Date: Tue, 12 Apr 2011 01:35:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sam Nifty <nifty_addict@yahoo.com>
Subject: THE JOB INTERVIEW

This story contains situations involving anal/oral forced sex, incest, scat
and piss.  If these themes turns you off or if you are under 18 years of
age, you should stop right here.


THE JOB INTERVIEW

I was getting ready to go for my first real job interview. I had worked for
smaller outfits before - as a store attendant or a waiter in neighbourhood
coffee shops.  This would be my first job for a reputed company. I was
going to my Dad's company Brad Gray Inc. My Dad is Brad Gray. The company
dealt in gym and health club equipment. Though he was the big boss he was
not helping me in any way. He insisted I go through the right channels -
meet the Senior Manager, Public Relations, Mr. Hunt.

A little background . . .

DAD:

There is little communication between me and my Dad.  I don't remember ever
having spent much time with him. I was brought up my mom's parents. And
when I moved to my Dad's after their death I was looked after by a string
of housekeepers and domestic help. I have therefore led a very lonely life.
Dad never used the living room. He had a large suite, with attached rooms
on the other side of the pool where he spent all his time. That's where he
entertained his friends too.

I presumed my father's dislike of me was because of his deep love for my
mom, who died during childbirth. But 18 years is a long long time to
continue hating me for a tragedy, which I am not really responsible. But I
have stopped to analyzing him or our relationship any longer.

Anyway it was not surprising that he refused to give me a job without an
interview and insisted that correct company procedure be followed. I
discovered a new- found respect for my Dad. I saw in him a man of integrity
and I was happy to join him at work.

A bit about my Dad. My Dad is 5 ft 9, broad shouldered and beefy. He had
been into heavy workouts at one time, so despite his slight belly, he had
the arms and chest of a wrestler. He was hairy with a thick moustache. At
50 he was certainly a fine specimen of a hunky male. I have no evidence of
this, but I believe he has many girlfriends who he fucks regularly. But I
have no way of knowing, since I can never tell who comes and goes to his
quarters.

Today happens to be his 50th birthday, but I have only sent him a terse
email wishing him.  I don't think I am likely to see him in the evening and
be part of the celebrations, if there are any.

MYSELF:

I am Horace Gray. You may have gathered that I am 18 years old. But
physically am very different from my Dad. Am delicately built with a smooth
body and most people think I am a good-looker. I am academically good and
am also part of the theatre and music clubs at school. I am not
particularly good at sports. I had an awkward body - thin and lanky - until
a couple of years ago, when my Dad had set up a private gym at home. I
blossomed and I have had a string of girlfriends since then. But
relashioships never lasted for long. Within a couple of months I would
loose interest or they would and we would split amicably. The last one was
Jennifer, who I broke up with a couple of months ago.

ROD:

Jennifer's father, Rod, caught us getting cozy in the living room one
evening. He and his wife were not supposed to be at home, but as it turned
out, he had stayed back and was sleeping in his room. He rushed down in his
boxers, displaying his hairy body and muscular legs. He slapped me a few
times, pushed me around and showering me with the choicest invectives. I
could never have stood up to Rod. He was 6 feet tall and built like a
wrestler.

He pushed his daughter out of the room and roughed me up some more. After
being kicked and pounded I lay on the floor, with his foot practically in
mouth, when I realized I was not angry or hurt but surprising awestruck by
his presence and rejoiced in the humiliation he showered upon me. He looked
at me all submissive and simpering at his feet and kicked me in the face
one last time.  With every verbal and physical assault, my cock was getting
harder, and I began to see him for how handsome he really was, albeit in a
brutish sort of a way. I was shocked with my response but I had no control
over it.

"Get the fuck out of my house, you fucking sissy," he roared.

I couldn't understand the reason for his excessive anger.  I wasn't really
fucking his daughter; we were simply sitting on the sofa, holding hands and
getting closer; and going by my past experience I wouldn't have very far
beyond that.

As I walked out of the house I had one of the biggest erections ever. He
laughed scornfully.

"Jennifer is not for sissies like you, but real men," he sneered, while he
stroked his crotch suggestively.

It was dark outside. I had an inexplicable urge to peep into the living
room. I hid in the bushes for a while and then climbed a tree outside the
window. Rod was standing with the television remote in his hand, surfing
channels. He was still bare bodied, in his boxers. Jennifer walked in with
a bottle of beer and handed it to him. Rod pulled her and put his arm
around her and held her close to his chest. Jennifer did not see to mind
that at all. While he watched TV and took swigs of beer, Jennifer began to
nuzzle his bare chest with her face. She began running her tongue over his
nips. Her hand was stroking his stomach and chest, and was making its way
into his boxers. I was shocked and mesmerized by what I saw. Just then a
car drove up in the driveway. Jennifer's mom had returned.

