Date: Fri, 24 Dec 1999 16:01:49 EST
From: DennisR539@aol.com
Subject: My Master, My Son (Part 2) Authoritarian/incest

This story is about male on male sex. It involves men and boys, some of whom
are related. If you do not like that kind of thing you are free to exercise
your right NOT to read it. If you are underage, you should be doing homework
right now and not playing around in this kind of site. So depart.

If you like it let me know. Since the story is fantasy, the characters do not
practice safe sex. You should, however. Besides, I can not think of anything
safer than a JO to a story. Email me if you want to make some comments.

This part will not make sense unless you have read  Part 1. So get to it!


My Master, My Son (Part 2)
By Dennis

Chapter 3- Control

I lay on the bed, confused. Why was he doing this? I had done all I could to
help him. He wasn't stupid. What did he have to gain? He must know that I
would win in the end. True, I had violated his space. But why bring his
friends into this. They had nothing to do with it. I had opened my house to
them, giving them more than their parents had, I was sure.

"Now do you want that gag out of your mouth?" said Chuck. I nodded. "Promise
not to yell?" I nodded again. He pulled the sock out.

"Please, I need some water"

Chuck looked at Miller who went into my bathroom and filled the glass and
brought it back. He held my head up and poured the cool liquid into my mouth.
The alcohol of last evening had dried me out. When Chuck let go of my head, I
was aware of a growing pressure in my bladder and ass. I needed to use the
toilet. I needed it bad.

"I have to shit and piss! If you don't want me to do it in my pants, you are
going to have to let me go." I figured they would have to untie me and I
could maybe make a break for it. Hell, I was no weakling. I was in really
good shape, muscular in fact. I worked out and  played pickup sports. I had
been a football player in college. Oh, not a major one. And at 215 and 6 foot
I was no threat to professionals. But I played halfback and I was descent at
it. Good legs! I figured I had a fighting chance, even against 4 teenagers.
And I would be much more motivated.

They stood there a while, thinking. Then Chuck said  "Miller! Go into my
room. in the top drawer of my dresser you'll find those handcuffs I bought
last week. The leg shackles are on the floor of my closet. Bring them here."
Miller came running back with two hands full of  metal.

"Okay, Dad here's what's gonna happen. I am going to free your hands but not
your feet. When I do, I want you to sit up and put your hands behind you
back."

When they freed my hands I sat up. Before I knew what happened. Anthony and
Juan grabbed my head and shoulders and bent me forward. I could hardly
breath. They were a lot stronger than I thought they would be. I could feel
Anthony's  muscular arms around my head.
My son and Miller roughly pulled my arms behind my back and snapped on the
cuffs. Anthony and Juan let me go. I sat up, taking deep breaths. Miller cut
the ropes to my left leg. He pulled it over to my right  and snapped on the
leg shackles. There were two iron loops on my bare ankles and between them a
short iron chain. Then he cut the other rope. He pulled my legs off the bed.
I went to stand, but I was dizzy. My son roughly grabbed me, stopping me from
falling

"Potty time, Dad" I shuffled (the best I could do in the shackles) toward the
bathroom. When I got to the toilet, I said "Someone has to help me. I can't
do this, this way."

Anthony pulled my belt off and started to lower my jeans and boxers.

"Wait. I have a better idea." said Juan. He pulled a wicked looking knife
from his pocket and started cutting away my jeans. Miller and Anthony pulled
out similar knives and worked on my clothes. Soon, a pile of cloth lay at my
feet. I was naked.

"Hey, nice body, dude. Nice pecs and abs. Good arms too. Be a shame for
something to happen to any of it it." Juan said, as he ran the knife over my
chest, rubbing the cool metal over my nipples.

"Nice cock and balls too." That was from Anthony. He lifted my ball sack
with the dull side of his knife. He was right. I did have a nice set of
tools. I was cut and about 5 inches soft. My balls hung below just the right
amount. My cock curved toward the left when it was soft. When I was hard, it
was a good and thick 8 inches and stood straight out. "Nice ass too. little
hairy but still nice!"

"Hey Anthony, what to suck on that?" It was my son. To me, "Anthony likes to
chew on a peg now and then, don't ya, just like you. Want that one?"

