Date: Thu, 3 Jul 2014 14:45:12 +0100 From: Finn O'Shea Subject: Not My Fathers Son.....Part 5 Disclaimer...This story solely intended for a strictly adult readership. If you are under age or it is illegal for you to read stories of this nature where you live, then stop reading now. It involves sex between consenting male adults and the themes include, incest, domination, humiliation... Many thanks for the messages and suggestions. If you would like me to continue or you have any comments, I would be happy to receive them. Again, many thanks and apologies about my spelling and grammar. I do hope that you like my little story. ENJOY!! Not My Fathers Son...Part 5 I do not know how it would have looked, if somebody had walked in. My father was standing proudly in the centre of the room, the supreme alpha male. I was lying flat on the floor, at his feet. I was naked except for my underwear. My hands tied behind my back. My body was badly battered and bruised. He simply stood there, all powerful, his booted foot resting on the side of my face, sipping his drink. Occasionally, while I begged and pleaded, he would snigger and slowly apply some pressure with his boot. This quickly encouraged me to improve my performance. This was my new position in life. I was his slave...lying prostrate, beneath my master. `' Please master, please, I beg you to train this useless fucking faggot how to worship your perfect muscle ass master, PLEASE, I BEG YOU MASTER''. Please allow me the privilege of worshipping your ass and your shithole with my mouth and tongue, master. I KNOW, I DO NOT DESERVE IT BUT PLEASE MASTER, I BEG YOU TO TRAIN ME. I WOULD SHOW THEM THE RESPECT AND ADORATION THAT THEY SO RIGHTLY DESERVE, MASTER''. My heart pounded in my chest. I was so desperate and willing, willing to be a total slave to his ass. `' Keep fucking talking faggot'' was his blunt response. `' I dream about your magnificent ass, master. I dream about your shithole master. I dream about kissing and sucking on your shithole, about licking your shithole clean. I dream about getting my tongue up your beautiful butthole, Sir and cleaning it out for your master, if you would allow me'' I whimpered, pathetically. `' I dream about being your toilet slave master. I dream about drinking your golden piss, how good it would taste and I dream about''... I stammered, hesitated and nervous, I stopped. `'And you fucking what, faggot? You fucking dream about what?'' he snarled. Increasing the pressure on my face with his boot and bending down slightly, he continued. `' I think we both fucking know, precisely, what you fucking dream about faggot, but I want to hear you say it, you fucking piece of lowlife scum. Tell your Daddy, what you dream about cunt'' he condescendingly whispered. All the nervous tension had made my mouth dry but I quietly managed to respond. `' I dream about you'' I stumbled over my words. `'I dream about you feeding me from your beautiful shithole, Daddy. Ashamed, I continued. `'I dream about how wonderful it would be to eat your delicious shit, Daddy. I dream about eating your shit right from your ripe asshole, Daddy. `'And'' I promptly continued...'' about how grateful I would be, really grateful, to get to taste and eat your glorious shit, Daddy'' I anxiously mumbled. He remained quiet for a moment and then laughed aloud. As if, having considered what I had admitted to, he slowly bent forward again. `'What was that, faggot. What the fuck did you say? Did you say that you fucking dream about eating my shit, eating your Daddy's shit. You fucking filthy dirty faggot. You dream about eating, what was it? My glorious fucking shit'' and he increased the pressure with his boot. `'Well, was that it boy?'' he asked, almost teasingly. He was now grinding my face into the floor with his boot. He was still leaning forward, waiting for my answer. `'Yes, Daddy, I WANT TO EAT YOUR SHIT. FEED ME YOUR SHIT, please daddy'' I almost shouted. Suddenly, he stomped his boot down violently on my face. I howled out in pain. `'Will you ever fucking learn, cunt. It is not what you fucking want'' he barked. `' Of course you fucking want to fucking eat my shit, every fucking fag does. And, I know a couple of stupid fucking cunts, who would also love a fucking good helping '' he chuckled. `'Getting to fucking taste, never mind eat, my shit would obviously be the fucking high light of any lowlife faggots life'' he stated, matter of fact. And... he was right `'To get to eat my fucking shit boy, you are going to have to fucking work hard, cunt. You're going to have to convince Daddy that your deserve the honour of eating my glorious shit! You understand, boy?'' `' Yes Daddy, I understand'' I hastily replied. `'That's a good little faggot. So, you want Daddy to train you how to be a good fucking shit pig for his master?'' he calmly asked. `'Oh, yes please Daddy, please train me to be a good shit pig'' I unashamed begged. `'If there is one thing better than a shit licking faggot, it is a fucking real faggot, a piss drinking, shit eating faggot pig'' and he reached down, grabbed the belt and pulled me back up onto my knees. My head was now at his crotch level. Still frightened, I remained, head bowed before my master. `' You have permission to look up now, boy'' he firmly informed