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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Rafael_McCall/Scott_McCall
  Character:
      Scott_McCall, Rafael_McCall
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_No_Werewolves, Incest, Father/Son_Incest, Oral_Sex,
      Blow_Jobs, Locker_Room, Scent_Kink, Facials, Come_Eating, Manipulation,
      Dom/sub, Dom!Rafael, sub!Scott, Unhealthy_Relationships, Sexist_Language,
      Feminization, Top_Rafael, Bottom_Scott, Mentions_of_extreme_underage,
      Conditioning, Underage_Rape/Non-con, Non-Consensual_Touching, Verbal
      Humiliation
  Series:
      Part 1 of Daddy_Wanted_A_*Bad_Word*
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-11-25 Words: 3097
****** The Man That Ruined Him ******
by kestra_troi
Summary
     A dark and twisted version of Scott and Rafael and their messed up
     relationship.
     Read the tags and be forewarned! This is NOT a happy or pleasant fic.
     F*cked up would be the best descriptor for it.
Notes
     This came from the dark places in my mind. I wish it hadnt, but it
     did, and to pretend otherwise would be a lie.
     Marked rape-slash-non-con because no consent is asked for and none is
     explicitly given, and in this context I do not think Scott could give
     his consent meaningfully, by that I mean when it comes to his father
     in this story I think Scott has been too conditioned to be able to
     realistically consent.
 
Scott was exhausted. Exhausted from pushing himself so hard on the lacrosse
field during practice. Later when he would be alone in his room replaying the
day in his mind that would be his excuse: he was tired. He was tired so it
wasn’t his fault that he hadn’t noticed someone else was in the locker room. He
was tired so he wasn’t thinking about rules of common decency when he flung off
his towel to walk naked towards his gym slot. He was tired, which is why he
didn’t notice the other person until they were in his periphery and he freaked
the fuck out.
There at the end of the row of gym slots was his father, Rafael dressed in a
perfectly tailored suit, seemingly out of place in the high school boy’s locker
room. Recovering slowly from the shock Scott looked around for his towel, but
he had tossed it too far for him to grab it and cover himself with it. He was
also too far from his slot for him to grab his change of clothes. He was stuck
naked in front of his father whom he hadn’t seen in years looking just as built
and handsome as he had the day he left.
Shaking his head Scott tried to clear his mind of the memory of that  day. He
crossed his arms over his chest to shield himself from his father’s
scrutinizing gaze in what he hoped was an abrasive, self-assured pose. “Dad,
wha—?”
Rafael cleared his throat and Scott’s inquiry was ended before it started. His
father had silenced him without a word and Scott couldn’t help but feel the way
he had back when his dad was leaving: powerless. This was a trap; his father
wanted to corner him when he was vulnerable, the man wanted Scott on display.
Rafael gave Scott a once over and the boy visibly quivered, a blush creeping up
his chest all the way to his cheeks.
A smug smile surfaced on Rafael’s face. He knew he looked good and that he
still was in control of his son even after all these years apart. And he
relished that power, that control. Always had.
“Scott.” Rafael briefly greeted continuing to blatantly check out his naked
son’s body. “You’ve certainly filled out since I left… baby girl.”
Ducking his head in a futile attempt to hide his reddening cheeks, Scott’s
demeanor changed instantaneously with his father’s pet name for him. Trying to
shift the conversation to something normal Scott asked, “When did you get
back?”
Ignoring the question, Rafael scanned Scott’s body from the toes up cataloguing
and evaluating every detail. “I see you’ve got a bigger clit, now, baby…it’s
kinda pretty in a nasty kinda way. I bet it comes in handy when you’re having
lesbo-sex with your “girlfriend”, don’t it, sweetheart. I bet she loves rubbing
your pretty clit. I know you do. Even when you were a kid you loved playing
with your baby clit. Just like a skank.”
“Da—”
“Turn around and show me your pussy, baby.” Rafael interrupted. Stunned at his
father’s brashness after so long apart Scott still found himself inexplicably
obeying his father’s command. Stiltedly he turned on the spot, anxious about
turning his back on his father, his head swimming with memories he had tried to
forget. Memories that got him hard in record time. Whatever he might say or
think about it later, his body was clearly happy to see Rafael again.
