Starting at about age 19, I began to take over the role of the man of the house from my dad. I became more and more dominant and in response my dad became more and more submissive. At a certain point, I realized I do what I do not out of any sense of being an alpha male, but because I enjoyed the humiliation. I think he must have too, because he slowly became my bitch. It started with me kicking him off the couch, to making him sit on the floor, to the point where he simply responded to my beck and call. And of course I decided to use this force for good: my dad was going to serve those who need it most.
My city was a large urban area, and as such we dealt with a great deal of homelessness. These were men who were down on their luck who (usually) needed a pick-me-up. Luckily, my dad’s desire for domination and humiliation fit in perfectly with this. The first night I did this, my dad was shocked. I brought home a man who was a legitimately good man who had been let go and was living on Skid Row until he could find some way to get back on his feet. I decided a night of pampering was in order and let him know. He agreed and came to my house.
My dad greeted us at the door in a tight thong and nothing else, the cool night wind immediately shrinking his already small cock and hardening his nipples. I invited our guest in and pointed him to the restroom while I spoke to my dad. I told him that we were doing a good man a good service, and that this guest was now as much as my father’s owner as I was. I made it abundantly clear that we were going to make tonight as pleasurable as possible for this man.
I directed my father to the bathroom, and we both entered. Our guest was standing at the toilet, his cock resting in his hand having just pulled his pants down to urinate. Without a word, my dad walked over to and kneeled down. Making no eye contact, he grabbed the thick member and brought his face to it. As he did, the smell of an unclean cock hit him. Our guest clearly hadn’t showered in some time and it was noticeable. My dad gagged at the smell alone, and tears welled in his eyes. Nevertheless, he put the purple head of the rank cock in his mouth, looked at our guest, and nodded. Understanding the cue, the homeless man relaxed and let a stream of piss shoot down into my dad’s mouth. It began to overfill, and the piss dribbled from his lips down his bare chest.
With some effort, my dad swallowed the salty liquid as the man looked at me. I nodded in silence, demonstrating that this was as normal as anything else. With that, the three of us moved into the living room. The homeless man took off his pants entirely as we sat down on the couch. The smell now filled the room, as his unwashed ass was released from the worn pants. He motioned for my dad to get down, and my dad did as commanded. The guest now pulled my dad’s face towards his ass, smothering my pathetic father with hair soaked with sweat.
My dad gagged again, but there was no escape from the stench. His tongue left its safe zone and began to lightly run up against the asshole that enveloped his senses. With the warm balls resting on his eyes acting as a blindfold and hairy thighs wrapped around his ears, taste and smell were all that guided my dad through this hellish rimjob. He gagged often, cleaning out an ass which had long since gone neglected. Matted hair and dried dark spots were the main contributors to this gagging. His nose was assaulted by hair as well, giving a much more literal meaning to the term brown noser. He licked and sucked, eventually going so far as to tongue-fuck the dirty asshole in front of him. The guest enjoyed this, as shown by his hard greasy cock and the rate at which he began to grind on my dad’s face. Eventually he relented, allowing my dad to breathe fresh air before diving back down on the unclean cock which had earlier deposited a stream of hot piss down his throat.
Now I watched with enjoyment as my dad’s head bounced up and down a thick, greasy cock. His nose came to be buried in thick, untrimmed pubes as his jaw seemed to be stretched to its limits. Again the guest began to rock, desperate to shoot more liquid down my dad’s soft and open mouth. At once, the guest pulled my dad off his cock and moved his head to his balls. Similarly unclean, with a distinct vinegar-like taste from the accumulated sweat and musk, my dad sucked every inch of dirt and grime from the hairy sack.
Every so often, dad’s tongue would lap out underneath the sack as he took both nuts in his mouth. Then he would switch back to sucking on one as his right hand began to stroke the cock which had been lubed up with saliva produced from deep gags. After some time, our guest began to throat-fuck my dad again. This time was much more aggressive.
It seemed as though his goal was to stab his cock through the back of my dad’s neck. The force with which he thrust his hips forward was fully unexpected, and I’m certain his cock slammed into my dad’s tonsils. This caused great heaves as my dad struggled to keep the cock under control. The guest continued this until tears streamed down my dad’s face, and then with a groan he shot a load into the waiting stomach of my submissive father. Despite cumming, he held my father on his cock so as to lap up every bit of cum and to get the maximum amount of pleasure. With that, my dad’s contribution had ended. The man stayed the night and in the morning, went on his way. Before leaving he left a memento of the evening, kissing my father deep and long on the lips which had produced so much pleasure for a man down on his luck. As their tongues danced, I took a picture a reminder of the man who we had, for one night, put on top of the world.