Date: Wed, 13 Dec 2017 17:37:06 +0000 From: Daniel Berasaluce Frías Subject: Degradation game - chapter 1 - Degradation game -- chapter 1 -- THE BEGINNING OF THE GAME. You've come to the internet looking for erotic dreams and you have found this website. Places like nifty are necessary to you to live all kind of sexual fantasies. If you can, make nifty survive and help it with some donations. Read a story of beggars which, for a change, is not a tragedy. It is love, friendship, beauty, liberty and happiness the faces of life which are shown here. You can read my trilogy either in Spanish, Luces de la Tierra, in www.luces-delatierra.blogspot.com.es or in English, Lights of the Earth in www.lightsoftheearth.blogspot.com.es After my cleanest story, I have to write again a very filthy one, but I would not be Daniel Berasaluce if I didn't write for those who really enjoy, few I know but more than you could think. All my stories are consensual and my characters get to be very dirty but they enjoy. So, if you are not filthy enough, please don't ever bother to start the story; but if you're filthy enough, hope you enjoy this filthy game. -I'm bored, dad. -You've told me you're bored three times today. What is it with you, Jesse? You're constantly bored. You're pusillanimous. You don't even seem to find any meaning in your life. I am Jesse Burke. I was sitting with my father watching my favourite sci-fi film on TV. At 24 I was still unemployed. I had done a course in mechanics but had been unable so far to find a job. So I lived the days at home with Norman Burke, my father. He ran a timing agency but he worked at home, doing his job on the computer, and he had neglected himself since my mother had left us, and used to stink. Sitting next to him, I could perceive again how he stank, but I had got used to that smell and it was not disgusting for me. -Do you really think that of me, dad? -I think you have it in you. I am remembering the many times you used to do mischief as a child and never seemed frightened to do anything. But since then you have somehow hidden your courage. Do you remember how sometimes you even liked to go to the center of the living-room, pulled down your pants and farted in the presence of your mother and me? I went completely red in my face then. -Are you blushing? -Dad, I'm already 24. It embarrasses me now to remember my child's mischief. -Do you think doing it again could take your boredom away? -Are you seriously asking me dad to go the center of the living room, pull down my pants and fart? -Do you think something that simple could make you forget boredom for a while? Why not show yourself childish before your father again? -I don't know, dad, but showing you my ass now, full of hair, won't you feel disgusted? -Just for watching an ass? Of course I won't. But we can spice things up a bit and since we are adults, we can play an adult game that might take your boredom away forever. You could fart comfortably before your father, but I will whip my dick out and jack off watching you. Don't misunderstand me. I am not gay; I do not desire you and I will never rape you or something similar. I will jack off just seeing how you obey me and maybe begin to have some fun out of something so simple. But I could not control myself then. I suddenly creamed my pants. My father had watched me and I was blushing. Even so, he asked me. -Have you creamed your pants? -I have, dad, oh forgive me. -Feel free to cum whenever you want. I tell you again that we are adults and adults usually cum. So after the pleasant sensation of having cum, I ask you now: are you still bored? -I'm not bored, that's true, but If I did that, dad, I would be blushing all the time and my concern is: what would you think or your son, if being a man now, he can take fun just farting before you? -I would think what I already think: you are brave and will have some fun with a very simple thing. And whenever you are bored after now, you can simply fart before your father. So the question now is: Jesse, do you want to play? -I think I would do it, dad. At least it is true that now I am really red but not bored. -Before we start the game, I ask you this, Jesse: do you think it is incorrect that your father jacks off before you? -No, dad, if you don't consider incorrect either the fact that I have already cum. Ok, dad, let's play. And then I saw him taking his dick out at once. I had never felt gay but surely I was aroused and I wanted to play an adult game with my father. My father's dick was long, but he was not hard yet, but soon I could see it getting increasingly hard and it soon became a monster dick. -What do you think now? Are you uncomfortable? -I have already cum, dad. It would be fair if you cum too. Ok, we're both adults and we can play an adult game. -Then do it. I know you are able. Go to the center of the living room, pull down your pants and fart as I keep on quietly jacking off watching you. If you like the game, I would take you further, just so long as you are experiencing pleasure. Totally red I finally moved to that place where I remembered well I had farted as a child. I took courage and pulled down my pants before my father who I knew well was masturbating. I changed the position so I could watch my father's cock having fun. We were adults and I wanted him to cum. And curiously I wanted to see him. That was the first time I was sure that I was horny. I liked watching my father jacking off. He was reading my thoughts. -If you like watching your father jacking off, Jesse, we can do this more often. Why not? We are adults and agree in this and jacking off is always a big pleasure for men. And what's more, you can also do it if it's funny for you. You can have a lot of liberties after today so you are never bored again. And if you want, you can spend the days wanking a lot, even in my presence. Are you uncomfortable with what I'm saying? -No, dad. -Do you want to