Date: Wed, 30 Mar 2011 16:12:23 -0400
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: Bad Son (gay/incest, oral, anal, b/M)

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This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual
acts of boy's discovering their sexuality.  It contains graphic scenes of
sex between an underage boy and adult males...  If this type of content
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				  Bad Son
				    By
				   Wolf

	Like so many young boys as I reached puberty I became disrespectful
and rebellious of my father's discipline.  I was rude to him and challenged
his authority at every opportunity.  I started hanging out with a bunch of
older teenagers.  They taught me to smoke drink and engage in petty theft.
I was headed for serious trouble.

	My father grew impatient with my behavior.  One afternoon he
insisted on me accompanying him.  We drove down town to a seedy section of
town that was lined with bars, tattoo parlors, porn shops and cheap hotels
that were nothing more that whore houses.  Dad parked his car behind on
seedy little shop that had a Gothic lettered sign proclaiming the
establishment as "The House of Piercings."  The windows were covered
completely with magazine pages depicting people with all manner of things
sticking through their skin.

	I wondered why my father was brining me to such a place.  The
outer office had racks of all kinds of magazines depicting piercings and a
variety of torture.  The glass cases had all manner of things to pierce skin
and attachments made out of stainless steel.  There was another section
dedicated to tattoos.  The man standing behind the counter seemed to
know my father.  He just nodded as we entered.

	Dad led me toward the hall towards the back.  We entered an
office, occupied by an older man.  I could see tattoos all over his arm and
on his neck.  I suspected that the man's body was probably covered with
tattoos.  My dad explained to the man that I was becoming an
incorrigible headed for trouble.  He told the man that something had to
be done to rain me in before I wound up in jail.

	The man behind the desk sat in his wheeled office chair with his
elbows resting on the armrests while he touched his fingertips together in
a reflective manner.  He said, "I understand your problem!  We can see
to it that your son never disobeys you again without retribution."

	He told me to go to the next room and wait for them.  I was
nervous as I left the office and headed down the hall.  The next room
had an actual barber's chair anchored to the floor.  The room was white
and antiseptic smell.  The walls were covered with drawing of tattoos
and Mylar sheets with etchings of tattoos.  There was a table with ink
bottles and a tattoo machine.  There was also a small man sitting on a
stool in the corner.  He looked like a picture I had seen of a Japanese
Yakuza (Japanese Mafia).  His body was covered in a complete body
tattoo design from neck to knees and elbows.  All he had on was a white
strip of cloth wrapped around him like a dipper.

	I wondered just how getting a tattoo was going to change my
behavior.  I was nervous in the presence of this strangle little man.  He
looked older than my father as he sat there smoking a cigarette.  The
neon lights shined on his bald head.  He didn't speak at all.  I stood there
shifting my weight from foot to foot.

	Eventually the door opened and another Japanese man entered.
This man was stripped to the wait and sported a full body tattoo as well.
His hair was cropped in a crew cut.  He told me that I was about to get a
discipline piercing.

	I had no idea what he was talking about.  He said something to
the old man in Japanese.  The old man stood up, before unwrapping the
cloth from around his waist.  When his sex organ came into view I was
shocked to see a large stainless steel ring attached to the end of his
brown cock.  His foreskin was piled up against the ring.  There were also
a couple of rings just as large piercing the center seem of his nut sack.
They looked heavy.  At the command of the second man the old man
attached a chain to the ring in his dick and handed it to the man giving
orders.  The man pulled on the chain.  The dick was stretched reputedly.
It must have amused the second man, judging by the smile on his face as
he watched the old man grimace.  Even more shocking was to see the old
man actually squirt cum out of the opening of his dick as a result of the
cruel treatment.  He was given back the chair whereupon he sat back
down on the stool.  I really got nervous, when I understood that he was
about to pierce my dick like that.

	He told me to take off my pants and get in the chair.  I balked at
the command.  The old man got up and I was held in a vice like grip that
was unbelievably strong.  He tied my arms to the armrests with soft rope
and held my legs still while the second man filled a hypodermic syringe
with what I learned was Novocain.  He stuck it into the meat of my dick
and on either side.  He waited for a little while for the injection to take
effect.

