Date: Tue, 25 Aug 2020 16:58:15 +0200 From: Hairy Beefy Beast Subject: chapter 28 of 'my father the whore This story is an entirely fictional work of adult erotic fantasy, involving consensual sexual relations between related persons. Copyright me 2020. If you're under the age of majority in your jurisdiction, please come back when you're of legal age. Nifty is free service that depends on your donations to survive. Please help them to keep providing this awesome resource for all of us by giving at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Email HairyBeefyBeast@gmail.com , by all means e-mail me with suggestions for the next chapter. If there are stories that you love let me know and give me some reading suggestions --------------------------------- A few days after my beating father and I were talking and I asked him. Father the beating, what is the highest number of blows you ever got in one session? Father stops to think and answers after a few seconds, I don't remember son it has been a while. But it's funny that you would ask that. Why is that father? Well, tonight I have a customer and he likes to hurt me, and with that I can see his dick grow in his short gym shorts. He is the one that gives me the longest and most severe beatings of all our customers. But he is very skilled, he starts slow and builds up. By the time he really has a go on me my adrenaline is so high I don't feel any pain and need more and more. What time will he be here? Well around 5pm, as he needs to be home not to late. You see he works in construction and needs to get up at 4am. I better start to work out otherwise I won't be ready when he gets here. And with that he walks down to the gym and starts to work out. Father mames sure his torso is so pumped up that every muscle is clearly visible, the harder the muscle the more pain it can endure father once said. And while father is working out, I check the video set up I have installed, with the money we have been making I could pay for a state of the art set of 10 4K cameras. Every detail was now on film. I only used it for special clients, and tonight would be one of them. At exactly 5pmn the doorbell rings, and father gets out of the smith machine (he was doing squads) and completely covered in sweat he walks over and opens the door. The man on the other side is enormous. You can see he is built as a bull but not from the gym but from decades of hard labour on construction sides. His head looks rough, but he has a gentle voice. His arms are enormous, his wrists the size of fathers biceps. The hands were the biggest thickest and roughest I had ever seen. I zoom in on his hands (my big fetish) and I can see thick rough fingers, even his finger tips are callused. Father greets the man and they give each other a big hug. Then they start to make out. I remember this customer. Father and he played a few months ago, it was rough but also very tender. If I did not know better I would think I am looking at two lovers. The level of trust and intimacy between them was something I had not seen with other customers. I turn the speaker on so I can listen, I hear father say. Oh my god it has been so long. I have missed you my big handsome bear. Big handsome bear, the man smiles as he repeats the words. Careful small one I might start to think you're gay. I know, father still denied he was gay, but I have a feeling that would change in the coming months. BHB takes one step forward and looks down on father. He must be at least one foot taller than father, and twice as wide. So little one, it has been a few really stressful months. I need to release a lot of tension. Are you game? Yes I am...good. As usual I'll tell you what we will do while I'm here. First I'll start with your corporal punishment, I see you are all pumped up. Good. Then I will fuck you until I dump my load in your ass. It will be fucking painful as I will beat your ass till the skin comes off. And last but not least, I will hold you and we will cuddle until you shoot your load all over my belly what of course you will lick off as well. OK? Yes, that sounds like the most perfect afternoon. I just can't remember, how many blows did you get the last time? I don't know...I was thinking about it this morning. I just can't remember. No worries, today we will do 1000 blows, and he extended his arm, waiting for dad to hold his hand. Hand in hand they walked over to the sling. In the sling you go, belly down my handsome wrestler. And with that Father climbs in the sling, his arms and legs hanging down on the side. So, this is how it will go down. I'll start with the flogger. 50 blows, on the left side of your back and on the right side of your back 50 on you right ass cheek and 50 on your left ass cheek. And with that he starts. Fünfzig (fifty), neunundvierzig (fourty nine), achtundvierzig (fourty eight), 47, 46, 45, 44, 43,.... fünf (five), vier (four), drei (three), zwei (two) ,eins (one) He liked to count in German, his parents came from Germany and German to him is the best language for discipline. That was fathers left side of the back, the same was executed to perfection to the right side. There was a tiny layer of red appearing on fathers back through his back fur. Fuck he was tough. And the entire time not one single sound came out of father. Now the same was done to the ass cheeks. As they were less covered in fur the red appeared to be more visible. But still father had not made the smallest sound. With that BMB with his booming voice said, well small now that's 200 blows. 800 to go. Now get in the sling on your back. It is time to wack the abs. again 50 on each side. Father turns around, on his face not the smallest amount of discomfort. His dick sticking out as hard as I had ever seen. Father was having a great time. And with that he lied down in the sling, his feet through the leather loops, and before he knew it. WACK! The first blow was on his left abs. After a while BMB whispered 100. And he walked closer to father and with his big mittens he slapped the abs a few times on each side. Fathers hard on was by now the hardest I had ever seen. And with fast moves BMB slaps fathers dick for about 10 times. This impresses father more, he screams but does not make one single effort to make it stop or hide his dick. He is under full control and mercy of this man and Father will not deny him what ever he wants. BMB steps back and looks at father. Well little one, your skin now is slightly red, It is time to give it harder abuse. And with that he walks over to his