"Rise and shine, asshole! Get up!"
Oscar felt the sheets of his bed rudely ripped off. It was the first day of summer.
"I...why are you waking me up, son? It's my day off." Oscar asked innocently. The slap across his face woke him right up.
"You think this is a game, SON? Whatever the Madame Illusia did to me, it fucking worked because I feel great. Whatever wish she granted for you worked, because I feel like pancakes, bacon and eggs. Get cracking on that, because you're my new slave! Get out of bed!"
Oscar couldn't believe he was going along with this. He felt small and admonished.
"Why did you slap me?" He pouted, sounding like a small, admonished child.
"Because you called me son and there's a new pecking order around here, old man! See, I'm in charge, so I'm the dad." David concluded. He was only 5 feet tall. He was ten years old and a foot taller than most ten year olds. Oscar was a foot taller than his son and yet he was now completely afraid of making David angry or of disobeying him.
For all of his life, Oscar had dreamed of being a dom's slave. His dom had left not being satisfied with their lives and he took a job in another state. He had resettled with a new slave who was younger, more muscular and hotter than Oscar. He had felt so alone raising his biological son and had dreamed of the day when he could be owned again by the right dom. Now, amazingly, his ten year old son was filling the role his previous dom had filled. And it was incredible. He felt the dominance, arrogance, impatience, and overall alpha superiority oozing out of his ten year old son's mouth.
"I don't know WHAT I was thinking looking up to you before!" David exclaimed. Oscar rushed to go make his new "Dad" breakfast.
"Do I...really have to call you Dad?"
"Yeah, and don't ask again. I give the orders around here now, shit for brains! You do as I tell you to do!"
"Yes, Sir. I'll do whatever you tell me to do, Dad." Oscar couldn't believe how humiliating this was...and yet it felt so right! Why? It had to be the Madame Illusia's magic!
He made breakfast for his son and thus began a truly new phase in their lives. Oscar was no longer father, but rather son and slave to his ten year old boy.
"Okay, Dad. GIve me your credit card. I'm gonna need to buy some things."
"But...I can't afford a whole lot, Sir."
The slap across the face made Oscar cry out and whimper. He put a hand to his face.
"I don't GIVE a shit what you think. I'm not asking you to think. Am I, stupid?"
"No, Daddy. I'm sorry," the grown man fished out his wallet and handed it over to his son. He was giving his son the ability to do whatever he wanted. Surely, he must be a terrible parent.
"Now look, dummy. I'm not gonna spend more than you have. Follow me."
Oscar followed his new "Dad" into his bedroom, where David turned on his computer.
"I want you to give me your online banking information. Username and password."
Oscar did so, and David saw how much was in the account.
"What are the normal bill amounts for mortgage and utilities?"
"How do you know about the mortgage?"
"I understand a lot more than you think, SON." The ten year old smiled knowingly, with an unsettling adult, confident grin.
"Alright. So all the money that's left over is MY money. I'm not going to spend us into the poorhouse, SON. I've just got to have this information so I can make decisions for this household. You can go now, SON. Your new Dad is gonna order a few things. Go downstairs and make me my breakfast and make me some coffee, too."
"But...yes, Sir." Oscar cowered at one look from his 5 foot tall son.
David came down in a good mood. He swaggered over to eat his breakfast, prepared by his new slave.
"Mmmm, smells good! I didn't say you could eat breakfast. You get down on your knees and watch me." David told the much older man who he used to call Dad. Oscar complied. David held out a piece of bacon. "Don't use your hands. Eat directly out of my hand. This is the new rule. You only eat what I give you at meals. No more forks for you, slave."
"Yes, Sir." Oscar said, looking up at his son, who had somehow surpassed him in terms of beauty by far. He couldn't believe how ugly he was in comparison. His son could be a child actor or a model. He had a superior look to him. Narrow eyes and beautiful ginger-blond hair that was slicked back in a more 60s style haircut. Buzzed on the side. Slick in the middle with pomade. David had taken an interest in grooming and it made him all the more appealing.
