(Revised of Open House story)
(18+ USE OF BONDAGE, INCEST, HUMILIATION, SPANKING.)

Luke was in a daze as he tried his best to keep his eyes open. His father had put him through so much over the last week and now this. He knew it would come to this. It had happened before but this time it was like he had a vengeance. Tied too tight, face down on his own bed with his father brutally pounding his ass in that moment hearing nothing but the man grunting and the sounds of his waist smacking against his ass as he went deep in him. His own son. He didn't know how it got to this point where his own father just thought to use him unwillingly whenever he so pleased. It started good, right. Well, Luke was still enjoying it even in this moment. He loved to see his dad in charge and unlike himself. It turned him on and over time Luke began to suspect that his father was catching onto that as he was becoming more rough with him. Within a few minutes his father came in his ass like he's done a time or two before but he was still not holding back even though he was filled. Pounding hard as he now started to slow now and slide out eventually and without a word just left him. His asshole gaping and leaking as he softly sobbed both at how hard his father used him and how much he already missed it. His wrists still bound tight like he might've forgotten but then time went by and he was still bound.

...

A week ago it was all normal, casual and just another day. Luke had no idea what was to happen later on and the rest of that week as he just went about his day like it was any other day until his father asked him if he wanted to help him at an Open House. Luke agreed though he could think of a million other things he could be doing with him time but maybe some quality time with his father would be good.

The Open House actually went off without a hitch and his father was proud of him which he liked the idea of that. The praise and he got to keep the leftover sandwiches which was a plus to him. He saw his father bring out some champane and since it was just the two of them his father let him drink, exchanging the bottle between the two of them as they sat in the living room of the empty home. He drank before but never in front of his father and now here he was. Spending time with his old man actually has his perks but he was probably drinking too fast as his father could tell now he was getting tipsy and he chuckled and took the bottle from him and finished it off.

"We're not going to go home just yet." Phil said as he laid back on the couch, "if your mother sees you like this, I think I would be dead." He laughed and Luke laughed along. The buzz felt great though and Luke now got up to retrieve sone water. Finding the glasses which weren't a lot in this home and most were just from their house for the Open House. He got a glass and poured himself some water when his father now entered the kitchen. Luke was too out of it to notice that his father was hard at that point as he got himself some more water then.

"We have this whole house to ourself." Phil stated as he sat at the kitchen table. Luke started to think his dad was more buzzed than he was in that moment. "Come here, Luke." He gestured for the younger to come to him which Luke did and now stood in front of his father. "You were good today. Helped me out greatly and I appreciate that." Phil started as he gave his son a smile now, "look ... " He went to a hushed tone of voice now as he leaned toward his son, "it's just us guys here, yeah?"

Luke nodded and was wondering where this was going but he decided to let it play out as he went and got his father his own glass of water which he happily took and drank pretty quickly as he now set the empty glass down. Luke's brows were furrowed as he waited for his father to continue with whatever it was he had to say, "yeah, it's just us two here." He said as a prompt for him to continue his thought.

By this time Phil was getting his own glass of water and Luke watched him closely, getting anxious at to what he had to finish saying. The sound of the rushing water flowing into the glass now as his father turned off the water and turned back to Luke and drank but approached him and grabbed his hair when he was close enough which prompted Luke to gasp and drip the glass which shattered into a million pieces. Phil laughed at him and shook his head as he now guided him back over tot he kitchen table where he sat back down. "Suck my cock." He said with a demanding tone of voice.

"What?" Luke said a bit shy and scared but now his father was undoing his pants right in front of him and his hard cock sprang free and with his father's hand still in his hair he had no choice as he was forced to his knees and guided harshly toward his cock til he was at the base, choking. Gagging. Eyes watering as his father then worked to guise him to properly suck him off. Luke's hands were gripping his father's thighs as he begged around the man's pubes to be let go. HE could hear just how into this his father was. Him moaning and grunting now til he was suddenly removed from his shaft and found himself on his back on the kitchen table with his pants now gone. His father spit into his hand and slowly working on stroking his cock as he lined up and entered him. Slowly taking his time to make his son comfortable as he now started to hear him moan with pleasure and soon taking off his own shirt so that he was nude, fucking his son on the kitchen table of that empty house. Luke looked up and saw his dad's hairy chest, sweat starting to form as he slowly fucked him. His head resting again as he moaned again with pleasure ...