve still didn't want to reveal where they were going. It was a long drive. They arrived in a remote area where there was nothing but fields and pastures. Then Eric spotted a farm. Steve parked the car and ordered Eric out. Shortly afterwards, two people approached them from the house. One was a blonde woman, probably about Steve's age, and the other was an older, overweight man with thinning gray hair. They shook Steve and Eric's hands.

"I'm glad you made it here, Stan," the gray-haired man said to Steve.

Eric wondered why he called him Stan.

"I'm Bill and this is my daughter, Tiffany. Welcome to our farm!" Bill continued.

"Ah, aren't you a little sweetheart? What's your name?" Tiffany wanted to know, pinching Eric's cheek.

Eric thought for a moment about how to answer, but then Steve put a hand on Eric's shoulder and answered for him.

"This is my nephew, Jonas."

"Nice to meet you, Jonas. I'm really looking forward to working with you here today," said Bill, giving Eric a suspicious look.

"No offense, guys, but little Jonas seems pretty skinny. Are you sure he can handle a day's work here on our farm?" Tiffany asked worriedly.

"As I already told your father, Jonas isn't the strongest boy, but he's a quick learner and can complete tasks efficiently once shown to him. I'm sure he'll be a help to you," said Steve.

"I'm convinced he will do good," said Bill.

Tiffany took a step closer and examined Eric's black eye.

"Where did you get that from? Did you have a fight?" she wanted to know.

"Yes... something like that," Eric answered spontaneously.

"Jonas, we're clearly on the same page. We don't tolerate troublemakers here on our farm. I hope you know how to behave?" Tiffany then asked.

Eric nodded.

"Well, okay. To be honest, we're often looking for day help since we're currently short on staff. So your help is very much appreciated," said Tiffany.

"Well, then I'll leave Jonas in your care, Bill and Tiffany. I'll pick him up this evening at 10 p.m.," said Steve.

Bill confirmed, and then they said goodbye to Steve. Steve got into the car and drove off. Eric didn't know what to make of it. It was a strange sort of task that Steve had given him today. Day labor on a farm?

"Well, then I'll leave you men alone now. I have to drive to town and run some errands. Don't cause any trouble and listen to my dad, okay?"

"Yes, Ma'am," Eric answered obediently.

Tiffany and Bill said their goodbyes, and while Tiffany went back into the house to get her things, Bill wanted to show Eric the barn and explain his first task. Hesitantly, Eric followed the overweight man into the barn. The smell made Eric gasp for a moment. Bill seemed to notice. He laughed.

"So, first time on a farm, Champ?"

Eric nodded.

"Don't worry, you'll get used to the smell quickly. I promise you, you'll LOVE it here," Bill assured him.

In the distance, the sound of a car turning on its ignition.

"Guess it's just the two of us now," Bill said with a grin.

Bill gave Eric a bad feeling. The way he looked at him... Something was wrong with him. And on top of that, Eric found him really unattractive.

"Okay, so what do you want me to do, Sir?" Eric asked.

Bill showed Eric a pile of hay stacked against a wall. He then took a pitchfork and showed Eric how to move the hay from one place to another. He then handed the pitchfork to Eric, who finished the job. Bill praised him and took the pitchfork away from him. Then Eric noticed something strange. In the place where the hay had been stacked, there were strange attachments on the wall, from which metal chains hung.

"What's that?" Eric asked.

"That? You know, sometimes we have to restrain the cattle here. For exams, for example, or when we want to breed. In fact, we need that today," Bill explained.

Eric looked at the metal rings attached to the chains. They seemed much too small for ordinary farm animals.

"What kind of animal are these rings for?" he wanted to know.

"Well... you caught me," said Bill, who had come closer and picked up one of the rings from the ground, attached to one of the chains.

"These special collars aren't meant for the usual farm animals, but for young boys like you."

Before Eric's mind could register what he had just heard, it was already too late. Bill had opened the collar and placed it around Eric's neck. It made a "click" sound, and Eric was trapped. In a panic, he shook the metal collar that held him in place with a chain.

"What's that?! Take it off!" Eric cried.

