Date: Tue, 28 Nov 2017 15:25:04 +0000
From: Daniel Berasaluce Frías <arathllevi@hotmail.com>
Subject: A jester for Andrew - chapter 1 - THE GAMBLER'S DOMINANT SON. (scat)

A JESTER FOR ANDREW.

Chapter 1 -- THE GAMBLER'S DOMINANT SON.

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My name is Cameron Styles. I'm almost forty-nine and I have a compulsion
that I know well is ruining my life. I have had many jobs and my last job
was as a waiter in a casino. I also did some repairs in the slot machines
and some clients, eager to use them again, were telling me things that
little by little made me pay attention and become addicted to the sounds,
and I almost perceived the smell of the fruits in the slot machines. I had
to play with them and soon I became addicted and became a compulsive
gambler. I had a real need to gamble and that was the only thing that
mattered in my life now. Of course my boss discovered me and I was soon
fired. For the last ten years I had survived as a street sweeper but every
free hour I had I spent in nearby bars, of course in the slot machines. I
soon had a group of friends who invited me to their poker games and other
card games and I saw them once a week. I was squandering the scarce money I
still had, of course from my former jobs. And one day I got a call from my
son Andrew, who I had not seen for some years.

I have taken care of Andrew almost all his life, for his mother Caroline
had died shortly after birth of a strange disease. But he was just nineteen
years old when he became emancipated. Andrew Styles was soon well-known as
a videogame programmer and was called to another town to create more and
more famous and profitable video games. His fame had been increasing and
now, just 27; he was one of the wealthiest people in the country. When he
had phoned me all I understood from his confusing explanations was that he
needed to move now to my town and he wanted to live again with me. I told
him of course it would be my pleasure to have him again living with me. But
I had my doubts what he could think of his father being addicted to
gambling. I knew I had no dignity and slot machines and card games were all
my life now. Of course I wanted to ask him for money since he had a fortune
and I would lose all my dignity to beg him, but I still didn't know what a
dominant son I had.

When he arrived he kissed me coldly on the cheeks. Of course we had seen
each other a couple of times since he had left home and he already knew of
my addiction to gambling and he soon asked me about it and I had no chance
but admit that I was still addicted. He looked at me scornfully and did not
say anything. When we sat down to lunch, I thought I could perceive that
his eyes were moist and he was about to cry. I asked him what the matter
was with him.

-I cannot help but cry over Spencer. We have been together for four years
but now he has left me.

-Are you gay then, Andrew?

-Yes, dad. Anything to say?

-Of course not. I like you the way you are. Hope you find a new boyfriend
soon.

At least he knew he had his father's respect in that but he never knew his
father's dignity. That very day I knew I had to do it even if I was
blushing and soon I was begging him some money. He told me I was a sick
piece of shit but told me that he would give me some money. First I started
to ask him to lend me some money but I knew I was unable to return it, so I
asked him to give me money. He always looked at me contemptuously but
eventually gave it to me. Well, I knew I had no dignity, but what is
dignity good for? I needed, I desperately needed to play with my beautiful
fruits in the slot machines, that was all I cared about, and if I had to
show him I was a worthless man, I would, as far as he was always a source
of money for me. He looked at me with real contempt but gave me money once
and again but I could notice he was losing his patience.

And he did lose his patience a month after he had come. He told me.

-You are good for nothing and I am fed up with giving you money for your
stupid addiction. I can give you money, but it has to be in return for
something.

With a thin voice I asked him what he wanted.

-I never played this with Spencer but I am a dominant man and I would like
to have a jester. I will only give you money after now if you are willing
to become my jester and do whatever I tell you to. And if you do, I will
give you a lot of money today.

The slot machines were calling me. I knew that soon I could be playing with
them again if I was willing to lose my dignity a bit more and become his
jester. So I lost my whole dignity and asked him.

-What is it you want, Andrew?

-I desperately need to take a dump. And you will come to the bathroom with
me and see me shit. But you will come without your clothes. Not that I
desire anything sexual with you so far --that so far frightened me-, but
the good jester I would need should be naked watching his own son
shitting. You will smell what I shit and later, and only if you do that I
will give you money, remember a greater amount today, you will have to eat
as much shit as I tell you to. There is no gain without pain and you are
exactly the kind of sick person I need to have a bit of fun. Remember, dad,
it will be hard, but if you do it, I will give you a lot today and I will
keep on paying your addiction.

