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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage, Rape/Non-Con
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Rafael_McCall/Scott_McCall
  Character:
      Rafael_McCall, Scott_McCall, Stiles_Stilinski, Coach_Finstock
  Additional Tags:
      Unhealthy_Relationships, Incest, Parent/Child_Incest, Father/Son_Incest,
      Feminization, Sexist_Language, Blow_Jobs, Oral_Sex, Deepthroating, Rough
      Handjobs, Break_Up, Lies, Exhibitionism_Kink, Incest_Kink, Scent_Kink,
      Slut_Shaming, Dom/sub, Dom!Rafael, sub!Scott, Come_Eating, Manipulation,
      Public_Sex, Finger_Sucking, Introspection, Verbal_Humiliation, Butt
      Plugs, Phone_Calls_&_Telephones, Top_Rafael, Bottom_Scott, Conditioning,
      Underage_Rape/Non-con
  Series:
      Part 2 of Daddy_Wanted_A_*Bad_Word*
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-11-28 Words: 3092
****** The Man That Opened The Door ******
by kestra_troi
Summary
     Round Two…Fight! JK. No fighting, just smut. This is the much-
     anticipated sequel to The Man That Ruined Him. It’s probably best to
     read that fic first, so that this one makes total sense.
Notes
     The title comes from a quote in the Drew Barrymore film “Ever After”.
     In the part just before the ball where Da Vinci frees Cinderella from
     her cellar/dungeon. The servants all say he’ll be famous and he says,
     “Yes, I shall go down in history as the man who opened a door.” It’s
     my favorite line in the whole thing, and I’m using it here, make of
     that what you will. I think it’s a bit too on the nose, but it’s the
     best I could come up with on such little sleep.
The break-up with Kira was oddly anti-climatic, at least for Scott. She didn’t
understand why he was suddenly breaking things off and it wasn’t as if he could
tell her the truth: that he was dumping her for his own father. He couldn’t say
that he would rather bend over for the man that abandoned him than be with her.
How could he explain that  to her? It wasn’t logical, it wasn’t loving, and it
sure wasn’t legal, but it was the one thing Scott had craved for as long as he
could remember.
She cried. He stood there calm and placid. Whatever he had felt for her had
dried up the instant he had gotten on his knees for his father again. That was
where he belonged, that had always been where he belonged, but he couldn’t say
that, so he didn’t say much of anything. Her voice quivered with tears, while
he remained composed, like he wasn’t even really there.
Shaken by the suddenness of the whole thing she repeatedly asked him: “Why?!
Why?!”
All Scott could do was shrug and say, “I just can’t  see you anymore. I’m
sorry…I’m sorry…I’m sorry…”
After awhile she stopped asking and slammed the door in his face. He couldn’t
blame her. With another quiet apology Scott got on his bike and rode home. When
he stopped at the intersection of Elm and Carter Streets he sent a text to his
father:
 
 Broke up w/ girlfriend.
 
By the time he got home he had received his father’s reply:
 
 Good girl.
 
Blushing Scott put his phone away and locked up his bike. He walked into his
childhood home with a dumb smile on his face and a slight erection in his
jeans, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was his father’s praise and the
warm feeling he got from it. Things felt right again. He  felt right again.
What was a girlfriend compared to that?
A few hours later Scott got another text from his dad. This one read:
 
 Good girl, Scottie. Ill c u Tuesday to give u ur reward…
                                       *
Scott’s memories revolving around his father were invariably sexual. That’s all
his and Rafael’s relationship had ever been: sex. Scott couldn’t remember a
time “before”, before he would be forced to bend over and either suck his dad
off or take his dad’s thick cock up the ass. There was no “before” for them as
far as he could remember.
In some ways Scott felt like Rafael was less his father and more his
cosmically-assigned lover/master, the incest aspect just made it all hotter.
Knowing that it was his father’s dick, knowing that he was sucking the same
meat that had sexed his mother, eating the same cum that had made him, knowing
those things aroused him in a way that regular sex with his few girlfriends
hadn’t…couldn’t.
As much as he had tried with both Allison and Kira the fire in his gut never
showed up with them. Without his father, without the humiliation, without the
illicitness, without the taboo nature of it all sex was unfulfilling.
