Date: Wed, 8 Jul 2020 15:30:06 +0100 From: Bill Jonners Subject: Father and Son Bonding 17 Can you imagine life without Nifty? Please show your support with contributions to keep the Archive online. You can find out how at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This story is completely fictional. I'd love to hear from you if you enjoying the story. Please send any comments to colin4men@gmail.com and I will reply as soon as I can. Bill FATHER AND SON BONDING Chapter 17 Joe had spent the best part of an hour chatting to his old schoolfriend John using FaceTime. It was their first proper catch-up in a while and Joe enjoyed it. "You must come up to Inverness for a visit once everyone can travel again. I haven't been able to see much of the area yet but there's lots to see and do. You'd love it," Joe told his friend. John agreed to visit and they said their goodbyes. Joe smiled as he sprawled out on the sofa. "It isn't much more than two months since I left London but it seems such a long time ago. Life is very different," he thought. He looked out of the window and saw his dad working in the garden. "I'm a different person. I have lost my mum but I have my dad back in my life. Why couldn't I have both?" A `ping' announced the arrival of a new email and Joe checked his iPad. It was an email from his form teacher with a schedule of online lessons for the week after half-term. "Home study is one change I don't like," Joe said to himself. Joe then thought about Mr Johnson, his English teacher and a man he used to fancy a lot. He decided to send him an email. "Dear Mr Johnson, I haven't heard from you since we had our private chat over two weeks ago. You said you liked my photo and that we could carry on our normal teacher-pupil relationship. I'm sad that we haven't had one of our regular video chats since then. Are you still annoyed with me? I'm free this afternoon if you are." Joe received a reply ten minutes later. "Dear Joe, I am not annoyed with you. I planned to contact you when I had finished marking all of the class's test papers. I have already marked yours and I can chat now if you wish." Joe grinned, hurried off to the bathroom to wash his face and comb his hair. He then unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt before sitting in front of the computer and calling up his teacher. "Hello Mr Johnson. It's good to see you," smiled Joe. He enjoyed seeing the man's expression at finding him with some flesh on display. "It's a warm day here," he said by way of explanation. The teacher quickly recovered and said, "Good to see you too. I think it's warmer here in London and some of your fellow pupils are clearly finding it hard to stick to their studies." "Did I do okay in the test then?" Joe asked. "More than okay - a clear A* if that had been a real exam," replied Mr Johnson. "No spelling or grammar errors, top marks in the Comprehension paper and an excellent essay. You remain one of my star pupils." Joe grinned. "Dad will be pleased...and I am pleased to make you happy." "I'm always happy to see students doing well," smiled Mr Johnson. "I hope you'll keep up the good work. It's half-term next week but the term doesn't finish until the 22nd July, you know." "I know and that's something I wanted to mention," responded Joe. "Hold on. I'm too hot and I need to take my shirt off." Joe removed his shirt purely in an attempt to turn his teacher on but he kept his face blank when he looked back at the screen and saw the man sitting with his mouth open. "You don't mind, do you?" "Erm, no. Please be comfortable," replied Mr Johnson. "Thanks. You can unbutton your shirt and be more comfortable too," said Joe. To his disappointment, the man made no attempt to open his shirt. "Well, as you probably know, the school system in Scotland is different. Term times are about four weeks ahead of England so I will have very little summer holiday if I work until the end of the English school year and the start school here in August." "I don't see that it will be a big problem if you finish early down here," said Mr Johnson. "Nothing important happens in the last couple of weeks anyway and the school has had official notification of your transfer." "Good! It's a pity you are not moving with me to my new school," smiled Joe. "I will miss you." "I'll miss you too," smiled Mr Johnson. Then he straightened up and said, "We haven't stopped working together yet. Enjoy the break next week." "You too, Mr Johnson. Goodbye." Joe smiled and ended the chat. As he turned away from the screen, he realised he had a hard-on. "I wonder if Mr Johnson has a stiffy too," he said to himself. He put his shirt back on and then went outside to tell his dad that he had done well in his English test. *** Joe was in bed, squirming as his dad sucked and gently bit his nipples. His cock was rock-hard and he was leaking pre-cum as he made unintelligible sounds. Then he groaned and cried, "Harder, Dad. Hurt my nipples!" Callum bit harder and Joe arched his back. "Oh yes. I love it!" Callum sat up with a smile on his face. "You really like me hurting your nipples?" Joe bit his lower lip and nodded. "I don't know why but my cock seems to