Anthony said nothing but he continued to stare at my equipment.

"See Dad, we have nothing against fags. Most of my buddies are bisexual.
Those that are straight, well they will take a blow job or maybe a piece of
male ass when they are needy. Right guys?"

The others murmured their approval.

"Please, I have to piss." Anthony grabbed my cock and pointed it towards the
bowl. I let loose a morning piss, strong fragrant and abundant. When I was
done, he turned me around and told me to sit. I plopped onto the seat, hard.
I leaned forward and started to shit. It was a good one. As I pushed down I
guess the pressure of my abdominal muscles squeezed my bladder. I started to
piss again. But since my cock was outside the bowl, I pissed on Anthony's
sneakers.

"Fucking Bastard!" he yelled as his socks got wet. He backed up. I couldn't
help smiling. "

"Oh think its funny? Well think how funny this is." He lifted his shirt,
pulled down the top of his pants and boxers and freed his dick. He was uncut
and his cock was about three inches long and soft. He lifted up the head and
pointed it at my face and let loose a stream of urine. I closed my eyes. I
tried to duck, but Miller grabbed my hair and pulled my face up. It hurt but
the humiliation of having someone piss on me hurt more. I tried to move my
head side to side but was met by a counter pull on my hair.

"Open your mouth, dude. You wanted a drink before. Well it's time for another
one."
He yanked my hair up with both hands "Open I said."

I could not do other than comply. It was that or he would pull off my scalp.
I opened my mouth but closed my gullet. the piss filled up the cavity and ran
out the sides. The taste was salty, slightly spicy and peppery. I knew I was
tasting part of what ever he had to eat last night. Strangely, I didn't mind
the taste. I just minded how it was being delivered.

Another pull, "Swallow!" A harder pull. I did and felt the piss run down my
throat into my stomach.

Then Anthony changed the direction of the stream and pissed all over my face,
down onto my chest and then on my cock and balls. When the torrent stopped, I
opened my eyes.

He moved forward and put the cock head to my lips. "Now lick off the piss
drips!" He skinned back the foreskin. When I didn't do anything, he slapped
me across the cheek. I could see no way out so I did as I was told. I licked
his cockhead, smelling the strong musky odor of an uncut cock. Then he pulled
back and adjusted himself. I hung my head in shame. My son had watched me be
humiliated and had done nothing to stop it.

"Done shitting?" I nodded. "Stand up!" I did and Miller grabbed some toilet
tissue. "Now bend over and spread your legs." I did as well as I could.
"Squat a little!" That opened up my ass crack. he wiped me. I felt like a
little baby. Then he took a face cloth, ran some water onto it and washed my
asshole.

"There, all nice and clean. A little damp maybe, but clean. Cleanliness is
next to godliness." He kept me bent over and suddenly shoved a finger in my
asshole. I  tried to stand but  Miller pushed my head back down.

"I didn't tell you to stand, cocksucker." Then he slapped first one cheek of
my butt and then the other cheek, with his open palm. I clinched my ass at
each blow. It was like I was a  child. I had no control of my situation and I
could be spanked if I was bad.

"Hey, that asshole really tightened up. Bet you're a good fuck!" He pulled
his finger out of my hole and told me to stand up.

The unthinkable started to happen. Between the situation,  the feel of his
finger in my butt hole, the stinging slap, and my nakedness I started to get
hard. "Hey, looky here! Daddy is starting to throw some wood!"

My cock was getting hard. I stood there, unable to hide my obvious arousal,
while the boys watched. That added to the effect and it got  even harder,
eventually standing straight out from my body. Chuck was smiling.


 Anthony grabbed me by the cock and pulled, leading me, using it like a
leash. "Back to bed, Daddy" he smirked.  I shuffled behind Anthony. At the
bed, he pushed me down on my back again then lifted my legs up onto the bed.
the other boys gathered around looking at my helpless body, my exposed and
vulnerable sex organs.
I heard Chuck giving them orders.

"Anthony, you stay up here and guard him.  And be careful. He's good at
persuasion. Don't do anything. Call us if you need us. Dad, we are going to
be downstairs talking. Be nice and nothing will happen. If you aren't, I will
let Juan work you over. He's good at that. Hurt you real bad. When we decide
what to do, we will tell you, understand?"

