Date: Wed, 6 Dec 2017 23:29:42 +0000 From: Ed. P. Subject: My Son's Dom My Son's Dom If you're not looking for sex – including rough sexual use – between guys (over age of consent), then look elsewhere. Nifty costs money to run, it needs your donations if it's going to keep going. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Feedback more the welcome – let me know if you want some more to this story. Ed.the.P@gmail.com This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal or private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. Ed.P. Incest – Authoritarian. -------------------------------------------------------------------- I was so glad to be getting home, my meetings had finished early and so I had been able to make a dash the evening before my original plan. It had been a busy few days at the conference, but now I got to spend an extra day relaxing, and with any luck get to chill with my son, David. We'd only been reunited recently – his mother had left me to move in with her long-term boy-friend, and she'd been able to get custody. When he was 18 he was pretty much kicked out, and despite the lies she'd told him about me he came to find me – the last six months we'd got to know each other, and were getting on great. It was as though he'd never left. I pulled in to the drive and got out, as I went into the house I heard an odd noise – I guessed that David was watching something on T.V., and walked into the lounge. What I saw shocked me – there was David, but the noise wasn't coming from the T.V., it was coming from him and from the man standing over him. David was naked, except for a leather collar, he was down on all fours kissing the feet of the other man – he was standing over David rubbing his crotch with one hand, and holding a leather flogger with his other. All three of us froze for a few moments. I was first to speak. "What the fuck's going on?" David leapt to his feet. "Dad! ... I can explain." The other guy interjected. "I think I should be going." "Wait – I want to know what's been going on." "What do you think? I was having some fun with your son. He's into the same kinky sex as I am." I was shocked and couldn't reply for a moment; he continued. "I think it's best if I leave you to talk about this with him." With that he walked out, David stared after him – he was still rooted to the spot, and couldn't move. "Is he right?" "Uuuuurm. I guess that's it." "I think we should talk – but you might want to get some clothes on first." He took that as my permission to leave, and dashed out of the room. I don't know why, but as he left I couldn't help but look at his arse – it was tight, well-muscled, all in all a great looking arse...and then I noticed that there were some red lines across it. I poured myself a large whisky and collapsed into a chair. After a while David re-appeared, he'd thrown on joggers and a hoodie; he walked in very timidly, he was clearly embarrassed. He sat opposite me, I knew I had to handle this well or I'd lose him a second time. "Look David, you're my son and I love you unconditionally – there's nothing you can do to change that. You're an adult now too, if you don't want to tell me – I guess I have to accept that." He started to talk very tentatively. "Sorry about this Dad. I shouldn't have kept stuff from you, but it was so great to get to know you again and I didn't want to spoil it. Yes, I'm gay – it's only fair you know that." "I'm glad you feel you can share that." Whilst I was straight, I didn't think anything about being gay – I'd got gay friends, gay colleagues at work...in fact there were two gay guys in the footie club I played with, and I was perfectly happy to get into the communal showers with them; it was a total non-issue for me. I went over to him, and gave David a hug. "About the other stuff..." He was clearly finding this part more difficult. "I guess I didn't want you to see that." "Look, I don't know what that stuff's all about, and I don't get why anybody would want it...but I'm not here to stop you finding happiness. Just as long as you keep yourself safe." "Thanks Dad." He flung his arms around me again. "Yes, I'm keeping myself safe – he's a good guy." "Well that's that sorted." I was desperate to change the subject now, and thought that David would be too. "How about getting an Indian in for supper?" "Great idea." Soon enough the door-bell went with the food, David went to sort it out. My mobile buzzed on the table, and I grabbed it to read the text. "Whoops – bit of a mistake there bitch. Pity. Meet tomoz, I'll give you key to cb. Next time ur arse will pay." It seemed very odd as a message, I looked up at the sender and it just said `SIR' – then I realised that my mobile was in my pocket. David had an identical mobile and I'd just read his message – it must have been from the guy I interrupted earlier. I tried to put it out of my mind, and we enjoyed the food together. The night I lay in bed, I felt strangely aroused – at the conference, I'd picked up a sales rep and we'd spent the night together in her room...but somehow I was horned up like I hadn't had any for weeks. Without really thinking, my hand strayed down to my cock and started to stroke it. It wasn't the sales rep and her tits in my mind though, it was David – first