Date: Sat, 27 Jan 2018 17:48:00 +0400
From: Ralph Gordon <dadfootlover@gmail.com>
Subject: Robert and his Dad's Feet Part 5

Robert and his Dad's Feet
Part 5
by Ralph Gordon

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this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed
without the consent of the Author. I have tried to recreate events, locales
and conversations from my memories of them. In order to maintain their
anonymity in some instances, I have changed the names of individuals and
places.

This story is about Robert's intense fetish for men's feet, especially his
dad's, and oscillates between his actual experiences growing up and the
fantasies that he derived from them. As you might guess, I am telling my
story through the character Robert.

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Please read parts 1, 2, 3 and 4 if you haven't already; they describe
Robert's earlier actual experiences with and also fantasies about his dad's
feet.

Robert's Eighth Fantasy: Chastity with Dad

In some of Robert's fantasies, he liked to imagine his father obsessing
about chastity and completely controlling his son's sexual activity with
religiously-inspired fervor.

On his eighteenth birthday, Robert's dad bought him a clock for his
bedroom. What Robert didn't realize was that a camera was hidden in that
clock for his dad to have a more intimate look at his son's sexual life.
Robert placed it on his desk where he studied every day after school. The
camera had a wide view and recorded video and the lens was not conspicuous.

At night, when his son was in the shower, his dad would come to his bedroom
and remove the little card that held the precious monitoring data from a
little slot at the back of the clock. The slot's cover was unlocked using a
key that only his dad had. He would then replace it with a blank one, head
off to his study and check the previous twenty-four hours of video to see
what his son had got up to in his bedroom.

Mr. Gordon, Robert's dad, was not stupid. He was also a control freak and
extremely religious. Ever since he discovered what we will refer to as 'the
Faith', when he was in his late twenties, he followed it to the letter and
expected his son to do the same. The Faith had strict restrictions on
masturbation, sex outside of marriage, homosexuality, fetishes, etc. When
his son became a teenager and never spoke to him about sex, he figured that
the young man must be experimenting, or at the very least masturbating.

Now Mr. Gordon, when he was Robert's age, used to masturbate frequently to
thoughts of pretty girls in his class. He even fucked one he was at school
with from time to time, before he went off to University.  He enjoyed those
sexual pleasures freely and without guilt. He forgave himself for those
sins because, at that age, he had not yet found the Faith and its
infallible guidance. Since his son had been brought up in the Faith, he
expected him to follow all its guidelines strictly. The camera in his room
would be the first step on this journey. He wanted to see what his son was
secretly up to before tackling his issues head-on.

Mr. Gordon didn't care if Robert was horny a lot. His aim was to impose the
religious guidance on his son regardless, because, after all, it was the
Truth, and Truth must be followed as it is the only way to the salvation of
the soul.

And Robert was horny a lot. And his desires were far off the straight and
narrow path that his Faith expected to follow.

Two nights after his son turned eighteen, Mr. Gordon reviewed the video
footage of his son's bedroom, glad that his wife was out of the country on
a business trip for three days, and noticed something peculiar. At around
six pm, Robert took out a green box from inside his guitar case (the guitar
was always left outside in a corner) and placed it on the floor of his
bedroom. He watched his son pass in front of the camera and heard him turn
the key in the lock. Then he kneeled in front of the box and took out
several papers. He laid them out on the floor and unzipped his pants. Mr.
Gordon looked closer at the screen, trying to see what was on the papers,
but he was unable to make anything out, as the light was dim and the
resolution of the video wasn't that great. Nonetheless, he could clearly
see his son spreading his saliva on his cockhead and stroking his young,
erect penis while he stared intently at the papers in front of him. His dad
assumed they must be pictures and wondered what turned his son on. He
thought it was beautiful, how similar he and he son where, as he used to
masturbate in this fashion often in his teens, but quickly he shook away
the thought and it was replaced by religiously-inspired disgust.

"Look at him," Mr. Gordon thought to himself, "sinning away and spilling
his precious seed. He must be stopped and controlled."

Ten minutes of video later, he saw he son having an orgasm and shooting his
load into a tissue in his left hand. He cleaned up and returned the papers
to the green box, which he carefully placed inside the guitar box. He saw
his sexually satisfied son then continue with his routine of study and
occasional guitar-playing.

Now, this was footage of the night before. At this very moment, his son was
probably studying and getting ready for bed.

