Date: Sun, 28 Sep 2014 16:52:43 +0100 From: Finn O'Shea Subject: NOT MY FATHERS SON....PART 7 DISCLAIMER; The following story is totally fictional and is intended for strictly adult readership only. If you are under age or it is illegal to read stories of this nature where you live, then STOP reading now. This story contains sexual contact between males, including incest, domination, water sports and humiliation, so, if these themes offend you, please STOP reading now. FINALLY; Nifty, relies totally on your donations so, PLEASE support this wonderful resource. It provides hours of endless FREE fun... Many thanks guys, for taking the time to contact me. It is, much appreciated. Apologies again about the delay with the new chapter, I will try harder. I hope that you like it and that it was worth the wait. Again, if you would like to comment, please do. It is always great to hear your thoughts and suggestions. If you would like to read more of my tale, please, let me know. I have a few more chapter ideas in mind. Many thanks for reading...ENJOY... F NOT MY FATHERS SON...PART 7 He pated my head like a well-behaved dog... he was my fucking Master. I knew that I was nothing but a fucking pathetic animal. Father or not, I was now nothing more than worthless piece of lowlife fucking scum to him. `'Good boy... good little ass sniffing queer. You really are a total fucking shit hound, aren't you boy'' his southern drawl once again became very pronounced. `' Daddy fucking likes obedient hungry shit hounds'' and he patted my head again, smiling. The smell of his ripe asshole still clung to my nose hairs and I longed for more. `'Yep, you sure are one fucking filthy shit hungry faggot'' he laughed, pushing me back onto my haunches. `' Stay pig, fucking stay queer pig'' he ordered. I remained fixed in place. He turned, grabbed the Bourbon bottle and refilled his glass. Slurping on his whiskey, he refocused his evil glare on me. Putting his drink back down, he smiled and began to roll up his shirtsleeves slowly, exposing his muscled lower arms. Then, unhurriedly, he began to undo his remaining shirt buttons. Between each button, he leisurely took a swig from his replenished glass, sneering down arrogantly. `'Dirty fucking ass munching faggot, just can't fucking wait...can't fucking wait to see what's under here'' he chuckled. Suddenly without warning, he sneered, hocked up and spat on my lips. `'Lick that up faggot'' he commanded, `' you know the fucking drill shithead''. Instantly, my tongue went to work. As I worked my father's gob into my appreciative mouth, my eyes watched him longingly. `'That's it boy, now swallow cunt'' then he continued undoing his shirt. Finally, he slipped his shirt off his broad muscular shoulders and threw it onto the sofa. He just stood in front of me, only a few feet away, naked from his waist up. He revelled in my obvious appreciation of his supreme alpha male masculinity. He was a pure fucking god, he knew it and so did I... and he was my fucking father. `'Look at me faggot, look at your fucking Daddy's perfect body'' he barked. Standing there, wearing just his tight fitting trousers and shinning black boots, he was a fucking Adonis. He remained motionless for a few moments, allowing me to drink in his flawless physique, his muscle bound arms hanging wide. Fine hair covered his sculpted chest, circling his large protruding suck able nipples. Then, gently, he deliberately began to massage his mountainous chest and tight stomach. Starring down at me, he lightly ran his hands over his magnificent torso. `'You fucking love looking at my awesome body, don't you cunt. I'm a real fucking god, and you'' he shouted `' you are FUCKING NOTHING. You are nothing but a fucking piece of lowlife shit'' he laughed. `' Just fucking look at you, kneeling there, fucking drooling like a dog''. He raised his arms above his head, exposing his hairy armpits. Then, he flexed, displaying his pure alpha male superiority and physical prowess. Resting his arms behind his head, he continued. `' Think that I should fucking allow you to worship this body faggot, do you think that you fucking deserve to worship my magnificent body, you pathetic queer cunt. Do you think that you are worthy of the fucking privilege of worshipping and servicing this straight alpha male god''. Moving, his hands down, he tenderly began to stroke his flat rock hard stomach, grinning. Patting his stomach suggestively, he vainly continued. `'I fucking want my glorious body and EVERYTHING that it fucking produces, to be fucking shown the utter devotion and total respect that it so rightly deserves'' he sneered, with total contempt in his ice cold eyes. His blatant inference did not need explaining. `'Do you think you really deserve the total fucking honour of worshipping