"Oh, but. Your uncle actually promised me you'd be well-behaved. He even made me pay him quite the sum to have some fun with you today. So I expect you to behave, too, understand?"

"HELP! HELP!" Eric cried desperately.

Meanwhile, Bill attached more rings to Eric's wrists and ankles.

"Now stop it, boy. I said, but there are only two of us. No one can hear you."

Eric burst into tears. But there was nothing he could do. He watched in horror as Bill stacked a small pile of hay behind him and then placed a sheet over it. Then he ordered Eric to lie on his stomach on it. Eric tried to resist a little longer. He continued to scream for help and shake the chains, but then Bill pulled off his belt and hit Eric a few times. Eric cried out in pain.

"I really don't want to hurt you, kid! It would be a shame to hurt such a handsome boy like you. But you have to obey me now, is that clear?" Bill said sternly.

Eric collapsed on the haystack. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Bill arrive with a large pair of scissors and immediately begin cutting Eric's clothes open.

"Right, now we'll free you from this annoying material," said Bill contentedly.

Now Eric lay here in the barn. Completely helpless, naked, and exposed. Bill had also taken off his clothes and positioned himself behind Eric. It wasn't long before Eric felt something pressing against his anus. Eric groaned as the overweight man's cock slowly forced its way into his ass.

"Oh yeah! Your uncle didn't overpromise, that really is a nice, tight hole you have there. The tightest hole I've felt in years, oh fuck!" moaned Bill contentedly.

Eric felt nothing but disgust. Not only could he barely stand the smell of the barn, but Bill also reeked incredibly strongly of sweat.

"Tell me, boy, is it true what your uncle said, that you've never had a cock inside you?" Bill wanted to know.

Eric nodded in agreement. Bill grinned contentedly as he slowly began to make steady fucking movements.

"But surely you've had one or two objects in there before, haven't you?"

Eric nodded again. But now Bill grabbed him by the throat and squeezed hard.

"Show a little more respect and answer properly when I talk to you!" Bill demanded.

"I'm sorry... Sir... Okay... Yes, I had something stuck in my ass a few times."

Bill then let go of Eric's throat.

"It's okay. And what's been in there?"

Eric hated engaging in this disgusting form of dirty talk. But he had no choice.

"Well, things like wooden spoons, toothbrushes, bottles, or even broom sticks," Eric listed, painfully remembering the times Steve or Kyle had forced him to insert these objects rectally. He especially remembered the moment when Kyle and his friend fucked him with a broom while Steve filmed the scene.

"I understand. But none of that felt as good as good old Bill's cock, right?"

"Yes, that's right, Sir!" Eric lied.

"We don't have to be so formal, boy. You don't have to call me Sir. You know what? I have to tell you a secret: I've always wanted a son. Unfortunately, the Lord has only blessed me with daughters. But why don't you do old Bill a favor and pretend you're my son and I'm your old man?"

"What? I... I mean... sure... sounds good," Eric replied.

"Very good, son. Now be a good boy and give your daddy a kiss," Bill said, grinning.

Shortly afterward, Bill pressed his lips to Eric's. Eric was shocked, but he returned Bill's kiss as best he could. Eric had a sickening feeling in his stomach. The situation he was in was horrible. Bill was disgusting. The thought of losing his virginity and his first kiss to an old, perverted creep like Bill was troubling him. And yet, Eric was somehow aroused by the fantasy that Bill was really his father.

"You're a good kisser, son," Bill said after he had separated his lips from Eric's.

"You too, DAD," Eric replied so convincingly that it surprised even him.

"You really seem to enjoy spending time with your old dad, don't you, son?" Bill asked.

He had obviously noticed Eric's erection.

"What a nice young cock you have. It's going to have to be milked later," Bill said, gently jerking Eric's cock a few times.

But shortly after, he let go and concentrated fully on fucking Eric. A long time followed in which the barn was filled with the moans of Eric and Bill. In between, Bill kept wanting to kiss him and continue the sick role play. Eric tried to switch off inside, hoping that this nightmare would end soon.

"OH FUCK, I'M COMING INSIDE YOU NOW, SON!" Bill moaned the liberating words.