I looked in his eyes. I nodded my agreement. Then he turned and, followed by
Miller and Juan, walked out the door.

As their footsteps went down the stairs a flood of questions plowed through
my mind. I stared at the ceiling and thought  "What the fuck are they
planning? They know they can't get away with this.  Are they going to rob me,
take the car, run away from all that bothers them? Will they kill me or hurt
me? Leave me bound and gagged here on the bed until someone thinks to check
on why they haven't seen me?" I dismissed the idea of murder. I could not
imagine my son killing me. So, what is going to happen?

Suddenly I felt a hand on my slowly deflating member. I looked down and saw
Anthony with his eyes on my crotch,  slowly jerking my cock back to fullness.
With his other hand he rubbed the insides of my thighs. Then he manipulated
my balls. he looked up at me and said. "Really a great looking cock. Bet it
tastes good too!"
I could do nothing to stop him. I knew better than to object. He moved his
head down and put the head of my dick in his mouth. The eroticism of being at
his mercy, available for his needs, increased the height of the feelings he
was giving me.

He was good at it, I have to say that. He did things with his mouth and
tongue that were fast making my orgasm approach. He pulled up suddenly,
stood, and took off his pants,  boxers, and shirt. He was hard. I could see
his 6 inch cock standing out from his pubic hair. It  was not particularly
thick. When his cock hardened, it must have made the foreskin pull back.Then
he climbed onto the bed and positioned his cock over my mouth, his thighs to
either side of my head.

"Suck me off dude! And when I cum, you had better cum too!"
To emphasize his demand he squeezed my nuts. I was helpless and under his
control.

He lowered his tool toward my face, guiding it with one hand toward my mouth.
I opened as wide as a I could pulling my teeth back under my lips. His cock
slid in. I just let him do what he wanted.He rested his abdomen on my chest
and started moving his hips, face fucking me, his balls bounced against my
eyes and cheeks. Then he again engulfed  my cock with his mouth. I could feel
him trying to deep throat me but he gagged and pulled back. With his weight
on me he had both hands free. He moved them around  on my thighs, between my
legs, over my balls, under my ass, jerking my cock in rhythm to his sucking.

At the same time he would force his cock down my throat then withdraw, then
down and withdraw. I had no trouble handling his length. I had longer and
fatter before.
I could feel myself getting close but I controlled it until I could see by
the speed up in his motions in and out of my throat that he was getting close
too. Suddenly, he pushed down with his hips. My chin rubbed his pubic hair,
his balls pressing on my cheeks. When he started to cum, I let myself cum
too. We  matched each other spurt for spurt. I could feeling his throat
moving as he swallowed my jis. I did the same.

He lifted his hips slightly so that his cock wasn't jammed down my throat and
the last spasmodic discharges bathed my tongue. He was squeezing out the last
of my cream  and licking it off my dickhead. Then he laid his head on my
thigh and licked at my deflating cock. He left his cockhead in my mouth and I
did the best I could to move my tongue around his  declining hardon.

Suddenly, I heard applause and whistles. The other  three boys had come back
up stairs and had been watching.

I could hear my son, his voiced muffled by Anthony's thighs pressing on my
ears "Nicely done, Anthony. I figured you couldn't leave that cock alone. Did
you get a load into him too?"

"Yeah, a nice big one. Bet it tasted better than my piss, right dude?"
I could only mumble an affirmative around his cock.

"Guess its time for the rest of us to drop a load or two into him. Get off
him"

They rolled me over onto my stomach I could feel the shackle being removed
from my right foot. Looking back over my naked ass I could see Juan taking
the loose one and attaching it to one of the bars on the foot board. My legs
were now free of each other but I was still effectively immobilized. If I
wanted to run I would have to take the whole bed with me. Chuck leaned down
and got close to my face. I could see the video camera in his hand.