If I did that I would enter my highest moment of degradation and not only
that, he would continue playing with me. It hurt me mainly not to have
Andrew's respect but I already had an awful opinion of myself and if I were
willing to become his jester, I would always have a financer in him. So I
swallowed the scarce dignity I still had, if I still had any, and told him
I would be his jester and added he'd better forgive me cause I was sick and
could not do any other thing.

-So if you are my jester, start by taking off your clothes.

Stripping before my own son was not easy and I was blushing all the time
but I knew I had to do it, and not thinking twice and knowing my dignity
was only and old dream, I took no longer than three minutes to be buck
naked before him.

-Even at your age, you could be an attractive man, and I want you to know
that you are attractive for me, even if that humiliates you more. You have
a wonderful dick and you could have the girl you desired if you were not
foolishly addicted.

I knew I would have to be naked before him whenever he wanted now but I
swallowed my pride and told him I would do what he told me.

-Come to the bathroom, you sick jester.

He did not lose a chance to humiliate me. That was the natural Andrew and
he was delighted at his father's indignity. I felt like crying but I
accompanied him to the bathroom and said nothing.

He soon pulled down his pants and sat on the toilet. At last I could see
that he had a wonderful long dick too, but I had never been attracted to
cocks and I expected that in my new roles as a jester I would never have to
play with his cock, and I wondered if he would ever go that far and how on
Earth I would react if he ever asked me to suck his cock. But I was
distracted when I could perceive that he was already pissing and
farting. It was not a beautiful show for a parent to see but I sighed and
continued there watching him. After an explosive fart, I was terrified when
I noticed his first turd. I smelled with disgust something I knew he wanted
me to eat. Of course I was not hard and I was bracing myself to eat as much
shit as he wanted me to eat, for I knew well enough that I would do it. All
the time he looked at me contemptuously but he knew as well as I did that I
would end up eating shit. I only hoped he did not want me to eat
much. After five minutes he ended shitting, wiped his ass and told me.

-Now look at the shit you will end up eating, my worthless jester and know
finally that not even the highest degradation could cure you from your
sickness.

He was obviously having a lot of fun humiliating his addicted father. That
was the real Andrew. But I was already his jester, had come naked to the
bathroom and seen him shitting and had smelled what my next meal would be.

-Now kneel down on the floor, stick your head in and start eating. I will
tell you how much shit you should eat. Hope this is a lesson for you to
abandon your sickly habits.

I obeyed as if I was an automaton and knelt down and stuck my head in. The
mere smell made me doubt that I would finally be able to do it and that
bastard I had for a son never lost a chance of humiliating me more. But I
knew I had to do it and shrugging my shoulders, I finally swallowed the
first bit of shit I had swallowed in my life.

-What about the taste, you jester?

-Give me some time, please. You know that I will end up eating as much shit
as you make me eat, but it's just not easy to swallow.

-Do you think you will vomit?

-I won't and I'd better get used to this taste. Oh, Andrew, you know I
cannot help it and I will show you again I have no dignity.

I knew he was losing his dignity too, forcing his father to eat some shit,
but I said nothing and continued eating. He made me eat two turds of the
five he had shat. Finally, completely disgusted and much damaged the image
I had of myself, he made me stop.

-Now brush your teeth and return to the living-room. You will put your
clothes back on and I will finally give you a lot of money.

A long time brushing my teeth for the taste of shit did not easily abandon
me and I returned buck naked to the living room and started to put my
clothes back on. He was talking derisively now.

-Good jester. Be ready to do this or similar things and I will reward
you. You've been so good today that I will give you 300 euros.

He had taken the money to the living room while I was brushing my teeth. I
grasped the wad of money, it was 300 euros indeed, and only said, still
blushing.

-Thanks, Andrew, now I will go down and play for a while. I know what I am
in for now. You've had your fun and now it is my time for fun. If I have to
lose my dignity after now, you know I will. Good afternoon.

And I kissed him. But suddenly he kissed my lips. I attached no importance
to that and went down.

