Date: Wed, 26 Nov 2003 03:01:56 -0600
From: Kryton Ex <krytonex@hotmail.com>
Subject: All's Fair in Love and War 2

Author's Note: I never intended for there to be a sequel to
this story because I had no idea what to write, amusingly
enough a five word email inspired to me write a part two.  I
would go through the effort of cutting and pasting the
disclaimer, but judging from the emails I got, no one
bothered reading it anyway. So on with the story...


                 All's Fair in Love and War
                           Part 2


     Hi, this is Jonathan Granger.  I found out about this
story because my father sucks at hiding things.  I just want
to set a few things straight before I continue our tale.
Did you believe any of that "I was so innocent and my
coquettish son seduced me" crap?  It read like the Three
Little Pigs told from the view of the wolf! "I was just
minding my own business, fasting, when three pieces of bacon
came walking by."  The facts were true, but I was portrayed
far more negatively then I am and my father was portrayed
far more positively.  But that is the way he is, he comes
out on top all the time.  If I really am the Son of Satan,
remind me what that makes him?
     First off, I did not want the car THAT badly.  I wanted
it badly, but something else, far more important was at
stake, principle!  There was no reason why dad could not
have just bought the car in the first place, but he said,
"no".  Why? Because he could.  Parents have to be trained
while they are still young.  If you don't do it now then
they will walk all over you when you are older.  Mom was
well trained, I could manipulate her into buying me the
Statue of Liberty if I asked right, but dad is smart.  There
is a part in an adult's brain that cuts off after about
twenty.  It is the part that lets them remember how smart
they were as a teenager.  Because parents think we are so
simple, they are easy to control, they fall for our lamest
lies and fake tears.  But my dad is not like that, he knows
I am a prick, so there is little I can do to get him to do
what I want.  That has to change.
      I could start over from the beginning and twist the
entire story where I come out on top, but like I said, the
facts are right.  So I think I will start where dad left
off.  I did go to his office the next day.  I peeked in and
even though he was conducting business on his earphone he
motioned for me to enter.  I locked the door behind me and
took a seat on his desk.  Even though he was speaking in
Japanese I understood every word he was saying because I am
fluent in five languages so far.  He was talking to someone
in the states about a misplaced shipment of something or
other, I wasn't really paying attention.  I found stuff like
that boring as all hell.
     Dad moved the mic from in front of his face just long
enough to kiss me.  Then he went back to his conversation
while undressing me, never missing a step.  He unbuttoned my
white dress shirt and threw it on the floor on top of my
navy blue cardigan.  Then he made me stand as he pulled off
my pants and underwear.  He left me in nothing but socks as
he turned me around and laid me across his desk.  So there I
was in dad's office completely naked with my face on his
calendar, staring at his pencil jar as I heard the sound of
his pants unzipping and felt his huge cock pressing against
my still sore hole.  My eyes widened at the realization that
he planned on using no other lube then his precum.  "Dad, I
have lotion in my jacket pocket." My body relaxed as I felt
him move away from me and head to my clothes.
     The feel of cold lotion on my hot hole felt so good, it
even felt better as dad began working the lotion inside me
with his fingers.  I liked it so much I began to moan as I
melted onto the desk.  That is when I felt him smack my ass;
I immediately tensed up and turned to see why the hell he
did that.  He pointed to the phone, reminding me of his
continuing conversation and the fact that if I got too loud
I could be heard.  I looked at him, not sure how I was going
to be fucked quietly.  He picked up his rubber stress ball
and put it up to my mouth.  I opened my mouth and he stuck
it in.  Then he took off his tie and gagged me.  The tie
smelled like his aftershave; I love my father's smell. He
returned to working my ass, getting it somewhat ready for
what he was about to do.
     I returned to enjoying what he was doing.  When I felt
him press against my hole I tightened up remembering how
much it hurt the last time, but that did not stop my father.
He just pressed harder and I had the option of letting him
in or being split open and letting him in.  I chose the
former, I made effort to relax and he slid into me. His call
ended, I thought I would have his full attention at this
point, but he just switched to his next call and continued
with business.  He immediately started fucking me at a
steady pace and it was hurting.  My cries of pain were being
muffled by my gag, so one tear managed to escape my eyes and
roll down my cheek to express my discomfort.
     Dad caught the tear on my cheek and smiled at me.  His
eyes were so comforting that what was pain soon became
extreme pleasure.  I was naked, gagged and being completely
humiliated by my dad.  I came right then on my father's
desk.  He came a few minutes later inside of me.  He gave me
a pat on the back, like it was permission for me to stand
again then headed to the bathroom to clean up.  I went in
after him to do something about the cum running down my leg
before I headed back to school.  Before I left dad put the
person he was talking to on hold just long enough to give me
a proper kiss before sending me on my way.
     As I drove to school, my butt all sore and runny, I
realized that I did not win crap.  I was not just a slave to
my father's whims like before; I was now his bitch too. The
only way to rectify this would be to fuck dad.  Yup, that
would be the one and only way to put him in his place and to
teach him some respect.  I soon came to realize that getting
dad to bend over and take it like a man was far harder than
I imagined it would be.  Whenever I even came close to his
ass, he pretty much ran.  And my chances to seduce him were
far and few.  I even tried holding back sex unless he gave