Mr. Gordon quickly closed his laptop, went into the corridor and knocked on
his son's door.

When Robert opened the door, he asked him, "Son, do you mind rushing to the
corner shop? We need some bread and eggs for breakfast tomorrow morning and
I'm too tired to drive right now."

Always the good boy, Robert obeyed his dad's wishes and went off to the
corner shop to do the shopping. Mr. Gordon knew he had about ten minutes of
spying to do. The moment he heard the engine being turned on, he unzipped
the guitar case and removed the green box, grateful that neither of them
was locked.

"Stupid boy," he thought, a sly smile on his face.

What he saw inside the box shocked him: photo after photo of naked studs
and jocks. Beautiful men with nice muscles. But there was something else he
noticed. Many of the photos were close-ups of men's feet. He went through
the pile of papers, all the way to the end, to make sure he hadn't missed
anything. At the bottom of the pile were about ten papers containing
pictures of a particular guy's legs and feet on a bed.

Mr. Gordon recognized that bed. It was the master bedroom. And those were
his legs and feet.

He thought to himself, "The pervert has been taking pictures of my feet and
jacking off to them!" He looked carefully at the pictures of his feet
again, trying to understand what his son must have been thinking when he
took them and if he was aroused when he did.

"How many times has he masturbated to my legs and feet?" he wondered. He
pictured his son frantically masturbating, staring at the pictures of his
big, masculine feet, mouth open, shooting load after load of youthful
semen, shivering from the euphoria of orgasm.

This was all too much for the father. He closed the box and shoved it back
into the guitar case, which he returned to its original location.

His meaty feat slapped against the floor as he went off to his bedroom in
confusion and rage, trying to take this new revelation in, his penis and
balls (from which Robert's life came) tucked comfortably inside his
underwear that he always slept in.

Robert had no idea that anything had changed as he went into the bathroom
to brush his teeth after he got back from the quick shopping. As he was
leaving the bathroom and heading back to his bedroom, he stopped to say
goodnight to his dad.

His dad was lying on his back on the bed, head on a pillow, laptop on his
groin area and his meaty, wide soles displayed inadvertently for Robert's
viewing pleasure at the foot of the bed.

"Goodnight dad," said Robert, his eyes glued on the slightly tanned soles
of his dad's freshly showered feet, which were crossed one over the other.

Mr. Gordon was completely engrossed in what he was reading but glanced at
Robert long enough to see that his son was not looking at his face when he
said goodnight, like normal boys would. The sinning youth was so obsessed
with his feet, he realized, that he couldn't pull his eyes away from his
maker's soles when they were presented to him in this fashion. The pictures
that his son had taken of his feet flicked through his mind and he was sure
the feeling of disgust showed in his eyes when he looked at his son and
replied, "Goodnight."

The father made a mental note of how intoxicated his son was with his feet,
as Robert returned to his own bedroom, unaware of what was going on in his
father's head. Mr. Gordon was content, though, that his son had confirmed
his lust for dad-feet with that goodnight look he had just given him. His
instinct was to give the boy a good slap in the face with his strong feet
but he resisted the urge to confront the boy at this time. He had plenty of
reading to do regarding how to deal with his son's unnatural urges and
thankfully his Faith provided plenty of information on their official
website.

It had been about twenty-four hours since Robert had last masturbated to
some pictures from his secret green box that was not so secret anymore. As
he lay in bed, the thought of his dad's meaty soles in the next room
preoccupied his mind. He noticed that the light was still on in the master
bedroom. Controlled by a strong force of lust, he got out of his bed and
made his way to the bathroom.

Thanks to geometric coincidence, when he stuck his head out of the bathroom
doorway and looked into the master bedroom, he was able to view his dad's
hairy legs and masculine feet without seeing the upper half of his maker's
body. This was due partly to a large cupboard that extended up to very
close to the door of the master bedroom. Of course, thanks to light moving
in straight lines, his dad would therefore not be able to see his son's
face staring at their prize. Robert was grateful that his dad had left the
door wide open and had left the lights on. He was also grateful that his
dad had decided to place his feet at the foot of his bed and cross them
over each other in a way that drove him crazy. Nonetheless, part of him
wished that luck was not on his foot-viewing side that night so that he
could just stay in bed and sleep and not act on his urges because he knew
deep down that this was not right according to the Faith. Not only was he
masturbating, but he was jacking off to a man. And not any man but his dad.
And not even his dad's dick but his gorgeous feet. This felt like a
triple-sin to him.