him kneeling kissing this `SIR's' feet, and then his tight arse. Soon I shot my load – why the hell was I thinking about my son? Things got back to normal with David; but then a couple of weeks later he wanted to talk to me. He said that he was planning to move out, it wasn't that he didn't like living with me, and he'd still see me as much as he could – the problem was that he wanted to move in with the guy I'd seen, Zach. Zach was in a flat-share and so they couldn't get up to stuff there, and he couldn't at our house either. I could understand the problem. I was still very protective of my son, and wanted the best for him; so I suggested a meal with Zach so I could get to know him a bit. At first the evening was weird as hell. The last time we'd all been together hadn't been the best start; but David wanted to make it work – we were the two guys closest to him, and he wanted us to get on well. He cooked a fantastic meal, that and a few drinks to lubricate the evening and soon the three of us were enjoying the time together. Zach was 28, tall and slim – I could see why a gay guy would fall for him. He was charming and funny – my son had made a good catch, I could see that. As we were finishing I dropped my bombshell. "Are you sure you want to get a flat between you?" "I'm not trying to pinch your son, but yes – we want to live together." I had begun to notice that David didn't really speak when Zach was around. "I get that bit, but it's going to cost so much for you." "Yes – the money's going to be very tight, but it means we can be together." "I've got an alternative." "What's that?" "Look, this house has three levels, the second floor's been empty for ages – there's three rooms up there, you could easily make it a space just for the two of you. That would give you some privacy, and without the high rent." They looked at each other. "David, show Zach what I mean. You don't have to decide tonight of course." They both went out of the room and ran upstairs. Once Zach was gone David flung his arms around me. "Thank you for all that Dad. You're the best." He paused. "We chatted a bit, it's difficult though." "What do you mean?" "Don't want to bother you with all the nasty details...but you saw some of what we're into." "I don't need to know the rest of it...but the way I see it, up there you do what you want; but then when you want to spend some time with me you can come down here and be normal." I didn't push it – but left them to think about it. Eventually Zach came to see me, he was smiling – he said that if they would have privacy on the top floor, then they accepted my offer. We had a door put in so that the top floor was almost a separate flat within the house. A few days later Zach moved in – I noticed that David carried all of his stuff up, whilst he managed to avoid any lifting. That night I couldn't help think about what was going on up there – again I wanked off. We rapidly found a good way of working. We tended to eat together, and often David and I spent time together; but for the most part they lived up in their part of the house, whilst I lived in the rest of it. I took advantage of their privacy too, and had a few women round to my room; it all worked well. One night I woke up and needed a drink, so I went down to the kitchen – I didn't think anybody would be around, so I didn't put anything else on, so I was just in the boxers that I slept in. As I was pouring water in the kitchen Zach walked in. He'd clearly had a few drinks earlier, David was away visiting his sister. I turned around, and couldn't help but notice that he was checking me out. "Nice view there." "Thanks – glad you like it." It wasn't the first time a gay guy had checked me out, and I always found it flattering. "Can see where David boi gets his looks from." "What did you call him?" "David boi – sorry I forgot to drop the boi." "No problem, is that what you call him?" "Yes – I'm the Sir, he's the boi. Does that bother you?" "David seems happy, so I'm happy too." Zach was eyeing up my crotch, for some reason I was getting hard. "Like what you see?" "Sure do." He walked over to me. "The whole package." Then he ran his hand down my chest – I worked hard to keep my figure, and he clearly liked my pecs and abs...he didn't stop there though, at first the back of his hand stroked over my crotch, then he turned it round and grabbed at it gently. "Damned fine." I turned away to get my drink, and try and end this. He responded by doing the same with my arse. Then he tried to slip his hand inside my boxers. I grabbed his wrist and pulled it out. "Look Zach, I'm flattered, but no." Fortunately he let it drop and we both went off to our beds. The next morning he had sobered up, and as he dashed out to work he stopped to apologise; I told him that I didn't mind. But something had changed, I couldn't forget that he called my son `boi' – and he remembered it too. Once David was back, he quietly slipped into calling him boi in front of me; and David started to call him `Sir'. At first it seemed so odd, but soon I got used to it. Zach went off for a work training course – he was away for just over a week, David was clearly missing him lots, it was very sweet to see the love between them. But selfishly I also enjoyed having more of his