Then Bill collapsed on top of Eric and pushed him deep into the haystack. The two kissed again to finish before Bill stood up contentedly and put his clothes back on.

"That was nice father-son bonding, wasn't it? But now your dad has some work to do. Not that anyone gets suspicious tonight," said Bill.

Eric waited for Bill to come and release Eric from the metal chains, but instead Bill headed toward the exit.

"Wait... You're leaving me here like this?... Dad?" Eric asked in a panic.

"Yes, of course. You'd just would be in your dads way. I'd get the job done faster if I did it alone. Besides, I've been playing it safe ever since one of the other boys ran off. Not that I'd trust you with that, son. Don't worry, I'll hurry up and then we can continue playing together," Bill explained, and disappeared from the barn shortly afterward.

Eric sat down on the haystack again. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he realized it was far from being over.

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Eric had lost track of time. It couldn't have been that long, after all, the sunlight was still slanting through the cracks in the ceiling at full strength. But Eric didn't feel well. His throat and the joints where he was tied up ached. And he was incredibly thirsty. In the meantime, he called out to Bill a few times, wanting to ask him to bring him something to drink. But there was no response.

At some point, Eric discovered a hose lying on the ground, attached to a water tap. With a bit of luck, he might be able to reach it. Eric tried as hard as he could, stretching and using all the space the metal chains allowed, and finally… finally, with his fingers outstretched, he managed to reach the water hose and pull it towards him. He greedily brought the hose to his mouth. But nothing more than 2-3 drops of water came out. Eric hadn't considered that he would have to turn on the water tap, of course. But it was much too far away and completely out of his reach. Resigned, Eric collapsed on the haystack and closed the eyes.

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Eric didn't know how long he'd been sleeping. But when he woke up, he noticed he was wet from head to toe.

"Awake finally, sleepyhead? Sorry to wake you up so rudely with a bucket of water, but you were sleeping like a rock," said Bill.

Eric rubbed his eyes.

"Can I have something to drink, please... Dad?" he asked desperately.

Bill shook his head, slightly embarrassed.

"I know you must be thirsty and hungry, but it's essential for our next game that you're sober," said Bill mysteriously.

"What?!" Eric shook his head in disbelief.

"Our last game, father and son, was fun, but now it's time for another game. Namely, cow and vet," said Bill, smiling.

"You're the cow, Betsy, and I'm the vet. And as luck would have it, a thorough examination is now required," Bill explained.

Eric broke out in a cold sweat. No, why on earth? Why had Steve brought him to this horror scene? Only now did Eric notice that Bill had changed his clothes and was wearing an apron and a lab coat.

"So, before we really get started, there's one small detail missing," Bill said.

He reached into a suitcase he had next to him and pulled out a small yellow tag that appeared to have a number on it. He also took out a strange device that Eric couldn't identify and approached him. Before Eric knew it, he felt a terrible pain in his ear. Bill had just stapled the tag to his ear! Bill tried to calm him down, saying it wasn't serious and that it was only bleeding a little. After Bill had dabbed up the blood with a cloth, he picked up the hose.

"First, we need to clean you thoroughly. Stand against the wall."

Eric stood up, trembling. The pain in his ear had indeed almost disappeared. But then he was startled when Bill, without warning, turned on the water hose and sprayed him from head to toe with a hard, cold jet.

"Oh, please, please stop!" Eric begged.

But Bill had no mercy. He continued the procedure undeterred. He also scolded Eric.

"Now, don't be a spoilsport. You're a cow, and cows don't talk!"

At some point, Bill seemed satisfied and ordered Eric to lie down on the haystack again, this time on his back. Bill stroked Eric.

"You're a brave little cow. Now we'll clean you inside."

Bill took a stool and sat in front of Eric. Then he put on gloves, sprinkled his fingers with a liquid, and began penetrating Eric's hole with first one, then two fingers.

"Your hole is amazingly stretched, Betsy. It looks like a bull just recently inseminated you. That's not good. That's not good at all... You're still a little too young to bear offspring. We really need to wash you out thoroughly," Bill said worriedly.