Robert's lust beat his self-control by miles and he started stroking his
penis that was always hungry for man feet, succumbing to the animal urges
that he tried so hard to ignore. His eyes were glued to his dad's soles,
roaming over them much like a scout scans an area before giving his army
the all clear to move forward. His dad's feet were particularly lively that
evening and Robert strained his neck to get a better view while remaining
out of sight of his dad. Dad kept making circles with his feet, then
scrunching his powerful toes before arching them back, giving his feet an
even wider appearance, like they were begging Robert to come closer. His
foot movements were unpredictable and extremely arousing for his poor son.
Of course, Mr. Gordon was not aware of the effect that his foot movements
were having on his son's mind and naughty penis, just a few meters away
from him. He was too busy staring at the website that would give him
guidance on dealing with his sinning son.

Robert was always amazed at the power that his dad's feet had on him. He
was rock hard in seconds and ejaculated only two minutes after whipping out
his dick in the bathroom, still staring at his dad's feet, brought to the
point of no return by the incessant foot-dance that his dad was performing.
Seconds before his orgasm, an interesting thought passed through his mind.
According to the Faith, the Creator created man to worship Him. And here he
was worshipping his creator, his dad. Surely this could not be wrong. As
his dick throbbed and throbbed during his intense orgasm, he wondered if
the foot-dance that his father performed was coded in his DNA, designed to
turn his son on in precisely this fashion, to get his creation (his boy) to
worship him. As his orgasm came to an end, a slight feeling of sadness
overtook the young man as he wished with all his heart that he could
worship his dad's feet openly and rub his penis on the soft soles.

Robert's dad was quite agitated but eager to get to work curing his son. As
he scrolled down the website page he moved his feet more often and more
extremely. It was a habit of his that he always had and his foot-dance
tended to be more aggressive when he was energized like he was tonight. He
did not realize that it had the ironic effect of increasing his son's lust
for his feet. He did not hear the splashes of semen from his son in the
bathroom. He assumed Robert had been taking a last pee before going to bed.
Later, as Robert drifted off to dreamland, his dad continued to read the
guidelines.

The title of the webpage he was on was 'Dealing with your son's
homosexuality and fetishes' and it was part of the Faith's official
website. The Faith's best psychologists had helped to interpret the
religious writings and gave practical advice to parents who wanted to
tackle their sons' issues.

'Shock is the normal response from a loving father when he realizes that
his son has desires contrary to God's wishes and it is understandable that
he wants to do everything to prevent his son from getting lost on a path of
sin. Young men will try to pleasure themselves at almost every opportunity
they get. Our aim is to channel those desires in the right direction and
the sooner you get to work in helping your son, the happier you both will
be.'

Robert's dad nodded to himself and kept reading, eager to get to this
practical advice so he could get to work on his son as soon as possible.

'Time and effort will be required on the part of both father and son. A
strong desire to change is also needed. If a boy has been engaged in
thoughts of homosexuality and/or fetishes for a while, it is strongly urged
that the first step is not the complete termination of such desires but
complete sexual supervision by the father, where he will get a complete
understanding of what makes his son tick. Trying for overnight
transformation rarely works...'

Mr. Gordon frowned, realizing that quite the journey was ahead for both of
them and continued to scroll down.

'Please get in contact with one of your local Elders using the contact form
provided below. They are trained in such matters and should be consulted
prior to any corrective action. They will be able to tailor the corrective
action to your son's specific needs as situations vary from person to
person.'

The father sent an email via the contact form on the webpage, wondering who
they would link him up with and if he was someone that he knew, as it was,
after all, quite a small religious community.

Robert's dad began to feel a little horny and readjusted his pants to give
his semi-erect dick a more comfortable place to settle. He decided to give
the website reading a little break and turn his attention to some other
reading material that helped him get off from time to time, especially when
his wife was not available.

On his computer, he had a folder full of sex stories. Technically, this was
not obscene pornographic material and he, therefore, did not feel guilty
when he masturbated to them. Also, they were male-female stories, so it was
as close as possible to sex between husband and wife within a marriage.

At least, that's what he told himself.

That's how he reconciled being religious and needing sexual release.

Mr. Gordon, you see, was human, and a man, like the rest of us.

He got sexual urges and craved release.

He had to ejaculate.

It was a basic animal instinct that always won, fight it as much as you
want.