get harder when you work on my nipples. Am I crazy?" "No. Quite a lot of guys enjoy having their tits worked on," replied Callum. He pinched and tugged Joe's right nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Joe moaned and then smiled. "Did you like that?" Callum asked. "Yeah - a lot!" said Joe. "I have something you might enjoy. Hold on." Callum leapt out of bed and started searching in the chest of drawers nearby. He returned moments later with something shiny in his hand. He held it up for Joe to see. "Tit clamps connected by a chain. Would you like to try them?" "Oh, yes please," said Joe. "These are spring-loaded clamps," Callum explained as he opened them and held them close for Joe to see. "They will pinch your nipples when I release them. Okay?" "Do it," smiled Joe. He watched as his dad brought one close to his left nipple and then yelped when Callum allowed the spring to close on the erect nub. He gritted his teeth as he watched the other clamp hover over his right nipple and then whimpered when it clamped down. A few moments later he smiled and said, "They hurt but in a good way." "Really?" Callum smiled then tugged at the chain, creating greater pressure on the nipples. Joe whined and then smiled. "Yeah, I like it. We talked some weeks ago about SM but we haven't done anything yet. I'd like to be tied up and abused some more." "I don't think you're ready for that," said Callum. "I don't mean anything heavy," Joe said. "I would love to experience some bondage though. You told me you had played master and slave games with Duncan so you must have some equipment you can use on me." "Well, I suppose we could try a little light bondage," Callum said. "I don't have anything here though." "Where is it?" asked Joe. "In the old washhouse out the back," replied Callum. "So you have a kind of dungeon?" grinned Joe. "I prefer to call it a playroom," Callum said with a smile. "And it has been locked up since before you arrived. It will need to be cleaned before we can use it." "We can do that tomorrow," said Joe. "What kind of equipment do you have in your playroom?" "Not a lot really. There's a padded bench, chains hanging from the ceiling, cuffs for securing wrists and ankles and a few punishment tools," replied Callum. "Sounds like we could have a lot of fun out there," smiled Joe. "I now have clamps on my nipples and a ball-stretcher in place. That's a nice start. If you can't tie me up tonight, why don't you spank my bum? I want it to be tingling before you fuck me." "Seriously?" smiled Callum. Joe nodded. "You know how being spanked affected me before." "Aye, I remember how stiff you became." Callum paused and then added, "I have a little cockwhip in the playroom. Perhaps you might like to feel how that stings." A big smile crossed Joe's face. "I like the idea of having my stiff cock whipped. Will it hurt a lot?" Callum gave an exaggerated leer. "Depends on how much force I use, little one." Then he shook his head and smiled. "I will be very gentle to start, as with everything I do in the playroom. I want you to enjoy our sex games." "I have loved everything so far," said Joe. "Now how do you want me to position myself for the spanking?" "Oh, I think the traditional over-the-knees position is best for a hand-spanking," replied Callum. He moved to sit on the side of the bed and helped his son get into position. "I liked being naked while you were fully clothed for my last spanking," Joe stated. "It really turned me on. This, lying across your naked, hairy thighs, is different but also exciting." "I love the fact that your thighs are still naturally smooth." Callum ran his hands up and down the thighs as he spoke. "I have read stories where boys have their pubes shaved to please their daddies," said Joe. "Do you want to shave me? I wouldn't object if it turns you on." "I'm not keen on that. I like a clear sign that a boy is old enough to cum," replied Callum. "Neatly trimmed public hair looks nice though." Then without any warning, he raised his hand and brought it down sharply in the centre of Joe's buttocks. "Oww!" Joe cried out then quickly added, "Sorry, you took me by surprise. It didn't really hurt." "Are you sure?" Callum asked while rubbing Joe's bum. "Yes, I'm sure. Go ahead," replied Joe. Another firm spank resulted in a soft "ooft" from Joe. Four more spanks followed in quick succession on one buttock at a time. The arsecheeks were turning a nice shade of pink. Callum rubbed them and asked, "More?" "Yes please. Another six," replied Joe. As the spanks rained down, Joe almost regretted asking for more. His bum was definitely tingling now and there were some tears in his eyes. However his cock remained rock-hard. "That's enough," said Callum as he delivered the final blow. He had felt Joe's cock pressing against him and sensed that it was leaking pre-cum but he didn't want to hurt him unduly. His own cock was standing upright. "Fuck me, Dad. Fuck me hard and make me cum," said Joe. "Get on the bed, on your hands and knees," instructed Callum. Joe hurried into position, smiled over his shoulder at his dad, and said, "Fuck me, Master." Callum smiled, amused at his son getting into some