Oscar spent his day off from work mowing the lawn, doing laundry, getting meals prepared for his new Master and doing the dishes.
A week passed of this new reality. Oscar was trying to get used to thinking of David as Dad, or Master. David had no problem thinking of his father as Boy, Son, and Slave. A few packages arrived and by now David was now two inches taller. He was growing so fast it was uncanny. 5'2" and no end in sight. Oscar gulped thinking about how fast his son was approaching his own height.
"Master, you have packages that have arrived. Shall I open them for you, Sir?"
"Yeah, you do that, shit for brains. Open my new loot!" The handsome boy ordered him.
He complied. Inside one package were a pipe stand and about 8 vintage antique smoking pipes, all in good condition. The other package was filled with pipe tobacco. Oscar was stunned. His son was going to be a pipe smoker? He had fantasized about having a pipe smoking daddy all his life!
"Yeah, I'm going to start. No time like the present!" David helped himself to setting up his new pipes in Oscar's study, which was now DAVID's personal room that he had taken over. David got to work getting the tobacco out, stuffing it in the briar, and with a proud grin watched himself in the ornate mirror with the wooden carved frame in his new study taking the lighter out and puffing away with a disbelieving grin. His eyes bulged and he puffed happily, getting used to the way the air sucked in along with the most aromatic thing that had ever filled his mouth and nostrils. It was sheer heaven the way it smelled. Nothing compared with the aroma, the fucking beauty of it, the manliness of it, and the cedary sweetness that left his tongue longing for more.
"Come in, stupid. Sit down." He ordered Oscar. He undid his pants. David's dick was swelling up. "Your dad's in the mood for some serious pipe sex, boy!"
"Yes, Sir!" Oscar said and got on all fours. His son mounted him and while smoking and puffing on his pipe, thrust his giant fuckstick into his dad's more than willing hole. UNGHUNGHUNGUNGHUNG PUFF PUFF PUFF PUFF UNGUNGUNGUNGUNG PUFF PUFF PUFF. David's senses were overwhelmed with lust.
An hour later, after his man cock had been satiated, David announced he was going to allow his father to buy him some barbells and dumbbells that he had seen advertised online, being sold just a few miles away by a guy who was selling them on the cheap. They spent the rest of the day running the weights back to their house, and going to an exercise store where David could buy a few different benches and workout clothes.
And so began David's journey into true manhood and Masterhood.
He was 5'4" by the second week of summer. Oscar didn't have to look down on him as much. David started to work out furiously and his stubble was becoming pronounced. He now had a sandpaper look to him if he went more than a day without shaving! His ten year old boy looked more like 14 now. His muscles started to inflate a bit and he found himself flexing every day in front of the mirror after his workouts. For Oscar it was like some kind of long time lapse video where he was seeing his son zoom through his preteen years and into late teenhood.
He put on weight at an alarming rate. Just a few months ago, his darling precious, innocent boy had been a whopping 60 pounds and now he was more than double that at 125 pounds. David fucked Oscar and found he could now fuck him more comfortably while Oscar lay on the bed and David could lift the older man's legs up to fuck his sweet, well worn hole.
Another few weeks went by and he had gained an amazing five inches to bring him up to an adult height of 5'9". But of course he wasn't done yet.
"Slave, get over here. I just had a workout. Make me a smoothie!" David barked.
"Yes, Sir. Of course, Sir."
David sneered at the lesser man. "I want to try something new. C'mere, stupid. Go on. C'mere. Lick my boots, asshole." David lifted up the boot that Oscar's former dom had left behind. It now fit his son like a glove. He kissed the black boot and David told him. "Lick the underside of it. I've been stomping around town in these and I want you to kiss them and love them and lick them like the sick FAG YOU ARE!"
So he did, as he had no choice with his new teen master. He licked the boot and made love to its crevices.