company. His journey back was delayed, and he eventually arrived at about two in the morning – David had dropped hints that Zach would be wanting sex to make up for lost time, but given the delay it would clearly have to wait until the next day. It was a Saturday, and so we were all off work. I decided to make a cooked breakfast for us all; Zach and David came down, David was just in boxers – something else I'd noticed he'd been doing more and more – and Zach was shirtless but with joggers on. They both had fantastic bodies – clearly defined pecs and abs, tight arses, well worked arms – I shouldn't have been noticing them, but somehow I did. They drank some coffee as I cooked, eventually Zach taunted me gently. "You looked better that time you didn't bother with the dressing gown." This time I knew they'd be around, and so pulled my gown on over the boxers. I fought back. "Sounds like somebody's got sex on the mind – hasn't had it for a bit too long." David couldn't help laughing, and Zach took it in good part. "You win." "What's my prize?" "You get to keep the dressing gown on." I laughed that time, then he added "Double or quits?" I wasn't sure where this was going. "Why should I?" "Why not?" "What do I win?" "I cook breakfast and clear up." "And if you win?" "Dressing gown and boxers come off." I didn't know how this had suddenly turned into gambling, wasn't sure why I was getting interested either. "What's the game?" "Guess when you last had sex? You guess for me, and I guess for you – whoever's closer wins." This one should be easy, I thought, surely they'd have had sex just before he left. "Ten days ago." "Close – thirteen. I'm going to guess eleven with you – you had that hot date before I left." I counted back, and my face dropped. "Need to improve your maths – it was twelve..." "Still closer than you were." His smile was evident. "You going to pay up?" "I'm a man of honour." I untied the dressing gown and draped it over the back of a chair. Zach was licking his lips as I stood there just in my boxers; David was staring too. I paused, but knew I had to go ahead with this. I put my fingers into the waistband of my boxers and pushed them down. "Mmmmmmmmm – sure worth the wait." I tried to behave normally and got on with the cooking. As I put plates in front of them, Zach stroked my arse – David watched all of this closely and silently. I sat opposite and we all ate normally. I noticed that Zach rested his hand on David's crotch, and squeezed it a few times – David got up to clear our plates, and I could see that something was up under his boxers – I couldn't help looking, Zach noticed. "You seem intrigued by boi's crotch?" He then answered the question I didn't ask. "He's got a cb on there – keep him safe. You want to see?" I couldn't bring myself to answer...Zach decided the answer he wanted. "Boi, it looks like your Dad wants to see what's going on under there." David quickly dropped his boxers. He made no attempt to pull them back up again – he seemed happy to stand there naked. I could see the cb clearly now. "Don't worry about clearing up – boi can do that for you." "Cool – think I'll get a shower. I'm off out soon won't be back until the evening. Hope you both have great days." I stood up to leave – both Zach and I couldn't help but see that I was semi-hard. He reached out and stroked me a few times – I got harder. "Cool – you have a great day too." I fled to my room, a cold shower to try and calm things down – I put on my tightest boxers to hold the rock hard cock still and made it as unobtrusive. The next day we all woke late, I was in in the kitchen again when Zach wandered in. "Back into the dressing gown – pity." But then didn't mention anything further, but I couldn't help notice that he hadn't forgotten. That evening we were sitting around, there wasn't anything worth watching on T.V. and we just chatted; I don't know why, but I took the conversation back to yesterday's breakfast. "Think I could win the bet this time?" "Yeah – no prizes for guessing when I last had sex." He rubbed his crotch. "You could go with how many times though?" I don't know why, but I was interested. "Yeah, but there's nothing for you to guess." "We'll have to bet on something else. How about a coin-flip – that's good and simple." "Or we could leave the betting behind." I was getting a bit nervous. "Sound to me like you're chicken." I tried to laugh it off – but he had the idea in his head now. "How's about this – two coins. Two heads, I win; two tails, you win. One of each and we split the difference." "What do I win?" "I cook and clean for the whole week." "And if you win?" "You're naked all week..." he paused for a moment. "and locked up too." "What about the split difference." "You're naked, and I clean." "When you say naked." "Whenever you're at home, and there's nobody else here – you're naked. Your cock's locked up the whole time." He had his legs spread wide, and stroked his crotch. He didn't wait for an answer, but turned to David. "Get two coins – pass one to me and one to your dad." We both flipped – I held mine, though I couldn't help thinking I saw a head. He revealed his – a head, and then I opened mine – heads too. "Naked now!" That was an order, of the sort I'm sure he gave to David all of the time when