That perfectly-shaped pink dickhead of his needed to be stimulated, be it
via his wife's pussy or his own hands while he read his erotic material.

What worked in his favor was that he was straight and married and so his
orgasms were channeled in the correct direction in the first place. He felt
good about himself and even better knowing how off the righteous path his
son was.

He was only in his underwear as he got up and switched the bedroom lights
off. He closed the door and returned to bed, legs and feet now under his
white bedsheets. He stared intently at the computer screen, reading one of
his favorite stories. His strong fatherly hands pulled out his warm cock.

"That's the Holy dick that created the foot freak in the next room," he
told himself as he began to stroke himself, his foreskin sliding over and
over his rock hard acorn-shaped dickhead, concentrating on the straight
story in front of his eyes.

Halfway through the story, he tensed up, leg muscles straining, feet
pushing hard against the lower parts of the bedsheet, causing it to come
out completely from under the mattress, and he shot load after load of hot
cum, some degree of shame washing over him during his orgasm, as he
realised he was indeed sinning to some extent. The semen got all over his
stomach and chest and he realized it had been several days since his last
orgasm. He was too tired to clean up. He shut off the laptop, placed it on
the floor near the bed, then turned around to sleep on his stomach as he
usually did. His right foot was completely exposed at the foot of the bed.
His last thoughts before he drifted off to sleep involved trying to cover
his foot with the bedsheet but he never got round to doing so before sleep
got to him.

Robert had to pee when he woke up at four am, and he lazily made his way to
the bathroom. On his way back to his room, he heard the masculine snoring
of his dad in the master bedroom.

"Please got back to bed," he whispered to himself contradictorily, as he
gently pushed open the master bedroom door, glad that it no longer squeaked
like a few years before.

Moonlight flooded into the large room and his dad's right calf and foot
were bathed in it. Robert was hit with sexual desire but also a strange
loving feeling that was particularly strong when he woke up on moonlit
nights such as these. He couldn't believe his luck at being shown the
heavy, strong, right foot of his maker without him having to do any work
like removing bedsheets. His own feet made no sound as he crossed the area
between the doorway and the foot of the bed and he kneeled, with his face
just inches away from his prize, the sole of the foot wide and flawless,
begging to be kissed by an adoring soul.

The boy almost teared up as he delivered a gentle kiss to the middle of the
heel, the feeling of contact sending what felt like an electrical signal to
the base of his brain, his dick rock hard in his pajamas, creating a huge
tent below his stomach. He then gently licked the heel a few times,
savoring the taste, which he could only describe as 'Dad's feet', a mixture
of saltiness, man sweat and something uniquely 'dad' that he couldn't quite
explain. He liked to think it was testosterone, or some pheromones, or
something similar that was being released by his dad into the air near his
feet. As his tongue passed over the heel, it felt hard yet soft at the same
time.

"I love you, Dad," he thought to himself, as he kissed the big toe and
genuinely felt the love coming out of himself and pouring into his dad. He
felt like his dad's soles were the way to truly connect with his maker. If
only his father could understand and return the love.

Mr. Gordon meanwhile was having dreams of his wife kissing his feet and
licking them, his sleeping penis partially erect and his dried semen still
on his cockhead and stomach, being pushed into and absorbed by the
bedsheets by the weight of his fatherly body.

Robert did not realize that his dad was dreaming that someone was licking
his feet while he was doing so in real life. He also had no idea that his
dad's penis was hard. Some of the semen molecules were making their way
into his nostrils and that might explain the special 'pheromones' smell he
thought he was experiencing.

In an ideal world, he would be able to snuggle near his sleeping dad, push
his upper body up slightly so that he could access the penis of his maker
and gently suck and lick it, even when his father slept. The smell of sex
would be overwhelming and the dried semen from his dad's previous
ejaculation would begin to smell stronger as his son's saliva began to mix
with it. His tongue would search eagerly all over his dad's stomach and
groin for traces of life-seed, making them moist and swallowing every drop
he was able to find. His mouth would wrap around the semi-hard, sleeping
cockhead and his youthful tongue would push its way under the foreskin and
swirl around the hardening acorn, still seeking out any traces of salty
father cum. He would then suck and suck until his dad was rock hard and
probably awake, the man's hands pushing hard on his son's head, requiring
him to keep sucking until finally, with a satisfied grunt, he would shoot
his load into his son's adoring mouth.