"Now dad, we are going to free your hands. Don't be stupid. You can't get
away and we can put those cuffs back on if we need to. There are four of us
and one of you. I want you to be able to use your hands. We are going to make
a porn video of you sucking cock and ...ahhh...other stuff. We want it for
our own special use. A sort of souvenir of the occasion. Cooperate and we can
talk about freeing you. Don't and things will get, shall we say, unpleasant.
Besides, you like sucking cock. I know that you like to be in control. But,
hey, ya take what you can get, right?. Now, do we understand each other?"

"Yes, I understand. Please Chuck you have to think about what this all means.
I realize that I broke my promise, but this has gone too far for revenge."

All he said was " Maybe. And then again, maybe it has even farther to go.
Miller, strip down. Time to make some gay porn"

And so it started. First I sucked off Miller. He climbed onto my bed.  He
stretched out his legs to either side of me. He had a hard, 8 inch cock,
about the same length as mine but thinner with a head that was about the same
size as the shaft. At Chuck's direction I kneeled between his legs. Chuck
picked up the camera and my ordeal began. With yelled directions, he told us
what to do.

"Lick his balls. Come on, lets have some tongue action."

"Miller, lift up your legs. See that hole, dad? Rim that asshole. Ooooo,
use those lips and tongue. Spread his cheeks. Open up that hole. Get that
tongue in there. that's it. That looks so hot."

He came in close or moved back for a longer shot. He shot from both sides of
the bed. He climbed on to the bed for an overhead shot

"Now lick your way back to his balls. Give em some attention. That's it.
Okay,  run your tongue up that shaft. Nice, nice! Okay, now do that head.
Ooo, sweet. Put your hands on his head, Miller. Now, lets slide down that
shaft. More, more, more. Deep throat that baby. Ohhhhh, great shot. Swallow
that cock. Lets get that nose into that pubic hair. Okay, pull back and
breath. that's it use your hands on his balls. Stimulate, stimulate. Now use
both hands up and down on the shaft. Good, good, ohhh really good."

"How ya doing Miller, getting ready to cum? When he is close, Dad, I want you
to back off and move your face about 4 inches from his cockhead and open your
mouth wide. Miller, jerk off, I want a good cum shot."

"Shit, great cum. You been storing that for a week? Nice! What you do,
Miller, aim it? Shot it right into his mouth."

"Now, back onto his cock, Dad. Suck out the rest of that cum. I want to see
some swallowing. Pull off the head. that's it, now squeeze it, Lets see if we
can get a little more out. Whoa, there it is. Lick it off. Now rub his cock
all over your face."

"Guys, that was great. Juan, you're next!"

He had me lay on my back and Juan straddle my chest. His cock and balls were
darker than the rest of his body, almost black. He was uncut and when he
pulled the foreskin back, he revealed a pink head. It was a plump 7 inches,
nice and thick, and round. With Chuck telling us what to do, I put my hands
on his butt. He moved up and lowered his balls into my mouth. then he
straightened up and dropped his asshole over my mouth. I kneaded his ass, and
lapped at his hole. Chuck moved on to the bed and pointed the camera so that
he could see my chin and my tongue working into his hole.

"Okay Juan, now lean on the headboard and slide that cock into his mouth.
Open wide, Dad. Now face fuck him, move those hips, Juan. Dad, Jerk off. play
with your cock but don't cum"

When Juan came, Chuck had him pull his dick out of my mouth and shoot onto my
face. Then he had him rub the cum all over my face and told me to lick cum
from his fingers. Back into my mouth for another cleaning and Juan dismounted.

For Anthony, he made me give him a tongue bath from toes to armpits. He told
me to move my ass down toward the foot so that I could put my feet flat on
the bed, my knees raised and bent. Then, since he thought our 69 was hot, he
had us do it again, with me on the bottom.

While Anthony again faced fucked me and sucked my cock, Chuck turned the
camera over to Miller. He stripped down and knelt between my knees. He spit
in his hand and rubbed it  on his now erect cock He moved between my knees
and  rubbed some more spit into my pussy  (that's what he was calling it).
Directing Miller on what shots to take, he lifted my butt a little, moved his
legs under my thighs, arching my back. Slowly he shoved his cock into my
asshole.I hadn't been fucked in a while so when that mushroom head slipped
past the sphincter, it hurt. With Anthony's cock in my mouth all I could say
was,  "umph." When he was all the way in, he started rhythmically fucking me,
slapping my butt cheeks to make my ass tighten.