David laughed. A rich new laugh that was deeper. David's voice had dropped as well. This last week it had changed several octaves until his voice was deeper than Oscar's by far! David's voice sounded like velvet and gravel alike. It was smooth and rich and deep. Oscar's voice was meek and nasally. "Hahahaha! What an incredible thing it is to own you as my fucking slave. I know you'll never know the feeling of happiness I have over owning you. Go get my pipe ready, fuckhead."
The next week, David bought a pull up bar for the basement and had his slave install it. Soon he was practicing pull ups like crazy in front of Oscar, who was now quite intimidated by the fact that he and his son were almost the same weight. His son was 5'9" and Oscar was 6'0" but they were only one pound apart. David smirked as he smoked his pipe and filled his mouth with its rich, manly, cedary odor. He chomped on the pipe as he ordered Oscar to worship his new muscles. He had developed an amazing physique in a short amount of time. He looked like a young teen bodybuilder at least age 15.
Going out in public was a very new experience. David would command where they went, when they needed to go. He was in charge of everything except driving and going to work. David still had to work and he missed his new Master, who was miraculously becoming the man of his dreams, he realized. David called Oscar by his first name in public, as a way of keeping them both in their respective roles. If they were in public, Oscar couldn't call his biological son Master, no matter how much he wanted to. But he could call him Sir now and if anyone ever overheard them they might think it odd or they might think it was being said out of mere joking affection. Just a father son in joke.
The next few weeks saw David furiously working out. He grew and grew and strutted around the house flexing and showing off. He pushed way past his father's weight and then some, going ten pounds heavier than Oscar in just a week! Oscar was always preparing food for his "Dad". David started to grow a small, short beard. His stubble was thick enough now. He shot up to 5'10", 5'11" and then finally after a week and a half he was at the exact same height as his father.
"How do you like that, shithead?" David said lighting up his pipe. His voice was booming now. And his weight had increased so dramatically that there were days where he was drinking gallons of protein shakes, and a ton of beef and rice, potatoes, oats, peanut butter, and chicken all to feed his growing frame. He packed on five pounds a day on some days. It was unfathomable to Oscar that this was happening. What would they tell the elementary school? His son no longer resembled a little 9 year old or 10 year old boy. Now he looked like he was a college freshman! A fucking stud who gained so much weight that he was now 30 pounds heavier than his father and it showed in every muscle region.
"170 pounds, shithead! Check it out!" David held up a bicep and ordered his former father to kiss it. "And guess what, dummy? I'm going to need some new ID. Now that I look like a grown man and a fucking STUD I'm going to need a driver's license. I found a guy who could forge all my documents by altering my birth certificate and medical records. All you need to do is watch me become your fucking ALPHA for life, faggot!"
"I'm so happy for you, Sir."
"Yeah, I'm pretty happy for me, too, fag! Now get going! I want you to get all those groceries for my growing muscle fuckstud alpha body!"
David was pleased he could now push his father around physically and intimidate him. He didn't have to but he liked doing it. He liked keeping his former father on his toes. Sometimes he would bark orders just to see his dad leap up out of whatever he was doing to immediately try to gratify his son's needs.
"But you don't know how to drive, Sir." he meekly said, as he drove the MAN who his son had become, to the DMV.
"I know everything there is to know about driving, SON. So just watch and learn." David swaggered into the office and aced the written test, and then was behind the wheel of their car, getting a perfect score and a license to boot.
David insisted on driving them both home.
"Didn't I tell ya, SON? I'm the one who's gonna be in charge of you for the rest of your life. And I'm going to get a job of my own, soon. You will get to watch me rise far, BOY." David turned in to their house and ordered his father to go prepare his lunch.
"It's good to be the fucking KING," he thought, groping his now giant dick and swinging it around in circles thinking of what a weak little boy he'd been just a few months earlier. This was WAY better, of course. Fucking Dad and calling him BOY and SON was still such a rush and a thrill! He loved the rawness of their sex, the endless and limitless orgasms he seemed capable of in a row, and his sexual overdrive had propelled him to work out his body so he could feel even better as he was fucking Oscar senseless.