Conquered

Warning: This story has themes of religion, homophobia, nonconsensual sex, drug use, incest, and degradation. Reader discretion is advised. All characters in this story are 18 years or older.

"What's going on here?" Grayson repeated.

"Dad!" Kabb pulled the covers close to his body to hide his shame. His eyes were full of fear.

"What is this?" Grayson practically whispered. He looked at Kabb, then at me, then down the length of my naked body. For once, I was hoping hewouldn'tlook at my butt, lest he see Kabb's crusty dried cum all over the back of my upper thigh.

"Dad, I'm sorry," Kabb said, regaining some composure. "It's not what you think."

"Kabb, you're as naked as the day God made you. And," Grayson pointed a finger at me. "Inhisbed, of all places! This is an abomination!"

"How dare you?" I said to Grayson. "Where the hell do you get off judging me?" He said nothing, but held his ground. I needed to gain control of the situation. "And what the hell are you doing in my apartment, uninvited?"

"You," Grayson said to me, sounding so disgusted. He pushed me out of the way, and as he passed, he looked me in the eye and said, "You shut up!" It was the first time I'd ever seen him angry. At the door, he turned and gave me the look of death. "Get dressed." Then he looked at Kabb. "Both of you. I'll be waiting in the kitchen."

After Grayson left my bedroom, Kabb got out of bed and began putting his clothes on. I stood there naked, dumbfounded, buzzing uncomfortably with adrenaline.If only this was a bad dream I could wake up from.

"Come on, Nathaniel," Kabb said. "Dad will be waiting. Just let me do the talking. He's misunderstanding everything."

I walked to my pajamas, which I'd carelessly thrown to the floor the previous night. I watched Kabb as he was getting dressed. He'd forgotten to put his underwear on, and I could see his semi-hard dick and blonde pubes as he zipped up his pants. He caught me looking and flashed that grin of his.

"How can you smile at a time like this?" I asked.

"Your butt," he said.

"What about it?"

"It's... there's..."

"Your dried cum," I said. "It's your dried cum."

"Nathaniel, you've misunderstood," Kabb said gently.

"What's there not to understand aboutyourdried cum onmyass?"

"Just... just get dressed, and let me do the talking. OK?"

I didn't respond. I put my pajamas on and tried to focus.What will Kabb say to Grayson? What will I say?I'd spent so long hoping that somehow, someday, Grayson and I could be together. Now all I could think was,He just caught me naked in bed with his son!

"Oh God, this is so terrible," I said, my voice breaking. I felt my eyes well up.Two years crushing on Grayson. All flushed down the toilet.

"Nathaniel?" Kabb gripped my shoulders from behind. "Come on, Nathaniel, it's OK." He turned me around and held me tight in his embrace. "Dad thinks something happened that didn't. He doesn't know I was just trying to help you have a platonic friendship like you wanted."

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Look, whatever you think happened last night," Kabb's eyes turned cold, "didn't."

He looks just like Grayson, I thought.

"So try not to make a scene," he said dismissively.

And he sounds like Grayson, too!

And that's when I got really pissed off. I was so tired of being gaslit by the Nash men. I stormed out of the bedroom. Grayson was standing with his arms folded, looking out the kitchen window.

"How is this any of your business, Grayson?" He didn't acknowledge me; he just stared out the window. "I gave you my spare key for emergencies, not forthis!"

He turned and looked at me.

"My sex life is none of your concern!" I said, slamming my hands on my hips dramatically.

Grayson just shook his head.

"Don't shake your head at me! It's time you started treating me with some fucking respect!" Without thinking, my hand had left my hip, and I was pointing at him accusingly.

Grayson waited until the last echo of my words had died out and there was silence before he calmly said, "You're fired, Nathaniel."

"Good!" I felt my adrenaline rush. "Take your fucking job and shove it, Grayson!"

"Nathaniel, calm down," Grayson said sternly.

"No, I'm not going to calm down," I said. "I've been following you around like a lovesick puppy dog for two goddamn years. Don't act like you didn't like it, you narcissistic prick."

"Hey," Kabb's voice was suddenly behind me. I felt his hands on my shoulders again. "There's no need for that kind of language," he said softly. I hadn't noticed he'd followed me out of the bedroom until just then. "Let's discuss this rationally. I'm sure if you just chill, my dad will give you your job back."