role play. He grabbed a tube of KY jelly and squeezed a generous amount his fingers. Then he applied this to Joe's hole, rubbing it around the entrance and then pushing some inside. It wasn't long before he was fucking Joe with two fingers. "Yes, Dad. Prepare me for your big cock," moaned Joe. "I love this." Callum squeezed a third finger inside and then roughly wanked Joe's throbbing cock. "Yes, yes! Use me for your pleasure!" begged Joe. "What sort of porn are you reading?" laughed Callum. He couldn't deny that he loved Joe's submissive talk. When Callum paused to grease his own cock, Joe smiled at him and said, "I want your cock. I want it deep inside my pussy, pounding hard into me." "You'll get it." Callum tried to sound rough and dominating but didn't quite succeed. He couldn't forget that he was with an inexperienced young teenager...and a teenager who was his son. Joe moaned as the thick cockhead pressed for entry and cried out when it burst through his sphincter. However he then sighed with pleasure as the cock slid deeper. "I'm totally stuffed and I love it," he said when the whole of his dad's cock was inside him. "Yeah? Just wait until I start pounding your pussy. You won't be enjoying it then," Callum said in a pretend snarl. Joe knew that his dad wouldn't really hurt him. "Your pleasure is all that matters, Master. My pain is unimportant. Please...please fuck my pussy." Callum started slowly, pulling back a short distance and then plunging in again. Gradually his stroked became longer and faster. He was loving it and the sight of his son's throbbing, pre-cum dripping cock in the mirror told him that Joe was loving it too. "Take my cock, slave. It is your duty to provide me with pleasure," he said as he got into the role. "Yes, Master. Use me. Abuse me. I'm yours," responded Joe. Callum slid a hand under Joe and grabbed at the chain linking the nipple clamps. Joe whimpered as the pressure on his tits increased but then he cried, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming, Dad!" Hearing those words and then feeling Joe's arse muscles clamping around his cock as he spunked off took Callum over the edge. "I'm cumming too, son," he cried. A moment later he sent the first of several volleys of thick man-cum deep inside Joe. Callum's hairy arms encircled Joe's body as the pair finished unloading. "That was great, Dad," Joe said when they fell on the bed together. "It was a good one," agreed Callum. He planted several kisses on Joe as he came back down to earth. Joe sighed when Callum's softening cock slid from his arse. Then he quickly scampered to attend to it, saying, "I must take care of Master's cock." He kissed the cockhead and then licked at the slimy cock before taking it into his mouth and sucking it clean. When he moved higher and smiled at Callum, he said, "I love you, Dad, and I worship your cock." "I love you too, Joe," smiled Callum. "And I want to suck your cock." He then moved down to take Joe's still semi-hard cock between his lips. Then the pair ended up in each other's arms sharing long, passionate kisses. Finally they lay together silent and happy. "I used to enjoy sex but it was never as good as this," Callum said when he eventually broke the silence. "You're just saying that," said Joe. "No, honestly. Making love with you is better than any kind of sex I've had before," said Callum. Joe looked into his dad's eyes and smiled. "We have a very special connection. We are father and son, and we complement each other perfectly." "You might be right," smiled Callum. Joe cuddled closer to his dad. "You won't get fed up with me, will you? I mean you haven't had a long-term partner since Mum, have you?" "I have never met anyone like you before and I really can't imagine life without you now," Callum said. "You have some of the qualities that attracted me to your mother. You make me laugh but you have your serious side. I like the way we can sit together just enjoying each other's company. I enjoy teaching you things...and I have been impressed by the way you have adapted to life here in very difficult circumstances. I think it would be impossible for me to ever get bored being around you." Joe smiled. "Anything else you like about me?" "Well, I suppose you are...quite...attractive," teased Callum. "Huh?" Joe looked sad. "You have your mother's eyes...and maybe your lips are as soft as hers," Callum went on. Joe scowled at being compared to his mother. "But your body..." Callum paused. "Well, I don't think I have ever seen a sexier teenage boy. That juicy cock, those perky nipples and as for your lovely rounded bum...well, I get more erections every day now than I can remember getting as a young teenager." Joe grinned. "Now you are exaggerating." "Am I?" grinned Callum. "I love the whole package - your handsome face, the sound of your voice and well...just being around you. Add in some of the hottest sex I can remember. Why would I give that up? No, son. You're mine and I'm not going to let you go." A passionate kiss followed those words. There were tears in Joe's eyes when they pulled apart. "Thanks, Dad. I love you." "I know, son." Callum hugged Joe tighter. To be continued