At first, having my stepfather at my beckon call for sex was a lot of fun.
I took him in my mother's marriage bed and in nearly every room of the house. I often fucked him in the toolshed when Mom was making dinner up at the house. We went golfing together as far as Mom was concerned, but we were really thinking about another kind of hole in one. I made him suck my cock in a movie theatre.
I had won these privileges over a month ago. I spent a weekend in June video recording my seduction of my stepfather and bringing him under control with the threat of exposure to Mom for his infidelity and homosexuality. I wanted him to shift the balance of power in the household a bit into my favour by siding with me against my mom in the argument about me getting a summer job. I also wanted money and sex from him. It worked, but Reg was never the same after that. As a top, he was broken. At first, I enjoyed him as a pliable bottom, but it started to feel like I was fucking a sandbag. There was no emotion. He withdrew into himself.
In the meantime, Mom and I grew closer. Now that Reg was taking my side in the argument about me getting a summer job, her constant harping on the subject had fallen to the wayside. Instead, she commented how nice it was that Reg and I were spending more time together. One day, she asked me if I knew if anything was bothering her husband. She wasn't direct but she said he'd lost interest in things lately. I knew she meant in bed. The man was pouring all his sexual energy into me and my mom was suffering for it.
I started to feel bad and feel the consequences of my actions. After all, Reg himself was a pretty good guy. He didn't deserve this. I was slow to realize my blackmail plot had broken his confidence to the point where he was barely functioning. He'd taken a number of mental health sick days from work, which was not like him at all. He avoided Mom when possible. He continued to submit to my every demand but his despondency worried me. I feared that he might break further and confess all to Mom to free his conscience. That would put us both in a shit storm.
Eventually, I decided it couldn't go on. Something had to be done to restore his confidence.
On one of those sick days, while Mom was at work, I stayed home instead of going out with my friends and approached him.
"Reg..."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Reg, you don't have to call me that. It was one time. I'm not blackmailing you anymore. It's all over."
Reg, strangely, looked horror-stricken.
"No, please..."
"Reg, I'm not going to expose you. Don't you see that exposing you to Mom would expose me too? I can never tell her about what we've done and neither can you. It's all over. Thanks for your help with the arguments I was having with Mom, but now you can relax and sit them out. You can keep your money and I'll keep my hands off you."
"But... you're all I have left."