Anthony was getting a great view. I could tell by the enthusiasm he was using
on my cock and the movement of his hips driving his cock into my mouth, that
it was really getting him excited. I was hot , too. I had stopped thinking
and just let myself be used like a piece of meat, doing what I was told to
do. I could hear Juan and Miller  talking about how hot it was to see my son
fucking his father's ass. I even heard Miller say that he would like to do
that to his dad,

When Anthony started filling my throat with his cum, Chuck made him take his
mouth off my dick. He pinched the base of my cock to stop me from coming.
Anthony rolled off me, his leaking cock dripping cum across my face. Chuck
let go of my cock.  I started to shoot, Chuck  plunged all the way into my
ass and unloaded. He pulled out so that the camera could get the last spurts.
He told Miller to pull back and get a shot of both of us, then move in close
to see my face.  Then he directed me to wipe up some of my cum and his and
lick it off my fingers for the camera.As he climbed off the bed I looked over
and saw that both Juan and Miller had hardons.

"Mind if we get rid of these in his ass? He should be well lubed by now."

"Sure. There is some more tape. let's use it up."

Miller went first. His 16 year old body was tall, almost 6 feet, and lanky.
Not skinny, just slender, like his dick. He had a swimmers build. He climbed
between my knees, lifted my ass  and pushed all 8 inches of that snake in. He
pumped like a demon. As directed, I reached up and played with his nipples.
You would think after just cumming before, he would take some time. He didn't
!  He came in jerky spasms, pulling partly out in between spurts and then
pushing back with the next one. Ahhh, the unquenchable horniness of a
teenager.

Juan took his place. His body was naturally developed. He was 17. He had
wide,  magnificent  shoulders. His torso was flat rather than round. You knew
he didn't work out, that his body was a product of genetics , youth, and
constant activity. His pecs were sculpted, not muscular. Flat but very
distinct with slabs of muscle. He tapered to a narrow waist. His legs were,
like his arms, perfect for his body. And he had those ass dimples. His pubic
hair, like the hair on his head, was kinky.  He was unconsciously sexy.
Slipping that big, fat 7 inches through my ass sphincter, he started a slow
motion in and out. As his cock rubbed my prostate I could feel my cock
starting to get hard again. That had never happened before. I usually need 15
minutes to recharge.

Before I could do anything with it, Juan tensed up and pressed in. He stayed
still as his jism joined Millers, and my son's. He leaned forward and placed
his head on my chest. When I reached  to turn his face toward mine to kiss
him, he pulled back.

"Hey, I don't kiss the toys." With that he pulled out with a pop and joined
my son.

"That's it Dad, looks like you really enjoyed it."

I wasn't pretending. It was the greatest sex I had ever had. I was exhausted.
He moved to get a good picture of my dripping asshole. He told me to reach
down, get some out with my finger and put it in my mouth. Then he panned up
my body to my cum encrusted face. Told me to lick my lips and scrap some of
the cum into my mouth. I made a big deal about swallowing, too

He switched off the camera, turned to the others and said, "Secure him and
lets go eat. All that action made me hungry."

And to me, " Anthony will be up with something for you, later. All that
protein and piss probably took the edge off your hunger anyway."

Chapter 4- The Weapon

They shoved my hands on either side of the bars of the headboard and secured
my hands with the cuffs. The shackles were threaded through the bars of the
foot board and locked on my ankles. I was stretched and unable to move. I
knew I could not affect the bed by pushing or pulling on the bars. It was my
bed, after all. Without putting on their clothes, they went back downstairs,
my son carrying the camera.

I lay there thinking about what had happened that morning. they had not hurt
my body, just my pride. As good as it was, it was humiliating to be used like
that, to have no initiative in sex, to perform in front of an audience. They
had controlled my every action, treated me like a thing, not a person. My son
had used the term "Dad", but that did not change the fact that he stood and
watched while I drank piss, swallowed cum and had my ass filled.

Maybe this all would satisfy him. He had had his revenge. He would now
apologize for what he had done and free me. I would accept it and try to
again establish a father/son relationship. I did still  love him, in spite of
what he had done.