and consuming everything that this fucking glorious body produces, you dirty queer cunt'' and he spat on my face again. I knew what I needed to say and what he needed to hear... `' I BEG YOU MASTER, DADDY...PLEASE, PLEASE, I IMPLORE YOU DADDY, PLEASE ALLOW ME THE PRIVILEGE OF WORSHIPPING EVERY INCH OF YOUR AWESOME BODY, SIR...I PROMISE THAT I WILL SHOW IT THE RESPECT AND DEVOTION THAT YOU DESERVE, MASTER... AND PLEASE, PLEASE. I BEG YOU MASTER...PLEASE TRAIN ME TO BE YOUR FUCKING TOILET SLAVE, SIR...YOUR PISS DRINKING, SHIT EATING FAGGOT TOILET SLAVE, MASTER...I shouted, in total torment. There was no fucking going back. I was a total slave to my father and to his magnificent body. It was all consuming. My pure and utter desperation showed in my voice, and it pleased him. `'That's a good little fucking queer, you know your rightful place, you fucking filthy toilet faggot '' he stated, still gulping on his whiskey. Then he began to rub his ribbed six-pack, up and down. Teasingly, his hand reached lower and then he gently slipped just his thumb inside the tight waistband of his trousers. Running it proactively along the inside of his trousers, he stopped right above his fly. Moving his hand down, he began to unzip, slowly. All the time, his glazed never lost mine. Slipping his hand through his fly, he rummaged around inside for a few seconds before pulling his cock through the opening. My eyes only had seconds to take in the view of his juicy flaccid uncut cock before his hands obscured my view again. Carefully, he pulled his balls free. Satisfied, he replaced his hands behind his head. His thick uncut cock, hung down over his beautiful egg sized nuts. I starred at his delicious cock and low hanging balls. The skin on the head of his cock was, slightly pulled back. The tip of his dick was visible. I could clearly see his moist piss slit. Drops of pre cum oozed and I longed to suckle it lovingly in my mouth and savour its tasty discharge. Then, I noticed that his nut sack was fucking hairless. `'You love that, you little queer cunt, love looking at your fucking Daddy's pussy stretching cock and my big shaved balls. I like my fucking nuts shaved. I like them nice and fucking smooth, like a fucking babies bottom'' he laughed. `' There's a dumb cunt down at the club and she fucking begs to shave my nuts for me and as a real treat, I sometimes allow the stupid bitch to lick them clean after I've had a good hard game of squash'' he smirked. He began to fondle his cock and balls with one hand, while he swigged on his whiskey again. Then he reached for the ashtray, retrieved his cigar and re-light it. Tilting his gorgeous manly head slightly backwards, he blew cigar smoke towards the ceiling. `' You are just desperate to fucking get your filthy pig mouth and toilet tongue busy, aren't you boy `'he barked. Quickly gripping his hardening cock, he began to wank slowly, right in front of me. Sighing deeply, I shook with nervous excitement and I licked my lips in anticipation. He saw me, and faking a caring voice, he arrogantly continued. `'Not so fucking fast, you dirty homo. I like to fucking take things slowly, cunt. Now, I'm all in favour of all this father son bonding shit, so first, why don't you tell Daddy just how much that little piggy nose of yours wants to sniff Daddy's big sweaty balls. Come on faggot, tell your Daddy just how fucking badly you want to smell his sweaty nut sack'' he laughed. I began to beg with every ounce of conviction that I could summon up. `' Please, please Daddy, please Master, I humbly beg you to allow this worthless pig the privilege of sniffing your beautiful balls. I beg you Sir, I know that I'm nothing but please, please, please Daddy, allow this filthy lowlife faggot the honour of smelling your sweaty nuts. You are my GOD, and I am here to worship you...Please, please allow me to smell your nut sweat Sir'' stammering, I continued on for sometime. When I had finished, all I could was hope that my pathetic ramblings had satisfied his ego. He smiled down at me and putting down his drink and cigar, he grabbed my head at the sides. `' That's a good little pig...very good little fucking pig indeed, Daddy's happy'' his tone almost sounded warm. `' Ok faggot, I'm going to allow you to fucking sniff my sweaty nuts''. I almost cried with gratitude. `' Thank you Daddy, thank you Master'' I blurted out. `' But just fucking sniff them, cunt, I'd better not feel any fucking tongue, you understand queer boy'' he asked. Yes, Master, yes I understand'' I responded. `' Good faggot'' and he began to bring my face towards his sweaty sack. Just as the tip of my nose was about to touch his sack, he stopped, holding my face in place. `' Now, just like when you had your fucking faggot face buried deep in my ass, I expect