Enjoyable…nice…but unfulfilling. He never blamed the girls for his lack of
outstanding orgasms and he always did his best to get them off as spectacularly
as he could, but sex with them had never been on par with any memory of him and
his dad. And sometimes if Scott was being honest, it was the memories of his
dad that had gotten him off and not his partners.
Memories of being taken and used long before he understood what any of that
meant, memories of sex late at night when he was barely awake or early in the
morning under the kitchen table so he wouldn’t be caught by his mom, memories
of orgasms that happened too early in life for them to count, but that haunted
him nonetheless. Sometimes when Scott was with Allison or Kira he would feel
guilty for leading them on, putting on a show for their benefit. He could never
crave them  the way he was supposed to, he could never adore them  like he did
Rafael, as fucked up as it was.
Which was why Scott was almost relieved breaking things off with Kira. Now that
he had someone’s permission he felt like a burden had been lifted off his
shoulders; he wouldn’t have to pretend anymore. No more pretending to be the
dutiful boyfriend when he really wanted to be his Daddy’s cum-whore. No more
pretending to be satisfied topping, when he really wanted to be stuffed with
his Daddy’s cock. No more pretending to be a macho hetero boy, when he really
wanted to be Daddy’s little girl-slut. And he wanted it so bad, so desperately
that his hole actually itched for it.
He wanted his father’s cock inside him so bad he caught himself staring at the
dicks he was surrounded by in the locker room. Comparing them, looking for a
substitute, but none of them came close to the perfection that was his dad’s
cock. Not that he would actually have the nerve to hook up with one of his
teammates, but the yen for cock that had lied dormant for so long had now
flared up hot and heavy with a vengeance. Tuesday couldn’t come soon enough.
                                       *
It was the middle of practice and instead of being out on the lacrosse field
leading his team in their drills Scott was in the Coach’s office…on his
knees…sucking his dad’s cock. It was Tuesday, Round Two.
Rafael was dressed in one of his business suits, relaxing in the Coach’s
leather seat, with an all-geared up Scott between his legs. His boy’s mop of
curly black hair bobbed up and down as Scott was hurriedly trying to get his
dad off before practice ended and Coach came back to his office to find his
team captain sucking dick and specifically his own father’s dick. That couldn’t
be explained away not even with Coach being Coach.
The older man was enjoying his son’s enthusiasm, the sheer terror of possibly
being caught was exhilarating, and coupled with his son’s overeager performance
Rafael was close to cumming. But Rafael was never one to rush when he didn’t
absolutely have to.
“Hey, hey baby girl, slow down, there’s no rush. Take your time.” Scott’s
father said. He gently ran a hand through his son’s sweaty hair before gripping
the mass tightly, slowing his son’s movements. “Nice and slow…Yeah, there’s my
good, little girl doing what she does best: sucking her Daddy’s cock…nice and
slow. There’s a good bitch.”
Scott’s cock throbbed painfully against his cup as he moaned around his
father’s dick. It was so hot to be sucking his dad’s thick piece of man-meat.
It was hot that he was being forced to slow down and enjoy his reward: to
appreciate the weight of his father in his mouth, the glorious smell of his
dad’s junk after having been confined underneath layers of fabric for hours,
the taste of this father’s cum that he was getting more and more of as he went.
It was hot to know that any minute someone could barge in and see him debasing
himself on his father’s cock, for  his father’s cock. Someone could see him
being a good girl for his Daddy and that thought spurred him to do this right,
to take his time and enjoy the moment.
An obscene smile appeared on Rafael’s face as he watched his son devour his
cock and moan at the praise of being Daddy’s good, little bitch. The older man
was glad to see that some things never change, that his son was still as much
an attention-whore now as he had been as a child. Even after all the years
apart Scott was still his bitch, to the point that Scott had eagerly broken up
with his Asian girlfriend to keep getting cock. His  cock. Rafael liked owning
his son and knowing he did brightened his smile as he edged closer and closer
towards his release while Scott took his cock down his throat again and again.
“You’ve always been Daddy’s pretty, little cockwhore, baby. Don’t ever change.”
Rafael gloated as he began pumping his hips up, grinding his cock deeper into
his son’s throat as he neared his orgasm. “Make Daddy proud sweetheart…make me
cum, bitch.”