Absentmindedly palming his hardening cock, willing it to go down, Scott heard
his father chuckle under his breath, apparently amused by Scott’s dick’s
antics. Scott could picture the face that went along with that chuckle. He had
seen it so many times before it wasn’t funny: his dad’s lewd grin, his playful
demeanor masking his aggression, his perfect , square jaw taunting Scott as
well as enticing him.
“Bend over, baby girl. Show me that tight, little pussy I love so much.” Rafael
demanded in a sickeningly sweet tone of voice. Scott shifted his feet further
apart, bending over despite his mind’s varying objections. He couldn’t believe
he was submitting to the man that had caused him and his mom so much grief, but
there he was using his hands to spread his ass cheeks and give his dad an
unobstructed view of his hole.
With just a few words his dad had him hard as a rock and bending over for him.
Part of him was disgusted with himself for giving in so easily, completely
without a fight, but another part of him was almost salivating at the thought
of getting fucked by his daddy again. He couldn’t deny that there was a part of
him that wanted this, that had missed it since his father abandoned him and his
mom.
“Dad w—?” Scott started.
“Shut up, bitch .” Rafael said briskly. Scott closed his mouth swallowing his
words like a good girl. He heard his dad shuffle closer towards him, but he was
still taken by surprised when he felt a finger circle his rim. He gasped, his
slightly damp hole clenching instinctually.
“Still so sensitive…” Rafael muttered chuckling under his breath again. “You
always did have the best pussy in town.”
Warmth settled in Scott’s belly, quickly followed by nausea. He’d forgotten how
much he love/hated the praise; the nasty, dirty, bad-wrong praise his father
had raised him on for as long as he could remember. The same praise that
somehow made the degrading, humiliating comments that always tagged along
palatable.
Rafael ran his finger faintly, teasingly down the crack of Scott’s ass to his
son’s taint. Scott moaned from the barely-there touch, his cock harder than
ever. No one had touched him there since his father left, Scott had made sure
of it.
“Can’t wait to fuck your pussy again, baby.” Rafael vulgarly confessed tickling
the skin behind his son’s balls as he spoke. Scott’s dick jumped with each
caress. “Your teammates know what a greedy, cockwhore you are? Do they know how
you’ll do anything  to get a thick, fat cock up your tight, little pussy? Do
they know how loudly  you moan for your Daddy’s cock?”
With his cheeks burning in humiliation, Scott shook his head, whispering, “No…”
“No, what?” Rafael asked forcefully.
“No…Daddy…” Scott replied caving inwardly in embarrassment.
“Good girl.” Rafael praised removing his finger from Scott’s taint. Scott
couldn’t stop a soft sigh of relief from escaping. The moment it was out of his
mouth he knew his dad would make him pay for it. “Let’s move along now shall
we? Turn around, sweetie. Show me that pretty face again.”
Straightening up and spinning back around to face his father, Scott could see
the salacious glint in his father’s eye and he wanted to hurl. Or have his
father grab him and pull him into a passionate, biting kiss. Startled by that
impulse Scott hardly noticed when his dad raised his pointer finger and ran it
across his own, uneven jaw line. But he did notice when the finger drifted up
and began to trace his lips.
“God! I’ve missed these big, dick-sucking lips of yours, baby girl.” Rafael
cooed as he unashamedly fingered his son’s lips like he was applying lipstick
to them. “It’s been so hard  to find a bitch up north with lips like yours and
skills to match.”
Shutting his eyes tightly Scott fought the urge to lick his lips. He fought the
urge to take his dad’s finger into his mouth and suck on it until all he could
taste was pure Rafael. He could smell himself on his father’s finger; the
fresh, clean scent of the remains of the soap mixed with the musky odor of his
most private places.
Seemingly reading his son’s mind Rafael said, “Aw, don’t fight it, baby. If you
wanna suck my finger, go ahead.”
Scott’s eyes flew open at the invitation.
“Or would you prefer something thicker to fill your mouth with?” Rafael teased
retracting his finger, making the decision for Scott. The teen’s stomach was
doing summersaults, his dick drooling precome and twitching in the cooling air
of the locker room as he watched his father undo his belt and unzip his suit
pants. Scott stared, flat-out stared covetously as his father’s crotch. His
eyes transfixed and his mouth watering. Scott licked his lips unconsciously.
