Date: Sun, 8 May 2011 18:17:01 -0700 (PDT) From: Paul Vanden Boogard Subject: Role Reversal 8 It wasn't until Wednesday that he extended my reach a little, replacing the leash with a slightly longer chain. This allowed me to reach most of any room that he put me in, though it stopped me short of both the telephone and the front door, which allowed him to sit somewhere nearby while he instructed in each task, scrubbing the floors and counters, cleaning the rugs, doing his laundry, etcetera. As I had done to him, he made me scrub the toilet daily, and the only time I was allowed to use it was when he was flushing me out, after which he would wash and shave me as the shackles and chains didn't allow me to do it myself, leaving the butt plug out so I was ready to fuck at his leisure. He stopped me often in my work to suck his cock or kiss is feet, and even held my head in the toilet one evening while he fucked me. My meals were still served to me under the table, however, and if I finished eating before he did I was made to kiss his feet until he was done. If I wasn't being used, I was told where to sit or stay, and was then ignored until he wanted me again. It was on Friday night that I was first allowed to sleep in his bedroom, chained by the leash onto the floor at the foot of his bed, where he left me to go out drinking at the bar. Though he wasn't drunk when he came home, he was certainly feeling good. "There's my little whore son," he said cheerily as he walked in. "Come drink Daddy's piss." He whipped out his cock and stood there in the doorway, leaning against the frame. Crawling over, I opened my mouth, and he let it out in a gush, forcing me to swallow as fast as I could. Stripping down, he pulled a chair within reach of my leash and sat down in it, sticking his cock in my mouth and holding my head still so he could fuck it. I choked and gagged several times, but he continued, closing his eyes and moaning as he shoved his cock in again and again, his head swinging slowly from side to side. "Yeah. A hot, wet pussy hole." I was unable to swallow, my spit running down his shaft and around his balls while he pushed in so deep he was crushing my nose. I could tell he was about to shoot his load when he picked up his rhythm, gulping to get enough air for the final moment when he shoved his cock all the way down my throat. "Aw, yeah, cunt. Yeah, yeah, yeeeeeaaaaagh!" his cock pumped its contents straight into my stomach, and I gasped for breath when he finally let me go. He didn't even move the chair, but got up to wash himself off in the bathroom, pulling on a pair of boxers before climbing into his bed. I began to realize why he had chained me in his room, as he woke me up three times so he could piss in my mouth, and didn't have to stumble down to the bathroom. It wasn't until Saturday that he finally let me off the chain. He had been very hard on me all week long, and after the spanking I had learned quickly to obey him. I began the day by making him his breakfast, then was put to work cleaning and organizing all of the closets and cupboards, washing down the walls and wiping off the shelves, and boxing up old clothes and other items we never used anymore. The only time I was allowed to stop was to eat, or kiss his feet, or suck his cock, and only twice during the day was I allowed to pee. He had bought another dog dish, a smaller one, which I was now allowed to fill with water to drink from. Any time he needed to leave the house, though, I was chained beneath the dining room table. "Pick my clothes up and put them in my bedroom," he instructed me as he sat to watch a movie that evening, peeling them off to relax naked on the couch. The hair on his body had begun to grow back, leaving a dark shadow in the center of his chest and around his cock and balls. Gathering them up, I returned to spend the night between his legs, my face buried in his crotch. "Alright, cunt, climb up here and fuck yourself on my cock." It no longer hurt when he entered me. I had worn the butt plug for an entire week, and had been fucked nearly every night, learning to relax my asshole so he slid easily in and out without it contracting painfully. "Ah, yeah, that's right slut. Now jack your little cock for me. I'm gonna let you cum tonight." He hadn't allowed me to touch myself all week either, and my cock immediately grew hard in my hand. I was actually enjoying the sensation of being fucked in this position, his cock riding up and down on my prostrate. It seemed, too, that he couldn't penetrate quite so deeply, though it may have been that I was just relaxed enough to accept is entire cock. "That's what I like to see. My own son fucking himself on my cock." I was breathing hard and riding him, and knew he was about to blow his load when he grabbed my hips, my orgasm just reaching its peak as my cock erupted onto his chest. "Yeah, that's right, squeeze that hole, bitch." He grabbed my collar and pulled me down on top him, driving his cock in hard as he let loose his load. Panting and heaving, he pushed me back off onto my knees, sticking his cock into my mouth to be cleaned. As always, the butt plug was returned to it place up my ass, and I was allowed once again to sleep on the carpet at the foot of his bed. To my surprise, he didn't chain me in place, nor did he chain me up the next day, though I still wore the shackles, chains and collar. The week days became a ritual, my Dad releasing my from beneath the table to remove his shoes and run them to the front hall when he came home from work, massaging his feet with my hands until he told me to remove his socks and kiss them while he read the paper. After I was fed, he'd have me do one chore or another, stripping himself naked to relax on the couch and watch TV, sending me to put his clothes in the bedroom and calling me over often to suck his cock or spread my legs so he could play with the butt plug. On occasion he would play with my balls or stroke my cock, but he would never bring me close to orgasm, or take my