Ignoring his watering eyes and aching jaw, Scott redoubled his efforts to get
his father off. Forgetting about practice and his hard-on painfully pressing
against the cup under his lacrosse pants Scott solely focused on his dad’s
impending release. He was so wrapped up in getting his reward for good behavior
he didn’t hear the outside door to the locker room opening. He didn’t hear the
shuffling of feet or the smattering of voices calling for him. Then there was a
knock on the door.
Both the McCall men tensed. Rafael unloaded down his son’s throat, pushed over
the edge by the thought of being caught feeding his cum to his own son. While
holding Scott firmly in place there came another knock.
“Hey, Scott! You in there!?” The unmistakable voice of Scott’s best friend
Stiles came through the frosted glass of the Coach’s office door. Rafael rolled
his eyes.
“Everything’s fine, Genim! Go tell your coach we’ll be done in a second!”
Rafael called. Both father and son could feel Stiles’ indignation through the
door. First from being misnamed and second being sent off like a minion to do
Rafael’s bidding, which he hated to vehemently. There was a huff from the other
side of the door and then the sounds of someone walking away. In the clear
Rafael turned his attention back to his kneeling son and loosened his death
grip on Scott’s hair. “We’re just having a nice, loving family chat. Aren’t we,
sweetheart?”
Sniffling Scott pulled off his dad’s softening cock. Wiping his snotty, tear-
streaked, spit-covered face with the back of his hand, Scott softly replied
with a raspy, “Yes, Daddy.”
“You cum?” Rafael asked curtly.
“No, sir.”
“Can’t have that now can we?” Rafael mocked. Grabbing his son’s hair again and
wrenching his head back Rafael shoved his other hand down Scott’s lacrosse
pants. Taking a firm hold of Scott’s dick, Rafael teased, “You like having
Daddy touch your little clit, don’t you, you stupid slut?”
“Yes, Daddy…” Scott sighed as his dick throbbed from the rough treatment.
“Then cum for me already, bitch.” Rafael commanded. “Squirt inside your little
jock.”
Biting back a squeal worthy of any woman in porn, Scott unloaded inside his
jock and on his father’s hand. Rafael roughly pumped his son through his
aftershocks and diddled the boy until he started to soften. Only then did he
pull his hand away.
“You got your sissy squirt all over my hand, ya dumb skank.” Rafael sneered.
“Suck it off.”
Leaning forward Scott sucked his own cum off his dad’s fingers. Impatient for
it to be done, Rafael just plunged the majority of his hand into his son’s
mouth. He figured the kid could handle it. Scott gagged at the abrupt
intrusion, his eyes snapping shut and watering all over again. After letting
his hand get nice and wet with Scott’s saliva Rafael pulled it out just as
brusquely as he had shoved it in. Without warning Rafael smacked Scott in the
face, not hard enough to hurt much, but strong enough to get the boy’s
attention.
“That’s for getting me wet with your sissy squirt, ya dumb cow.” Rafael
explained, pulling a handkerchief from his suit pocket and drying his hand with
it. Then Rafael reached down and cleaned off his dick with the same white
hankie. Scott stayed on his knees exactly where he had been for the last thirty
some odd minutes.
Rafael tucked himself back into his pants and zipped up. He looked down at his
son and smirked derisively. He pushed his son backwards and tossed his used
handkerchief on Scott’s face. “Keep it as a memento for a job well done.”
With his dick back inside his pants and his clean up routine complete Rafael
casually walked over to the door and opened it just a crack. “We’ll talk again
soon.” Rafael informed his kid. “I’ll text you the when and where.”
Taking the hankie out of his face Scott stood up unsteadily nodding his
understanding.
“You look fucking wrecked .” Rafael taunted with absolutely no shame coloring
his tone. He snorted contentedly. “Have a good practice, baby girl. And I’ll
see you later.”
The door closed. Scott began to come out of his post-orgasmic haze. He could
imagine how he looked: messed up hair, swollen lips, blushed cheeks, red-rimmed
eyes and to top it all off a ridiculous puppy-dog smile.
Adjusting his wet jock as best he could Scott crossed to the door and left
Coach’s office giving one last look to make sure no kind of evidence was left
behind. He made a stop at his gym slot to deposit his father’s handkerchief in
his backpack before popping his helmet and gloves on, grabbing his lacrosse
stick, and heading back to the field.
