Date: Fri, 4 Sep 2015 04:21:47 +0000 (UTC) From: Sam Nifty Subject: DAD WITH SONS - Part 2 DAD WITH SONS - Part 2 PLEASE SUPPORT NIFTY.ORG Nifty.org needs your support in order to continue providing stories like this one without charge. PLEASE DONATE whatever you can. Details on how you can do that, at the end. Thank you. _______________________ DAD WITH HIS SONS - Part 2 is an original piece of fiction. If you are under 18, you should stop right here. This story contains kinky sex and could fall under the incest and authoritarian categories. You will also find abuse, pain and moments of unexpected tenderness. If you are not interested in these themes, you might want to keep away. I would love to receive your comments and feedback, and your fantasies as well, if you would like to share them with me. Please email me at nifty_addict@yahoo.com Sam Nifty _______________________ THE STORY SO FAR: This the story of what happened when I caught my son Curt sucking the cock of his older brother Rodney. I was disgusted with his behavior and decided to punish him by making him the BITCH of the house. I invited my beer buddies over and shared out BITCH with them. Would he make a good BITCH? Below is what follows. _______________________ Gary came over with Tim & John that Sunday afternoon for the three B's - Beer, Brunch and most important of all, the BITCH. The 3 buddies were farmers - King City, CA., had lots of them - and all were hunky, muscular and coarse men, endowed with huge COCKS and inherently nasty attitudes. They were always game for a good time and fuking a hole was a sport they enjoyed immensely. It did not matter whose hole it was and which one. So I had no hesitation in calling them over. I knew they would not be shocked or disgusted, but enjoy treating the CUNT, the CUMDUMP, the way he deserved to be treated. The afternoon started off on a kinky yet fairly civilized note. While the 5 of us - the 3 visitors, Rod and I - sat at the dining table having our beer and pizzas, Curt was relegated to the space under the table, in his jocks. If anyone of us wanted his cock sucked off or wished to take a piss, we had only to kick him under the table and he would immediately service the person. The civilized part was, we never let our demands overlap. When one was being serviced the others would wait. With all the beer we were drinking, there was a lot of piss being thrown out- directly into the CUNT'S mouth. (Yes, Curt was corrupted to CUNT by my clever older son, Rod.) Though no fresh slices of pizza were passed on to him under the table, scraps and leftovers from our plates were generously thrown on the floor for the CUNT to clear off. "Eat it off the floor. No using your hands BITCH," a fresh rule set by my favorite son. Rod was so devious and devilish, that I couldn't but love him. Curt had to polish the food scraps off the floor, even if they found their way under the feet of one of us. If the food got stepped upon, our shoes could only add flavoring to the food. Rod made sure he kept an eye on CUNT, he didn't want us to go easy on the BITCH. Curt, however, was playing the perfect BITCH. I suspect, the problem with this punishment was, that it was no punishment at all, since the CUNT seemed to be enjoying it. He seemed to love the abuse. Later when we had had enough of poker, pizzas and pissing into the CUNT'S mouth, we decided to get into full blown action. The BITCH was tied up in one of the other rooms, without a shred of clothing of course, and the buddies were free to go there, whenever they wished and give vent to every sadistic fantasy of theirs, and I enjoyed watching them inflict all their bottled by perverted desires on my FAGGY son. Often he was used collectively, they didn't have to use him one at a time. He was violently fucked - in the mouth and in the ass. Pissed upon and. In the mouth. Made to suck and lick pitts, feet and shitholes. Paddled until his butt was red and lacerated. Had clothes pegs clipped to his nips. Kicked and slapped. Had his nipples twisted and hair pulled. Spat upon. Made to suffer verbal abuse. All through the abuse, the CUNT'S COCK was hard. Never once did I see the appendage go limp. The BITCH enjoyed it all. Though I was cheering and egging my buddies on, I would periodically ask my son, discretely in whispers, whether he could take the abuse. Through tears and moans of pain, he would whisper back in my ear, that he loved