Eric groaned as Bill added a third finger to penetrate his hole.

"Hey, didn't I say you were playing cow? Do cows make noises like that? If you don't try harder, I'll have to get the belt again!" Bill cursed angrily.

Eric shivered and transformed his normal moan into the "moo" sound of a cow.

"That's good," Bill said contentedly.

Then he pulled his fingers out of Eric's hole. He then reached for the water hose lying on the floor and placed the opening right over Eric's anus.

"MOOH!" Eric groaned as Bill pushed the hose several centimeters into Eric's hole.

"I know you're a good girl, Betsy..." Bill said, patting Eric's head.

Shortly afterward, he went to the faucet and turned on the valve. Eric waited in panic for the water to arrive in his hole. He shook all over for a moment as he felt the water slowly but steadily flooding his hole. Bill had stood next to him and was stroking Eric's stomach. It was a very strange feeling as Eric felt himself getting "fuller" and fuller. And before it started to hurt, Bill went to the faucet and turned off the valve. Back at Eric's, he pulled the hose out abruptly. Eric jumped. Bill ordered Eric to hold the water inside him for a few more minutes.

"That's it. Good girl. Now push. Push it out."

Eric strained, trying to squeeze all the water out. At first, only two small spurts came out. But then, with a good amount of force, he squirted the water out of his hole.

"Very good, Betsy! I'm really proud of you!"

Eric felt exhausted but relieved.

"But we can't take any risks. There can't be any semen left behind. So we'll have to repeat the procedure a few more times," Bill said.

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Bill had forced Eric to go through the process four more times. Eric felt really exhausted afterward. As if he'd been exercising all day. But Bill's game had only just begun.

Next, Bill said it was time for a urine sample. Eric wondered how exactly it would work, but Bill had determined a precise method. From his suitcase, he took a thin, transparent tube with a bag attached. Eric already suspected it, and his suspicion quickly proved correct: it was a catheter. Bill jerked Eric's penis until it was semi-erect and then attached the tube, which he had previously rubbed well with a lubricant. It hurt. It hurt a lot. Eric gritted his teeth and tried hard not to scream. Drenched in sweat, Eric watched as Bill pushed the tube deeper and deeper into his urethra. And finally, the time came, and a yellow fluid seeped down the tube and collected in the bag.

Satisfied, Bill took the bag off and commented on what a brave cow Betsy was. The moment Bill removed the tube was no less painful, but at least it went faster than going the other way. Bill put the urine bag in his suitcase and jotted something down on a clipboard. Then he turned back to Eric.

"So, you're clean now, and we've collected your urine. Now the main part of the examination can begin," Bill announced.

Bill then put on new gloves. This time ones that reached up to his elbows. Like before, he placed his fingers at Eric's hole again and pushed them in.

"MOHHHH!" Eric groaned as Bill forced a fourth finger in.

Over the next agonizing minutes, Bill continued to stretch Eric's hole. He also lubricated it with a white cream. Eric felt like he had a fever as Bill sank his fist into Eric up to his wrist. Eric was glad to be so lacking in energy that he didn't seem to really notice most of Bill's fisting treatment.

"Yes, that feels very healthy. You're lucky, Betsy," Bill commented.

Only when he abruptly removed his arm—by now almost his entire forearm was inside Eric—did Eric feel the pain of the treatment again. Bill became even more ruthless, repeatedly plunging his fist into Eric, only to pull it out again shortly afterwards.

"Very good. Very good," said Bill, taking a small mirror from his suitcase and holding it in front of Eric's used hole so Eric could see it for himself. He was shocked by what he saw in the mirror. Where his small, narrow anus once was, there was now a large, red hole. Bill had opened him up in the truest sense of the word.

"And because you were so good, I saved the most enjoyable part of the examination until last. The milking," Bill announced.

While he plunged his right fist back into Eric's hole, he began to jerk Eric's cock with his other hand. He was rough, and it hurt more than it pleased him, but despite this, an incredible feeling of pleasure suddenly spread through Eric.

"OHHH! OH GOD! OH MY GOD!" Eric moaned in delight.

