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Tyler was sitting at his computer, which was the safe bet for where you could find him when he wasn't working his job as a pizza boy. Not that he minded his job, low effort, low stakes, just tossing dough, making some decent tips, could hook a friend up every now and again. Pretty solid gig, helped him get out of his funk after he dropped out of university. Maybe he'd try and go back to class but as it was, he didn't see any reason to hurry back.

"Hey buddy, I'm headed out to the store, want anything?" Dan asked, poking his head through the basement door.

"Ah nah, I'm good, maybe another energy drink if it's not too much trouble I guess." Tyler shot back, quickly returning to his game.

Daniel didn't really mind when his son had moved back in. Sure he was a little disappointed, but he also knew it was for the best, and he was glad his son trusted him enough to ask for help when needed. Besides, his other three kids rarely visited anymore, busy with work and starting families of their own. With the wife out on a business trip for a whole month, it was honestly nice to have someone to share the house with. He whistled and spun his keys around his claw, tail flicking gently side to side.

The store was the same as usual, picking up some frozen pizzas and a few cans of mawnster. On the way home he stopped by his work to see if any of his buddies were up to something fun. He was a chemist with a large R&D company and during the weekends it was common for people to come in to do little passion projects, granted the company approved of course. He didn't see any familiar faces as he entered the building, but there were a few furs in suits and sunglasses near the reception desk. He wasn't surprised, the building itself was huge, and although it was off the record, they would conduct a good majority of their research and development for the government. He reached to his pocket to flash his ID card but the doberman raised his paw, cutting him off.

"Dan is it? One of your coworkers mentioned you'd probably be around, called you a bit of a workaholic." Dan opened his mouth but the doberman continued. "Said you'd be interested in trying out one of his pet projects, said it'd be right up your alley. He said compensation would be involved too."

Dan was sold, he didn't know which of his coworkers were involved, nor did he care much for the money, but he loved helping people test out their inventions, it was the best part of his job.

He was escorted into the elevator by the two suits, followed closely by the doberman. He figured most people would be intimidated by this sort of environment, but he was well used to it by now. Down, down, down and down still, he didn't even realize the elevator went down this low, and he began tapping his foot anxiously, feeling the elevator getting just a little more cramped with each passing moment. Finally the ding cut through the air and the doors slid open into a white sterile room.

"So you never mentioned what was being tested..." Dan put out, hoping to get rid of the awkward feeling permeating the room.

"Oh yeah, it's a little temperature checker, said it could help detect oncoming fevers seconds after a potential contact. Revolutionary to the health industry, yada yada, yo know the spiel inventors give." The doberman was rolling his eyes, already fiddling around with the small temperature gun in his paw, turning one dial this way, another one a different way. Dan was hanging onto every word, sure it might sound boring to the doberman, but to the wolf, it was riveting, if it could detect an illness based on such a small integer, it really would be revolutionary!

The gun was ready, the doberman started smiling for some reason, maybe he was excited? Dan was almost bristling with energy, the gun was raised and pointed at his temple, the trigger pulled, Dan saw a light coming out of it, he waited a second. Then another, and another, nothing. He figured it wasn't going to be anything crazy, it was just checking his temperature, but he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, and he didn't know why, but slightly irritated.

"What's my temp, doc?" He said with a light sneer.

"You're all good, everything checks out." The doberman was full on smiling now, it pissed Dan off.

"Yeah whatever, you said there was money?"

He got his money from the front desk, the doberman waved goodbye and Dan got into his car, slamming the door harder than usual, he looked over at the seat next to him, half dethawed pizza and the energy drinks he picked up for his deadbeat son. He grabbed one of the cans and popped the top, taking a sip, he almost spat it out from how sweet it was, he'd need to pick up some real drinks on the way home. He finished the can off, grimacing as he crushed the can in his paw, throwing it down onto the passenger floor. By the time he got home he had a full case of beer and a quarter dozen cans of mawnster littering the floor.

Tyler heard the door open, then slam, through his headphones. His ears perked up. Usually his dad never slammed the door, always whinging about how it would wear the hinges out. Maybe something got on his nerves, one time he heard his dad swear under his breath when someone had cut them off in traffic. He debated going upstairs to see if there was anything wrong, but he was also killing it in the game he was playing, plus, it was ranked, and he was pretty proud of how high he had been able to climb recently. He kept playing.

"BOY!" He heard his father's voice shouting, but that couldn't be right. His father never yelled at him, let alone called him boy, it was always buddy, son or just straight up Tyler in the most dire circumstances.

"Bro was that your dad?" One of the voices in his headset questioned.

"Yeah, not sure. Don't rotate, focus up!" Tyler responded, quickly turning his head back to his game.

It was less than ten minutes when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. He couldn't explain why he felt dread mounting in his chest, but he couldn't turn around. He was about to clutch up and his team needed this win, still he shuddered feeling his father standing behind him, loudly cracking a can of something.

"Hey, fucking loser, when I call you, you come runnin', got it?" Dan roughly pulled off the headset and dropped it carelessly to the floor. Tyler never got the chance to clutch.

"S-sorry dad, just one second..." He tried to hit his mute button as he could still hear idle chit chat and laughing rising from his headset, at least it wasn't broken. A paw gripped his shoulder and spun him around in his gaming chair.

"I call, you run. Your ears broken or something?"

"Is that beer? What the hell dad, you never drink?"

"Do now."

He could hear the hooting and hollering coming from his headset.

"Damn Ty's getting an earful!"

"He deserves it for fucking up that last game..."

"Should we really be listening to this? Sounds intense..."

The never-ending chorus of voices died when Dan loudly cleared his throat and proclaimed.