But he only allowed himself to kiss his feet, and even then in fear and
dread. He left the room soon after, terrified that his dad would wake. He
tried to forget about his raging erection as he lay on his bed afterward.

The next day, at the office, Dad received a reply from Elder David, a man
who he had met a few times and who also knew his son. David was the Elder
who had been assigned to his case and his email read:

'Dear Mr. Gordon,

Thank you for your email concerning your son. Please come with your son on
Thursday at 5:30 to my office at the Elder's quarters. I will do everything
in my power to get your son on the right path as soon as possible.

Best regards
David (Elder)'

That same evening, Robert's dad walked into his son's room and sat on his
bed. The youth was working hard on his math homework at his desk, his head
just inches away from the camera that had revealed all to his father.
Robert didn't want to look at his dad because he knew he would probably
have his massive feet on the bed and it would be a terrifyingly arousing
sight for his already-tormented soul.

"Do you know David from the Faith?" asked his father, legs and feet indeed
on his son's bed. He placed his soles on his son's pillow, rubbing them
into the soft fabric.

Robert turned and realized his fears had come true as he saw his dad's sexy
feet. Not only were they on his bed but on his actual pillow. The sight
both angered and aroused him. He hated that his dad was invading his
personal space and yet loved seeing his feet dominating it with their meaty
presence.

"Oh, yeah. I know David," replied Robert, quietly.

In fact, Robert had a massive crush on the man. David was about ten years
older than him. He had earned Elder status at a relatively young age by
being a very religious and Holy man. He also managed to work out a lot
despite his busy lifestyle, both at work and in the religious community.
Robert used to check him out all the time when he was growing up. He had a
Mediterranean look and beautiful feet.

Robert had met him for the first time when he was at a religious camp, some
years prior.. On the first evening of the camp, David, who was wearing long
pants, sat in a chair with his bare feet propped up on a table and Robert
sat next to him, trying to make light conversation. Not only was he in love
with David, but seeing his sexy smooth soles, slightly pinker and less
arched than those of his dad, drove him crazy with sexual lust. He was
helplessly drawn to him. He so badly wanted to tell him that he liked him,
and almost did, but decided not to, worried that the gorgeous, confident
man would shun him. Instead, he went up to his sleeping quarters and cried
to himself, unable to even masturbate to thoughts of the man's feet, so in
love was he.

"We have a meeting with him after work tomorrow, so just take the bus to
town after school, okay?"

"Oh, okay. What is the meeting about?"

"Just about your future in the Faith. We want to ensure you are on the
right path."

"Okay." It seemed innocent enough to Robert, although he was scared of
being given responsibilities in the Faith as school was tough enough
already.

Mr. Gordon left work early on Thursday and went home first. He knew his son
was heading straight to town after school and this gave him the opportunity
to collect the green box of sin and bring it to the meeting.

Robert was waiting for him at the Elder's quarters in a beautiful area of
town, a little way up a hill.

When he saw his dad walking towards him triumphantly, with the green box in
hand, Robert almost fainted with fear.

"Oh God," he thought to himself. "Please be another box."

He felt like throwing up as his dad led him up the stairs with hardly an
exchange of words. His hands were shaking and he felt like disappearing
under the ground. His terrified dick was probably the softest it had ever
been and he regretted ever printing out those porn pics and cumming to them.

His father placed an arm around him as they stood in front of David's door
and knocked. This felt false, like a gesture of control and ownership as
opposed to a gesture of love.

Seconds later, the door opened and David was there, smiling and confident,
wearing a shirt and khaki pants. There was a part of Robert that wanted to
hug the man and beg him to save him and take him away from this hell he was
feeling. He noticed that David had unbuttoned his two top shirt buttons and
Robert could see his hard pecs clearly from where he stood. His biceps were
also large and firm and this caused Robert to get the familiar butterflies
in his lower belly, which he got whenever he saw a handsome man.

"Nice to meet you again, Mr. Gordon," he exclaimed, sounding reasonably
cheerful, shaking the man's hand. "And glad to see you too, bud," he said,
as he gave Robert a firm, confident handshake, which he hoped he
reciprocated well. "Have a seat, guys."

Father and son sat on the couch next to each other, facing David.

The next half hour went by in a blur for Robert. He was almost dizzy with
fear and self-hatred as his father explained the situation to David, who
nodded and became more and more serious as time went by.