Bill took his fist out of Eric's hole and grabbed a cup he had prepared. He placed the cup on Eric's cock and continued wiping. Just seconds later, Eric squirted his cum into the cup.

"YES! That's good! That feels great, doesn't it?" Bill commented.

But even after Eric's orgasm had largely subsided, Bill continued to jerk off. Eric grimaced in pain.

"I know this isn't very pleasant, but I have to make sure not a single drop stays inside. Milk from young cows is very valuable."

Only when tears streamed down Eric's face again did Bill stop. He packed up most of his equipment. Satisfied, he sat down on his stool and pulled out a can of beer, which he opened and immediately took a long gulp from.

"AHHH! There's nothing better than a nice cold beer after a hard day's work," he said.

Eric, whose thirst was now taking over again, looked longingly at the can.

"You want some?"

Eric nodded.

Bill stood up and stood in front of Eric. He opened his pants and took out his erect cock. Then he dripped some beer onto it.

"Well, lick it up!" said Bill.

Without hesitation, Eric greedily licked every drop from Bill's cock. Bill was so amused that he kept pouring more.

"You really have a healthy thirst, my boy!" laughed Bill.

"I'll tell you what, if you finish sucking me right here, you can have the rest of the can."

Eric was dazed by the prospect of finally getting something to drink, even if it was beer. He immediately started sucking Bill's cock like he was born to do it.

"WOW, boy! You're so greedy! OH!" he moaned.

It didn't take long before Bill released his warm cum into Eric's mouth. Then Bill kept his promise and put the beer can to Eric's lips. He gently tilted it so Eric could greedily drink it. Eric felt slightly dizzy and lay down on the haystack.

"Man, I'm suddenly... so tired and... weak..." Eric stammered.

"Well, that's no coincidence. While you were sucking my cock so greedily, I took the liberty of putting the content of some sleeping pills in the can."

"What? But... but..." Eric said before his eyelids closed.

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Eric's head was pounding. He had a terrible headache when his senses came back to him. He looked around, confused. He was in a room. Lying on a sofa, a washcloth on his forehead.

"Oh, you're awake? I'm so relieved," said a woman's voice.

"Where am I?"

"Oh, you're in our house. Dad brought you here after you collapsed. I guess the work was a bit too strenuous for you," Tiffany said worriedly.

Eric's memories were flooded with the gruesome "games" Bill had played with him in the barn. Then Eric looked down at himself. He wasn't naked, but he was wearing clothes. They were old clothes that were a little too big for him, but they were clean.

"We gave you some of Dad's old clothes since you ruined yours working. No problem, you can keep them for the ride home," Tiffany said kindly.

The ride home? Exactly! Luckily, it was over. It was already dark outside. A clock hanging on the wall showed 10:20 p.m.

"Is my dad... um, is my uncle here yet?" Eric wanted to know.

"Yeah, he and your cousin are downstairs in the kitchen talking to Dad. I'll let them know you're awake," Tiffany said, disappearing from the room.

Which cousin? Eric wondered. But shortly after, he got the answer: Steve and Kyle came into the room.

"Hey, I always tell you to work out more, cousin!" Klye said in greeting.

"Yeah... I guess you're right," Eric replied.

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After everyone said their goodbyes, Steve, Kyle, and Eric got into the car. They hadn't been driving long when Eric couldn't keep his questions to himself any longer.

"Is what this Bill guy said true? Did he give you money to use me? Did you sell me as a sex slave?"

"Hey, what a disrespectful tone!" Kyle remarked.

"It's okay, Kyle. Just let me take care of this. Short answer: Yes. I met him online, and he paid good money for you. You'd be surprised how many freaks like him there are out there. But don't worry, you'll meet some more, Cumbreath," Steve said coldly.

Eric couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"You can't be serious? You want to do this again?" Eric asked incredulously.

"Of course. I was going to wait a bit, but since it's your birthday and all, I wanted to give you this special experience. This, Cumbreath, was a taste of what the rest of your life will be like. The life you chose the day you decided to be a faggot."

Eric was lost for words.