me. I brought my head up and looking straight ahead, I could see his breeder pole clearly through his pants. His huge cock looked like it was nearly fully hard as it pushed out against the light material. It looked like a fucking flagpole at a 45-degree angle. It was one, fucking huge tick, flagpole. Still holding his lead like belt with one hand, he brought his other hand down and started to massaged his cock through his pants. `'That's it faggot boy. Look at your fucking Daddy's massive cock, faggot. That fucking cock, made you boy! he barked. He continued slowly rubbing his mammoth cock. Unbelievably, it continued to grow and harden. `'You can see why those fucking stupid cum dump cunts just can't get enough of this pussy stretcher'' and he squeezed his pole hard. `'Can't you faggot?'' he asked. `'Yes master'' was all I could manage, shocked almost speechless by the fucking size of his tool. `'And I'm going to teach you how to fucking worship it properly cunt. I'm going to train you just how to please and satisfy my fucking beautiful 10 inch cock, boy... my 10 inches of prime fucking uncut Daddy cock''. His voice seemed softer, less threatening and I was hopeful. Nevertheless, I was transfixed. I had always tried, without success, to get a glimpse of his erect cock. All I had ever seen was a much-deflated version, hidden by his snug fitting bulging briefs. I was lost and I could not take my eyes off it. I simply could not move my eyes from his gargantuan cock, his legendary pussy-damaging tool. Out of the corner of my eye, however, I saw him raise his hand and before I had time to brace myself, it landed on my cheek. `'Wake the fuck up, pig'' and gone were any traces of hope. I was too exhausted to cry out. Instead, I only produced a low animalistic sounding groan. `'What I can't fucking understand, is how this'' and he grabbed his cock hard `'produced such a fucking piece of lowlife shit, like you''. `'Open that fucking toilet mouth, faggot'' and clearing his nose and throat again, he bend his head down slightly and dropped a wade of gob into my open mouth. `'Hold that in your mouth, faggot. Savour the fucking taste, boy. I'll tell you when to swallow! Now, I think that it's time that we started your fucking training, you filthy homo. But, I need a refill before we fucking start'' and he dragged me to his drinks cabinet. While he calmly sorted his drink, I waited, apprehensively. My mouth still held the contents of his nose and throat. He turned and having taken a large swig of his drink, he put his glass down on the cabinet top. `'Ok, faggot, swallow'' and he watched as I did as ordered. It wasn't easy and it showed on my face. `'Tasty'' he chuckled `' You're going to fucking eat and digest everything that this fucking magnificent body produces faggot and you're going to fucking relish the fucking taste. By the time I'm finished with you, cunt, you're going to be fucking begging for it...and beg you fucking will'' he was nearly shouting. Having had another drink, his hand returned to his cock. His crotch was so fucking close to my face. `'Now, see the fucking head of my cock, faggot''. With one finger, he gently rubbed its clearly visible bulbous head. `'I want you to fucking kiss the head of my cock, cunt. I want you to put your fucking piggy lips on my pants and gently kiss the head of your Daddys cock. You understand, cunt? Nice and gentle'' and he slowly brought my face to his crotch. As his crotch came closer, I willingly pursed my lips. He held my face just short of its destination and said `'Ok, boy, now kiss my fucking cock head''. My lips made contact with his fabric covered cock head it and I reverently kissed it. He pulled my head back and waited for a second or two. `' Fucking manners boy, where are your fucking manners'' and he pulled sharply on the belt. The buckle gouged into my neck again but I didn't care. `'Thank you Daddy, thank you for allowing me to kiss you cock, Daddy'' `'That's better, good boy. Now, kiss it again and show some fucking gratitude and some fucking respect, cunt. That's where your Daddy's fucking baby gravy and piss flows from, faggot. So, cunt, kiss it and I won't fucking correct you again!'' he snapped, patting my head. Again, he allowed my head forward and my lips kissed his still swelling cock. As I removed my lips, while thanking him, I saw a damp area gradually develop. He was excited and the pressure of my lips pushing on the fabric had drawn his pre-cum into the material of his pants. He also noticed and snored. `'Fucking looks like you've fucking got your Daddy turned on'' he sounded amused. `' Now, we can't have my pants getting fucking stained, can we boy? So, get your fucking mouth on that, pig, and start sucking!'' he ordered. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled it to his crotch. Holding my head at the sides, he angled it perfectly, ensuring that my mouth was in just the right position. I began to suck at the fabric ferociously. He moaned noisily. `' Good faggot, good pig boy'' he repeated as he moved my mouth around that solid area. I sucked hard. I wanted to suck every drop of his tasty pre-cum out of his fucking pants. I wanted it all. I was sucking right on his cock head. I wanted to swallow it, get it in my mouth. Then he pushed my head away. `' That's enough of that for the moment, cunt. We have a lot of fucking ground to cover and now'' he laughed, now I think that I should put that fucking suction mouth of yours to work elsewhere, cunt''. I instantly knew exactly what he meant and precisely where he fucking intended to put my mouth to work! Still, belt in hand, he took and mouthful of whiskey and he began to turn around. I watched, trembling, as he slowly moved. Inch by inch, my eyes starred as his magnificent ass came to stop, right in front of my face. His ass was only inches away from my face. My fathers, my masters... perfect muscle ass. Totally filling his trousers, the fabric was stretched tight across his muscular globes, barely able to contain what it concealed. The power they emitted was nearly tangible. He repositioned his feet, slightly further apart and then he stretched, arched his back and groaned, as if he had just woken up. He knew exactly what he was doing and the effect it would have. The fabric was pulled even tighter, almost to ripping point. He reached for his glass again and sipping, he asked. `'Like the fucking view back there, faggot? Like looking at your Daddy's fucking muscle ass, cunt? I was trembling, worse than ever. `' Oh, yes Daddy...yes Daddy, I love looking at your ass. Thank you, Daddy...Thank you''. I was almost panting. `'Of course you fucking love looking at my ass, faggot. You must be in fucking pig heaven with your master's ass almost in your fucking faggot face'' he growled. He stretched again. This time raising his arms above his head and then, bringing his arms down, he continued. `' You're going to fucking worship my perfect ass, cunt, and you're going to do a good fucking job, boy. A really, really, good fucking job with that pig tongue and mouth of yours, faggot. And if you fucking don't, you'll fucking feel my belt, boy. You understand, faggot? he shouted. `'Yes master, yes Daddy, I understand'' I whimpered. He brought his hands behind his back and gently began to rub his ass cheeks, up and down. Positioning his head to the side, he looked down on me, all the time slowly rubbing his magnificent ass, right in front of my face. `'My fucking ass is not going to be just the fucking centre of your fucking world, faggot, it is going to be YOUR WORLD. Inferior lowlife faggots like you where put here for one thing and one thing only...to worship straight superior males like me and each of you has a fucking job to do, and your fucking job faggot, I've decided ...is to be my fucking ass and shithole slave!'' He was getting drunker and having put his glass down, he reached behind, grabbing me by the hair. `'Right, faggot, kiss your Daddy's fucking ass. Kiss my fucking butt, boy. Kiss it just there, cunt'' he had dropped the belt and was pointing to the side of his left ass cheek. He forcefully pulled my face to his ass. I kissed his ass, passionately. Both of his hands were now keeping my face right where he wanted it. I kept kissing where he had instructed me to. Then, he released his grip slightly, pulling me away. I knew my place.. `'Thank you master, thank you for allowing me to kiss your ass Daddy'' He laughed and just pulled my face back to his ass. `'Keep kissing, cunt'' and he started moving my face all over his incredible ass. `'Yes, that's it cunt, that feels good, faggot. That where your fucking pig face belongs...right in my fucking ass, boy. Keep kissing, you filthy homo'' he barked. Then he moved my face close to the crack of his ass. `'Now, boy, I want to fucking feel those toilet lips of yours kiss the crack of my pants, boy, and start here'' he demanded, pointing to the top of the seam in his trousers. `' Get busy faggot'' I did, as I was told, and started kissing. My face now buried right in his butt. I was in pure fucking heaven. `'Good cunt, now go fucking lower faggot'' and he pushed my face further down his crack. My nose was right in his butt crack and I was breathing in the smell of his ass. The further down he pushed my face, the more pungent and intoxicating the smell became. `'Now lower, boy'' he snarled and he pushed my face slightly further down again. My willing lips responded and my mouth lovingly began to work its way down the seam. We both knew where my fucking mouth was heading. Then he stopped me. My mouth had reached its desired destination. `'Ah, yes, that's it faggot. That's it, cunt. Kiss your Daddy's fucking shithole through his pants, cunt'' he ordered and I obeyed. My mouth was on his shithole. I kiss the fabric that covered his hole. I had my mouth almost on his luscious shithole. All that was between my mouth and his fucking hairy hole was his underwear and those pants. I longed to eat through those fucking trousers and kiss his shithole properly. I pushed my mouth in as hard and as far as possible. I wanted to get my mouth as close as possible to his hole. Then moaning, he moved my head slightly and shoved my nose in. `' That's it cunt, now smell my dirty shithole faggot. Let me fucking feel that piggy nose, cunt'' he was grinding his ass on my face. `'Smell it, you filthy faggot. Smell your Daddy's shithole cunt. Let me hear it, boy. I want to big deep piggy breathes, boy'' and he pushed my head even further into his muscle butt. To be contined?...I'll let you decide...