Jennifer tried to disengage herself but Rod seemed in no great hurry to let
go of her. She bit his nipple hard. Rod yelped in pain. Jennifer giggled
and ran away. I walked off disgusted by Jennifer but lusting for Rod.

THE PRESENT

To get back to the present . . . I parked my car outside Dad's office. I
walked through a huge showroom, at the end of which were the offices. I
waited in the lounge. My Dad walked in with the Senior Manager I was meant
to work under.  Both of us looked at each other in shock. The Manager was
Rod - Rod Hunt.

"Rod, this is my son, Horace," said Dad. "But that is not reason for you to
go easy on him. Train him any which way you want. He is all yours."

Rod whispered something in Dad's ears.

"Of course," said Dad with a nasty chuckle. "Anything you want. You know
what is best."

"I will do what is best, Brad," said Rod and turned to me. "Follow me," he
said curtly.

He walked down a long corridor and motioned me to enter the room at the
end.  He spoke to his assistant sitting at a table outside. "Not to be
disturbed boy, unless it is Mr. Gray."

"Yes Sir," said the boy grinning.

"Wipe that grin off your face, shitface," laughed Rod and hit the boy on his head
with his knuckles. It was made to seem like a playful gesture, but the boy's grin
dropped immediately and from the expression on the boy's face one could tell the
knuckles hurt badly.
"Sorry Sir," he said and got back to his computer.

Rod and I entered into the room. The room was large with many windows. But all
the blinds were drawn. I stood in front of the table waiting to be asked to sit
down. As he walked past me he pinched me hard in the stomach. It came as a
shock to me and I wanted to protest. But seeing his expression I knew it was
better to bear the pain in silence. He went and sat on the chair on the other side
of the table.

"You are all mine, said your Dad," he said. "I can do as I please with you and you
had better believed this."

"Yes Sir," I muttered.

"To start with Horace, you name is too long. I will call you Hor for short," he
grinned at the pun. "Yes, you will make a good whore'"

He put his feet on the table. The soles of his shoes were caked with mud.
"LICK THEM, whore," he ordered.

I was shocked. I didn't know what he meant. I looked at him speechless.
From under his table he pulled out a paddle. He looked at me with squinted eyes,
and then struck me hard with it. He struck me a few times.

"Never disobey me. Got that? Lick them."

This time I knew he meant his shoes. I kneeled down and began to lick his
shoes.
The door open and I immediately stopped; I got a sharp hit on my head.

"Don't fukin stop. Asshole," he yelled.

I continued to lick his shoes. I began to enjoy it. I wanted to make sure he is
happy.

"Good, you started working on the boy."

That was my Dad. I was shocked.

"Ha ha ha," Rod laughed. "He is fucking easy. The fag loves it."

Dad went and stood behind Rod and watched me lick the shoes. He started
massaging Rod's neck.

"Brad, you gonna start calling your boy Whore for short."

"As you say, Rod," said Dad, as he opened Rod's shirt and began massaging his
shoulders. Then his chest. Rod's chest was a beauty, hairy and muscular with
huge pecs and enormous nipples. Dad kept kneading his chest, and pulling and
twisting the nipples. The shoes came off and I was sucking at Rod's toes. I
couldn't take my eyes of what was going on between Dad and Rod.

Dad bent forward and unzipped Rod's trousers. He pulled out Rod's huge cock
and played with it till he yelled at me. "SUCK THIS COCK BITCH."

At the same time Rod hit me hard on the head with the paddle. Frankly I didn't
need much coaxing. I was hungrily gobbling the cock. I sucked and licked hard.
But I was inexperienced and not very good at it.

"Punish him," shouted Rod. "The Bitch is hurting me with his teeth."

Dad undid my trousers and started using the paddle on my exposed butt. Rod
grabbed my hair to hold my head in place. My ass was stinging. Suddenly I felt
greater pain than I could ever have imagined. My Dad was shoving his cock up
my asshole. I was in immense pain yet excited at the same time.

"FUCK HIM HARD BRAD. FUCK YOUR FAGOT SON," Rod cheered on. "YES,
RAM IT IN THE PIG'S PUSSY."

My father rammed and pumped me for a long time, while Rod held me by my hair
and fucked my mouth with his huge cock. It was a dream cum  true. A dream I
had never dared to dream.

"EAT THE COCK BITCH," yelled my Dad.

"FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF THAT CUNT'S HOLE, BRAD," yelled Rod.

After a while Rod pulled out his cock from my mouth.
"Give me his ass, Brad," he said. "Let's change positions."

Dad pulled out his cock too.
"The Pig's ass was full," he said with disgust.

Rod laughed, "Obviously the Pig is gonna have to clean his Daddy's cock."

Before I could figure out what that meant, Dad shoved his cock in my mouth. The
cock had my shit all over.