me and loved everything that was being inflicted upon him. Finally after a few long hours of action, I decided it was getting late and that we had had enough. Pushing aside the person fuking him at that moment, I penetrated the SHITTER of the CUNT. He moaned with joy and pain, and said "I love you daddy." When finally I was fuking him on the floor, all the men surrounded us and began to piss on our faces. I didn't know that a golden shower could be so fukin enjoyable. I discharged in my son's ass. That seemed like the perfect moment to call it a day. It was also time for Rod to drive back to the University. It was a good 4 hour drive from King City to LA, and I wanted him to get back to his dorm in time to rest, recoup and be ready for his classes the next day. Earlier that day, before the boys came over, my boss, Mr.Fabbro, had called asking why I had not showed up at his house on Saturday, that is the previous day, to take his wife shopping to the Mall. That was a euphemism for taking his wife, Stacy, out for a fuk to the motel. This was a routine Saturday affair. The room at the motel was paid for by him. I found the whole affair sleazy and exciting - fuking the slut in a motel room, paid for by her husband. Once we met Stacy's brother emerging from the room next to ours. I winked discretely at him, and pretended I didn't know him. I recognized the woman with him. She was a school teacher, probably his daughter's. I used to fuk her when Rod was in her class. I recently learnt from Rod, that he too had been allowed to play with her pussy when he was punished with detention. She had sucked his cock too, whenever possible. What a fukin slut the teacher was - fuking with both, the student and his father. Sorry for these digressions, this will keep happening when there is something interesting to share. Now to get back to my story.... "Fuker, why didn't you come yesterday?" Fabbro asked. "The Slut was waiting to go to the Mall." "Couldn't come because of parental duties, Boss," I responded. "Really? Next you will tell me you are busy with a fund raiser for the church. Or was it your son's girlfriend your were busy fuking all day?" At that moment I was on the potty and Curt was sucking my COCK. "Much better than that," I guffawed. "I was busy training my son to be my BITCH. He is sucking my COCK right now." There was a silence for a few seconds at the other end. "You don't mean that, Troy? I have known Curt for a long time. He is a sweet boy." "I mean exactly what I said, Boss. Here speak to him. Hey CUNT...," handing over the phone to Curt. "Tell Boss what you are doing right now." "Hello Fabbro Sir, this is CUNT, son of Sir Troy Russo. Am sucking my Daddy's beautiful COCK, while he is taking a dump." I couldn't hear what the Boss was saying at the other end, but Curt continued with how, besides sucking COCK, he was getting fuked as well, by both, his dad and his older brother, Rod. Some questioning and graphic descriptions followed. "Did you hear that, Fabbro?" I said gleefully. He broke into a laughter. "Am getting hard here, Fuker. Have pulled out my cock and am stroking it. Why don't you bring him over tomorrow? Want to personally see how good a job you have done, training the little FAGGOT. Bring him home around evening." "Sure thing," I said. "My BITCH will love to service my Boss." The next morning, when THE CUNT was getting ready for school, I said, "You can't go to school today. I need to take you to the dentist." The previous day, just before we wound up, Gary had fuked Curt violently. He banged Curt's head so hard on the banister that Curt chipped one of his teeth. Now Curt was likely to inflict a big gash on a COCK when giving a blow job. It was dangerous to let him suck COCK. I had to urgently take him to a dentist to get his tooth fixed- before taking him to Fabbro that evening. I didn't want to take him to my regular dentist for obvious reasons, so I went through the yellow pages and took an appointment with one close to a couple of gay bars. It didn't make much sense really, but I hoped that their proximity would rub off on the dentist and he would be HOMO-friendly, if not a downright HOMO himself. "Hello, I am Franco," said a stocky man with a stubble and a friendly smile, at the reception desk. "Dr. Castro is busy, you will have to wait for 5 minutes. Do make yourselves comfortable." We sat in the lounge. It was empty. This is no HOMO place I