beat your meat? -Yes dad. -Do it then. I pulled down my pants a bit more so that my cock would be visible. I had already cum but I was hard, something that had never happened to me before. Then I started touching my dick before my father. He encouraged me to jack off if I wanted and I started. What was happening to me? I knew my father had always been open-minded and would never rape me and playing as adults together would be funny. So it is true that I was enjoying the beginning of this game. Then I heard him. -Come on, Jesse, have more fun. Do it, fart now. I instantly started to fart and my father encouraged me to keep on farting as much as I wanted if it was being funny. All the time he continued jerking himself off and I was discovering myself slowly but I knew well that after today I would love to always see my father masturbating. It was pornographic to see him beating off with that enormous cock he had that only today I had seen. And I must admit that, although all the time, blushing, I started to like seeing myself as a mere baby, playing as a child, a mere childish boy, an adult boy. It is also true that as far as the game progressed, I was discovering more and more that I liked it and never thought it was incorrect. Not with that extraordinary man I had for a father who had taken my boredom away, forever, I knew it was forever, with something so simple and childish. I wanted to play adult games with my father every day. I was still farting when he told me. -Do you remember, Jesse, one day you went further and even dared to take a dump before us? Of course we never punished you for that nor did we say any angry words to you. We only told you to go to the toilet and wipe your ass, then return and remove all that shit and take it to the toilet and mop the room later. Would you dare shit before me now? -Do you really want me to shit now, dad? Would you not be disgusted? -I'd love to see my son having some more fun, that's all. And if it gives you some fun, you can repeat and shit before me whenever you want. I am wondering now if you might not unconsciously have been attracted to excrements all your life and that's why you liked so much doing that as a child. Would you do it, Jesse? The game can go on or we can stop it now. We will only go on if you are having fun. -Dad, it is true I am experiencing an unexpected fun with this adult game, behaving so childlike. And I would do it, I really would do it. I think now you won't be disgusted seeing me shit. I would really like to shit now, but I have a problem. I have a desperate need to take a leak before. You could wait for me here, I'll go to the bathroom, piss and return and then I will surely take a dump. -You certainly can, Jesse, but wait a minute. We can make this game a little funnier, an adult game that so far has no name. You can try a new experience, if you prefer it. You could piss now, on your clothes, and feel the drops of your piss soaking your body, a new fun, a new liberty that you can have whenever you want. Nothing that a good shower does not cure later and a good washing-machine. You have a lot of clothes. So many that if you like the game, you can piss on your clothes whenever you are bored, every day. You can even do it before me, or if you prefer you can go to the bathroom and play with your piss and you can also return and bravely tell me: dad, I have been pissing my clothes in the bathroom. And if you want to enter this new phase of the game, it will have a name now and it will be called degradation game. -Dad, I feel like degrading myself. But tell me the truth: what opinion would you have of your son after now if I did? -After now you can always have whatever fun whenever you want. And let me tell you something. There are people who like degradation. It is funny for them. And you can always be a proper man and never fear what you might discover about yourself. Why not degrading a bit, or a lot, if you like it? But always proud at whatever you are, whatever you like, whatever you discover about yourself. Always be proud and take fun from life. You will not hurt anyone by playing this game. And believe me: my opinion of you will always be wonderful. You can always be after now a brave, proud and degraded young man and I will like you whatever you are. -Knowing that, dad, I really want to play degradation game. I feel like degrading myself and I want my father to see my degradation knowing he will always have a good opinion of me. Ok, dad, I'm gonna piss my clothes. And please after now degrade me as far as you want to. This game is surprisingly funny and I am discovering things about myself. And have fun and keep on jacking off. We are adults, let's play. -So, do it Jesse. Start to shamelessly piss on your clothes and have fun. I was bursting and besides I wanted to do it and took no more time to think so even with a very hard dick I started soaking my pants with the humidity of my own piss and I felt it running down my balls, my legs, my feet... filling the living room floor, but paraphrasing my father: nothing a good mop cannot cure. I was happy feeling my own filthy damp bathing me; it was a surprisingly funny thing. My piss was making me warm. I was loving it. My father asked me. -Do you like it, Jesse? -I certainly like it, dad. -Go on and piss all you have, but you can do something more. Aim your dick to your chest so piss covers all your body. I had so much to piss that indeed I could soak all my body with my filthy yellow river. I did as he had told me and aimed my cock to my chest and started pissing on it. It was an indescribable funny experience. I felt the piss all over me, I knew without a doubt that after now I'd like to play more with my piss. It still took me three more minutes to finish. -Are you happy filled in your own pee? -Indeed, dad, it's a wonderful sensation. -Then shit now and see if it also gives you fun. -Wait, dad. I am feeling it again. I