Seeing all this Rafael smirked. “Go ahead, bitch, get on your knees. Its time
you gave your Daddy a real  hello.”
Biting his bottom lip, Scott stood rooted to the spot, struggling with his
body’s pleading urge to obey his father’s command. No one had ever confused
Rafael with a patient man. Grabbing a handful of his son’s thick hair, Rafael
tugged Scott down onto his knees.
“Go on, bitch .” Rafael commanded gruffly. “Don’t make me do all the work.”
Looking up at his father, Scott’s mind seemed to catch up to the moment: he was
on his knees, his face mere inches from his dad’s crotch, his dad was looming
over him expectantly, and there was a hand insistently gripping his hair.
Scott’s attention snapped to the suit-covered crotch in front of him and almost
not meaning to he dove in nose-first.
He unabashedly nuzzled the half-hard dick he found waiting behind the thin
layer of fabric. He took deep whiffs of that private place he had spent his
childhood learning about. The musky scent of his father’s crotch was home to
him in the most twisted way. This was the scent that made Scott weak in the
knees, eager and begging to bend over. This was the scent that had his mouth
watering in anticipation and his hole itching to be filled; filled with the
only cock that would ever feel right: his father Rafael’s. He still had wet
dreams about this cock. It still haunted him when he jerked off. It still
brought heat to his belly and electric thrills throughout his body. Even after
all the intervening years, his dad’s dick had his own hard and aching and
dripping. 
Scott rubbed his entire face in his dad’s crotch, marking himself in his
father’s scent like he was an animal. He kissed the hardening shaft hidden from
his roving mouth by cloth.
“There ya go, bitch.” Rafael hummed in his throat. Pleased with the sudden
onslaught, he loosened his grip on Scott’s hair, but didn’t completely let go.
“Miss me?”  
“Yes…Daddy…” Scott groaned out being honest with his father and himself. He
fished his dad’s now fully hard, thick cock and pendulous balls out of their
confines. Without any fabric in the way now Scott began to lick his father’s
cock like a lollipop. From root to tip he licked his way up until he reached
his father’s piss slit where he lapped the pre-come waiting there for him. That
simple taste of his father made his own dick throb. This was the cock that made
him, the cock that he had been taught to love and worship as a kid, the cock
that he hated as much as he craved; this was the cock of the man who ruined him
forever and now he had another chance of tasting it, worshiping it, hating it,
loving it…and Scott couldn’t wait any longer.
Defaulting to the training he had received growing up, Scott cupped his
father’s cum-filled balls in his hands like they were holy things and looked up
at his father silently asking for permission.
Smiling down on his naked, kneeling son, Rafael only had one thing to say, “Go
for it, bitch.”
Wasting no time Scott stroked his father’s dick pulling the foreskin down so he
could tongue the frenulum before sucking the entire head of his dad’s cock into
his mouth.
Suddenly memories Scott had spent years trying to repress flooded back.
Memories sprang up of kneeling in front of Rafael for hours, while his mom was
out of the house, sucking his dad off as his dad watched Sunday night football.
He could remember the smell of his dad’s beer, the taste of his dad’s cock
after being cooped up for hours in his Sunday best and the taste of his dad’s
piss. He could remember the hours of being on his knees as he sucked his dad to
the edge over and over again, play after play, until his dad would pull him off
during the commercials to stave off his orgasm until just the right moment when
he’d unleash his pent up load all over his son.
Remembering what his father liked Scott pulled off the head of Rafael’s dick
and kissed his way back down to his dad’s sizable balls. Taking his dad’s balls
into his mouth Scott let his dad’s cock fall against his face. Looking up at
his father under his lashed, Scott gave Rafael a nice Kodak moment.
“You remembered.” Rafael tittered petting his son’s hair fondly, like he was a
pet. “What a good, little bitch you are.”
Moaning around his mouthful Scott’s dick lurched. Rafael let out a soft groan
in response. Quietly Rafael commanded, “Get on with it, baby. Daddy’s waited a
long time for this.”
Scott hadn’t sucked a dick in years, but the know-how and muscle memory came
back to him just like riding a bike. He sucked the head of his dad’s dick like
a lollipop for a bit before descending and taking half of the long, thick cock
into his mouth, stopping as he felt the head of his dad’s dick poke the back of
his mouth. His dad had fucked the gag reflex out of him a long time ago, but he
gagged anyway for effect as he took his dad deeper and deeper until he got his
father’s entire dick down his throat.