thought, but soon judging by the way Franco kept eyeing me, I decided he was a FAG. Yes, he didn't look like one - he was heavyset, had a beard, had a manly accent not a lisp - but I was sure he was a HOMO. I enjoyed the attention, so I kept stroking my crotch, pinching my nipples, and at the same time giving him disgusted looks. I've learnt that this combination works well with FAGs. We were finally shown into Dr. Castro's consulting room. The doctor continued his work on his computer for a few minutes, followed by a long phone call, before looking in our direction. Dr. Castro was an imposing figure. He was not only older than me, say by about 8 to 10 years, he was physically too, a bigger man. Taller, heavier and with a puffed up chest - through his tight polyester shirt his nipples were sticking out, and the contours of his biceps and pectorals were clearly visible. This fuker goes to the gym regularly, I noted. He had a neatly trimmed beard which gave him a distinguished look and softened the brutish look in his eyes. I'd thought it was mandatory for doctors to be clean-shaven, but apparently not. As I sized him up and compared him to myself, I admitted, he scored on every count. And financially too, I thought gloomily, the doctor earned far more than I could ever hope to, as a supervisor with a company, dealing in farm equipment. I told Castro that Curt had chipped one of his teeth and he needed to have it filed and smoothened out. He examined the teeth cursorily. "It is not critical, what is the hurry? it will smoothen out on its own, over a short period of time," he said. I hemmed and hawed and then I blurted out suddenly. I was shocked with what I was hearing myself say, but the doctor seemed unruffled. "I have trained my HOMO son to be a BITCH, and yesterday when getting fuked by my buddy, this CUNT chipped his tooth. Now the BITCH is out of commission, he can't blow COCKS with that chipped tooth of his." I rattled off. Castro was unperturbed but looked on unconvinced. "But why the hurry?" "My Boss wants to be serviced today. So it is kind of urgent," I said, at which he nodded at me reassuringly. He flashed a light into Curt's mouth once again, probed it with his fingers more carefully and examined with greater attention. Finally he said, "Yes, it is sharper than it seemed at first. But I will never know where exactly it is likely to injure the COCK. That is unless I shove MY cock into the mouth of this CUNT." "Sure you can, if it helps." I smiled happily. He dropped his pants. He was wearing a jock strap, which he pulled down to reveal his COCK. Despite being flaccid, his cock was big. Probably as big as mine, I thought to myself... no bigger, I accepted enviously. His thighs too were more muscular... and hairy. Does the bastard go cycling or jogging? He hung his trousers neatly in a closet at the other end of the room and came back in his shirt and jock strap. "I have a problem though. Unless I am hard, I will never know where precisely the chipped tooth makes contact with the COCK." I looked at him confused. "I will need your help to get my COCK hard. You will need to suck it to make it hard. Then I will shove the hard cock into the CUNT'S mouth." I couldn't believe my ears. What nonsense was he talking? "What the fuk do you mean? I am no FAGGOT," I yelled. "You don't have to be a FAG to suck my COCK. This kid will never get me hard... too young for me. And if I try too hard, I will have a deep cut on cock." He stopped for dramatic effect... and to look at my shocked expression. "On the other hand, if you let me shove it into your macho face, I could get an erection instantly." I don't remember what exactly I said, but I had started to shout incoherently, using the foulest of language. Only when Franco started to knock on the door urgently, did I stop. "It's all right, it's all under control now," the dentist yelled at Franco, on the other side of the door. Then he turned to me and said softly. "You are welcome to take your son to another dentist.... but I doubt any other dentist will be as understanding as I have been. He might even call the police.... underage kid and all that..." "What about you? You could go to the police too." "I won't... in fact, I can't, I am standing in front of you without my pants. That makes me equally culpable." The job was urgent, and I was lucky to have found an asshole who was cooperative. There was no way of knowing