That day was lucky for me and I played and sometimes I had to stop and
think about my indignity. All the time I had an aftertaste of shit in my
mouth which never left me. But finally I shrugged my shoulders again and
thought that I'd better get used to the taste for I was sure Andrew would
make me eat shit more often. So I calmed down and enjoyed the slot machines
that day, knowing well it would cost me some efforts now, but losing my
dignity for him he would always finance my addiction.

Curiously I never reproached him and even thought that as far as he did not
make me give him some incest, everything would be correct. He would have
his fun and I would have mine later. At dinner that day I told him I had
had a winning streak and I would not need money for some time. But he
looked at me contemptuously and said nothing. Fortunately we found some
topics to talk about of things we both shared. I was a champion in some
swimming tournaments and even now I still competed, something he also
did. And we also talked of the days when he was a child and enjoyed going
to the country with me. I saw that night that he would be dominant and
scornful, he was, but he could also have normal conversations with his
father.

Indeed I did not need some more money for a month but eventually I had to
ask him for some money again.

-How much do you need?

-Just 100 euros can be enough now. Do I have to eat some more shit?

-If it's only 100 euros you won't eat shit today. But whenever you have to
fulfill your jester tasks you know you have to be naked. So first take
everything off.

By dint of getting used to being naked before him, it never mattered
anymore and I took everything off before him again and I saw he was
increasingly hard every time he saw my naked body.

-Today you will have to drink my piss. I am bursting and I think I have a
long stream. But sorry, jester, my dick will go into your mouth. You have
to taste it as I piss.

-If it's only drinking piss, I will do it. Please, Andrew, even if I am
your jester, never make me give you sexual satisfaction. I could not stand
that.

-I think that you are so sick that if that were my order, you will also
obey. Think about it. And now open your mouth.

I did not hesitate now either. I knew well what my next ordeal would be and
braced myself to finally have my son's long dick inside my mouth. It was
not so awful a taste as I could have expected.

-There it goes.

And indeed then the first drops of his piss started to fall down my
throat. It was not easy to swallow either but I really thought I would
rather drink piss than eat shit. Soon I got quite used to the taste. I can
say now that I could have liked it, were it not that it was given me again
as a punishment to his jester by my dominant son.

So it was that he got used to punish me with excrements and I got used to
never reproaching him and obeying him with no protest. I had to eat shit
again one month later and he told me today, once I was naked again of
course, I would have to eat all he shat. I said I would do it and this time
my mouth had got used a bit to the taste of that filthy heap. The more I
ate the more certain I was that I would never puke with that nauseating
taste, but the more I knew that I would always do it. Shit could endanger
my health, but not even thinking about my health could stop such a strong
addiction.

But three months later, a day I also needed money, of course, he decided to
change the game. I would not have to swallow anything today. It would be
something different. I would have to pull down my pants and he would spank
me as hard and as many times he wanted. He had promised me 200 euros and I
had no objection. So now I had to brace myself for pain. It was curious how
by playing humiliating games, he was, say, closer to his father. He knew I
was sick but started to respect my resilience.

And the spanking began. I discovered then I had a strong resilience to pain
and also for the first time since my son had started playing with me, I had
got unexpectedly hard. Of course he saw my boner and told me that since it
seemed I was enjoying the game today, he would spank me more. He increased
the intensity of the spanks till it became really painful but instead of
reproaching him I told him that he could go on for as long as he desired.

-Do you prefer excrements or pain, you sick man?

-Pain, but do as you wish. I know I have to entertain you in return for
money. What we are doing is right since both of us have some gain.

-Now you will also know my belt for a couple of minutes.

It was said and done. He lashed my ass mercilessly for two minutes as he
said.

-You also have a very fuckable ass. Be happy that all I am doing to your
ass now is whipping you. I am sure that if I ever ask you to let me fuck
your ass in return for a lot of money, you would do it.

I had my doubts that, even addicted as I was, I would let him do that. I
would gladly continue to be his jester as far as he never made me give him
some incest. If he ordered me that, what could I do? Now I know he wanted
to cure me and was telling me frightening things so I could see how far my
addiction could take me.

Finally the whipping stopped and that was all for that day. Of course I
grabbed my reward, the 200 euros, and went down to gamble a bit more.

I did not need any money for a couple of months and things between me and
him seemed to be calmer. We had some father and son conversations and
sometimes we even laughed. I did not know by then how desperately I needed
to have a little respect from him. He had made me his jester but he was my
son and I really loved him, even dominant and scornful as he was.

