Ancient Wolf
Chapter One
As I lie down on the ice cold floor of my room, weeping myself to sleep, I can't help but to feel despair. Why is fate so cruel to me when I've done nothing wrong to deserve the life that I'm living in now? If this is all but a nightmare, I wish I can wake up soon.
My biological parents were of Asian heritage. They migrated to the states planning to set up a Chinese restaurant chain. I was born in New York in November 1996. In less than 8 years after I was born, business was great and just when they were planning on expansion when things went awfully wrong. As they were driving back home one night, a cargo truck rammed into the sides of the car and my parents were said to have died on the spot. Miraculously, I survived and was quickly adopted by 2 kind-hearted souls.
My adoptive parents, Karen and Dave Hackbart, are not wealthy but they have a big heart. Since then I've taken their surname- my name, Justin Hackbart. I can still vaguely remember when Dave carried me in his arms while Karen showered me with kisses. But all good times seemed to have a need to end quickly in my case.
I must have been a living curse, for 3 years later my mum (Karen) died due to breast cancer and since then my life has been a living nightmare.
Dad (Dave) works in a construction company and is usually home late in the evening after drinking with his buds. Being appreciative that my dad has not disowned me, compelled me to try my best to take care of him. In the morning, I would prepare his lunch box, coffee and breakfast before he wakes up. After he is done, I will clean up before I go to school.
Night after night, dad would come home drunk and I would then take off his shoes and clothes (leaving his boxer on), wipe him clean with a cloth and cover him with a blanket before I make my way to bed.
I have always find my dad an attractive man. A burly guy standing at 6" tall, with thick arms a slightly round belly (due to excessive drinking) and a huge `asset'. Since puberty, I'd known I am attracted to guys and would find myself staring at guys' crotch. Due to my Asian heritage, I don't spot a huge package and would often envy my peers when they whip out their weenies in the loo. It has since been my fantasies imagining what it would feel like to be able to put my hands around a big cock.
2 months before my 12th birthday, I got my wish came true, but if given a choice now, I hoped I'd never made that wish.
My dad was home drunk as usual and after I'd cleaned him good, my eyes were drawn again to his crotch. I can almost make out the outline of his thick package. It looks like 6inch while flaccid. I took a gulp and checking that he's out, I placed my hand on his cock. It's huge! My hand was trembling with excitement as I feel my dad's hot cock. Lust overtook my senses, and I slowly moved my face towards his cock wanting to take a sniff of his member. And that denotes the start of my nightmare.
"What the hell are you doing, Jus!" shouted my dad as he grabbed my hair forcing me to look at him.
"Dad I'm sorry, please don't hate me. I'm just curious...." I pleaded
"Don't lie to me! You're a fucking faggot!" yanking me as he stood up.
"Dad I just..." before I could even finish my sentence, he brought his right hand to slap me.
At that very moment, I felt my left ear popped and felt liquid flowing from my left ear.
"Shit! Justin, I don't mean to hurt you. Are you alright?" I must have blacked out, for when I woke up, I was already on my bed.
I tried to get up when I have this funny feeling that I am not able to hear from my left side. Using my fingers to check if my left ear is ok, I didn't feel any pain, but neither could I hear anything. As I was about to get out of bed, my dad walked in with his head hanging low.
"I'm sorry Justin, I didn't mean to hurt you. I was just blinded by anger and...."
After seeing my dad being so apologetic, I decided that it's no big deal. After all, I can still hear from my right ear.
"Dad, I'm fine. Really. Have you taken breakfast? Let me make you coffee, ok?"
"Thanks son, I just need to make sure you are ok before I rush to the work site. Rest well. See ya tonight."
I was actually elated that my dad has finally turn around to being his old self, nice and warm, again. Little do I know, when a person gets drunk, a darker personality surface...
That night, I was expecting to see my dad home but not drunk. Yet to my dismal, a person simply cannot change his habits (or in this case, addiction) easily.
"Juuustinnnn!!! Commme ere... NOW!" my dad yelled.
"Dad are you ok? Let me take off your clothes for you. You are all wet."
As I was undoing his pants, he pulled on my hair forcefully and pulls my face to his crotch. "Smell it, you faggot! You're my bitch from now on, you hear me!"
I could feel his cock hardening, and my god, he's HUGE!
In one swift motion, he pulled off his pants and stand in his glory while I knelt and stared at his monster cock.
I was practically drooling, as I felt my lips drawn to his dick. In no time at all, I was sucking my dad's cock like a child with a lollipop.
"Yeah. That's it bitch, suck it good...."
I was only able to take in half of his shaft and my gag reflex kicked in. But he held my head locked and I thought I almost suffocated.
I almost blacked out when he pulled his dick off and dragged me to bed.
"STRIPPED!" he commanded as I quickly do so to please him.
"Now boy, I'm gonna take your cherry and if you better be a good bitch to take what I have to offer."