to hear big deep piggy sniffs, cunt'' he ordered. `' Now get sniffing, pig boy''. I inhaled intensely. The aroma of my father's balls was like fucking catnip and I was fucking high. My nose hairs tingled from the smell of his fucking nut sweat. I was in fucking pig scent heaven. He moved my face around and then began to push my face into his delicious nuts. His sweaty balls now covered my fucking nose. `'That's it cunt, smell my fucking sweaty balls, you dirty fucking faggot'' and he began to grind my face right into his moist nuts. I was fucking stuck between heaven and hell. All I wanted to do now was taste his manly sweat. I longed to fucking lick every fucking drop of sweat off my fathers nuts. I fought to keep my fucking eager tongue locked in my mouth. `' Yep, you fucking love the smell of your Daddy's balls, don't you faggot''. All I could do was mumble and nod in response. He continued grinding my face into his crotch and I obediently, did as instructed. `' Right, you little shit eater, now I want to fucking feel that piggy tongue of yours. Fucking lick your Masters balls clean, lick your Daddy's fucking nuts clean, boy...show me just how fucking good you are with that faggot cleaning tongue of yours'' he barked. `' Get to it, you queer pig, get fucking licking''. It was like a fucking answer to my prayers and I didn't need to be told twice. My tongue sprung right into action and I began lapping lovingly at my fathers salty nuts. Fuck, they tasted good. I tenderly lapped up every dried up bead of sweat off his balls. `' That's a fucking good faggot. Let me fucking feel that tongue cunt, nice fucking long licks faggot and fucking look at me while you lap, cunt. Let Daddy see just how fucking grateful you are to be allowed to lick his fucking sweaty balls clean''. I looked up and he starred right down into my eyes. `' Good little cunt'' he said as I began to attentively work my tongue over each fucking massive ball. Content with my work, I then began licking them both simultaneously, desperate to ensure that I had done a through job. `' Now faggot, I want you to fucking suck on my balls. I fucking want both my balls in your fucking faggot mouth at once, so open wide boy'' he growled. `'Fucking tilt your head back cunt'' and he push my head back by my forehead. Moving slightly forward, he rested his nuts on my mouth. I opened my mouth as wide as possible, desperately trying to suck them in but they were just too fucking big. I could sense that he was becoming annoyed. `'I fucking told you pig, open that fucking homo mouth''. I felt him slip his fingers into each side of my mouth and then he forcible began to spread it wider. It really fucking hurt, then I heard him say... `'Ah, that's it'' and I felt his balls begin to fill my mouth. `' Watch the fucking teeth, cunt. Cut me.. and you will fucking know all about it, faggot''. Then he relaxed. `'Now, suck shit licker and I want to feel your pig tongue work my balls while they're in your faggot mouth. Fucking do it'' he hollered. With his balls filling every inch of my mouth, it was impossible to move my tongue. He glared down at me. Anger filled his face. `'I'm not feeling that tongue, cunt'' he shouted.' 'Maybe the little dirty queer needs some fucking proper encouragement'' and he pinched my nose closed. Horror filled me, I couldn't fucking breath. My fear showed in my eyes but he just smiled back evilly. My terror was fucking tuning him on. He had complete and total fucking control. I could feel my face redden and I began to choke. `'I fucking told you already pig, I WANT TO FUCKING FEEL THAT TONGUE WORK, CUNT'' he ordered. Moving my head slightly and I somehow managed to wriggle my tongue beneath his balls. `'There you go cunt, see you can do it. Keep it up faggot, that feels really fucking great''. I did as commanded and kept my tongue going. Finally, he released his grip on my nose. Air, thankfully, filled my lungs quickly. Content, he slowly withdrew his huge nut sack from my mouth. `'Now, that wasn't so bad...was it asswipe''. Then he continued. `' However, you really need to learn to do as you're told cunt, or as you saw, there will be fucking consequences'' he calmly stated. I was still gasping for air as he tousled my hair and walked off to the mini bar. Nonchalantly, he strode back, his semi hard cock and balls swinging in front of his trousers, beer can in hand. I was a fucking mess but he was obviously indifferent to my distress. Looking down at me again, he grinned and cracked open his beer. `'You know faggot that since I've been home, well, I still haven't had a fucking piss'' and he smiled. `' You see, what I'm thinking is now that we've got that faggot mouth of yours nicely loosened up, that we might as well get your fucking toilet training started, cunt. What