Date: Sat, 3 Jun 2017 15:57:06 -0700 From: Dillon Forsythe Subject: Son takes control - part 2 I'd like to thank everyone for the positive comments. Once again, this is a complete fictional work. Remember to donate to nifty so we can continue to write and share these wonderful stories at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ********* A short while later, after he made sure that I had washed him thoroughly and cleaned myself, we stepped out of the bathroom and returned to the living room. He said, "You do realize that this is only the beginning, right?" I nodded my assent, and with that, he said, "The game is over. Tim will be home soon. Get dressed and go home. I will call you when I want you. Give me your wallet." I handed him my wallet, and he took $100 in cash out of it. He said, "This is what we agreed on, right?" I said, "Yes, son." He said, "This is a fair amount for my allowance, but if I need something extra, I will take more." He said, "Go buy a dildo, some lube, and a chastity device. I will have you over again next weekend. Do not disappoint me." I dressed and left. I can't wait until next weekend to see what happens. ********* I headed home, and thoughts raced through my mind about what had happened over the last few hours. I could feel some 'leakage' as I sat in the driver's seat, and my jaw, and my ass especially were sore. It had been years since I had sucked a cock, and in one day, I had done it several times. As far as bottoming, I hadn't done that since college. My erection drove me crazy. When I got home, I decided to shower, and clean up - thoughts still spinning in my head. I washed, rinsed, washed again, and I jerked off in the shower. I think I shot the largest load I've shot since I was a teenager. When I got out of the shower, I dressed, and noticed a text from Tyler on my phone. It said, "Make sure you get those things I asked you to get right away. Here is exactly what I want you to get." The text had a link to a wishlist at an adult store. I went to my computer, and brought up the link, looking at the dildo, it was reasonable - about 7", and not too thick. I was thankful for that. The chastity device was a cage type, and looked like it wouldn't be too bad. I clicked, 'Add to cart', and then finished the purchase. The package would arrive in two business days. I texted Tyler, and told him that the package would arrive by Wednesday. He replied that he would come over Wednesday evening to pick it up, and said that we could get dinner. Thinking about everything that had just happened, I decided to jerk off again, and shot another huge load. If I was going to be in chastity soon, I would need to get everything out of my system, I guess. Monday, and Tuesday, I settled into a regular work routine, but the thought of Tyler coming on Wednesday stayed uppermost in my mind. I jerked off several times per day, and every time I shot a huge load. All the while I wondered why this turned me on so much. Wednesday arrived, and early in the afternoon the package arrived - plain brown box. I brought it into the house, and set it on the counter, knowing that Tyler would arrive around 6PM for dinner. I stopped working at 5PM, and showered, shaved, and cleaned up before Tyler arrived - one last jerk just in case it would be my last. Tyler arrived just before 6PM, letting himself in with the key I gave him. I was out on the patio by the pool, having a cigarette, and he startled me by just sliding the door open. He joined me at the patio table, and suggested Olive Garden for dinner. I agreed that would be fine, and clicked the application on my phone to get on the waiting list - it would be 45 minutes before a table was available, and the restaurant was only ten minutes away. I told Tyler that we'd leave in about a half hour. He asked to see the package, and I went in and got it from the counter. When I returned, he had his shorts off, and was sitting with his legs spread in his patio chair. He said, "Time for an appetizer for you dad, while I check out the package." I just handed him the package, and dropped to my knees in front of him, and started sucking and licking him the way I had done on Sunday. As I was working on his cock, he opened the box, and removed the contents, looked at them, and then put them back in the box. I could tell he was getting close to cumming, and renewed my efforts to make sure that I completed the job before we had to leave. I was also hoping that by pleasing him, he wouldn't put the chastity device on me. He pushed down on the back of my head, and let loose a huge load, and said, "Don't lose a drop of it, dad." I swalloed everything, and licked his head clean, and then he pushed me off, and pulled up his shorts, and said, "Good. Now, time to leave." We arrived at Olive garden, and were seated by a very cute young lady, only to find that our waiter was an incredible looking young twink. He was somewhat effeminate, and had a perfect ass. My son caught me checking out the waiter, and gave me a disapproving look. When we were alone at the table, he said, "Dad, you have one cock to serve - stop looking around. I'm very disappointed in you." I knew that this meant that there would be some discipline when we got home, and winced at the thought. We finished dinner, and left the restaurant at about 8PM. He told me that he had to pick up Tim from work at 10PM. We headed over to my place, and as soon as we got inside, he told me to strip. I started to head toward my bedroom to get undressed, and he said, "Here! Now!", so just as the garage door was closing, I stripped down and tossed my clothes on the hood of the car. When I was naked, he said, "Bend over the hood of the car. You must be punished for checking out the waiter." It was only then that I noticed that he was unbuckling his belt. He said, "We'll start with 20, and see if that gets your attention. Same as last time - hands flat on the hood, count aloud. Lose count, or lift your hand, we start again at 1. Here we go." With that, the first swat landed on my bare ass, and it stung like fire. I managed to keep my hands down, and said, "One". He paused a long time between swats this time, and he was hitting much harder than he had on Sunday. After nearly 15 minutes, he had completed the 20 swats, and I was certain that the neighbors had heard the swats through the garage door. When he finished, he said, "Stand up, and lets go inside." We went out to the patio, and I was still naked. I hadn't dared to reach back and touch my ass, but surely there must be welts, or possibly even blood. Tyler said, let's go for a swim, and quickly removed his T-shirt, shoes, socks, and shorts. I still couldnt' help but admire how good he looked, and wondered why I had even looked at the waiter; habit, I guess. Tyler walked across the patio, and hopped into the pool, and said, "Get your ass in here, dad." I walked over, and went into the water down the steps. When the water hit my ass, it felt awesome, and started to take some of the burn out. I got in up to my chest, and was just standing there enjoying the cooling on my ass when Tyler back floated over to me, stopped, and said, "Suck it dad." His cock was partially erect, and floating at chest level, so I leaned down and started to suck. He grabbed the wall, and floated, just enjoying my ministrations on his cock. I could tell he was getting close, and then he said, "Stop. No dessert for you, you were a bad dad. My load is going in the other end." With that, he pushed me toward the wall of the pool, and got behind me. In a second, his cock was rammed all the way into my ass, and he began to pump. In just a matter of seconds, I could feel his load shooting inside of me. As soon as he finished, he swam around the pool once, and then got out. I was still standing near the pool wall, doing as I had been told, and hoping to avoid another spanking. He told me to get out of the pool, and began to get dressed. I sat gently down at the patio table, and lit a cigarette. He said, "Thanks for dinner, dad. I will be coming back on Friday afternoon. Tim will drop me off, and he'll be at work until 10PM. He'll come pick me up when he's done working. I hated to have to punish you, but you know that you deserved it. You have to understand that my cock is the only one that you need, or will have from now on." With that, he picked up the package from earlier, and left. Once he was gone, I reached back and felt my ass. Sure enough, there were huge welts where the belt had struck. Note to self, no wandering eye. Fortunately, I had good training when I was married to his mother, so I knew how to do that. I went out to the garage and got my clothes, took them into my bedroom, and decided to watch tv laying on my stomach. For some reason, the urge to jerk off wasn't there this time - I really felt like I had been punished, and had disappointed him. There was no feeling of oddness anymore, I was owned, and I knew it. I just had to figure out how to please my master, and knew there would be some difficult learning moving forward. < Part 3 will be Friday night. Thank you so much for the positive feedback on part 1 - I really appreciate it. I love getting the comments, and if anyone has suggestions, please let me know.>