Bred by my Best Friend’s Dad

“This is unacceptable.”

My parents stare, sex toys spread across the table. Cock rings…masturbation sleeves…there’s even a pillowcase with an anime bimbo on the front.

My cheeks glow red.

They found my stash.

I just finished my first year of college, and I’m living at home for the summer. School was wild, and I took the time to explore myself. Smoked pot. Partied. Loaded up on sex toys. My parents kept me on a short leash growing up, so I was excited to let loose.

But this is a worst-case scenario.

Shame at the deepest level.

They found a baggie of marijuana in my backpack last week, and it inspired a full-scale raid on my room. This is the result—an exhibition of my sexual curiosity.

They’re old-fashioned. They don’t understand.

“Where did you get this shit?” My dad folds his arms and scowls.

“Bought it online.”

“Oh no…” My mom grabs the pillowcase, displaying the big anime titties. “Is our son a…pervert?”

She’s on the verge of tears.

“No! It’s not like that!” I rip the fabric from her hands.

“First the drugs, now this. Where did we go wrong?” A look of exhaustion flashes across my dad’s face. “It’s the video games, isn’t it? We should’ve made you go outside more. We should’ve forced you to join the soccer team. Instead, you were at home watching those Japanese cartoons.”

“N-no! It’s anime, and it’s got nothing to do with this!”

My stomach churns with anxiety. I’m a rabbit cornered by a wolf. There’s no way out of this. No way to explain the physical evidence on the table.

“Maybe it’s time you found your own place to live. We have rules in this household. You brought filth into our home.”

“D-Dad…I can change, I promise.” I look at the ground, blurting words I instantly regret.

“What about Adam’s program?” My mom cuts in, regaining her composure. “He treats these kinds of behavioral issues.”

I grimace.

Adam Davis—he’s a grifter. He runs a “behavioral modification” camp aimed at “troubled individuals”. It’s a bunch of bullshit about encouraging masculinity. Claims to be able to turn anyone into a squeaky-clean, god-fearing athlete.

It’s marketing tailor-made for people like my parents.

But Adam is more than just a businessman—he’s my best friend’s dad. I’ve known his son, Cody, since I was a kid. He’s a bit older than I am, and he’s always had luck with the girls. He helped me come out of my shell in high school, and I’ll always be grateful for that.

He’d get a kick out of me enrolling at his dad’s camp. As he once put it, the camp just exists to skim money from the government and health insurance companies.

“Yeah, right here.” My mom pulls out her phone. “He has a monthlong behavioral rehab program. Says they treat sexual abnormalities.”

“M-Mom, maybe there’s another way?”

“No. She’s right.” My dad leans over her shoulder. “It’s a camp out in the mountains. Fresh air might be good for you. Looks like they play plenty of sports.”

“I’d rather not…”

“Then it’s time to move out. First the drugs, now this…shit.” He picks up a long, black butt plug. “Goddamn…what’s happened to you?”

Shit. They’re serious about this. I don’t want to lose the free rent situation. I might have to play along.

My shoulders slump. I glance away.

“Alright…I’ll try it. I don’t want you to be ashamed of me.”

I lie in bed, my phone’s bright light illuminating the room. It’s my last night here. Tomorrow morning, the bus arrives to take me to camp.

“They really signed you up?” Cody stares at me through the screen—it’s a video call.

“Yeah, heading out tomorrow.”

“Damn. Well, at least it’s only a month. We’ll have to go fishing when you get back.”

He smiles, flashing a set of pearly teeth. He’s got buzzed brown hair, tan skin, and strong features. He isn’t on the school football team, but he sure looks like it. He says it’s “natural muscle”. All the guys in his family have it.

“Yeah, man. I’ll call as soon as I’m home. They don’t allow phones at camp, so I’ll be cut off. I might as well be going to space.”

“Even then, you’d be able to radio home.” He laughs.

“Fair enough.” A smile creeps across my face. “Well, I should get some sleep. Later, bro.”

“Later.”

I hang up and scroll Cody’s social media. I tap onto his dad’s page, flipping through shirtless photos. There’s no shortage of them. In some, his dad chops wood. In others, he rides horses. It feels very rehearsed.

But Adam is a beastly creature. Tall, broad-shouldered, covered in thick muscles…it’s no surprise people take him seriously. His short black hair falls onto his forehead in messy curls. His blue eyes are bright like the afternoon sky.

And that body…

Despite his age, he’s fit and healthy. I tap a photo of him working on his truck. Drenched in sweat, his round pecs gleam in the sunlight. His skin is dark tan, a symbol of his affinity for the outdoors. His abs are cut like kernels on an ear of corn, a sign of his healthy diet. Those legs too…they’re dense and hairy. My eyes comb up and down. He’s impressive.

A stallion.

He’s the type of man every father hopes their son becomes. That’s what he’s selling.

I look to my side, glancing at the worn, fluffy teddy bear lying on my pillow. A relic of my childhood…his name is Pumpkin. He was a gift from my grandma before she passed, and I used to carry him everywhere. Hell, I still do. It’s embarrassing, but he gives me comfort. I brought him when I went away to college, perching him atop my dorm room desk. Is that something to be ashamed of? We all cling to elements of our past, right?

I reach out, turning his face away. I don’t want those button eyes to see me scrolling a shirtless dude’s pics. It’s weird.