suppose that my contorted face then told my father what was happening to me. I shot a new load. I couldn't believe it: I had cum twice without touching my dick. -Isn't it funny to cum? Hope you keep on cumming. Let's see how many more times you are able to cum with this game. -I want to cum more times, dad, knowing that you don't mind and want me to have fun. -Shit now; no shame: we're just playing. And then I started to shamelessly shit. It was the first time I was having fun when taking a dump and knowing that my father was there seeing how his childish boy was shitting made me blush but really certain that I was enjoying. -Come on, Jesse. You are being brave today. You can keep on shitting all you have in your bowels. Curiously the smell of my own shit was not disgusting me and I thought: what the fuck? Here I am having fun with excrements but I don't give a damn. And as it was very easy for me that day to shit, I continued till I emptied my bowels. The floor was soon covered in that brown heap of my own crap and Norman Burke continued beating off but he still had not cum. Then he approached me and said in a very straightforward manner. -You know, Jesse, what I would really like to do now, seeing you horny at your own shit, would be to smear that shit on your ass cheeks now, but I would only do it if you ask me. -Nothing a good shower cannot cure later, dad. I would like you to do it. But what if I tell you now that I am feeling gay, dad? -I told you that you could discover things about yourself and it seems you are now. I will always be proud of you, as filthy as you want to be, as degraded as you want to be, and of course being gay if you really are. Then he approached me and I could perceive again his sweaty smell and I was sure by now that his smell aroused me and I had started desiring my father. What would he think of me if he knew? -Dad, I don't know how to tell you this but we'd better stop the game now before I continue feeling incorrect things. -What is it you have, Jesse? -Oh, dad --I went completely red now-, if we don't stop, I will start to desire you. Now you know. -Jesse, I knew you had it in you. You have just shown me how brave you are. And what do I think? I am overjoyed to hear you. Desiring your own father can be wrong but not if I also agree. Live free, so free that you can also lust for your father. Whatever gives you pleasure. -Oh, dad. It is as if I were discovering the meaning of life today. And you are allowing me so much. -I really love you, Jesse and I will always accept anything you are. So the question now is: do you really want your father to smear shit on your ass cheeks? -I've never had shit in my ass so far, dad --and knowing that had been silly to say, I rectified-, I mean of course I have, for I shit every day, but what I mean is never before on my ass cheeks. But if you really have a good opinion of me after what I have just said, I want to go further, dad. So please I beg you, smear the shit on my ass cheeks. He approached then that filthy heap that I had just shat and apparently with no disgust he grabbed that sticky mess, dirtying his hand with his son's crap and slowly but securely started to fill his son's cheeks with shit. I felt it as if it was a balm, ointment to create me from nothingness and finally know my true self. I was moaning as if I was being done the funniest of things. Now he said. -There's a lot of shit here. Now I will approach it to your nose. I want you to sniff your own shit and tell me if it disgusts you. And soon I was sniffing my own shit and getting hornier at the smell. I had to yell the truth. -Oh, dad. It is an arousing smell now, dad, I love it. -Good, be always that brave to tell me what you are feeling. You know what I would like to do now, Jesse? Since you're obviously aroused at your own shit, I would like now to smear shit all over your body. But that would mean taking off your clothes. I always want to know what you think and I ask you first. -I would like now to have shit all over me, dad, but getting naked might embarrass me. -Of course it will. You have never been naked before your father so far. But I can perceive you are not blushing now for being hard, for cumming before me, for playing with excrements, for seeing your father jacking off, not even telling me that you are feeling gay and desire me. Of course the first time you will blush but I don't know if you had understood me so far. If you take your clothes off now, you will after now be the freest of men. You can be naked whenever you want, wank as much as you want, even in my presence, even telling me how you lust for me. You can play with excrements alone or before me. You can degrade, you can have any fun you want since you will be harming nobody and I agree with you. -Ok, dad. I want to have shit all over my body. So I will take everything off. You are making me so hot, the game is so funny, and it is true I am not even blushing now and I will get used to being naked before you. You are the most extraordinary person I've ever met, dad. I will take everything off. I started then to lose my shame. Anything I would like to do after now, I knew it would be with his respect. I started taking off pants and boxers. I could not be harder but now I didn't care. Next I removed my shoes and socks. And last was my T-shirt and finally I was showing my father my whole naked body for the first time. I felt freer than ever, filthier than ever but prouder than ever before. -You can smear shit on my whole body now, dad. Let's keep on playing. -I will start smearing shit on your back. And then I could feel it, more shit now sticking to my back. Buck naked, covered slowly in shit, hard as a rock, feeling the respect of that hot man, Norman Burke, and desiring to be even dirtier and with hopes that this game could be eternal and he would take me as far as he wanted to take me. I could still make more discoveries about myself.