"Fuck that! I don't want to work for you ever again," I glared at Grayson. "Let's face it, Grayson, you're jealous. You thought I'd spend my entire life pining over you, and you can't handle seeing me with another man."

"That's not what this was, Nathaniel!" Kabb scolded me. "Look, dad, there's a reason for this, and it's not what you're thinking. I can explain everything."

"Don't, Kabb," I said. "Grayson, get the fuck out of here. You have no right to judge me in my own damn apartment."

Grayson walked toward the front door. At the threshold, he turned to face me. I feared what he might say. I was mad at him, but his opinion still meant the world to me.

"I really believed that you'd found Jesus Christ. I'm disappointed, Nathaniel. I'm just... so extremely disappointed in you." Grayson shook his head.

His words stung, but after a moment I felt my anger amp up.

"You fucking bastard!" I felt righteous in my fury. "You know what, Grayson? At least those Westboro Baptist fucks are honest about what they believe: 'God Hates Fags.' You act like you're so tolerant... until it's your own son. And then your true colors come out. You believe gays are inferior, that we need to change, that we need to conform in order to be worthy."

Grayson had winced when I said the words "fags" and "gays" as though even acknowledging the existence of homosexuality was somehow beneath him.

"I followed you around for two years and you loved it, but as soon as I go out and find another guy to fuck me, you get all sanctimonious. Hypocrite!"

"Whoa, take a step back!" Kabb said. "That's not what happened, Nathaniel!"

"Oh don't act like you didn't cum all over me and love it, Kabb!" I announced.

Kabb's cheeks flushed.

"You loved it. I loved it too, Kabb. And your dad's problem is that he wants to be the only one who can rock my world."

"That's obscene," Grayson said. "You're delusional, Nathaniel."

How can he be so obnoxiously self-righteous!I wondered.

"I guess this is what I get," Grayson said calmly. "I forgave you immediately after finding out you paid Buddy to pull a gun on me. I guess it's true that no good deed goes unpunished."

"Save me the self-righteous pity party, Grayson," I said. "You only forgave me to clear your conscience about how enthusiastically you enjoyed fucking me."

"At gunpoint, Nathaniel," Grayson said. "You and Buddy forced me at gunpoint."

"That doesn't matter. The fact is, you fucked a guy and you loved it! But your fucking tough guy macho heterosexual ego can't handle that. Well, tough shit, Grayson."

Grayson looked at me coldly. "Nathaniel, think whatever you want to think. Everything I've done to try to help you has blown up in my face repeatedly for two years. So now I'm done. I'm taking my son home. Stay away from my family. Don't come back to the office. Don't come to my house. And don't come to my church. You hear me? Leave us alone."

"Dad, wait," Kabb said. "Buddy was here and he tried to rape Nathaniel. That's why I stayed, so he'd be safe. We can't leave him here, Dad. He has to come home with us!"

"I said, 'No,' Kabb." Grayson turned to me. In a cruel tone he said, "My kids understand No. Do you? Kabb, we're leaving."

"Dad--" Kabb started

"I said NO, Kabb!"

This was the first time I'd ever heard Grayson yell. I could see veins bulging in his forehead, and I think a blood vessel in his eye might have burst. I was sure the neighbors heard it as well. He was kind of scary when he was angry, but knowing he had that side to him was actually a turn-on. As much as I wanted to hate him, I was still so attracted to him.Fuck! I should just let Grayson leave. But for some reason I want him angrier.

"All this anger, just because Krell is gay," I said, continuing to push Grayson's buttons. "I didn't make him gay. He was gay long before he ever met me. Grow up, Grayson," I said disgustedly.

Grayson stared at me and time seemed to stand still for a moment. I could feel his anger. I wondered if he wanted to hit me. I never thought Grayson could lose his cool like this. Instead of attacking me, like I almost hoped he would, he turned to Kabb again. "We're leaving now," he said.

"It's OK, Kabb," I said. "Go home with your dad. He's had a rough day. He needs your support."

"I don't need Kabb's support," Grayson said, snarling at me. "I need Kabb torepentfor whatyouforced him to do!" Grayson roared.

"Dad, he didn't--"

"Don't talk back to me, Kabb. We're leaving."

"No, Dad. I'm staying with Nathaniel. He needs me. If you would have let me explain, God told me last night to come over here. And if I hadn't, Buddy would have raped Nathaniel. Dad, don't you see that God wants me to protect Nathaniel? You know better than anyone that it's my duty as a Christian man to be there for someone who needs me."