back and takes out what looks like a leather paddle. So little one, 100 blows on each side. Father turns around in the sling, and says YES SIR BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF ME. Make me suffer for you. BAM! 100, 99,98,97 .....5,4,3,2,1 now the right side of your back. I can see fathers breathing getting faster, on the face cam I can see how his face with each blow now is starting to show discomfort. But still no sound comes out of him. Fathers back now is clearly red, I can see marks of the leather paddle though the fur. Fuck it must be so painful. I got extremely aroused and wondered how much I could endure myself. That thought gave me a hard on. BMB made the same round as before and I was so mesmerised by the whole scene that before I knew it father was on his back in the sling. Presenting his abs for more of the abuse. Father looks at BMB and with his own strong hand he starts to beat his abs. Beat me beat me hard. Beat the shit out of me and see if you can get any sounds of pain out of me. BEAT ME HARD SIR! I NEED YOUR PAIN And with that the massive arm comes up and as fast as it could it made the leather paddle land on the right side of his abs. WAK! 100 WAK 99 WAK 98 all the way to 1. But the beating is not done yet, WAK 100 on the left hand side of the abs WAK 99 WAK 98 WAK 97......WAK 1 That's it little one, we are done for now. Father his entire ab section is as red as a lobster. I can see his abs go up and down with every breath. BMB places his hand very careful on fathers abs, he moans from pain and pleasure. Thank you sir, thank you for your pain. BMB caresses fathers abs, you feel so warm. This feels so good. Fathers total blow count at the moment is 300 with the flogger and 600 with the paddle. Stand up little one. Father gets out of the sling and stands there. Completely naked, his back, ass and abs are so red. BMB starts to caress fathers abused body, the big thick calloused hands like sand paper over dads super sensitive skin. Father enjoys the pain. It's the pain that only a strong man can handle. The abuse can be compared to 900 punches with a fist. BMB walks over to his bag gets a nice cigar and lights it. As he looks at father you can see the total admiration in his eyes. You sure can take a beating don't you little one. Father starts to radiate with pride. Yes I do sir. I do because I want to suffer for you. You help me take it sir. BMB walks over and as they stand really close to each other you can see the level of intimacy and caring this two men share. In that moment I knew and understood that at some point those two men would decide to be together for the rest of their lives. I knew, they felt it but neither dared to admit it. For the next 20 minutes they share the cigar, feel each other and every now and then kiss each other. Fathers torso is still red, and father whispers. Sir we need to finish the 1000 blows, or we will have no time for the other activities you want to do with/to me. I don't want to rush you sir but I also know you need to be in bed on time. Yes little one, you are right. And with that he goes to get a red rope out of his bag. Ok little one, now grab the top of the sling. Father raises his arms, and grabs the top of the sling. He looks like he is going to do a pull down exercise for his back. I can see his wide back, narrow at the waist wide as a truck at the shoulders. Ok, 50 blows to each side of your back then we ARE AT 1000 blows. You would not expect it, but because of the rope made of nylon it is way more brutal then the leather paddle or flogger. With all his strength BMB uses the rope as a whip. The rope makes almost no sound, but I can see from fathers tension when the rope hits his back. With every blow I can see a dark red line appear on fathers back. Fuck even through the back fur I can clearly see the lines the rope makes. First dark red, but soon the dark red turns into a darker purple. Father is in complete trance, the pain must be almost unbearable. But father endured. After 50 blows on each side fathers back was marked with purple lines all over his back. It looked like a map. And with that BMB gets his cigar and wishers into fathers ears, it is time to breed you. Father goes on all fours, and with one smooth move BMB slides his big thick construction dick into fathers ass. He leans forward onto fathers back, that for the first time that afternoon I hear screams from pain. The weight of BMB combined with his rough thick hands holding onto fathers back were just brutal and very painful. BMB does not care he fucks for about 15 minutes and dumps a massive load into father. Without exchanging any word they both move to the day bed, BMB likes down and father lies on top of him. Then they cuddle for a long time. The contrast between the brutal beating and the intense cuddle could not be greater if they tried. And then it happened, while they were cuddling and kissing father without touching himself discharged a huge load onto BMBs belly. Father licked it all up with his lounge but did not swallow his cum. His mmouth was full and he slowly moved his head up into the direction of BMBs head. What was he doing. And before I realised, I could see fathers cum drip out of his mouth into BMBs mouth. BMB swallowed fathers cum! What was that! And they continued to cuddle and have small chat until BMB had to leave. Father was left alone with a red and purple torso and a smile on his face. I could not hold off any longer and decided to go down and join father in the gym. I walked over and father with a big smile on the face said, did you watch? Yes father I did and it is all on film. Father gave me a big smile. I moved forward and looked at his red belly. And I have no idea were it came from but with a stern voice I say. So red abs, back and ass but your chest is not touched. What a waste of an all pumped up muscle chest. I step forward and grab both his nipples and squeeze. Father complains, ahhh son not now! I take one step back, and give my father a slap across the face. I can see were my fingers marked his face red. SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH. Father looks at me and with the most intense look he replies YES SIR! I grab his nipples and begin to squeeze them as hard as I can. Pressing my fingernails into the nipples. Fathers face shows the pain. His dick is hard again. He starts whimpering , ohhh don't stop son hurt me son. Ohhh this is so good. I need this pain son, I need it. I whisper back, I know daddy I know I. I'm here for you. .....more to come