they were alone. For some reason I almost ripped my clothes off, soon I was standing naked – and hard – in front of him. "Here's the rules. You can get dressed in your room immediately before you leave for work; but when you get back you strip off in the hall by the front door. Anytime I catch you wearing clothes is an extra day added. Now we need to lock you up too. Unfortunately boi's wearing the cb at the moment – strip off too." Soon David was also naked, Zach was watching us both – clearly horned up. He took a key from his pocket and beckoning David over, unlocked the padlock which held the cb together and took it off. Then beckoned me, we had to wait a while as I was hard – fortunately he didn't stroke me this time, didn't want to keep me hard I guess. Once he thought I would fit in, he rammed my cock into the cb and then locked it. He held my locked up cock and balls in his hands and smiled. "I suggested you bet on how many times we had sex yesterday. Just so you know – six times. I fucked your son four times, three times I shot my load deep in his arse and once I pulled out to shoot down his throat; then twice he sucked me off." My cock was straining hard against the cb, and Zach was clearly enjoying this. The next three days were hard – I was getting more and desperate for release. It didn't help that they had very loud sex with the door open every night; it didn't help that Zach had decided that as I was naked, it was only reasonable that David could be too (though he was wearing a collar the whole time). It had now been 16 days since I'd had sex, and I was sure that Zach was counting. The fourth evening I got in from work, stripped in the hall, and walked through to the kitchen. Zach was cooking, and David was sitting naked at his feet; I noticed that David now had a cb on too, even though at the weekend there was only one of them. "Hey there. This will be about twenty minutes if that's ok." "Yeah sure. Think I'll take a shower." "Make sure you don't wank." He laughed at his own joke. I showered and dried off, was about to put some boxers on, but remembered just in time to stop myself. That supper David stayed sitting on the floor, clearly Zach was pushing to see whether I'd say anything; I held my peace, this wasn't the time. But then David had to go out to training with his footie club. Zach was up on their floor, and I thought I should have a word. I knocked on the door, knowing I had to respect their privacy. Zach called me up – it was the first time I'd been there since he moved in. He was laying back in a sofa just wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt watching T.V. "Hey there Zach – can we chat?" "Sure – take a seat." I noticed that there were no other seats. He saw me looking round. "David usually sits on the floor. You might as well." What the hell, I thought. It was only once I was down there that I remembered that I was here to tell him not to make my son sit on the floor downstairs. "So, Zach." I started but he interrupted me. "It's odd to hear my name up here – boi always calls me Sir, it's what I'm used to...perhaps you should too." I ignored him. "Look, I like you, and think that we all get along well here – but I'm David's father. Do you think it's right to keep him naked and sitting on the floor around me?" He ignored my point. "Do you want out of the cb?" "What?" "Simple enough question. Do you want me to unlock the cb? It would have to go back on for appearances sake – wouldn't want boi to think I'm going soft. But you could take it off now, wank off – first time in ages now isn't it – then when he's around put it back on." "Well of course I'd like it off." "Good – call me Sir and suck my cock and you've got it." "What the fuck?" "Pretty simple. I'm a Dom so call me Sir. I'm also a horny bastard, so suck my cock. Then in return you get an early release." "I'm not gay though." "You get hard enough when I stroke your arse." I was getting angry and just left the room. The night I could barely sleep, I was so horned up – I hadn't had any pussy for ages, but even worse my mind was full of images of David, naked and kneeling at Zach's feet...and of Zach. At work the next day I was distracted the whole time, I knew that my work was suffering and that I needed to do something about it. I got home, was about to storm to my room but suddenly found that I couldn't go beyond the hall until I stripped off. Took my clothes to my room and examined the cb closely – was there no way that I could get this thing off. After a while, I heard Zach arrive – there wouldn't be long, David would be home in about half an hour, so I went to their floor again – knocking before going up, of course. "Hey there – had a good day?" "Hey Zach, frustrating." "Sit down and tell me all about it." I did sit, but didn't tell him about losing my train of thought in the middle of spreadsheets. "You remember the deal you offered yesterday?" "Yes – but remind me." "You give me the key to the cb if I call you `Sir' and suck your cock." He smiled as I said all of that. "Yes – that's how I remember it too." "I've changed my mind – I'm up for it." How bad could it be to suck a cock? I mean I've had loads of woman do mine. Then once I'm calmed down, I can reassert my authority. "Pity...the price has gone