whether I would be lucky once again. I turned to my son and brusquely instructed him. "Go to the wall and stand facing it. Come only when you are called." "While you are here, CUNT," said Castro putting his hand on Curt's head, "you will take instructions only from me. Stay right here and watch me shove my big COCK into your Dad's mouth." He took Curt's hand and placed it on his cock. "Do you like my cock, CUNT?" Curt nodded. "Is it bigger than your Dad's?" Again Curt nodded. I felt thoroughly humiliated, but I went down on my knees and opened my mouth. Castro shoved his COCK in. In a matter of seconds he was hard. Surprisingly I didn't find the experience disgusting, like I'd imagined. I made gagging sounds and put on a show of feeling nauseous, but it was obvious that neither of us was genuinely in a hurry to pull the hard COCK out of my mouth. Under his shirttail, I was stroking his ass and fingering his hole - (he later caught me smelling and licking my fingers surreptitiously). Finally after a couple of minutes, he pulled his cock out. Again I made a big show of rinsing my mouth and wiping my face. My erection was luckily hidden under my loose T Shirt, but Castro, the bastard that he was, let his hand casually brush against it. Castor shoved his erect cock into Curt's mouth and in barely a few seconds he said he knew where the problem lay. He had spent nearly 3 minutes in my mouth and barely 15 seconds in Curt's. It all seemed like a big farce, simply to fuk my face. Curt sat in the dentist's chair. I was free to go and wait in the lounge outside. I stepped out, and to my shock I saw Franco watching on his laptop, what had transpired a short while ago - me sucking at the doc's COCK!!! He shut the laptop and smiled at me. I went through a few magazines, many of them for his HOMO clientele. I dozed off on the sofa. "Would you like a cup of coffee?" Franco asked and I woke up with a start. "That would be fukin great," I responded. Curt was done shortly after I finished my coffee. "It is okay for him to suck COCK this evening, right? My Boss won't have a injured COCK, bleeding all over?" I asked, unbothered by Franco's presence in the room. He pretended not to hear any way. "Sure. Your BITCH will be able to make your boss very happy." I turned to Curt. "Go and wait outside. I need to talk to Dr. Castro. "Doctor, now that I am here, if you have time before the next appointment, can you examine my teeth as well?" "Do you have any immediate problems? any pain or discomfort?" Castro asked. "Not really," I said. "Franco, do we have time?" the Doctor spoke to his assistant over the intercom. "Yes Doc, I have pushed the appoints forward by an hour." I sat on the dentist's chair and he flashed his light and looked into my mouth using the various magnifying lenses and tools. "There may be some problems, but will need further examination. But if there are no pain or discomfort at the moment, X-Rays and MRI may not be required right away. There are other diagnostic procedures...." "If it helps, I could kneel on the floor, Doctor." "That sure will help. But this will cost more than the regular consultation fees. It involves a lot more work on my part." "I understand, Doctor. That is not a problem." "If that is sorted out then let me take of my shirt. It is too tight." He walked to his closet and took of his tie, shirt and his vest. He now stood in front of me in only his jockstrap? He had already taken off his pants earlier. Castro was indeed a striking man - Despite his age, he had a sculpted body, covered in a grey fur. Beautiful biceps and triceps, great pectorals. His nipples were enormous and a butt that was well rounded. I have already described his legs and thighs earlier. He sure was very impress. I knelt on the floor. He turned to around, ostensibly to speak to Franco on the intercom, and shoved his ass in my face... he bent down a little and his butt brushed against my nose and lips. "Franco, I would like the pad, please." I wondered why he wanted a writing pad just then. Franco walked in. He had a paddle in his hand, not a writing pad. He looked at the both of us, but showed no emotion on his face, no sign of surprise at the sight of his naked boss. He left the paddle on the table and walked out again. Castro turned around and pulled off the last piece of clothing, his jock strap. He stood in front of me, naked but for his socks and shoes. It was surreal. A