	My father and the other man entered the room to watch what was
taking place.  The man pulled back my foreskin to expose my knob.
Then he picked up a tool that he was going to use to pierce my dick.  He
pinched my knob and stuck the needle through the flesh of the knob.  He
was careful not to puncture the urethra.  Then he selected a stainless steel
ring every bit as large as the old man's and threaded it through the hole.
He used peroxide to clean the ring and told me to clean the ring several
times a day or it would get infected.  Then he bandaged my dick and
allowed me to pull up my pants.

	Before we left the store dad selected and chain that was a dog
leash.  I knew that from now on dad would attach the chain and pull on
it when I misbehaved.  I can say that it did hurt like hell when the effects
of the Novocain wore off.  I had to change the bandage several times a
day until it stopped bleeding.  I rotated the ring every time I cleaned it.
Eventually the skin healed.

	I almost forgot about the ring.  I rebelled against my father's
demand once too often one day.  He yanked down my pants and stuck
his finger through the ring and toughed on it.  I got the messaged right
away and pleaded that I would be good.  Just the same he pulled on the
ring until I got a boner and squirted cum in my hand on his orders.  He
made me swallow my own cum.  As additional punishment he attached
that leash and made me pull up my pants, so that the chain hung from the
front.  That made possible for him to pull on it whenever I misbehaved.

	It was strange how quickly I became addicted to the feeling of
something pulling my dick.  When I went to school I couldn't very well
take off my clothes in gym class in front of the guys with a shiny ring
dangling from my dick.  My father's solution was to give me a stainless
steel bolt with round knobs.  I would remove the ring in the morning and
threat the dumb bell bolt through the hole and screw the other knob on.
That way I could pull the foreskin down over the bolt.  It did cause the
skin to bulge out on both sides on my knob.

	I learned that guys are embarrassed when they are caught staring
at another guys dick.  For the most part guys ignore other guy's sex
organs, for fear of being called quire.  At the same time guys measure
themselves against other guy's dicks.  For some reason guys with long
decks become natural leaders regardless of their intelligence.

	In time dad had my scrotum pierced too.  That way he could
hang weights from my balls and dick as punishment.  I have to laugh
because in the long run my balls and dick almost reached my knees.

	As additional punishment for disobedience dad started bringing
around other men.  He allowed them to watch him pull on my chain until
I would cum.  One day he brought home a guy that was a tall slender
man.  He had the man undress in front of me to show me that he had
piercings too.  He had the man suck on my dick even with the ring in my
dick.  Then he made me suck on the man's long cock until he came in my
mouth.

	Later that evening he had the man get down on his hands and
knees before dad told me to stick my dick in his ass.  I had to use my
fingers to force the ring into the man's ass before I could get my dick in
his ass.  When I was balls deep in his ass every push and pull also pulled
on the head of my dick.  I came in the man's ass very quickly.  Then dad
made me assume the submissive position on the floor so that the man
could fuck me the same way.  His ring must have had the same effect on
him because he squirted quickly.  Dad took his place and stuck his big
old fat cock up my ass.  He fucked me for a long time before he squirted
his cum in my ass.

	From that nigh on all dad had to do is threaten not to fuck me to
get me to do anything he wanted.  I became a very dutiful son.  All of
his male friends were impressed at how obedient I was.  I would let them
jack me off all they wanted.  While they were doing that it caused the
ring to pull on my dick making me cum quickly.  If I was allowed to fuck
them, getting my ring in their asshole also was just as exciting.  I would
cum in them quickly.

	One evening when daddy brought home another adult man with
cock rings of his own, daddy attached our rings to each other's.  We
spent the rest of the evening attached to each other.  We dance together,
lay on a bed together and kissed while daddy took turns fucking the two
of us.   The rocking of our bodies pulled on out dicks until we squirted
cum on each other.

	I was forty years old when my father passed away.  Daddy saw
to it that I had passed me on to a man twenty years younger than me
before he passed away.  I am now the sex slave of a man as horny as me
with a cock worthy of a horse.



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