After about 20 minutes, Anthony came up carrying a plate with some buttered
toast and a cup of coffee. He stood in the door and I admired his body. He
had a wrestlers build. He was short, about 5 foot 6 inches. He had well
developed arms and legs, almost massive. His pecs were prominent with large
nipples that just begged for a set of lips. His cock, although short, was
framed by a thick bush. The hair on his head was buzzed.

He sat on the edge of the bed. He ripped off pieces of toast and fed them to
me. He held up my head so that i could drink out of the cup he held. He
seemed  kind and a little slow. That was alright. He had what it took in
other departments. After he finished feeding me, he put the cup and plate on
the night stand and idly played with my cock and balls. I awarded his
ministrations by starting to recover my hardon.

I said "Go ahead, Anthony, suck it!"

He angrily responded " Shut up! I give the orders, not you."

Just then, Juan walked into the room. He glanced casually at my cock and
Anthony playing with it and said, "Chuck wants me to bring you downstairs. I
am going to release your hands. When I do, sit up and put your hands behind
you. No funny stuff. and no talking."

I did as I was told. He took off the shackles and pulled me to my feet. My
cock was still hard.  Anthony grabbed my cock as had done before and led me
down stairs and into the study. There, a dinning room chair  placed in front
of the turned on TV. Chuck told me to sit down. Juan pulled my feet back and
secured me by feeding the shackles through the chair stringers before locking
them again onto my ankles

"Well, lets take a look at what we have" said Chuck, as he pushed the tape
into the VCR.

There was no sound but the pictures clearly showed my face. It was obvious
that I was older than the boys. All the scenes were such that they never
showed my feet and how I was shackled to the foot board. Under Chuck's
direction, I had actively participated in what went on. Moving lips, tongue,
hands, butt or what ever I was told to. As I watched myself, my cock got
harder. I wanted to jerk it, play with it. But, of course I couldn't. The
boys cheered as they saw each other. I could also see that they were getting
hard again.

When it was over, there was a round of applause. Chuck said that someone
should notify the Academy for a couple of Oscars. Then he turned to me.

"You look really good in that video. I bet your students and the school
authorities would easily recognize you."

"Miller may have dropped out of school, but he knows more about computers
than all the nerds and asshole teachers there. He says he could capture some
of the pictures off the video. Says that we could get some email  addresses
and send them out, maybe to the cops. Hell, we could use your computer so
that it would look like it came from you. Send em to some of your students.
Like that idea? Maybe with an offer to meet them for sex. I bet the cops
would be interested in that!"

"And what could you tell the cops? That we made you do it? You a big, strong
man, made by some kids? Even if they did believe you, the pictures would be
out there. Everyone would know. You would still lose everything. Or maybe I
could get Mom to say that she had found out that you sexually abused me when
I was, oh lets say 9 years old. Bet  she would too. She hates you. With these
pictures, her word and my crying testimony, they would buy it, don't you
think?"

My world was about to end. I was going to go to jail. But why tell me all
this. Maybe they wanted to use them on me.  I was going to be blackmailed.
But for what? They had access to anything they needed now. What more could I
give them? They could have all my money, they knew that.

I looked at my son. "Why are you doing this?"

He started screaming, the words rushing out violently." I thought maybe you
were an alright guy. But when you took my stuff, burned my videos, I realized
that you were no different than every other adult I ever met. You sounded
nice, but underneath you wanted to abuse me, order me around, treat me like a
child. I ain't no fuckin' child."

Then faster and louder,"When I went over to Anthony's to meet the guys, I
realized, that to me,  you represented all of the men who had used me,
treated me like shit. You had abandoned me to that bitch, my mother, just so
that you could have sex with other men. My life was hell and it's your fault.
You are the reason I was a prostitute. You are the reason I lived through 5
years of hell"

Then he slapped me, hard,  across the face. He was crying now. When he calmed
down he said, quietly and slowly, "I  told you that you would pay. Here's how
you will do it. We will humiliate you," and with great sarcasm, "You, dear
Dad,  are going to be our slave"

End part 2

To be continued