Date: Fri, 3 Oct 2014 16:22:49 +0000 (UTC) From: Finn O'Shea Subject: NOT MY FATHERS SON....PART 8 DISCLAIMER; This story is intended for a strictly adult readership only. If you are under age or it is illegal for you to read stories of this nature, where you live, then STOP reading now. This story contains themes that include, incest, domination, water sports and scat between males. If you are offended by this type of material, then, STOP reading now. NIFTY IS A WONDERFUL RESOURCE, PROVIDING HOURS OF FREE FUN BUT IT RELIES ENTIRELY ON DONATIONS, SO, PLEASE SHOW NIFTY YOUR CONTINUED SUPPORT AND DONATE. Many thanks guy's for your comments and suggestions. They are great to receive and also provide great motivation. So, please, if you would like to send me your comments or suggestions, feel free, to do so. Also, if you would like me to continue with my little tale, please let me know. I hope that you enjoy it and apologies about my spelling and grammar...Regards...F Ps...DADDY'S DOING THE TALKING AGAIN...ENJOY NOT MY FATHERS SON...PART 8 That dirty little queer, sure had one receptive fucking mouth. I stood there, hands behind my head, cock dangling and I just let the fucking piss flow. I was all fucking powerful and I fucking knew it. I looked down...its mouth and eyes were wide fucking open, I sneered, angrily. It was fucking difficult to believe that I could have possibly produced this fucking piece of human scum but I pushed that thought to the back of my fucking mind. I just concentrated on pissing. Its little faggot mouth required fucking filling...filling with my fucking GOD piss. It was nothing but a fucking lowlife queer toilet, there for my personal use. It was fucking put on earth, to have its queer mouth filled with my fucking superior alpha male piss and whatever else I decided it was worthy of receiving. However, for now, I was happy just filling its queer mouth with my fucking special personal brew. Trapped between my huge tree trunk muscled legs, this was one thirsty fucking pig. Just the type of faggot, I fucking liked. I groaned in utter contentment as I flooded its queer mouth. My piss quickly filled its fucking mouth and just as it was about to overflow, I cut my fucking flow. Years of fucking serious faggot use and abuse meant that I was well fucking practised with dealing with thirsty piss pigs. I've always fucking object to having my fucking god piss wasted, so, if there was a fucking decent toilet faggot to use, then I am happy to fucking oblige. I would allow the little cunt, to gratefully guzzle down my fucking piss, mouthful after tasty mouthful. Lets face it, faggots are fucking good for just about nothing but being a fucking real superior alpha males fucking toilet slave. If I want the fucking lowlife cunts to beg to drink my piss or lick my fucking butthole clean, then that is what the fucking lowlife queers do. Faggot tongues, I'd discovered years ago, make good fucking toilet paper. Fucking queers need to be really fucking broken and used by superior male alpha fucking gods...gods like me. They needed to be shown their correct position and fucking station in life. If I don't feel like fucking pissing in a toilet or wiping my shithole clean after a dump, well, then why the fuck should I. There's always some fucking desperate queer, who's more than fucking willing to beg for the honour of drinking my fucking straight alpha male piss...or to be allowed the fucking honour of cleaning my superior shithole with its tongue. In fact, since my summer with that Hamilton cunt, I had developed a real fucking objection to cleaning my own fucking asshole. Why the fuck should somebody like me, a fucking god, have to wipe his own shithole clean. As the summer with that cunt had progressed, I had totally stopped showering before I honoured the stupid cunt went my presence and as for my ass wiping regime...well by the end of the fucking summer, it was non-existent. I fucking really got off on having the little cunt lick my shitty asshole clean. I'd pull the sluts mouth away from my stinking jock hole and instruct her to stick out her willing tongue. Seeing fucking nice long smears of my teenage shit down the centre of her tongue, well, it give me a true sense of my fucking total superiority. However, when it comes to fucking feeding shit hungry faggots, you already know my fucking point of view. Feeding those little hungry cunts, is a very different fucking story. Getting to lick my superior dirty butthole clean and getting to taste my shit after I've had a good dump requires some convincing begging, but being fed...well, that's a fucking totally different thing. I AM A FUCKING GOD and getting to feed on my god shit is a total