do you think, faggot''. I knew that it wasn't a question. Before I could answer, he continued. `' I really need a wicked fucking piss and I fucking know just how thirsty you must be cunt'' he grinned. `'And... I know just how much you faggots love to fucking guzzle down a real mans piss, so what do you say cunt. Want to drink some Daddy piss'' he asked. `' Yes Sir, I want to drink your fucking piss'' I quickly responded. Another, lightening quick back hander hit my face. I yelped, like a dog. `' I already told you...you queer cunt, that I want, doesn't fucking get''. Pointing at the floor between his legs, he continued. `' So, get the fuck over here and ask your Daddy to piss in that faggot mouth of yours...and do it nicely, boy. Convince your Daddy that you really deserve to drink his piss, you piece of faggot shit'' he ordered. I shuffled across the floor to where he was pointing. `' Lean back cunt'' he said, pushing my head backwards. Spreading his powerful legs, he straddled my chest. `'I need to get fucking comfortable, faggot. A real man likes to be fucking comfortable when he takes a fucking piss'' pausing he grinned `' and more importantly, when he takes a really good fucking satisfying dump'' and he laughed. He carefully positioned my face, right down between his legs. `' Fucking perfect'' he smirked. His cock dangled just above my mouth. Reaching down, he gently pealed back his foreskin a little more, exposing its bulbous head. It hung there, teasing me, nearly touching my lips. He stretched arrogantly and placed his arms back behind his head again. Glaring down, he spoke. `'Now, like a good little fucking queer faggot, tell Daddy why you think you fucking deserve to drink his fucking superior alpha male piss. Tell Master why you deserve to be his chosen little piss bucket. Why do you deserve to drink my fucking God piss, you pathetic cunt'' he blasted out. When I began to speak, his cock was so close that it brushed my lips. I fucking wanted his piss, so badly, that it hurt. `' I beg you Daddy, please, please piss in my fucking mouth. I know that it's an honour Master to get to drink your delicious piss and I'd be so fucking grateful Sir. So fucking grateful to be allowed to drink your superior alpha male piss. You are a fucking God and I am nothing but lowlife scum''. I was beyond degradation. I would say whatever needed to have him fucking urinate in my mouth. `' I will gratefully gulp your piss down Daddy, like the queer cunt, that I am'' I pleaded. `' Nice one, cunt. I think that I might just fucking piss in that faggot toilet mouth''. The condescension in voice was palpable. `' First though faggot, I want you to fucking kiss my piss slit, cunt. Go on, pig, kiss just my piss slit. Kiss that pisshole, faggot''. He still had his arms behind his head as I brought my lips to his cock. Gently, I pursed my lips and planted an adoring kiss right on his pisshole. `' That was good, now do it again faggot and this time let me feel your fucking queer tongue in the fucking hole. Let me feel you clean out my piss hole with your fucking tongue, you dirty little piss-loving cunt. I immediately obeyed. Bringing my lips back to his cock head, I placed my lips over his pisshole. Tenderly, I probed my Daddy's pisshole with my devoted tongue. I probed deeper and I heard him moan. Keen to please, I continued to work the inside of his fucking piss slit with the tip of my tongue. His moaning increased and then abruptly, he commanded me to stop. I immediately thanked him for allowing me to savour and clean his pisshole with my tongue. `' Good cunt, that was good and you're really starting to finally fucking learn and show promise. I think that you've earned a fucking reward cunt, a big huge fucking reward. And, who says that I haven't got good fucking parenting skills, huh'' he smirked. Good performance always deserves a fucking reward, so open that fucking toilet mouth wide, you queer cunt. Daddy's going to fill that piss thirsty fucking mouth of yours with his own tasty special brew. See how fucking thoughtful and caring I am. Now... open your fucking queer mouth wider boy. Show Daddy his new fucking piss pot'' he barked. I opened my mouth as wide as possible. He lowered his arms and placed them on his waist. `' Good fucking toilet queer, now keep looking up at your fucking new toilet Master, faggot''. His thick cock hung less than an inch above my open waiting mouth. `' You better not fucking spill a drop, cunt, if you fucking do, I won't be fucking happy. And... no fucking swallowing until I tell you, faggot. You fucking understand, boy''. `'Yes Daddy, I understand'' I said, nodding my head in compliance. Initially, it was a slow intermittent trickle but it quickly... 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