up." "What?" "Yes – that was yesterday's offer. Today it's a bit different, you have to watch me fuck David, and then suck my cock fresh from his arse." I looked horrified. "Trust me, you'll love it. Plus once you've seen me fuck him, you'll be even more desperate for release than you are now. It gets you hard just seeing him naked after all." "No way I could do that." "Don't be so hasty. You thought that yesterday, now you see things more clearly – if you come back tomorrow goodness knows what the price will be." I left, nearly slamming the door as I went. Then I got a text, an old flame I'd met a few times was around tomorrow and wanted to meet in the evening – I knew that would mean a good time in the bedroom afterwards...which just made getting this thing off even worse. I dashed back to Zach. "How would this work?" "Good question...let's see." He walked through to what was clearly their playroom. "I think you'd sit there – I'd have a short session with boi, ending by fucking him – then when I get close to the end, I'd look at you, and if you're still up for it, you nod, I pull out and stick my cock in your mouth – you get a nice load of cum, and then we're done. I'll let you think about it. Your deadline is after supper – boi's collecting it on the way home, once it's cleared up we'll come up here. If you want this, then come and kneel in the middle of the room and say: `can I watch please Sir?' Then we're on. You keep calling me Sir until I give you the key." Then he just walked off to their lounge room. I went downstairs and ran this through my mind. On the one hand, David would get to know, I'd have to see him get used sexually, I'd have to suck Zach's cock...and worst of all, he'd win. On the other hand, I'd get out of this damned cb, wank off tonight and release all of the stress, then get a night hot pussy tomorrow. Then return the household to how things were when Zach first arrived. Supper was odd, for once Zach and David were engaged in conversation – David was usually quiet around Zach. Then the plates went into the dishwasher and they went off upstairs. I gave them ten minutes before going up – I couldn't believe it, I was actually doing this. Zach was laying back on the sofa, David was sitting on the floor nearby, and Zach's arm was draped around him – he seemed so happy. He wasn't very surprised to see me, perhaps Zach had said something to him. I stood there, Zach didn't flinch or even acknowledge my presence. Slowly I got down on my knees. "Can I watch please, Sir?" "Of course you can boi. Go through to the playroom, we'll be there in a moment." I went and sat where I'd been shown before. Soon they came through, David was on a lead now and crawling on all fours. He lay on his back, nipple clamps went on, and Zach twisted them harshly – I could barely stop myself from attacking this man who was hurting my son...but then I saw that David was loving it. Soon a flogger came out, David stood and was attached to a frame – Zach travelled up and down his back, soon there was a red colour to his whole back. His arse was well-warmed too. There were cries of pain, but they were also cries of pleasure too. Then he was released from the frame, he immediately dropped to his knees and kissed Zach's feet – bathed them with his mouth. Zach was clearly enjoying this, and sat back onto a chair. He pulled off his t-shirt and David moved up and kissed all over his torso too – seemed to spend an age working on each armpit, then gently chewing his nipples. Zach showed that he'd had enough by pulled on the chain connecting the nipple clamps – a sudden shot of pain, and David cried out again. But Zach seemed to be enjoying it – I was hating it, or was I, I noticed that my cock was straining harder than ever, and that there was a puddle of pre-cum which had leaked out of my cock – was I really getting turned on by this? Zach stood and dropped his shorts – he wasn't wearing anything under them, David leapt onto his cock. It was already more than half hard and was a monster – 8.5 inches would be my guess. Zach grabbed David's hair and started to fuck his face – there were soon tears streaming down David's cheeks, but by now I was too engrossed and almost hypnotised by the cock. I'd never really paid attention to another guy's cock until this week, and David's had been locked away most of the time. Why was I so entranced? This was all the prelude to a good hard fucking. I was never entirely sure whether talk of anal sex was real or not – but soon it was shown to me. First doggy style – David went down on all fours, Zach rubbed a little bit of lube round his hole, clearly not much though. Stuck poppers under his nose for a few deep sniffs. Then rammed the whole thing straight in. Clearly David wasn't a virgin, but the suddenness was still a shock – but soon he seemed to be floating in joy. This is when I realised that he was enjoying serving Zach; that pleasing Zach was pleasure in itself for him. They changed positions several times, each time Zach just threw David around as though he was toy and plunged back in again. He would often pull on the chain on the nipple clamps – David would cry out in pain, but also pleasure. Then it got totally real for me – Zach looked over at me waiting for a response. Slowly I nodded. He