"Kabb, it's not your duty tosodomize him," Grayson spat. "I raised you better than that. No son of mine is going to be engaged in that kind of faggotry."

"I didn't sodomize him, Dad. If you would just let me explain, you'd understand," Kabb said.

"I don't want to hear it," Grayson said.

"But I want to tell you, Dad! God told me to get into bed with him last night," Kabb said. "Nathaniel was explaining to me how he's been trying to forge platonic friendships with men he would normally be attracted to. Pastor Snyder told Nathaniel it would help Nathaniel recalibrate his mind so he could find his inner heterosexual."

"Is that what you told my son?" Grayson asked me with disgust in his voice. "Is there anything you won't stoop to in order to corrupt a straight guy? First Craig confuses Krell, now you manipulate Kabb. You people are all the same."

You people... That really pissed me off.

"Wow. You know what, Grayson? Since last night, I kept repeating to myself, 'This isn't you, Grayson. This isn't you.' But... maybe thisisyou."

I paused. It genuinely hurt to realize Grayson wasn't the amazing man I'd been building him up as in my mind. I wanted him to feel some of the pain I was feeling.

"Maybe I've just been blind all this time to who you really are. Every time you would say something homophobic, I'd tell myself you were just mad and not thinking clearly. But if this is how you are, maybe it won't be so bad having you out of my life."

"Whatever it takes to finally get you to leave me alone," Grayson said.

"You know you loved the attention. But that's over. You can go now, Grayson," I said dismissively.

"Kabb, remember how you were raised," Grayson said, ignoring me. "Don't let him talk you into this. Please, son."

"Dad, don't worry. I'm here to help Nathaniel, not to let him trick me."

"Fine. Then don't come home at all. You can stay here. With him. Your poor brother is confused enough as it is, Kabb," Grayson said. "You either need to choose your family or Nathaniel. I don't need you coming here every day and then coming home and filling Krell's head with more of Nathaniel's nonsense." He turned to leave.

"Dad," Kabb said. "Are you saying... I can't ever come home?"

"When you're done with his lies and you're ready to repent, come home. But as long as you're involved with Nathaniel, I don't want you around Krell. Krell needs to stay home and re-center himself in the gospel. It could take months for him before he can distinguish between the Gospel's truths and Babylon's lies. He's not going to be able to do that if you're bringing Nathaniel's gay activism to the house. So just stay away for now, son. Goodbye," Grayson said, turning to leave.

"Grayson, wait!" I said in a panicked voice.

And then, without thinking, I said, "Krell doesn't love you just as a father... he has an incestuous attraction to you."

Grayson took a stumble back, as if the news had physically struck him. I looked him straight in the eye and could see that he knew I was telling the truth. "That's right, Grayson, it's true. He fantasizes about doing so many naughty things with you."

"That is a vicious lie," Grayson finally said. "That is a sick, sick,viciouslie. You stay away from my family, Nathaniel. And don't you ever repeat that again, to anybody. Do you understand?"

"Goodbye, Grayson," I said softly. I was trying to sound fierce, but my voice was shaky and I could feel the tears welling up. At that moment, I realized why I'd told him about Krell: I was trying to make him angry because it was better for me if he hated me. If he was indifferent to me, that would be truly devastating; one way or another, I needed him in my life.

After Grayson left, Kabb held me as I cried for what must have been 10 minutes. I was happy for the comfort, but also confused. Only half an hour prior, Kabb had been gaslighting me, pretending the whole frotting incident had never happened. Now he was acting like my protector? None of it made sense.

"Why are you doing this, Kabb?" I said. "Because if you're just staying here to humiliate me, I'm not interested."

"It's not that. I want to help you. Really."

"Then why did you act like last night didn't happen?"

"Look, Nathaniel. I know you're attracted to me, but you said you wanted a platonic friendship. What I did last night was to show you how a man dominates, so you can learn for when you have a wife."

I had to try hard not to laugh.Is that seriously the lie he's telling himself?

"That doesn't make sense, Kabb."

He tried to change the subject. "Is that really true, what you said about Krell?"

"Yes. Krell is in love with your dad," I said. "Don't ask me how I know. But I know."

"You have proof?" He was clearly skeptical.

"I know what I saw with my own eyes. And I can tell you, I'm 100% sure Krell has incestuous feelings for your dad. Look," I said, irritated at having to defend myself. "If you're going to doubt me, you can just leave,"

"I'm sorry," he said. "It's hard for me to accept that Krell's problems are that deep. Surely you understand that."

