A Whore In Disguise.
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This story contains m×b, incest, hardcore sex, cursing, gay sex and sex scenes in general. All characters are 18 and older.
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SUMMARY: Dean gets found out by his not so happy daddy.
Nothing could prepare Ethan for the shock of finding his son as the stripper for the private dance he paid for. For the first few minutes he sat frozen, his lustful gaze taking in the grater belt, stockings clad legs, stiletto heels and the face caked with slutty make up that was his son.
His jeans tightened as he took in the look of pure, unadulterated horror on his son's face and right before anger took over list he thought what a good lay slutty little dean would make.
Giving Dean just enough time to throw a coat on, Ethan dragged him out the back entrance of the club ignoring the, wails and explanations.
The drive back to his excuse of an hotel was spent in a silence only broken occasionally by the sniffs coming from Dean. Thankfully the lobby was empty when they got there and the ride up the elevator was short. Fumbling with the key only for a second, Ethan threw the door open letting his son stumble into the room. He took of his shoes and discarded his coat before getting a beer from the fridge and chugging it down all the while staring at his red faced soon.
He starts pacing across the room. Finally resting against the table.
"Fucking explain yourself...tell me why the fuck you come in as the stripper I ordered"
Dean takes a moment to answer, trying to put the words together which only increases Ethan's fury.
The beer can clangs as it meets with the wall, the remainder of its contents dripping down to form a puddle.
"Da...dad you need to calm down, please"
"Calm down?" He chuckled darkly. "I should calm down when my son who's supposed to be in his dorm, is dressed like a little slut"
Dean winces as his dad's tone rises and veins begin to pop out on his neck.
"It's really not what you think daddy" his tone is pleading as more tears fall from his eyes.
"How the fuck is that not what I think? What if it wasn't me in that room, you'd probably be all over some guy's lap twirling that ass on his dick."
Dean bowed his head in shame.
"And what would have happened after that huh? You'd let him fuck you? For a few bucks? Pathetic!"
Massaging his temple with his fingers, Ethan let out a sigh.
What was his dad even doing in a gay strip club? The thought had crossed his mind but Dean didn't bring it up with his dad's present state.