"Now you're speechless, huh? And don't pretend you didn't enjoy it too. I saw the video footage the hidden camera took in the barn. What turned you on more? When you pretended that pervert was your father or when you pretended to be a fucking cow?" Steve wanted to know.

Eric was silent.

"But man, that Bill guy gave me goosebumps. He's really a sick freak," Kyle said after a moment of silence.

"Yeah, that's also why the police will get some anonymous evidence as soon as we get back home that will put that bastard behind bars," Steve replied.

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When they got back, Eric actually wanted to get straight to work on the chores that had been left behind. But Steve stopped him. Steve ordered Eric to go to his room. Shortly afterward, he appeared there with Kyle. He handed Eric a DVD.

"Here are the recordings from today. I want you to watch them on repeat all night. And if you look at your phone, you'll see that I sent you a voice message. You put on your headphones right now and listen to the message on repeat while you watch the video recordings. You're going to jerk off to this, also all night long. I don't care if or how many times you cum. The main thing is that you sit here like this all night. Got it?" Steve said seriously.

"I understand, Mr. Tanner."

"Happy Birthday Cumbreath!" Steve said ironically.

Just as Eric was about to turn around, Kyle stopped him again.

"Of course I have another present for you. Here!" said Kyle, unexpectedly swinging and punching Eric in the face.

Eric collapsed to the floor.

"I thought a second black eye would suit you and go perfectly with the other one. Good night, faggot!" said Kyle, then left the room laughing with Steve.

Eric pulled himself together and immediately prepared everything to comply with Steve's instructions. A short time later, he was sitting in front of the screen, wearing headphones, and started the video recording. Although the memories were still quite fresh, it was shocking to relive what had happened today on that accursed farm. Then Eric played Steve's voicemail.

"Hey Cumbreath! I'm recording this message a few days before your birthday. You probably remember how you gave me that shitty speech this morning about celebrating your birthday. If you're listening to this and everything went as planned, then you're home after some old perv raped you. You're wondering why I did this to you. I'm sure I've already given you a partial answer, namely to give you a taste of what the rest of your life will be like, but that wasn't the main reason. The main reason is quite simple: I hate you. I hate you so much it's almost tearing me apart inside. I hate you for taking my son away from me. I hate you for being so weak and pathetic. I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night and have the urge to come into your room, put my hands around your throat, and squeeze until your miserable existence is over. And you know what the worst part is? If you woke up, you wouldn't even fight back. Because you're too weak. God, damn it, I hate you! You have no idea how close I've been to turning my thoughts into reality so many times. From now on, you'll go to bed every night with the thought that I could suddenly be standing next to you to finish you. How does that feel for you? Oh, I know, you're probably busy jerking off right now, just like I ordered. You're pathetic."

Eric looked down at himself and jerked his cock furiously. The death threats Steve had given him in that voice message made him incredibly horny. His father was right in everything he said. He was pathetic, weak, wretched. Unworthy of his existence. And just as he imagined his father's strong hands squeezing his throat, he came for the first time that night. The first of many times. And Eric hated himself for it.

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Steve turned off his alarm and stretched. He briefly considered whether to take care of his morning erection, but he had to go to the office today, where a full schedule awaited him. So he immediately took a shower. Then he grabbed his clothes, which Cumbreath had ironed and laid out the night before, as usual. Everything seemed to be as usual, but when Steve entered the kitchen, he immediately noticed something was different. There was no newspaper on his table. There was no smell of coffee. There was no sign of a prepared breakfast. Of all days, when he had so much to do, Cumbreath seemed to have neglected his duties. Steve clenched his fists angrily.

"I swear, if that damn faggot is still in bed asleep, I'll beat the shit out of him!" Steve said to himself.

Steve flung open the door to Cumbreath's room. His bed was empty. But Cumbreath was there. He was sitting in front of his bed with his head bowed.

"Where the hell is my breakfast?! What are you doing on the floor?!" Steve demanded.

No answer.

"I asked you something!"

Still no answer.

Steve approached Cumbreath, finally grabbing him by the collar. He seemed to be fast asleep. No matter how hard Steve shook him, he didn't wake up. When Steve let go, he slumped to the floor. Something wasn't right. Suddenly, Steve noticed that several pill boxes were lying not far from Cumbreath. They were empty. It didn't take long for Steve to realize: he had killed himself.