"He's been masturbating to these pictures," said Dad, as he opened the box
and handed it over to David, who went through them attentively.

"And to make things worse, look at these ones!" Mr. Gordon pulled out the
photos of his own legs and feet his son had taken. "That's me." He shook
his head in disgust and Robert just stayed quiet and prayed it would all be
over soon. At least the truth was out now and that lessened his anxiety
somewhat. He instinctively covered his groin area with his hands, horrified
that his private sexual fantasies were completely out in the open to both
men. A tear slid down his cheek, as he began to fill with sadness and
regret.

"Don't worry too much, Robert," sais David, as he placed a hand on the
young man's knee. "Sometimes we leave the righteous path but together we
will get you back on the Holy path of salvation."

Robert nodded eagerly, glad that there was a solution to all this, grateful
that they were not being violent towards him.

"You will not be seeing these again, obviously," said David, as he placed
the box on his desk.

"How long have you had these desires, Robert?" asked David.

"Since I was around five." Robert looked down at the ground in shame.

"And what about your dad's feet?"

"Around the same time."

"Did he rub his feet against your penis when you were young?"

Robert hesitated. "No. I don't remember if he did."

"Would you like it if he rubbed your penis with his feet?"

Robert's pause was longer this time. "Yeah." Another tear fell down his
cheek and David swiftly wiped it away with his thumb.

"I can tell you now that the first step to healing is to channel all sexual
desires towards your dad. Think of no other man, okay?"

"Okay," Robert replied, a little confused.

"It will all make sense eventually, Robert. You just need to have Faith.
Your dad made you and he will help you rechannel your desires. All in good
time." he gave Robert's knee a little squeeze.

"So, gentlemen, today we take a few measurements, photos and we teach
Robert the supplication pose," stated David as he stood up and took a few
items from his desk drawer.

"Supplication pose?" queried the father.

"A pose that makes your son show his respect and admiration for you. You'll
see soon," replied David. "Just to be clear, the program that you are
embarking on has two components. There is the religious aspect, but there
is also the data collection component. You see, reparative therapy is
illegal in most places now and some scientists are quite pissed off because
it is very hard for them to collect data. So, we collect as much relevant
data as possible and send it to them. In return, they help us improve our
treatment plans to make them more effective. Both sides are very grateful
for each other's inputs."

David loved the idea of collecting data about sexual deviances and getting
them analyzed. He felt like he was helping not only the Faith to making
their youth more Holy but the scientific community to better understand
these perversions.

"It's pretty disgusting that we can't even do what's right for our children
these days," commented Mr. Gordon.

"Absolutely," said David. "Look at the consequences of our immoral society.
Robert's whacking off to pictures of men and we are all supposed to just
sit back and applaud! Good thing you discovered his sexual behavior
patterns early. The homosexual lifestyle is a path to self-annihilation,
and you are halfway there, boy."

Robert was afraid. David's tone was becoming more and more... merciless...
and the happy, carefree man from before was fading away fast.

David took out his notebook and scribbled some notes down. "This is a
triple problem," he said aloud. "Homosexuality is code 12. Incest is code
19. And foot fetish... errr.. let's see here..." He flicked through a
little book that Robert noted was entitled 'Sexual Problems' until he
reached a page somewhere in the middle. "Foot fetish is code 124."

He went to his desk and took out a video camera and tripod and placed it
directly in front of Mr. Gordon.

"Alright, Robert, first thing's first: admitting your problem. Let's have
you remove your dad's shoes and socks first."

Robert did so, the intoxicating smell of his father's work socks and
leather shoes causing his dick to engorge slightly, despite the situation
he faced. He loved peeling off the dark work socks, revealing the smooth,
pale skin of the soles beneath. He made sure to rub his fingers over the
foot as he did so, from heel to toes, enjoying the feeling of the soft,
warm skin of his fingers passing over rougher, then smoother, then again
rougher terrain, his dad's foot a giant landscape that he longed to roam
with his lips and tongue..

"Put your fingers on his feet and look into the camera and tell us your sin
exactly as it is. Talk from the heart," commanded David, commencing the
recording with the push of a button.

Robert swallowed and began, "I like men and I have a strong craving for my
dad's feet. I think they are beautiful and I don't know why." He pushed his
fingers into his dad's smooth arch as he said this.

"And now tell us what you should be doing with your penis."

"I should want to put it inside a pretty girl's vagina like normal guys."