fucking privilege. If I decide to permit the queer cunt to fucking feed on my glorious bodily waste, then I fucking demand an uncompromising display of gratitude and total devotion. My fucking supreme male shit has fuelled my magnificent god like body. Any fucking faggot scum would willingly lie down and die for one fucking mouthful of my delicious bodily waste. Therefore, I demand that my powerful alpha male ass and fucking tight muscle shithole, are shown total and unreserved devotion and adoration. To feed on my precious shit is a complete and undeserved honour for any fucking faggot queer. Feeding shit pigs, requires the correct fucking training and college, I discovered, was to prove the ideal place to fine-tune my faggot feeding skills. Before I'd left home, I had a very drunken conversation with my brother Matt. He warned me about filthy fucking homo's. Three years my senior, he had been in the army for a few years. He told me, that the army, was virtually infested, with the filthy scum. He explain though, that they did fucking serve a purpose. He bluntly filled me in on how he'd used the fucking cock-sucking, ass licking faggots and how to keep the filthy queers in their rightful place. I took note, as he said that with my fucking body, the little cunts would be all over me like a fucking rash, when I got to college. Sure enough, he was fucking right. In my first week on campus, there were faggots everywhere but they were easy to fucking spot. I could feel their fucking eyes on every fucking inch of my body. They fucking openly starred at my bulging basket, but it seemed that my jock butt was the real fucking crowd pleaser. Whenever, I walked by, the stupid queers would watch and fucking drool. I quickly built up a good healthy selection of fucking eager cum dumps. Getting fucking laid and having my mammoth cock regularly serviced, wasn't a fucking problem. However, I missed that Hamilton cunt or more precisely, her butt cleaning tongue. By now, I was well use to having my fucking muscle ass eaten out. I'd discovered just know fucking sensitive a guys shithole is and how fucking awesome an obedient tongue feels. I was bloody sure that my fucking asshole wasn't made this sensitive just to be fucking ignored and these fucking up tight bitches didn't seem to be up to the fucking job. Oh, they all fucking loved to look at, caress and occasionally kiss my steel bubble butt but when it came to getting my shithole well and truly licked out, they unappreciative bitches resisted. I could have fucking easily forced the little cunts but I needed to maintain a clean sheet in college, family reputation etc so I couldn't afford to get in any fucking trouble. Now, this is where my fucking pathetic roommate, that I mentioned earlier, comes in. The minute I fucking met it, the expression on its fucking face told me everything that I fucking needed to know. The cunts mouth fucking almost hit the fucking floor, when it saw me saunter into the room, for the first time. This was definitely one of those fucking filthy faggots, I immediately decided. I contemplated complaining and having it change rooms, but the conversation with my brother stuck in my mind. Although I had no fucking intention of allowing this piece of queer scum anywhere near me, I decided to let it stay. What the fuck, I thought. I can easily keep this scrawny piece of shit in its place. Every time we were in the room together, the little fucking queer was as nervous as fuck and it could barely fucking even look at me. It fucking stammered every fucking time I asked it a question. The poor little fucking queer boy was totally intimidated by my fucking pure alpha male superiority. After a few weeks, I decided to have some fucking fun with it. I began, gradually, to get it to do the fucking chores that I couldn't be bothered doing. `'This fucking room needs cleaning'' I'd bark. The submissive little queer would do whatever I said, fucking rightly so. Occasionally, I'd allow it to see the perfection of my amazing fucking body. I fucking enjoyed teasing the little homo. I loved watching the effect that my superior jock body, had on the pathetic cunt. I'd walk around, wearing nothing but my tight fucking faded Levi's, my ripped upper body exposed. I could see the pathetic queer tremble with fucking desire. Regularly, I'd come back, covered in fucking sweat from football practise and the fucking cunt would bolt out of the room in a complete state of fucking queer desperation. The poor fucking faggot was almost demented while I relished every fucking minute of my subtly inflected torture. One morning thought, I decided that things needed to fucking change. Thinking about what Matt had