"Looks like someone needs to be taught a fucking lesson."

"Wha-what do you mean dad? You, you're kinda scaring me now..."

"Shaddup"

Tyler tried to respond when he felt a rough paw gripping his ear tight enough to cause him to yelp. The next thing he got was a face full of ballsack, it had taken him this long to realize his father wasn't even wearing clothes at this point. The weak struggling not doing much, he fought for a pawhold on his father's thigh.

"That's right, breath deep boy. Get a real man's smell in your nose."

Tyler closed his eyes, it was wrong, this was all so wrong, and yet... He obeyed the order, stopping the struggle, taking in a deep breath of his father's balls, even going to give them a soft lick. Sweaty, and the smell was making his head swim, it was so wrong, was he getting turned on? His dad was almost satisfied, almost. He gave an approving nod before twisting his son's ear.

"I didn't say stop..."

Tyler gave one, two, three more soft laps, before he let himself go, getting lost in the feeling of being treated like this, needing the taste of his father's sweat in his mouth, he licked until the taste slowly melted away on his tongue, leaving him disappointed. Then he saw it, the red tip of his dad's dick. No, the licking was already too far, there was no way. He didn't realize he was already slipping his tongue in and out of the sheath as his conflicted mind argued with itself. Tyler's body didn't care, it knew it wanted more.

Dan finished the can he was drinking, he was almost satisfied at how quick his son had turned bitch, he always figured that they were always asking for this to happen, he wondered why he hadn't done this any sooner. Tyler was lightly moaning, taking the dick, in and out of his mouth, drooling around it, getting it slicker with each rough thrust his father made, coating it, sucking it for all it was worth. The taste of pre was ten times better than the sweat, the moans were only broken up by the occasional gag as his father pushed a little too deep. Thankfully he was at least given a moment to recover after that, but a sharp twist of his ear always reminded him that he had to work. Off in the far distance, through all the haze, he heard voices that weren't his father's.

"No, fucking, way dude!"

"This isn't real, he's trolling us."

"Seems real enough to me, should someone do something to help? Can we help?"

"Sounds like he doesn't want help..."

His face burned red, his father picked up the now buzzing headset.

"Just shut the fuck up and watch what I do to your friend, you're all so pathetic, probably the most action you've seen in years..." he growled into the mic as he fumbled with the mouse of his son's computer, before finding the window he was looking for, he clicked it open, then clicked on the camera icon.

The light in the webcam lit up, the voices went silent again. They all watched as Tyler's tightly gripped ears were bobbed back and forth, giving them the scene they were all picturing in their heads. They couldn't see everything due to the angle, but the noises of wet slapping and sucking made it all too obvious. Most of them reached down to help their now pitching tents free, muting their mic and watching the show in a mix of horror, and arousal.

Tyler was glad, so glad he was facing away from the camera, even if everyone knew it was him, somehow them seeing his face as he choked down his dad's dick would be even worse. His face flushed red, still so conflicted. His dad wasn't, gripping the back of his son's head, he roughly thrust until his tip poked the back of their throat, knot knocking against their lips. He came.

Tyler tried to choke it down, but the force of the cum in the back of his throat made him choke out, weakly sputtering around the dick still in his maw, cum dripping from the sides of his face,down onto the floor below. That pissed Dan off, no way would his loser son waste his seed like that, waiting till the pathetic mess finished cleaning him off, before roughly pulling him off and pointing at the cum covered floor.

"Lick."

Tyler paused for a moment, but he leaned down, throat sore and raspy from the treatment, he tongue cleaned the floor of the cum. He didn't want to waste a drop either.

"Things are gonna change around here boy, less playing around with your friends, you gotta earn that now. And you losers..." He sneered at the camera. "Next time the show ain't free, better get the cards ready..."

His son was almost recovered when he pressed on. "No more calling me anything other than sir, unless I tell you otherwise, got it boy?"

"Y-yes Dan, I mean dad, I mean sir..." Tyler weakly coughed, trying to get the last remnant of splooge from his lungs as he reached a paw up to weakly disconnect from the vc he was in. He could deal with that aftermath later. The last thing his friends saw of him that night was his red eyes, tear-stained cheeks, and shaky smile, bits of cum drying on his cheek.

"Now go get me some more beer, I ran out already. You're going to start needing to pay to live under my roof..."

"I already pay rent..."

"I said to do something boy!"

"Y-yes sir..."

Tyler left, Dan sat down in his chair, naked, sweating lightly, covering the chair in it, getting his scent deep in it. He couldn't wait to try his son's ass.

The next morning, Dan woke up. The last thing he remembered was all hazy, but the dream he had was odd, he couldn't possibly do that to his son could he? But the pre-stained sheets gave away his intention. He had never really thought about being with another man before, let alone his son, but he couldn't deny his raging erection.

Tyler was almost disappointed by the greeting he had been given by his father, slowly, pieces started falling into place. He quickly said he was going to the store, but he had another destination in mind.

The doberman smelled the kid before they even saw him come in the door, stale cum permeating his nose. He winced when he saw them tearing into the building's lobby.

"Did you do something to my dad yesterday?" Tyler demanded.

Yeah, yeah the doberman did. He didn't know why his employer was asking him to go around shooting people with a gun that implanted and unlocked all sorts of homoerotic desires, but his job wasn't to ask questions either. Besides he wouldn't admit it to most people, but to his close friends he'd brag about how much he loved watching it unfold. This was the first secondhand son fucking he heard of though.

"What if I did?" He asked with a dismissive shrug.

"Do it again..."

The Doberman grinned; this guy was fucked up.

"You want a job kid?"