"You should want to put it DEEP inside her," added David. "Shoot that sperm
as close as possible to her ovaries."

"Deep inside her," said Robert, still looking at the camera, his voice
trembling, wondering if he was convincing them.

"Great," said David. "Now Robert, get your feet naked as well and place
your feet right next to your dad's. I want to take some measurements and
photos."

A minute later, Robert's socks were on top of his dad's on the floor and
they were sitting very close to each other on the couch, feet touching,
four bare soles pointing directly at the camera and David.

"Interesting," said David as he knelt in front of father and son, staring
intently at the soles. He rubbed the arches of both son and father and
said, "Mr. Gordon, you've got very high arches, and your son only a slight
one. Your feet are also wider than your son's and your toes more masculine.
No doubt he wishes to have such feet himself and he has eroticized what he
cannot have."

The father nodded in approval but Robert wasn't too sure if he believed
David's hypothesis. Anyway, he wasn't in a position to question the man,
who was an Elder after all and final authority on such matters. He tried to
enjoy the feel of the sides of his feet brushing against his dad's. In the
next few minutes, David took photos of the feet from different angles and
placed a measuring tape across the soles of both men's feet, measuring toe
lengths and thicknesses, foot width, depth of arch, etc., Robert savoring
the feeling whenever David's determined hands met his feet.

"Alright Robert," said David, after the measurements had been taken and
notes written down by the Elder. "Let's have you kneel in front of your
dad. I'm going to teach you the supplication pose, which you will be using
in the future to beg for forgiveness for your sins. And gentlemen, let's
have the pants and underwear off, please."

"Why?" asked Mr. Gordon, not angrily.

"The supplication pose requires your son to look directly at your penis.
It's a very important part of the corrective therapy."

"Okay," said the father and removed his work pants and underwear. Robert
stared at his father's beautiful soft penis and scrotum, a sight he hadn't
seen since he showered with his father years ago. They looked exactly as he
remembered and seemed pure and righteous.

He kept staring at his dad's dick as he removed his own pants and
underwear, his dick more or less flaccid, thankfully.

He knelt in front of his dad.

"You can sit back, Mr. Gordon," instructed David.

Robert's dad sat on the sofa and his manly feet were suddenly inches from
his son's face.

"Grab his feet firmly, Robert and place your thumbs in his arches.

Each of Robert's hands grabbed a foot and he looked at his father's soft
dick.

Robert immediately began to get hard.

David knelt also and spoke to Robert. "The hardest part of the supplication
pose is not the kneeling itself. It is the state of your penises during the
ritual. Let this be very clear to you: true supplication requires the
sinning son to be soft while his Holy dad remains hard. What I am seeing
now..." Robert felt David's fingers on his semi-erect penis... "Is a hard
son, enjoying the sight before him, with no control over his lust... and a
soft father." David pointed at Mr. Gordon's limp penis.

Robert tried to control himself but the feel of his dad's big feet was too
much for him. They were strong and dominating and right there in front of
him.

"Your dad should be hard because it is his right to enjoy the correction of
his son. And you should be soft because you know your desires are wrong.
Now let's have you rub his feet and get your father nice and hard."

Robert rubbed his thumbs over the soft soles of his dad, his own dick
becoming even harder. David knew this would be difficult for Robert and he
enjoyed the sight before him very much. In fact, he hardened a little,
watching the boy rub his dad's feet so earnestly, Robert's pecker rock hard
and already leaking precum. David shook his head, realizing the work that
lay ahead for the son.

"Mr. Gordon," said David, "you can close your eyes and think about your
beautiful wife."

David knew it would be a bit of work getting the dad hard and he was trying
the fantasy method on him.

"Can you see yourself pushing your penis into your wife, Mr. Gordon, her
pussy all wet for your dick?"

The man nodded.

"And your son is rubbing your feet, wanting you to push deeper into her."

David noticed the slightest engorgement of the man's cockhead, still
protected by his foreskin.

"Her titties are in your face as you get harder and harder. Concentrate,
Mr. Gordon."

His penis now lifted slightly from his body, filling with blood, and his
foreskin began to pull back, revealing a pink cockhead that Robert stared
intently at.

"Robert, look at the beauty of a man on the righteous path, erect with
thoughts of fucking his wife," instructed David, who placed his hand on the
youth's head.

Robert looked obediently at his dad.