"So you don't believe me, then?"

"I'm not sure, Nathaniel. You don't exactly have the best track record with telling the truth."

I didn't have the strength to fight back. I wanted to feel indignance and tell Kabb to get the fuck out if he was going to call me a liar. But I could hear a little voice inside my head saying,He's all you have left, and that's better than nothing.

And so, Kabb became my roommate. I'd never invited him to stay with me, and yet there he was anyway.

Kabb spent the first week in my apartment strutting around like a peacock. When he stripped to take a shower, he'd just throw his clothes all over the bathroom floor. Then after he dried off, he'd walk around my apartment bare-ass naked. He didn't care if the windows were open and the neighbors could see him. Although that was kind of embarrassing for me, I also knew that my street cred must be through the roof at this point when people saw the tall, straight wall-of-muscle walking naked around my house at all hours of the day.

He'd put on Christian Rock and turn it all the way up, belting it at the top of his lungs while he made himself protein shakes. Whenever I walked by him in the apartment, he'd look me straight in the eye and give me that huge shit-eating grin that he did so well. I had to admit, I got weak in the knees every time he did it.

He'd leave the apartment for hours without telling me where he was going or when he'd be back. The first time he did it, midnight came and went and he still hadn't come home. I started getting worried.

Should I send him a text message? No, then he'll use it against me and say that I'm obsessed with him.

It was one in the morning and there was still no sign of Kabb. Finally I called him -- it went straight to voicemail.

I stayed up until three in the morning watching Golden Girls episodes, when Kabb finally came home.

"Awww, did you stay up waiting for me?" he asked. Again, that shit-eating grin, as if he'd caught me obsessing over him and that was the most amusing thing in the universe to him.

He ruffled my hair. "I'm sorry I made you worry. But it's nice to know you care so much." Then he stripped down to his boxers, leaving his clothes all over the floor for me to clean up. He went to bed without saying good night.

The next morning, I resolved to finally have a talk with Kabb.He wasn't helping pay for food or rent, and he was treating me like I was his maid. I'd never invited him to stay with me in the first place. He had just announced "No, Dad. I'm staying with Nathaniel. He needs me."

I kept rehearsing in my head exactly what I would say, but every time I did, I'd picture myself bitching him out... and I knew all he'd have to do would be to give me that stupid arrogant grin and I'd end up getting a throbbing boner.

I can't say anything because I like it. He knows I like it. And I thrive when I'm submitting.

At the very least, I decided that Kabb had to help with chores. But the next morning, he slept in until noon, and when he finally woke up he got dressed and left without saying goodbye. His clothes were strewn on the floor of literally every room of the apartment. I finally sighed, picked up his clothes, and as I put them into the washing machine, I stopped and smelled the armpits of one of his t-shirts. Inhaling his scent was like getting high on the most blissful drug. I popped a boner.

Kabb wasn't home, so I took his shirt with me to my bedroom. Although his scent was probably enough to get me off, I wanted a sensory overload, so I pulled up a porn site on my laptop.

To my shock, in the trending gay videos section, the number one video was the video of me sucking off Grayson.

That son of a bitch posted the video.

What if my friends and neighbors see this? What if my Grandma sees it? What happens the next time I go for a job interview if they've seen it?

Although I was furious at Buddy for posting it, I quickly downloaded a copy to make sure I'd always have it. Then I took a whiff of Kabb's shirt, pressed play on the video, and set the playback speed to slow. Hearing Grayson's deep groans of pleasure in slow motion sounded almost like a lion's roar, and it majorly turned me on, so I started jacking off. I came after about 30 seconds. I cleaned up my cum with Kabb's shirt and threw it into the hamper.

Kabb didn't come back to the apartment at all that night. At four in the morning, I finally went to bed, dejected. I was more lonely than I'd ever been in my life. I didn't dare find another man to bring over, mainly because I could honestly see Kabb physically removing anyone I happened to bring home.

Kabb was just like Grayson -- neither one would fuck me, but they also both went out of their way to make sure no other men could fuck me either. There was something incredibly twisted about the Nash men. They got off on making me worship the ground they walked on. But the really fucked-up part was how much I got off on it too.

I realized how low I'd sunk. Here I was, a cute fit fuckable twink with an amazing ass, and yet, I was now constantly in the position of waiting for a call that just wasn't coming -- from either Kabb or Grayson.