in.  He would not have it, his hole was off limits.  I
needed a plan.  Good thing I am so good at those.
     I waited for mom to return home, when she did, she
found me sitting on the couch, my arms crossed with a
distressed look upon my face.  She sat down next to me with
concerned eyes and asked, "What's wrong dear?" in a soft
gentle voice.
     I looked as though I was fighting back tears as I
spoke, "Why can't we be like a normal family."  I had said
it, the one thing that would push all my mom's buttons, "we
weren't normal", if we weren't normal then we weren't
perfect and that was not possible, we were the Grangers, we
had to be perfect.
     Mom scooted closer to me and put her arm around my
shoulder.  "Why do you say that sweetie?"
     Now I let the tears run free, "Dad never spends any
time with me, he is always at work and I never get to hang
out with him (which was true if you didn't count the almost
daily sex).  All the other guys at school have gone camping
with their dads, and when they are talking about it, I can't
say anything because I am a total loser."  I was pouring it
on thick, but I was a teen and I was expected to be angsty.
     "I'll talk to your father."  For those of you who don't
know my mother, that translates into "Pack your tent, you
are going camping."  I sat back enjoying my small victory.
Sometimes it was too easy.
     I listened at their bedroom door as dad trying every
argument in his arsenal.  He begged to go anywhere but
camping, he hated camping, but mom would not have it.  We
were spending my spring break in the wilderness even if she
had to kill him and send me to the woods with his dead body.
There were few things in this world I enjoyed more than
turning mom against dad.
     As dad packed up the car, I stood their smiling as I
watched him curse me in every language he knew.  He wasn't
stupid.  He knew I just wanted to be alone with him to
seduce him.  To finally get the part of him that he would
not let me have.
     Mom had agreed that we would not have to stay in a
tent; we could at least go to the company cabin which was a
four hour drive from our house.  Cabin is a loose term,
`mansion built in the woods' would be more accurate, the
only true difference between the cabin and my house being
the view.  After the first hour I found myself leaning
against my father's arm.  He wrapped it around me and pulled
me close to him.  At that moment there was nothing sexual
about it, he felt warm and strong and I wanted to be near
him.  I fell asleep to the rhythmic beating of his heart.
     He shook me awake when we reached the cabin, softly
calling my name to rouse me.  I entered, headed straight to
the only bed and went back to sleep.  I awoke later when my
father entered.  I saw him undressing in the moonlight that
filled the room.  I also slept naked, who doesn't? But dad
had plans for tonight; he gently kissed my shoulder and made
a trail of kisses down my back.  I loved the attention, but
I was too sleepy to move.  After I didn't respond he rolled
off me, but in a raspy voiced I pleaded with him, "please,
don't stop."  That was all he needed to continue to play
with my body. He ran his fingers down my back and inserted
the first one in my ass; I groaned realizing that was my
favorite part.  I lifted my hips slightly when I felt him
positioning himself behind me.  My head still rested on the
pillow and my body was still completely relaxed because I
was half asleep.  I could have been dreaming.  It didn't
hurt this time; dad took long slow strokes that brought me
pleasure for what felt like hours.  He came inside me and
fell asleep, our bodies still connected.
     The next day I began my task to wear him down.  At
first I tried begging, that did not work.  I tried
withholding sex again, that did not work.  We only had three
days left when I finally came up with a useful plan.  He was
in the kitchen making us dinner when it hit me.  I got up,
pushed him away from the stove and against the cabinets,
purposely hurting his back as I did so.  I kissed him
passionately.  He began literally ripping my clothes off and
I did the same to him.  But once they were off, I was on my
knees sucking him for all I was worth, when I felt he was
close to cumming, I stopped.  The expression on his face was
classic.
     I stood up and bent him over the counter.  He let me do
it, which was what I was hoping would happen.  I thought
that maybe he would let me take what he didn't want to give,
just from the sheer amount of arousal he would get from me
trying.  I grabbed the cooking oil and poured it in between
his cheeks, working a finger in his ass.  He bit his bottom
lip to keep quiet.  I could tell he was scared and that made
me hornier than I have ever been.  After I could get two
fingers in easily, I positioned myself.  I shoved my entire
cock in one stroke causing poor dad to scream in agony.  A
smirk crossed my lips as I explained, "It's like ripping off
a band-aid, its better to get it over with quickly."  Hey, I
never claimed to be a saint.  And he did it first!
     He gritted his teeth and waited for his well deserved
pounding.  But I am a kind and forgiving son, so I took it
slow after that.  Soon he was rocking in time with my trust
and calling out my name, "Jonathan...oh God...that feels
good...harder."  I never figured my dad was a talker, you
can't get a full word out of me when I am being fucked, let
alone a full sentence, but listening to him beg made
everything even better and I fucked dad harder and faster
than before.  He started cumming against the cabinets which
set me off.  I exploded inside him, cumming harder than I
ever had before.
     When we pulled our sweaty, sticky bodies apart, we
found our dinner very scorched.   Dad looked at me, "Are you
happy now?"
     "Ecstatic," I beamed.
     "Does that mean we can end this `bonding with
wilderness' crap and check into a decent hotel?"
     Sure, we had not seen a single tree since we had
arrived having never left the cabin, but I didn't point that
out. "I'm ready to go if you are."
     So we stayed at a five star hotel for the final three
days.  We had so much fun that dad took another week off of
work and I got to miss a week of school.  I must admit, the
benefits of sodomizing your dad are endless.