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Scott wiped the sweat from his forehead after rummaging through the many boxes in the attic in his family home. He was doing a favor for his mother who was finally getting rid of things that belonged to her ex husband. Scott could barely remember a time that his parents had been married, only flashes from the end right before the divorce. Clearing out boxes, he found many that held a lot of memories from his childhood, things he took pictures of and sent to his mom or friends to reminisce about.
While separating things he knew were his mom's and things he figured were his dad's, Scott found a stack of old VHS tapes tucked away, their labels faded. He sent a message to his mom about them but she didn't know what they could've been. Finding an VCR, he went downstairs to the living room and tried to hook everything up. It took a bit before Scott figured out how to connect the ancient technology to his mom's modern TV but eventually he was able to do it.
Popping in the first one, it seemed to be grainy footage from some Christmas morning. A very young Scott, probably around four or five, was tearing into the presents in front of a twinkling tree, his laughter echoing the the TV speakers. His dad, Rafael, loomed in the background for some of it, smiling at the camera before taking it to film Scott and his mom continue to open presents. Scott smiled at the video, not remembering the day very well but remembered the toys he got.
Ejecting that one and putting in the next one, he was surprised to see his 6th birthday party. He remembered that one since it was the first time he'd had friends from school over for his birthday. The video showed him blowing out his candles before smiling a gap toothed grin to the camera. He barely remembered that his dad had recorded it. Scott laughed at the antics of him and his friends got up to and were caught on camera.
In a good mood, Scott popped in the third tape, expecting to see some other great day from his past. But as the video started, it seemed off. For one thing the angle was off, like the camera was positioned somewhere high enough to capture everything. On the screen was his childhood room, the blue walls that hadn't changed since and the little racecar bed he eventually outgrew. On the bed was a young, maybe six or seven year old Scott, sprawled on the sheet, naked. His small body looked limp, not like he was just merely sleeping but completely knocked out. Scott's heart started to race as he watched a some familiar hands spread his legs.
"That's it, Scotty, just relax for daddy."
His father climbed onto the small bed, thick cock already hard and pointed right at the boy's exposed hole. He positioned it just right, slowly pushing in, the boy's body putting up no resistance. Scott watched in horror as his father started to thrust in earnest, grunting as he went deeper, all the while the boy's face was slack and eyes closed. Eventually, Rafael made a noise signalling that he had cum, proving that he did as he pulled out, cum leaking from the slightly gaped hole. Rafael cleaned himself up on the available sheets before covering his boy up, like nothing ever happened.
Scott's hands shook as he ejected the tape, fumbling for another one as bile rose into his throat. That must've been a hallucination, that was all. He had not actually seen that.
But as the next video started, he realized it was real. On the screen was a young Scott again, more than likely drugged up again from how his naked body was positioned. He was older in that video, his bed had changed so it must've been while he'd been around nine. Rafael entered the frame, instead of already being naked, he gave the camera a show by stripping down to reveal him hard cock. He easily flipped his son onto his stomach, unceremoniously spit on the boy's hole before basically ramming his cock inside. The man's thrusts were relentless, causing the bed to creak under the force.
"Fuck, you're so tight!" Rafael growled, giving his son's ass a good slap as he pounded away.
Scott sat there numb, watching his own father violate him, cumming yet again inside his young body that slightly twitched in his sleep. He didn't even realize he'd switched tapes until he saw his awkward teenage self in the screen. It wasn't in his childhood bedroom like the others, remembering that it was the spare room at Rafael's place only used when Scott was forced to visit his dad. Like all the other videos, Scott was named, but it looked like he was sloppily undressed since his clothes were still on the bed. Rafael entered the frame again, naked that time, and quickly straddled his son's face, forcing his cock down the boy's throat and humping away. After a bit, he pulled out and moved down, spreading Scott's legs before sliding inside. The unconscious Scott had drool falling from his mouth onto the pillow, barely making a sound as he was fucked.
"I've missed this, son," Rafael moaned out, chasing his release until he filled his boy yet again.
The tape eventually ended, as Scott sat there frozen, what he just watched burned into his memory. How was that possible? And why did his dad do it?
The front door creaked open. At first, Scott thought it was his mom coming back from work, wondering how he was going to explain the tapes, but instead it was Rafael that rounded the corner.
"Looks like you found my collection," he said casually, noticing the VHS tapes scattered around. "You were always so good like that. Taking it all."
Scott stood up quickly, his fists clenched. "Are you fucking kidding me? You...you... did that to me as a kid!"
Rafael shrugged, a smirk on his lips. "Of course I did. Put something in your drink and had my way with you. No fuss, no tears."
"How could you?" Scott's voice cracked, betrayal evident. "I'm your son." Then a horrifying thought crossed his mind. "Did Mom know?"
His father looked at him like he was an idiot. "You think I would've given up the chance to fuck you? She didn't realize what I was doing."
"Why me?"
"Because you're mine, Scott. Always have been, always will be."
Tears formed in Scott's eyes. "When did it stop?"
Rafael's eyes darkened, his smile turning sharp. "It never stopped, son."
Before Scott could react to hearing such a thing, Rafael lunged forward, punching his son in the head and sending Scott to crumple to the floor. With his boy's body limp, Rafael didn't waste any time. He dragged his son to the couch, stripping off his clothes with practiced ease. Scott's cock flopped out, soft and unaware, as his chest rose and fell like every time before. Rafael freed his own cock, already leaking precum at the familiar sight. He grabbed onto Scott's legs and lifted them over his shoulders, spitting on the exposed hole, the only lube Scott deserved before pushing his cock inside. The hole clenched around him, almost like it could remember what it was meant to do.
"Just like old times," he moaned, pounded harder.
He gripped his unconscious son's thigh so hard it started to leave small finger bruises as he continued to fuck Scott. Eventually, he roared, burying himself all the way in as he came inside his son's hole. Slowly pulling out, he smirked as he watched his cum leak out of the abused hole. Grabbing a nearby blanket, Rafael wiped his cock on it to clean himself before laying the blanket over Scott, just like he did when his son was a kid.
After getting dressed, he gathered up all the VHS tapes and anything else he'd ever left behind and walked out of the house. He knew eventually Scott would wake up and either confront him again or try and avoid him for the rest of either of their lives. Either way, Rafael took comfort that both knew what had happened for years and would keep happening no matter what.