Passing Down Hierarchy Through Generations
Every so often I receive a story so shocking and outrageous that I’m unsure of its honesty. I have to make editorial decisions on the fly, especially since I don’t currently have a way to validate the source as I traditionally do. What I’m about to publish was actually sent to me in an abbreviated form through Questions From Readers, and it involved an Alpha father cunting his faggot son in front of his Alpha grandsons in order to teach them how to enforce Masculine order. When I explained I didn’t have enough context to this story, the write returned with additional material to provide some background.
Either way, it seems impossible and almost frightening (and I’m rarely shocked). I’m going to reproduce the story with a strong warning that I’m not sure if it’s true (and I don’t publish fiction). However, since the story very much resembles the true story of God Alpha Dino teaching his sons about the uses of faggots, I’m reluctantly publishing.
Here goes nothing:
The more I wrote the below the more remembered, and it is sort of story-ish as I kept thinking of stages that seem important.
I don’t think that my dad has ever used the word hierarchy, but he believes in Alpha Men and on down with men finding their place. Apparently he’s long seen me as a sub and came to see my youngest son as like him and trainable. Much of our role reversals were instigated through my dad. A good thing, really.
I have three sons that share a room. When they were 13, 11, and nine the oldest discovered jerking off. Eventually my wife and I could hear them doing it all the time. Just boys. We thought it pretty cute.
When the oldest boy was 15 he started coming down to the kitchen in the morning naked, eat his cereal. The wife and I made little comments such as “looking good” and “you’re not wearing that to school.” We didn’t mind. Boys being boys. In a couple of days his brother joined him in being naked. It didn’t take long before they were generally naked at home. The only rule was that they had wash their asses and generally sit on a towel.
After a couple of weeks, I came into the Living Room, the boys were naked as usual watching TV with the wife in her chair. The youngest, now 11, told me to take off my clothes. No fair that I wasn’t. I thought it funny and ignored him. The other two boys agreed. My youngest son insisted, basically ordered me to. My wife agreed. I took off my clothes. Kind of weird, but also felt right.
My youngest son would tell me strip whenever I came in from work or wherever. Pretty bossy, but I did it. My wife was fine with it.
My dad, both my folks, have always dropped by to hang out. My dad dropped by pretty often. [Side note: I work for him in his company.] My dad is pretty alpha, always the boss man. My mom is no wallflower but is a competent capable woman. All she said when she saw that I’d joined the boys being bare was to comment that I’d grown since she’d last seen me naked.
Dad sort of took control. As always he claimed my chair as his and at meals always sat at the head of the table. He had always sort of ordered my sons around, like to get him a drink, or to do a chore. Now things changed. He would tell me what to do, smack my bottom, rub my hair, do chores, get food and drink. My youngest son became his new best buddy, more like a lieutenant. The kid got bossier.
He had been getting more aggressive and bossy with his brothers, too. But they wouldn’t put up with it. The oldest boy is very athletic, fit, masculine, team leader. Great guy. He was amused when his littlest brother touched him, told him to do things, to play with himself. He wouldn’t, laughed at his brother and good naturedly ignored him.
The middle boy would just tell him to knock it off.
The youngest started getting aggressive with me, especially when my dad was around. He’d tell me to sit on the floor, to get him a soda or chips. Then one day he told me to show him what I looked like hard. He’d seen his brothers of course in their jackoff times. I said, no. Then my dad said, “show him. It’s good for him to see what a man looks like.” So I did it. I don’t know why but I didn’t really think about. I was told to cum on the coffee table and I did. My youngest son tasted it, and then told me to eat it up. My dad told me to lick it up, so I did. My wife saw this and didn’t seem to mind.
My wife traveled a lot. After a few months she took a 6month assignment out of town.
Dad was over a lot. Much of the time the two older boys were out doing sports, hanging out with friends, etc. So it was my dad, youngest so and me.
Dad began to direct me, boss me around, and to direct my youngest son in how to be a dominant.
I liked it.
My dad brought clippers and he and my youngest son buzzed off all of my body hair. Pubes first. “Only real men have pubic hair,” he told my son, as if I wasn’t there.
My youngest son became fixated on asses. His brothers and mine, but they ignored him.