cock in his mouth. Other evenings, after giving me a list of work to do, he would go outside to do the yard work. It was when I picked up his clothes to put them away that Wednesday evening that I realized my stupidity. He had been leaving his keys in his pants pocket, and attached to them was the key that opened the locks on my shackles. I almost stopped and freed myself right then and there, but for some reason decided to wait. I had to have a plan. I knew that once I got free I could keep him from chaining me up again. The question was, what did I do then? I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to chain the bastard up and treat him just as he had been treating me. The problem was that, at the moment, he was the one holding the job, and if I resumed control, I wasn't going to allow him that freedom. I wasn't going to allow him any freedom, just as he didn't allow me any. But that didn't mean that I couldn't find a job. There was still enough money in my account to keep us for at least a couple of months. Whether by fortune or fate, my Dad was outside Thursday evening when the phone rang. It startled me so much I nearly jumped out of my skin, but fumbled to grab it before it rang a second time, glancing out the back door window to see if my Dad had heard it. "Hello?" "Hello, this is Mr. Holgoth from Holgoth's Nursery. Is Mark there?" "Uh, this is," I replied, surprised that someone was calling me and watching nervously out the window. "Oh, good. Mark, I was down at the hardware store today talking to Mr. Rees, and he recommended that I call you. I am looking for a yard manager here at the nursery, and he said that you were the best candidate that he could think of." "Uh," I was totally taken aback, not sure what to say. "But, it's almost winter." I heard him laugh, and I liked the way that it sounded. "Well, that's very true, but I'll have plenty of work for you, believe me. Are you employed right now?" "Uh, no," I berated myself for beginning every sentence with `uh.' "Actually, I'd be very interested in your offer." "Well, if you can start Monday, the job is yours. I'll give you a four week probationary period, but from what I hear, you won't need it. Does that work for you?" "Uh, yes Sir!" I hung up the phone, my whole body shaking. Monday. Holy fuck! Monday. I was worried that guilt was written all over my face when my Dad came back in the house, but he seemed to pay no attention to me as I wiped at the dining room floor. I was already making my plans, and as he was fucking me later that evening I was determined that it would be the last time. Thankfully, predictably, he had me remove his shoes and kiss his feet when he came home from work, feeding me and stripping himself naked again for the evening, with every intent of having me serve him. Walking his clothes to his bedroom, I removed the keys from his pocket, keeping a tight fist on them so they wouldn't jingle as I unlocked the cuffs from my wrists and ankles, pulling his pants on and dropping the keys back into the pocket before I strolled back into the living room with the cuffs dangling from my hand. It wasn't until I was standing right in front of him that he looked up at me, and I loved the expression of shock and surprise that crossed his face. "You goofed," I said smugly. He rolled away from me, trying to get off the couch, and I jumped on his back, bearing him onto the floor. When he tried to push himself up I knocked his right hand out from beneath him, dropping him hard once again as I grabbed his wrist and wrenched his arm around behind him. Struggling to my knees, I place one on his back and held my weight on it as I clasped the cuff around his wrist. I had to fight him for his other arm, but I had the advantage, and soon I had that one behind him as well, locking it in place with the other cuff. "In fact," I put my hand on his face and held it to the floor with all my weight as I growled into his ear, "you just made the biggest mistake of your life." I wrenched his arms up behind him until he shouted in pain. "Or maybe not," I said as I wrapped the length of chain around his neck, holding it in place as I straddled him and locked it to the chain between his wrists. "After all, you're the one who likes to be a slave and a bitch. Well, thank you for teaching me." He was in too much pain to respond, his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth open as he groaned with each breath. Leaving him lie there, I went into the bathroom to finally remove the butt plug from my anus, taking the time to wash it and clean myself up before I went back to him. Now the butt plug found a new home in his asshole. I sat back on the couch and heaved a heavy sigh of relief, watching as he writhed on the floor. "Holy fuck, the things you put me through, you bastard. Do you have any idea what I'm going to do to you now?" He shook his head, his face still contorted in pain as he tried to roll himself onto his side. For all of that matter, I didn't know myself, but I was definitely going to take it up a notch. Leaning over, I dug around in the tool box for the whip, standing to swing it hard across his ass. "Ahh!" he screamed out loud, trying to roll away. I swung the leather straps again, listening to the resounding "smack" as they met his ass cheek. "Do you like this now, bitch?" I said as I swung again and again, putting all my strength behind each lashing. I was furious with him for having made me his captive, for abusing me and degrading me and fucking my virgin ass. He had had no right to. He was bawling and sobbing beneath me before I stopped, his bright red ass beginning to welt. It made me feel incredibly powerful, making my Dad blubber like a baby. "No" I thought as I looked down at him, completely ambivalent about the pain he was in. "He isn't my Dad anymore. All that changed the moment I got free." I unwrapped the chain from around his neck and stretched it down behind him so I could attach the other pair of cuffs to his ankles. He didn't resist me, his whole