Practice was still going on. Having to come up with an explanation of the fly,
Scott schooled his expression and made his way up to his coach. “Sorry, I’m
late, Coach. My dad just told me my grandmother died and—”
“Say no more.” Coach Finstock said. “I had a grandmother once. Just one. She
died when I was in college. That woman was the toughest, meanest, sharpshooter
in all the world. God I loved that woman! Take a seat on the bench, McCall! No
one should play lacrosse when their grandmother dies.”
Surprised with his coach’s odd moment of human empathy Scott took a second to
understand what the man said, but once he got it he sat down on the bench.
Right next to Stiles. Giving the bored teen a chance to pester his best friend
for information.
“So what really  happened in there? Grandmother McCall is still kicking it at
the home and your other grandma’s been dead for years. So what did Rafa really
want?” Stiles asked taking in his friend’s lack of sadness.
“Nothing.” Scott lied, easily as breathing. “We just talked.”
“Hmmm…” Stiles didn’t seem convinced and Scott didn’t bother trying to finish
the job. He was too focused on the future, his future with his dad, his future
hook ups with his dad. Not even Stiles could compete with that.
                                       *
A week passed before Scott got heard from his dad again. He ran into the man in
public, surrounded by polite company, but they were never alone. They never had
the chance to get together. A week was a long time to a teenager, an unholy
burden to someone with Scott’s libido. He had never gone so long without
masturbating, but he knew better than to do that without his dad’s permission,
so he waited. He waited patiently at first, and then he started getting cranky.
Seven days to the tee passed when Scott finally got a call from his father.
Scott was alone at home unhappily passing the time doing homework. His phone
rang. He looked at the caller id and his stomach flipped in excitement. He
accepted the call.
“Hey there, baby girl.” Rafael greeted.
“Hi, Daddy.” Scott replied in an exaggeratedly feminine voice. It was all
coming back to him now, all the little ways Rafael had trained him to play the
part of girlie slut to his studly Adonis, like affecting his voice when they
talked on the phone.
“I’ve been thinking about you, baby. Been thinking about you a lot.” Rafael
admitted. Scott could hear the smile in his dad’s voice. “You’ve been thinking
about me?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Tell me.” Rafael insisted
“I’ve been thinking about your cock, Daddy.” Scott confessed. “I’ve been
thinking about you fucking my pussy with your huge Daddy dick.”
“Yeah, baby-slut, I have been too.” Rafael cooed. “Been thinking about that
tight, hot pussy of yours a lot lately. Been thinking it’s about time you
showed your Daddy a good time. I’ve let you have your sissy fun and now its
time you gave back. Don’t you agree, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Now pay attention…” Rafael instructed. “Last time I saw you I hid a
special toy in your lacrosse bag. Do you have your bag?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good, go find it.”
Leaping out of his seat Scott rushed over to his lacrosse bag and began
searching the pockets for his surprise. In one of the pockets he never used was
an object he hadn’t put there. He pulled out a rubber cock. “Found it, Daddy.”
“That’s my girl!” Rafael praised. “Always so good at getting cock, even fake
ones. Anyway, I want you to put that nice rubber dick in your pussy tonight
before you go to bed. I want you to wear it all day tomorrow and then tomorrow
night I’m going to text you an address. Be there by 8pm. That plug better be in
your pussy, or you’ll have to wait a whole other week before I fuck you.
Understand, skank?”
“Yes, sir, Daddy. I understand.”
“Right then. I’ll see you tomorrow night, bitch. Bye.” With that Rafael hung
up. Scott put his phone down and examined the rubber toy his father had given
him. It wasn’t near as long or thick as Rafael’s cock, but it wasn’t teeny-tiny
either. Going over to his bedside table Scott grabbed the tube of lube he kept
there. Pulling down his pants and his boxers Scott lubed up some of his
fingers.
Since his father left he’d never let anyone or anything near his ass aside from
the occasional finger. His finger. But he had never allowed himself to indulge
in anal sex after his dad left. It didn’t seem right to even though the urge to
be filled was a strong one.
Over time Scott had managed to forget what it was like to be stuffed full of
cock. Tonight was his reintroduction. In less than an hour Scott had fingered
himself enough to get the plug up his ass. That being done he pulled up his
clothes and tried to go back to his homework half-hard and aching for release.
Needless to say his homework didn’t get done. Scott was too distracted thinking
about tomorrow night and his first time getting fucked in years. He couldn’t
wait.
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