He liked to spank me. Either over his lap or over the ottoman. He liked patting it and rubbing it, eventually he became fixated on my hole. One day it escalated. He had my son sit next to him on the sofa and told me to lay across their laps. My dad told me to pull my cheeks apart. He began to tell my son about a sub’s hole. (This was the first time that I was referred to as a sub.) He told my son that a sub’s natural sexual site was his hole, his cunt – like a woman’s cunt, but better. Dad lightly rubbed my hole, spit on it and had my son do it. He told my son to push a finger in and to feel around. Then a second, then a third. And then my dad’s thicker and longer finger joined him. “See how it’s opening up? Can you feel it inside opening up?” They played with it for a while. My dad was able to go in further and stroke my prostate which was my first time.
For a few days into weeks he showed my son how to milk my prostate. How to open it further with toys that dad bought and brought over.
Dad also had me me suck my three sons to completion, though the youngest produced nothing. The oldest was happy to get blown. The middle, too, but moreso seemed indifferent. My youngest though was becoming increasingly bossy and demanding.
My dick was ignored and my youngest son ordered me to ignore it. My dad agreed.
My dad also became more dominant with me. He treated me well at work but also had a home office set up for me at home. Also, he took over the master bedroom, my youngest took over the guest bedroom and I sleep now in my youngest son’s dinosaur kid bed.
Also, my dad was always clothed. I never was. The boys wore whatever they wanted, naked to shorts or sweats or school clothes.
One day my dad was over, as usual. Dad brought dinner, and while he and the boys were eating he told me to douche out my “cunt”, which I had been doing as soon as I came home every day after work.
Dad told me to go to the master bed, lay down a beach towel at the side. He told me to wait there for them. I heard him tell the boys to strip down and to come to the master bedroom, he had something to teach them. He came, and stripped. I had seen him naked at the gym and after golf. He is pretty well hung. Bigger than me. My two older sons were bigger than me.
He had me lay back, with my legs over the side, my ass right at the edge. He had son #1 to get on one side and #2 on my other and to lift my legs and pull them back. He had all three boys finger my hole, push lube in, push in deeper and to work it open. He told them that is is how you get a cunt ready to be fucked. I’ve never been fucked before, but fingered a lot in the last few weeks and my youngest and oldest sons have been working dildos and plugs in and out.
While explaining how to ready a son we was slowly greasing up his cock. Then he shoved in with one shove.
It hurt like hell. It burned and stung and really hurt. My Dad told my sons to keep my legs up and back and to hold me down.
“You need to fuck the man out of a male that you’re going to fuck. Subs need it. We’re all men here, except this bitch here. Subs need to have the man fucked out of them. Deep and hard, fuck the man out. You need to permanently turn them into fags.”
He pounded me. At some point my mind went blank, and everything narrowed down. At some point the only thing I was aware of was his cock hammering in and out. Afterwards they told me that I had cum three times and that they fed me my cum. I don’t remember.
I’ve seen pics that my dad took of my red and sore puffy cunt lips.
Since then my Dad has taken over completely the running of my house and raising my sons. He has taken over the finances. He goes to school conferences, meets with the coaches and goes to the games. Helps with homework. All the while he is training my youngest son to be am Alpha, a Dominant, a Leader. Same with the other sons, but mostly with him.
I work from home most days and go into the office a couple of times a month. My wife permanently relocated to the East Coast (We’re in the Pacific Northwest)
I know that I should be bothered by this, and at times I do wonder. But each step seemed normal and I easily submitted. I’m comfortable being naked all day most days. I really do like being fucked and sucking and rimming. I really like cleaning and serving and the changed dynamic at home. It feels right and my boys seem to like have a live-in obedient fag. And they like my dad as the boss.
So … what do you think?
If true, I’m somewhat horrified by the entire thing. I mean, it sounds like everyone is accepting their roles and the sons are being taught properly, but it seems awfully haphazard. Cunting a father in front of his sons could be potentially scarring to them (depending on their internal makeup).
I fully recognize the Alpha/son dynamic in hierarchical terms, and I also completely accept Alphas fucking faggots within the family. But there’s another layer to this account that seems to cross a line. Do you feel that way?
I wish nothing but the best for everyone involved. I’d like updates just to make sure that everyone is okay!