"The soles of your father's feet are sensitive and linked to the nervous
system, and therefore his penis. You are rubbing his feet with the aim of
stimulating his mighty organ, not yours!" David gave Robert's hard dick a
little slap, reminding him that he should be soft and respectful. "Rub the
area between his big and first toes. This is a particularly sensitive spot
that will keep your father nice and stiff."

Robert concentrated on the area on the ball of the foot between the big and
first toes, which he knew was particularly sensitive and arousal-inducing
from his experiences rubbing his own feet. He realized that he was
masturbating his dad via his beautiful feet. This only turned him on even
more and another drop of precum leaked out of his piss slit.

"Mr. Gordon, show us how proud you are of your perfect, Holy penis."

The father's dick was now in an almost fully erect state and Robert began
to massage his dad's feet more eagerly, as he watched the foreskin fully
retract and completely expose his dad's dickhead.

"Very good, Mr. Gordon," exclaimed David, as he prepared his video camera.
"Your son, on the other hand, is filled with sinful lust." Robert felt
David's fingers wiping away the precum that had just leaked out of his rock
hard penis, his fingers passing over the piss slit and over the sensitive
base of his cockhead, making Robert's dick twitch several times.

David showed his father the precum. "This is how off the righteous path he
is."

"Get that cock of yours down, boy," said David.

Realizing this was not going to work, he decided to take some photos and
videos anyway. He would just have to punish the son in another session.

He brought the camera to roughly where Robert's head was and took a few
pictures. From this angle, he could see the father's big feet, erect penis,
and face, and the son's hands desperately trying to help his dad to stay
hard with pressure applications all over his soles. He then took the camera
further away for some distance shots where he could see both penises
clearly.

After the photos and videos were taken, David exclaimed, "That's all we
have time for today, guys. I've taken some measurements and Robert's
learned the supplication pose. I'll see you on Sunday. We are going to fit
your son with the erection monitoring device (EMD) and use the erection
control device (ECD) on him. Bye bye, unwanted erections." David smiled
sadistically. "You will learn self-control soon enough, Robert. One step at
a time."

The two men started putting their clothes back on, Robert having a hard
time shoving his leaking dick back in his pants, while his father softened
rapidly by comparison.

"Oh, and we are going to do the shower experiment next time as well," noted
David, as he returned all his material to his desk.

- - -

David watched father and son drive away from the Elder's quarters that
evening.

He connected his camera to his computer and unzipped his pants.

David had not told them that he had been through corrective therapy many
years ago for his own homosexuality and fetishes.

You see, the world is full of liars and hypocrites.

David was one of them.

David had convinced his own father and the Elders that he was cured. He
managed to get a decent wife and now had a child with her.

He had convinced them to make him an Elder and allow him to get involved
with corrective therapy. He told them he wanted to help; he wanted to give
back to his community.

He now had access to sexy young men and their fathers and he had the
freedom to do what he wanted with them.

The perfect outcome. A normal life but with the perk of getting intimate
with what truly turned him on.

Now and again, that familiar itch would resurface in him and he had to
relieve himself.

David removed his plastic penis-cup from his underwear, which he always
wore to make sure no one saw him erect when he got aroused during a
session. He saw a string of precum linking his cockhead and the penis-cup
as he placed it on the table.

"I was more aroused than I thought," he mumbled, rubbing his fingers inside
the penis-cup, which was slimy with a substantial amount of precum.

He opened the image of Robert rubbing his thumb into his dad's sole,
looking up at his maker, Mr. Gordon's rock hard dick glistening thanks to
the effects of the camera flash.

"Perfect shot," thought David, as he began to masturbate in earnest.

He then played the video of Robert admitting his sin, so simply, yet so
honestly, his youthful hands on his dad's smooth but powerful arch.

He then opened the image of the four feet next to each other, soles
pointing at the camera.

There was something about the contrast between father's feet and son's feet
that sent David into a surprisingly early orgasm; he gasped and groaned as
his eyes flicked back and forth between the feet on his screen and his own
organ shooting his jizz.

Feet. Dick. Cum. Feet. Those were the only words that went through his mind
as he emptied his ballsack.

Later that night, his wife wanted to have sex. She told him how much she
had missed him all day. He told her he was exhausted and went straight to
bed, his last thoughts before unconsciousness being Mr. Gordon's masculine
feet touching his son's feet and Robert trying so hard to keep his dad hard
from the foot-rubbing.

Robert's Eighth fantasy to be continued in Part 6