body still quaking with his sobs. Now he was going to be my slave. A real slave. Nothing more. Grabbing the chain between his wrists, I stood to pull him up onto his knees, then clenched my fist into his hair. He groaned painfully as he sat between his feet, the skin of his raw ass cheeks tightening. "Did you have fun with me, bastard?" I could see the tears welling around the corners of his eyes, his mouth open as though in a silent scream. I didn't care if he answered me or not. Whatever his answer would have been didn't make a difference. In fact, nothing made a difference now. I was back in control. The only difference was that I understood it now. He had given me that insight. "I do hope you're happy now," I said as I looked down on him, tugging at the back of his head. "Not that I'm going to care anymore whether you're happy or not." He closed his mouth and swallowed, but still didn't open his eyes. "And if you don't like it, well, you only have yourself to blame. You had no right to do that to me. I never asked for it." At last his eyes cracked open, but he wouldn't meet my gaze. "You, on the other hand, did. And now you're going to get more than you bargained for." It wasn't that I was still angry at him. I just knew how it was going to be. I threw his head forward and let him go, nearly sending him face first to the floor. Unlocking the collar from around my neck, I put it in its place around his and clicked on the lock, then unhooked the chain hasped between his wrists, drawing it up from his ankles to clasp it to the back of the collar, making it impossible for him to sand. Then I undid one wrist cuff and allowed him to bring his hands in front of him before locking it back in place, the short foot of chain still strung between them. Unhooking the chain from the collar again, I strung it up between his legs and locked it back between his wrists, binding him as he had had me bound. It only seemed natural to attach the leash and lock it onto the eyebolt he had installed on the floor. That's how slaves were kept. I understood it now. Sitting down, I pushed my foot into his face and stepped his head to the floor, turning on the television to watch something. I had no need of him right now, and he could stay right there until I did. It was only then that I started to feel my cock get hard. It had not been a sexual power exchange. It had been a complete change of power, with me overthrowing him. Now that I was in control, however, I had every freedom to debase him, and the power to do so turned me on. I could have had him suck my cock right then and there, but it wasn't about that anymore. Yes, he was going to suck my cock, but it wasn't an urgent matter. What did matter was that he was only a slave, and from now on I intended to treat him as such. With is head still beneath my left foot, I moved my right in front of his face, grinding the ball of my foot on his lips until he opened his mouth and started to lick it. I laid my toes over his mouth so his tongue could dart between them, his nose pressed into the arch of my foot. At last I allowed him up so he could suck on them properly. There wasn't any resistance from him. He was as familiar with his place as slave as he had been when he was Master, and knew the expectations. He also knew that I would whip him again if he didn't resign himself to being my slave. After all, he had taught me the power of punishment. It was nearly an hour before I was finally able to truly relax, both of my feet having been thoroughly massaged my his tongue. I unzipped my pants and waved my cock at him, then relieved myself in his mouth before getting up to make some popcorn and grab a soda. Tomorrow was Saturday, and I had been out of touch with things the last two weeks. The gardens were quickly fading as the October slid toward November, and though I had been able to see some of them through the window, I had no idea what their true condition was, and was eager to get outside and tend to them. I was excited, too, about the new job, and knew that somehow I would have to deal with my dad's sudden absence from his. As for my dad, well, I was ready to take on the responsibility of being his Master. That was a difference, too. Last time, he had had the freedom to take care of both himself and me. This time, however, I would be taking care of me. And I would have to take care of him as well. "Stool." I didn't need to force him or guide him. We both understood that my command would be enough. I propped my feet up onto his back. "When you wish to speak, you may ask for permission by placing your face on the floor between my feet," I said, not worried about whether he paid attention to me or not. If he missed a rule, he would learn it in due time, and be punished for breaking it. "Unless I give you permission to speak, the only things I want to hear out of your mouth are `Yes, Master,' and `Thank You, Master.'" There was a moment's pause before he said "Yes, Master" into the carpet. "Of course you realize that you'll never get another chance. If I ever decide to allow you any freedom, you're going to have to earn it first." He assimilated the information before responding. "Yes, Master." There was nothing more to say, so I finished watching my movie, setting the last few crumbs of popcorn in front of him before getting up to get myself another soda, pulling my pants off and hanging them in the bedroom before I returned to the sofa. When he had finished licking the bowl clean, leaving only the seeds behind, I picked it up and set it aside, spreading my legs so he could crawl between them to suck my cock. I didn't need to tell him to, nor did he need to ask my permission. It was simply expected. I owned his mouth now, and it belonged around my cock whenever it had the opportunity. It took quite a while before I finally reached orgasm, reaching down to stop his sucking as I let my cock pump its load into his mouth. Sighing, I put my feet back up onto his back, watching as the aliens trampled over the invading human race.