said about faggots serving a fucking purpose, I decided that if I was going to have to fucking share my personal space with this cunt, that I might as well fucking avail of some of the fucking benefits. Several times, I'd caught the stupid faggot sneaking glimpses of my fucking full ass. This faggot was one definite, jock ass hound, I decided. And... my fucking butt and asshole were now in need of some fucking serious tongue and mouth attention. The stupid homo was lying on its bed, pretending to be asleep. Wearing one of my numerous pairs of fucking snug fitting Levi's and a tight white T, I turned my back to it. Standing at the other side of the room, I decided to give the queer boy a real fucking faggot treat. Slowly, I began stretching. Spreading my huge legs, I raised my muscle bound arms above my head. I fucking knew what the little cunt wanted. What it failed to realise though, was that I had a perfect view of its dumb reflection in the mirror. To finish off, I arched my back and pushed my fucking rear out. I stood there, holding my position. The look on the fucking queers face, almost made me fucking laugh. It was in a fucking faggot frenzy. Its eyes did, as expected. They were fucking glued to my muscle butt and the dirty homo was nearly fucking salivating. I had seen this fucking expression before. I had seen it on that Hamilton bitches face and I instantly recognised it for what it was. It was the look of an ass hungry, fucking slave. I spun around quickly, catching it off guard. `' So, you fucking like looking at my fucking jock ass, you dirty faggot'' I shouted, bounding across the room. Grabbing it by its skinny neck, I pushed it down onto the fucking floor. Before it had time to respond, I turned around and with my feet either side of its chest, I dropped to my knees. With my back to its face, I swiftly pinned it between my rock hard thighs. My butt was now resting right on its fucking under developed chest. `' There you go cunt, have a good fucking look at my muscle jock ass, that's what you've been dreaming of, isn't it, you fucking filthy queer boy''. It was still in a state of shock and before it got a chance to fucking answer, I pushed my ass right up to its fucking face. It was fucking shaking with fear, I just laughed, pushing my ass further. `'There you fucking go, homo, take a fucking really close look'' I barked. It began to struggle a little, but squeezing my thighs, did the fucking trick. `' That's better, cunt, now stay still'' I commanded. Then I moved my butt right back until I was fucking sitting right on the faggots face. Fuck, that sure felt good. I'd never done this before. Sitting on this fucking faggots face, was my fucking rightful place. It was a clear demonstration of my fucking true superiority. Sitting there, I couldn't understand why the fuck, I hadn't done it before. Something, I was now determined to fucking rectify. I was intent on fucking using this particular faggots face to its full fucking potential. I pushed my butt down hard and began to fucking grind my denim clad ass all over the stupid queers face. Fuck, it felt so good. I pushed down as hard as I fucking could. I wanted the little homos face buried right between the fucking globes of my muscle ass. I could feel its pig face buried deep, its fucking nose was pushed right into my fucking ass. `' If you fucking like looking at my butt so much then why don't you see how it smells, faggot'' I growled. `'Fucking smell my jock asshole, queer boy, fucking smell it'' I shouted. I felt it breathe in. `' That's it, cunt, smell my dirty shithole, faggot'' I snarled. Then, I knew what I wanted to do. I had this little homo's face, right where it fucking belonged, pinned beneath my powerful manly ass. I arched my back again and grinding my butt hard, I instinctively, farted. `' Smell that cunt, smell my fucking jock stink'' I ordered, continuing to grind my ass. `' Fucking breathe in my jock gut gas, you queer'' and I heard the little pig do as ordered. Then, I fucking farted again. Looking down, I saw the little cunts dick, suddenly twitch in its boxers. Then, a stain began to fucking appear. The fucking stupid cunt had shot its load without even fucking touching itself. Dirty queer had cum sniffing my ripe jock farts. Content, I got up. Looking down, the dismal faggot was a fucking wreck. Laughing, I gathered my stuff for class. As I left the room, I looked back, the homo hadn't moved. `' I'm glad that we got that fucking sorted, faggot. When I get back later, you'd fucking better be here, cunt. We're fucking going to continue this, you ass sniffing faggot'' and I banged the door behind me, smiling. LET ME KNOW IF YOU WOULD LIKE ME TO CONTINUE...