But the pain never stopped. One day he told me we would play today a
different game. I had to take off my clothes again, of course, but he said
he had not yet seen me cumming and wanted to see me. So naked, I would have
to jack off till I shot my load before him. And meanwhile he would also be
masturbating. Both of us had to cum today.

-Come on, dad --he told me when I was already naked-, think of the hottest
chick you've ever been with or if that is not enough think of me spanking
you. Remember that you were hard the day I spanked you. Nevertheless I want
you to cum.

I started to beat my meat, scarcely hard then, but today the game would
mean cumming. It was a relief not to be playing either a disgusting or a
painful game. The moment I started I saw him whipping his cock out and
jacking off to my rhythm. I didn't care I was seeing him masturbating and
for the first time I would see him cum later.

-Just cumming today, dad, but both of us. I am curious to know: what are
you thinking about now?

-I'm thinking of Sheila's tits. She's the cook in the restaurant across the
corner. But I have no problem in admitting I sometimes think of the day you
spanked me.

-Good, so let us make it quick. I need to cum now.

I was enjoying today's game and I would have needed some more minutes of
playing with my dick. But I did not want to disobey him. He even wanted,
obviously, to tell me when I should cum, and never forgetting I was his
jester and I should obey his every order, I managed to finally blast my
load the moment he told me to. He came one second later. I saw his dick
spilling sperm but that did not annoy me. To see my son cumming I did not
regard as incest. And it is true we both had had some fun. This game had
been better.

I had a wonderful winning streak for three months and I had to ask him for
no money. I knew however that the dominant son would return sooner or
later. And when I eventually had to ask him for money again, he surprised
me by saying.

-I've been all morning at the gym and now I know I stink. You have returned
before I could have a shower. I will take advantage of this to make you
kneel naked on the floor and lick my stinking feet for as long as I
want. You know you would also lick my stinking pits if I ordered you, or my
ass, or even give me a blowjob. But I would leave that for other days. Now
show me again how sick you are, strip completely and entertain me again. I
want my feet serviced.

I did not know if indeed I could give him real incest, for I was sure
Andrew would like to take me there and he was too sure I would obey him no
matter what he ordered. It was obvious he liked having sex with his father
and among his many humiliations he never lost a chance of repeating I was
really attractive. This was flattering and so far I was willing to lick his
stinking feet and give him that fun. So I took no time stripping just as he
was removing his shoes and socks. It is true that smell seemed to disgust
me but it is also true I went immediately hard. I knelt on the floor and
started licking. It is true at least that few times had I had such a strong
erection. He was talking to me now seeing my reaction.

-Is it that you like the smell of my stinking feet, you jester?

-I've never had a problem in admitting things. It is surprising for me but
it is true that I am enjoying this smell.

-Then jack off. I want to see you cumming with my smell.

I started wanking then in his presence. I was really enjoying his feet and
had no hurry to finish. But all that time I was reflecting: could I really
give him some more incestuous fun? I thought I could not, not in return for
money anyhow. I could degrade but not to the point of becoming my son's
bitch. I needed his money but I would not do just anything. There was still
some hidden rebelliousness in me and so far I could lick his feet, or if he
asked me, also his pits or his ass, but never play with his cock. Not in
return for money. Meanwhile he moaned as I was thoroughly licking his feet,
whose smell was really arousing me, and I kept on jacking off. It is true I
liked to see him moaning with his father's tongue having fun at his feet.
He gave me the order then to lick his other foot and keep on masturbating
till I came. I desperately needed to cum but licked for a good long while
holding back my pent up orgasm which was burning for release. But as I
licked his right foot now I came to the conclusion that I really liked
Andrew, no matter what. He was my flesh and blood and I certainly enjoyed
him having fun with his father. I finally asked him permission to cum since
I couldn't hold back any longer. He granted me his permission and I shot a
huge and aroused load. Of course Andrew then told me that now I should
think of giving him some incest for he knew I was so enslaved by my
addiction that I would do anything. I grabbed his money but did not go down
to the bar to play. I knew I should go by the river, a place I often went
to and enjoyed, to have a deep meditation about what I could or could not
do after now. I spent three hours there till I reached a conclusion. I
would have to talk to Andrew in earnest now. Hoped he listened to me.