pulled out, waved David out of the room – a small mercy that this humiliation wasn't in front of my own son – and then came over to me. I opened my mouth, put out my tongue, and tentatively licked his cockhead. That wasn't quite how Zach saw things though; he grabbed my head and pushed into my mouth. He wasn't as brutal with me as he was with David, but it was still almost more than I could take. I didn't manage to take the whole length, but he seemed to enjoy himself. I tried hard to focus, and remember everything I liked from getting blown – I kept my teeth off him, used my hands to work the cock. Then he asked me. "Do you want my cum?" I knew what I had to say. "Yes Sir." "Then ask for it – keep going until I'm convinced you really want it." "Please Sir, can I have your cum. Please shoot it in my mouth. Please fill my mouth with your cum Sir." Suddenly he pulled out and wanked his cock a few times, then pushed back in as deep as it would go. He held my head firmly, then I could feel him starting to unload – deep down my throat. Then he pulled back and the last few shots were delivered onto my tongue. "Tongue out." I obliged and he peered down, clearly enjoying seeing his cum resting there. "Swallow." I had to force it down, but soon enough it was down in my stomach. "Now clean my cock off – mouth first, then use that towel." I slowly licked off the remnants of cum and my spit, then gently dried him off. "Now dress me." I somehow managed to put the t-shirt back on, and shorts. "Before you cover my cock up – one last quick kiss to the end." I did so. "Now kiss my feet, and thank me." "Thank you for letting me watch today, Sir, and thank you for giving me your cock and your cum Sir." I wasn't quite sure where that came from, but it did the trick. Zach passed me a padlock key, and walked out. I dashed down to my room, got the wretched cb off – I was hard as a rock. I lay back on the bed, and set too. My mind was filled with the image of Zach, working David over, fucking him, then taking my face and filling it with his cock. I shot the biggest load I could remember all over my chest. Then promptly fell asleep. I woke during the night and went to get a drink of water. As I came back upstairs, I noticed that the door to their floor was open and I could hear the sound of fucking. I couldn't stop myself from creeping up – their bedroom door was open, and Zach, or Sir Zach as it seemed right to think, was there taking David's arse again. I got into a position where I could see them – could see Sir Zach's big cock taking my son, and could see David's tight arse getting filled. Both were so happy. I started to wank without even thinking – soon had a second load all over myself, I crept back downstairs and slept through until my alarm. The date the next night was a disaster, it started fine and she was clear that a bit of bedroom stuff would be in the offing; but I just couldn't go back with her. We kissed deeply, normally something which would drive me wild, and I was soft as ever. She was unimpressed with me, and left. I got home, by now a reflex, I stripped by the door and went up to my room. Suddenly my cock came back to life, but it was images of Sir Zach and David that filled my mind – nonetheless I wanked off. Soon it was the end of the week, and I no longer had to be naked. Sir Zach came down to find me in my usual boxers and dressing gown, and just said "pity." We both knew what he meant. David came down soon, he too was dressed, and seemed a little subdued. I was frustrated again – I had been wanking off every night thinking about them fucking and Sir Zach using me. I was clearly distracted and nearly burned the eggs. "Is something the matter?" Sir Zach asked. "No Sir, nothing." The Sir just slipped out, I never normally used it...though I had noticed that I thought about him as `Sir' when I wanked. He clearly noticed, and smiled. "Well, when you're ready, you know what to do." I pondered over breakfast, and just as he was about to leave I stood up; stripped off and knelt in front of him. "Please Sir, can I have more of your cock?" "No." I must have looked disappointed, but he continued. "You've seen some of what goes on between us, and now you've got a choice – all or nothing. If you want it, then for the next week I own you, you become my boi alongside David boi. You don't just get my cock – you get the full works. You'll get fucked by me, you'll get your tits and balls worked over, you'll drink my piss, you'll get beaten by me. Then at the end of the week you decide whether you want more." With that he walked out. I looked over to David. He came and sat next to me on the floor. "Sir's a demanding Master, Dad, but he thinks that you're a proper sub and that that's what you need. I've never been happier than serving him, but I think that having you alongside me would make me even happier." We hugged. "What do I need to do?" "Crawl and kiss his feet and call him Sir – he'll take it from there." I couldn't believe this – I was crawling through my own house to find this Dom. He'd gone into the back garden, it was a beautiful sunny day – fortunately the garden wasn't overlooked. I crawled out, kissed his feet, and said. "Is there anything you want, Sir?" "He just looked down and said – the week starts here."