From there it was simple work to get his father to the edge. Suck, lick, twist,
fondle, jerk, suck…repeat…etc…Once he got his father close, Rafael took over
taking rough grips of his son’s hair and pounding into his son’s throat with
abandon, face-fucking his son into oblivion. Like the well-trained boy he was
Scott took it, his eyes watering, his breathing erratic, his own sizable cock
throbbing painfully erect from the forceful treatment.
“Fuck! Its nice to have a bitch again!” Rafael professed as he savagely
thrusted past his son’s stretched lips, shoving his cock into his son’s
constricting throat. Scott moaned around his father’s dick and that was enough
to make his father cum. Shooting his first couple spurts directly into Scott’s
gullet, Rafael then pulled out, his dick oozing cum along Scott’s tongue and
then firing spurts all over Scott’s upturned face. Rafael released his
stranglehold on Scott’s hair and stroked his dick aiming his cum to land on as
much of Scott’s face and hair as possible.
Panting, aching to lick up his father’s jizz and beat off with it on his
tongue, Scott struggled to remain still. His father must’ve picked up on it
because he then began sliding his dick around Scott’s face smearing his cum
into his son’s skin smirking as Scott licked after his father’s cock each time
he passed by the boy’s mouth.
“Cum, bitch.” Rafael commanded. Scott barely had time to grab his dick,
pointing it down before he came onto the locker room floor with a muffled
grunt.
Rafael laughed. “You always were an easy bitch. Now suck me dry.”
Scott obliged, greedily sucking his dad’s cock back into his mouth to get more
of the salty, tangy fluid into his mouth. Random memories of his dad cumming in
his food and drink regularly, to the point that when Rafael left Scott actually
found himself craving the bitter, salty fluid. He found himself eating certain
foods and thinking they were missing something because they lacked the taste of
his father. Scott had to relearn how things were supposed to taste after his
dad left and since then he had gone straight. He had never tasted any man’s
cum, not even his own. Scott kept sucking until his dad’s dick was completely
flaccid. Only then with a dirty plop did he let the cock slip from his red,
swollen lips. Only then did he cautiously open his eyes and look up at his
father. Rafael looked down on his thoroughly debauched son and smiled.
“Put my dick back, bitch.” Rafael gently ordered. He looked down at the puddle
of cum Scott had shot onto the floor and said, “You’re lucky you didn’t get
your sissy squirt all over my Prada loafers. I’d make you tongue bathe them
clean if you had.”
Looking at his son’s face again, Rafael paused. “Damn you look good covered in
my spunk, baby girl.”
Then an evil idea popped into Rafael’s mind. Scott could see it in his dad’s
wicked grin. “Don’t shower again tonight. Wear my cum around. Go see that girl
you’ve been ‘dating’…” He said with air quotes. “Let her taste my cum on your
tongue and wonder who the hell you’ve been fucking.”
Using his thumb to rub a speck of his cum deeper into his son’s skin Rafael’s
features went soft like he was looking at something sweet, not his teenaged son
kneeling naked on the ground in front of him covered in his  jizz. “Kiss her
one last time baby girl cause come tomorrow morning you won’t be seeing her
ever again. Is that understood, bitch?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Scott answered hoarsely, nodding his head.
“Good.” Rafael said patting Scott on the head. “I’ll see you tomorrow, baby,
for Round Two.”
Zipping up and buckling his belt, Rafael walked away from Scott and headed out
of the smelly locker room. Scott stayed kneeling where he was. He licked his
lips and began scooping up remnants of his father’s cum, taking the time to
smell the bitter fluid before licking some of it off his fingers and rubbing
the rest of it into the skin of his face; he left the globs in his hair where
they were as his father commanded.
That being done he got up from the tiled floor and proceeded to get dressed.
When he finished dressing he moped up his cum with his discarded towel and
tossed into the dirty towel hamper. As he walked out of the locker room with
his backpack slung on one shoulder he took out his cell phone from his pocket
and he sent Kira a text:
           Hey. Can I cum over real quick. I need 2 c u.
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