"LICK it clean PIG."

I started choking and retching but he held me by my hair and began to pump my
face.

"EAT YOUR OWN SHIT, PIG," he yelled.

I had no choice but to relax and allow the abuse. And sure enough I began to
enjoy it. Dad soon ejaculated in my mouth, but he didn't let go of my head. His
cock began to loose its erection and then I felt a warm stream of liquid fill my
mouth. I knew he was peeing in my mouth. Dad let go my head, but I didn't let go
of his cock. I had my mouth wrapped around his cock, making sure that I was
taking in every drop of his delicious piss and wasn't allowing any to flow out of
my mouth. I loved it.

"WHORE loves it. He is a good Pig," said Dad.
That was the first compliment I had ever received from him in all my life. I was
beginning to love him. I wanted to be his Bitch, his Pig, his Whore and whatever
else he wanted me to be.  I desperately wanted him to use and abuse his son,
his whore.

Rod had started pumping my asshole.

"Rod, are you planning to breed the hole? Why not give it to the Pig in its mouth."

"Sounds like a plan," said Rod.

As Rod was pulling out his cock I pushed out as well, with the result that his cock
had lot more shit on it than Dad's. It was literally caked in shit.  Rod laughed
when he saw this.

"The Pig learns fast," he said, slapping my butt hard. "It pushed out shit along
with my cock."

He made me lick his cock clean. I did it like a pro, with great dexterity and
pleasure. Dad watched happily.
With a finger Rod took some shit from his cock and smeared his own nips with it.
Then he began to fuck my mouth brutally.
"Suck my nips, fuker," he told Dad. "Eat your son's shit that's on my nips Brad."

My Dad laughed, and bent down and began to suck Rod's nips.
Rod mourned as I sucked his cock and my Dad his nips.

Cum flowed into my mouth. Rod pulled out his cock and began pissing on my
face.

"Don't waste it all on the Pig." Dad filled a cup and began drinking it.

Rod turned and hugged Dad.
"Happy Birthday Brad. I hope you had a great time. "

"I sure did Rod. What about introducing the Pig to the others at the party this
evening."

"Sounds like a fantastic idea. The fukers are gonna love the idea of abusing your
son on your birthday."

I was over the moon. Today was the first time I would be partying with Dad

For the rest of the day I was locked up in the nude in the shower cubicle of the
bathroom. A couple of times Dad and Rod came and peed on me. I had begun to
feel hungry. Except for a light breakfast of toast and milk I hadn't had anything to
eat or drink.
Late in the afternoon Rod walked in with a plateful of leftover pizza. Some of the
stuff had been chewed and spat back into the plate. I looked on horrified. But it
got worse. He titled the plate and threw the stuff on the bathroom floor.
"Eat! Down on your knees. You will not use your hands."

As he walked out he turned and said, "Eat it fast, I will be back to give you some
dessert."

I was alone but I wanted to follow his orders to a T. I got down on all fours and
began eating the food on the floor like a dog. Rod walked in. He looked satisfied
at finding me polishing the floor clean with my tongue. .

"The Pig knows how to follow orders," he said. "Will reward the Pig with some
dessert."

He sat on the toilet bowl and let out a fart. The stink of his shit filled the room.
"You like the smell PIG?"
"Yes SIR."
"Come and stick your face between my legs and smell the aroma."

I shoved my head between his legs and let out some nasty farts.
After grunting our a few turds he got up.

"You may have noticed there is no toilet paper here. You have to lick my hole
clean, PIG-BOY."

He bent forward and parted his cheeks to reveal his hairy butt, messed up with
fresh shit. I immediately darted to his gaping shithole and began licking it and
sucking at it aggressively. I slurped off every speck of shit there was. Below the
fresh stuff, there dried crust as well. I polished the rosebud clean, made sure
every strand of shitter hair was licked clean. I dug my tongue deep into his
shithole, trying to get to any turd that might have remained inside.

"I can see you are still hungry," said Rod pushing out some on my tongue.

I licked it off. I didn't know where I had cultivated a taste for this shit? I had taken
to it like fish to water. Or rather like Pig to shit. I was discovering aspects of
myself I was never aware of.

"I like you boy. You are good. You are lucky to get it all. The Pig-boy sitting
outside is left hungry today."

"Thank you Sir," I said with genuine feelings and respect. "I am truly honored to
be your Pig and Bitch, SIR."

He spat on my face and knocked me hard on the head with his knuckles.
"Get dressed. Time to go home. I want you to look just the way you looked when
you walked in." He walked out with an evil grin.

"What a disgusting, worthless, shitfaced Fag. A perfect bitch," I could hear him
say.

"You bet he is," my Dad chuckled. "Just like his mother. What a fukin slut she
was, abused by me and all my buddies, 24x7."

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This is an original piece of fiction.
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