doctor in his consulting room, naked! Castro started by tease me with his cock, rubbing my face with it and hitting my face with it, but refusing to put it into my open expectant mouth. I loved this game - like a game dog- owners often play... wave the bone in from of the dog, getting it all excited before letting it have it. He was making me beg for it. "Shove your beautiful cock in my mouth." "WHACK" the paddle came and stung my back with force. I was unprepared. I looked up and saw the Doctor looking sternly at me. "Please SIR, shove your beautiful cock in my mouth, SIR." I repeated politely. He tugged hard at my hair. I winced. "Yes SIR, I am a disgrace SIR, I don't deserve your beautiful cock SIR. But please SIR, I beg you to shove it into my mouth, SIR." "WHACK" came the paddle. "You are a thoroughly DISGUSTING wimp." He spat on the floor and whacked me again pointing to the floor. I licked his spit off the floor instantly. Final he shoved it into my mouth. "Suck my COCK, ASSHOLE. Go on, do it properly." I swallowed the COCK and started working on it like a hungry, bitch who has been starved for weeks and had finally been thrown a juicy bone. "Do you like it COCKSUCKER?" "I love your COCK, SIR. Thank you for treating me like a worthless piece of TURD, SIR." Castro keep using the nastiest language to instruct me, calling me by the dirtiest words, some of which I had never heard before - COCKSUCKER, CUMDUMPSTER, CUMGUZZLER, BUTTPLUG, DOUCHE-BAG, ASSLICKER, SHITFACE, SHITSLUT, CLITFACE, FUDGEPACKER and many others. And he uttered them with such strong disgust and disdain, that it made me feel like some worthless, despicable, repulsive piece of shit, who deserved all the humiliation he showered upon me. He would repeatedly ask me questions and expect an affirmative response. "You are a BITCH aren't you?" I would nod or grunt a yes. "A SLEAZE BAG...?" I had my mouth full and could not respond. "WHACK." I grunted a YES immediately. "You like my cock don't you, FUKING, COCKSUCKING, DOUCHE-BAG!" I gurgled a yes. He pulled his cock out and ordered, "Say it." "Yes SIR, I am a FUKING, COCKSUCKING, DOUCHE-BAG, who loves your COCK very much. Born only to service you, SIR." There were tears rolling down my face, partly from being choked by the long, fat COCK and I suspect, partly from being emotionally broken. In 20 minutes he had broken me down completely and made me his slave, his bitch. I was soon ready to offer him my ass as well. "Please SIR, I want your COCK inside of me, inside my asshole as well." I couldn't say more, my mouth was immediately plugged with his cock. My throat hurt, it was sore from all the pounding and abuse, it had received. But it did not matter. Just as I was thinking whether Franco was watching me, whimpering the way I was, on his laptop, the door opened and Franco walked in, discreetly. He unzipped as well and then began to unbutton my pants and pull down my boxers. He began to lick my ASSHOLE and finger it. He took charge of the paddle and started spanking me with increasing violence. Castro turned me around and looked at my butt. "NICE." he gave an evil smirk. "Good job, Franco." "Please SIR. I beg your to shove your beautiful COCK up my ASSHOLE, SIR. My hole is all yours." He seemed satisfied with my red butt and my pitiful begging. He started to fuk my SHITTER. "Take it SHITFACE. Take it up your SHITHOLE. Take it like a man." I felt a stab of pain with the first entry. But surprisingly the pain did not matter. I was ecstatic. I held on to the wall, while Castro pounded me mercilessly. The force with which he was pounding my asshole, I hit my head against the wall a couple of times, but it did not matter. "Pump as hard as you wish, SIR. Your pleasure is all that matters. " "Take it FAG. FUKIN, DOUCHE-BAG that you are. Enjoy the Fuk! "Thank You, SIR. I am your DOUCHE-BAG, to be used and thrown." Franco was under me, trying to get his mouth on my COCK. With all the pumping he was having a difficult time getting his mouth in the right place. But he kept trying, succeeding at times, failing at others. I farted. "Sorry SIR." Castro got Franco to use the paddle on my already lacerated butt. Then I lay on the table and lifted my legs, a position Castro seemed to prefer. The pounding continued once again. This position allowed Franco to suck my nipples, he then squatted on my face and got me to lick his SHITTER. It was ripe and smelly. "LICK