"So you really did it. You ended your miserable existence," Steve said to the lifeless body before him.

For a moment, Steve wondered if he had overdone it a week ago. The whole thing with Cumbreath's birthday had been pretty rough. But then Steve dismissed the thought. No, it wasn't his fault that the faggot was too weak to bear the truth and the life that lay ahead of him. It was just further, one final, proof of how pathetic he was.

Looking around more closely, Steve saw that Cumbreath had a letter in his hand. Steve took it and began reading.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Tanner. I'm sorry I couldn't be a son to you. My life was worthless. I hope you can forget me quickly and live a happy life from now on without having to worry about a disappointment like me. Goodbye."

Steve lay down on Cumbreath's bed and read the lines several times. While he was doing this, he unzipped his pants, took out his massive cock, and began to jerk himself off. A rush of adrenaline ran through Steve's body as he looked down at the faggot's dead body and brought himself to climax.

Steve realized he had to call the police. There would be questions. It would be a hassle... Yes, the faggot was bothering him even in death. But first, he went to the office. After all, he had a full schedule. He would just pretend he hadn't discovered Cumbreath's body until this evening.

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EPILOGUE

"Come in!" said Chief Stone when there was a knock on his office door.

Officer Wood came in, holding a case file.

"Good morning, Chief. I'm bringing you the file for the Eric Tanner case. The case can now be closed," Woods explained.

"Eric Tanner. The young homosexual who died of an overdose?" asked the Chief.

"Exactly. We've spoken to several witnesses close to him, and there's no indication of murder or manslaughter."

"Thank you, put the file here for me."

After Woods left the room, Chief Stone flipped through the file and skimmed through the interviews:

-Excerpt from the interview with Kyle Barker, College Student (19):

"Yeah, I was really shocked. I mean, he was one of my best friends. But I knew his obsession would take its toll."

"What kind of obsession?"

"Well, with drugs. I begged him to stop. I told him it was dangerous, but apparently he continued experimenting with drugs. If only I'd kept a closer eye on him... But now that I'm in college and so far away from him... it's been difficult to look after him."

-Excerpt from the interview with James Kim, Teacher (37):

"Yes, it's true, I was his teacher while he was in high school."

"We were told you had a trusting relationship? Did you know anything about his drug experiments?"

"Yes, he confided in me. I encouraged his artistic talent. You know, he didn't always have it easy here at school. You know, being openly gay is unfortunately still often a reason for other kids to attack someone. But luckily, there was Kyle Barker, who took good care of him. And of course, his father, Steven Tanner. I had the pleasure of meeting him, and I can assure you, Mr. Tanner was a very caring father. There was no indication to me that Eric needed to resort to mind-altering substances. It must have been bothering him that he was rejected by all the colleges he applied to."

-Excerpt from the interview with Steven Tanner, DH in a energy company (40):

"I really blame myself for spending so much time at work. Believe me, I did everything I could to support Eric... I assured him he could stay at home until he found a college he liked. I tried to make his life as carefree as possible. But somehow, I didn't seem to have reached him emotionally anymore. Until he finally took refuge in drugs..."

Chief Stone turned to the last page and signed his name. He yawned. It was a story he'd seen all too often in his career. Some drug-addicted homosexual kid goes overboard and then reaps the consequences. Stone put the file down. He took a sip of coffee.

"So what do we have next?"

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"I really like what you've done with the room, Steve," said Kyle, looking around Eric's former room, which had now been converted into a home gym.

"Yeah, I'm glad the room finally has a real use," Steve agreed.

"But you know, there's one thing that sucks now that the faggot's passed away," Steve added.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, and that's that no one's here to do the chores anymore," Steve explained.

Kyle laughed.

"Well, you could start dating and get a girlfriend," Kyle suggested.

"I like that idea, son!" said Steve, taking a swig from his beer bottle.

THE END

Eric's story is over, but Steve and Kyle's story continues in "The Joy of having a Fag Son"