"But dad, you're huge!" I guess he must be at least 9.5 inches hard.
"I'm not your DAD now! I have no faggot as a son. Lie down now, and take pleasure from my dick!"
I was shocked, my dad seemed like a different person altogether. While I was definitely turned on by his attitude, I was also fearful that my ass would not be able to accommodate that monster. Before I even had a second to think, my dad already positioned his dick at my hole. And he simply shaft it in my ass in a flash.
Pain seared through my entire body and cold sweat started to form as I screamed my lungs out from the invasion. How I wished I fainted instead of enduring his assault.
My scream was in vain, he simply continued plowing my ass like no tomorrow.
"God, you are one tight little fucker. Urgh!"
While it seemed like eternity to me, it was barely 10 minutes before I was filled with my dad's cum. When he's done, he pulled out his dick with a plop and said, "Now get the fuck out!"
I could barely walk, as I staggered to the bathroom to clean myself. As I washed my sore ass, I could see blood flowing and I couldn't hold it anymore as I broke down and cried.
I guess I somehow managed to drag myself to bed, for I was lying on my bed when I woke up the next morning. My ass was so sore, I had difficulty getting out of bed. It was 630am and I had to start my daily chores.
"Ermm, morning son."
Suddenly, fear from last night crept up on me again and I froze for a moment.
"Are you alright, Jus?" my dad sounding concerned.
"I'm fine." I answered meekly.
"You sure? Why are you trembling?"
"Huh? Am I? Must have been the cold weather. I need to be in school early today, see ya dad." Before my dad could even answer, I was out of the house....
Did he even remember? Was he that drunk? I was confused and fearful that this will happened again.
That night, a miracle happened. Dad is home sober. After he showered, he sat down in his favorite couch and motioned me to him.
"Son, we need to talk."
"Sure dad."
"I know since that night I hit you that you are gay. I guess I'm still adjusting to it, but I hope you can tell me what's in your mind this morning? You were so... fearful. Did I hurt you again?"
It took me a while, and I decided that maybe my dad don't mean it at all. Maybe he really do love me. So I recounted the event last night and he was hugging me and sobbing "I'm so sorry.... I shouldn't have hurt you like that.... Please forgive me, I promise not to drink again! I swear!"
"It's ok dad. I'm good. Let's make a fresh start from now. Let's be happy again."
That night, I slept peacefully, thinking everything is going to work out well at last.
The next few weeks went on peacefully as well. My dad was home early in the evening and was sober. But they always say, a leopard never change its stripes. It was winter break, and I was doing my chores in the evening when I wondered why dad is not home yet. He's usually home by 7pm, unless....
A whole lot of crazy ideas went through my mind. Did he meet with an accident? Something happened at the work site? Or....
It was not till 11pm when I heard the door unlocked. And I smelled my fear.... He's drunk!
"Dad you ok?" as I heaved him to the couch.
As I was wiping him, it all happened again...
"Suck this dick you faggot!" I can only comply. My dad is so much more stronger than me, there's no way I could stop him.
Needless to say, I was dragged into his room soon after and he fucked me rough. And I find myself crying to sleep on the floor.
Again, the next morning, he was apologetic. I forgave him, after all he's too drunk to remember. Right? I was so wrong....
Summer break came and I will be starting my 8th grade soon. Although my dad is sober on most days, he would still be home drunk, fuck my ass raw till I bleed. Oddly enough, I couldn't help but find a routine.
It was a Sunday night when I heard the door unlocked and since it was 11pm, I was prepared. Since my 3rd attack, I'd learned to lube myself up if my dad is not home by 8pm. The fucking still hurts like hell, but much more bearable. But he was not alone. A black guy walked in with him, and from his outfit, he must be dad's co-worker.
"Erm dad, you ok? And thanks for sending dad home."
"You must be Justin. I heard a lot from your dad. I'm Stephen, you can call me Stevie." he winked.
Did he just winked or was I imagining? Anyway, I helped my dad to the couch and was about to thank Stevie again when I suddenly felt hands feeling me up.
"You are so cute...Come ere to uncle Stevie."
"I'm sorry, I guess you are drunk too. Let me take you to the guest room."
Just as I was about to move away, my dad pulled a fistful of my hair and yelled into my ear, "Fucking faggot, be a good bitch and serve my friend NOW!"
I was stunned. As I was thinking of a way out of this, Stevie was already undressing and fuck.... His dick is bigger than my forearm and definitely bigger than my dad's.
"No, please...." I begged
"Oh come on, Dave. Your cocksucker is not listening to you. I thought you said he'll do anything for a big cock up his arse?"
"Dad???!!! You knew all this while? Awake?"
--------- End of Chapter One ----------
Thank you guys for reading. And I actually hope to finish this story. In case you wonder where's the wolf? All in good time.... lol.
I thought I need to elaborate Justin's childhood, else it'll be difficult to explain his emotional torture later on in the story.
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