IT!" shouted Castro. I licked it furiously, making slurping sounds, making sure Castro to hear me lick. Franco dilated his SHITTER and I was able to tongue-fuk him. I was in some kind of a daze, I was charged with such a strong desire... lust, with a craving so great for the COCK of another man, in my mouth and asshole ... I had no control over myself. I am not sure whether I had been mildly drugged. It was probably the coffee that Franco had served me outside. But I wasn't complaining. All the sensations were enhanced and I felt no inhibition succumbing to Castro. I loved the fact that this man was controlling me... was dominating me. I had become his BITCH. He had only to snap his fingers and I would want to do whatever he demanded of me. "I am your BITCH, SIR!" I screamed. "Treat me like SHIT. That is how I deserve to be treated." After breeding my ass he insisted on fuking my mouth once again. "Give me your mouth, BITCH. Let me fuk it once again." Before giving him my mouth I managed to say, "THANK YOU, SIR. Thank you SIR for making me feel alive." The COCK he shoved in my mouth smelt of my ass juices and his cum. Again I was making slurping sounds as I sucked at his COCK, seeking the last drop of cum that might still be left in and on his COCK. His COCK got hard again. "Am going to make you happy once again. SLEAZE BAG." And he fucked me in the mouth until he filled my mouth with his seed. I swallowed it. "You are a sick CUM-DUMP, aren't you, SHITFACE?" I could only respond with, "I am SIR, Thank you very much, SIR." When he had finally zipped up, he reached for his notebook. I was still wiping my mouth of any remnants of cum around my lips. "It will be 150 dollars for the boy." I nodded. "That should be fine, SIR." Then he gave me a hard look. "For you it will be 250 bucks." I was shocked. I had expected to be charged a nominal consultation fee of not more than 50 bucks, if anything at all. "Won't there be some kind of a discount?" "I have provided you a very specialized service, FAG. You had very twisted motives for coming here. But let's see... I will be generous and give you a discount if you provide some services in return." "Yes doctor?" I asked anxiously. Perhaps it was a joke... he will perhaps waive the entire fee. After all he enjoyed himself thoroughly, fuking me. "If you save me the trouble of going to the restroom now, there will be a discount.... of 5 bucks. You will have to drink my piss." "Droplets of piss are bound to fall on my shoes - you can lick them clean after I have pissed in your mouth, for a further discount of a couple of dollars." I looked on, shocked. Castro was out to humiliate me by extorting a large fee and then offering me a petty discount, for cheap, demeaning tasks. But what was unnerving me the most, was that I was enjoying the humiliation, and I was inclined to say, yes, with pleasure SIR. "Do you want Franco's piss - for an additional 50 bucks." "If your think I should I will, SIR." He looked at me with pity in his eyes. "You are a hungry, greedy BITCH, pretending to be a straight hunk. Look here, I will give you a good deal of 440 dollars." This negotiation was simply crazy. Who would have ever thought that I would be discussing discounts for sex and payments for piss, EVER in my life? I realized that, instead of a discount, I was paying extra. But it didn't seem to matter... I simply had to do it as Castro wanted it. He asked Franco to go first. Franco did not have much piss to offer. Then Castro began to piss. Before my shirt could get completely wet I swallowed his COCK and began to drink his piss. It felt good. Real good. After all the explosive action this was calming, soothing ... He pissed in my mouth for a long time. Then pulled out his cock and shook it. Droplets fell on his shoes and on the floor. He looked at me sternly and I knew what I had to do next. I licked the floor and then the shoes. I did a great job of licking the shoes, Castro sat down on his chair while my tongue was working on his shoes endlessly, every millimeter was given a tongue polish. I went on till there was a mild knock on the door. I got up, straightened my shirt, brushed my hair in place with my fingers. There was little I could do about Castro's piss on my shirt, but it could pass off for water. I paid him 500 dollars and he ruffled my hair fondly and returned the balance. "Let me put it in your pocket." Castro put the cash in my back pocket of my trousers. "And here's a tip, 2 bucks for doing a good job of cleaning my shoes," he said, handing me two bucks. "Thank you so much Sir. That is real nice of you." I said, in all sincerity. "Are you being sarcastic, FAG?" "No SIR. I could never." I went down on my knees again and kissed his shoes. "What I said was in absolute sincerity, SIR." I kiss his feet again, to show I was sincere in my gratitude. He ruffled my hair once again. "Hope to see you again, FAG. Come help me dress up." he said. I helped with his clothes and he gave me another 2 bucks. "Going for a coffee down the road," he said. He walked out of the room, leaving Franco and me behind. As soon as the door shut, Franco pushed me on the chair and began to suck my cock. I came in his mouth. I felt good and thanked him. "You will be a changed man after this," said Franco. I smiled and joined Curt sitting outside. I stepped out of the office holding Curt by his hand. As the taxi drove us home, I got a call from Franco. "For your future consultations, you might not be required to pay," he said. "But the consultation will have to be after consultation hours." We both chuckled. But I didn't care, I knew I would pay once again, if Castro were to ask me. I felt the bumps on my head which I had received while getting fuked. It hurt but the pain felt good. When I checked my pocket, I realized that the change Castro had returned was far less than what he was meant to. Instead of 60 he had returned some 20 odd bucks. The amount didn't matter, it was the thought behind it. It was meant to show that he was in complete control. It was all part of the game of control and humiliation he played so seductively - he had fuked me physically, mentally and financially... Would I ever go to Dr. Castro again, I wondered. But I knew that if ever I did, he would again charge me a huge fee for consultation. Nonchalantly cheat me off small amounts. I would again beg him to reconsider, groveling at his feet, that being part of the game, and yet pay up exactly what he wanted me to. He would again embarrass me, demean me by giving me a 2 dollar tip, for which I would again kiss his feet in sincere gratitude. Was I going to be addicted to him, to his abuse, his assfuck and mindfuck? I would have to wait and watch whether I was going to be driven to him once again. When Curt and I got home, I called Fabbro, my Boss. Fabbro didn't seem like the Boss anymore. "Fabbro, Curt has developed an infection. It may not be possible to come till he gets fine." "Oh, I was waiting eagerly for you CLITFACE. Wanted to penetrate that CUNT of yours real fukin bad. But don't fukin come here before the CUNT is totally okay." I took off my clothes and stepped into the hot bath. I called out to Curt. "Hey Curt, want to join me?" Much to Curt's surprise, I hugged and kissed him as the hot water soothed us. I soaped him all over. Shoved my finger up his ASSHOLE, while I deep kissed him. After a long time of soaking in the hot water, I wiped him dry and carried him to my bed. That night I made love to him, like I had never made to anyone before. I had only fuked people all my life - the women, the men. I'd never made love. I whispered sweet, lovey-dovey words into his ears, which I didn't think I was ever capable of. Of course the words may have sounded awkward and silly, since I don't have a way with sentimental words.... yet. But I suppose it is the emotion which matters. I licked all the bruises on Curt's body and licked his delicious ASSHOLE and then fuked him gently. I went off to sleep with him in my arms, licking my chest, sucking my nipples..... _______________________ This is an original piece of fiction. Please email me at nifty_addict@yahoo.com - I would love to receive your comments and feedback. For my other kinky, perverse stories do a search for Sam Nifty in the Authors section - http://www.nifty.org/nifty/frauthors.html Sam Nifty _______________________ PLEASE SUPPORT NIFTY. Here's how: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html To contribute to the continuing operations of the Nifty Erotic Stories Archive website using a credit card or other methods of donation, we encourage our supporters to make a donation to the Nifty Archive Alliance. The Nifty Archive Alliance has been determined to be a 501(c)3 tax-exempt organization by the U.S. Internal Revenue Service. 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