Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2019 21:12:08 +0100 From: Hairy Beefy Beast Subject: chapter 13 of 'my father the whore' Chapter 13 Category : gay/incest/ chapter 13 of 'my father the whore ( http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/my-father-the-whore/) This story is an entirely fictional work of adult erotic fantasy, involving consensual sexual relations between related persons. Copyright me 2019. If you're under the age of majority in your jurisdiction, please come back when you're of legal age. Nifty is free service that depends on your donations to survive. Please help them to keep providing this awesome resource for all of us by giving at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Email HairyBeefyBeast@gmail.com , by all means e-mail me with suggestions for the next chapter. --------------------------------- Today father needed my help to set some things up. So we go to the gym. We place pallets in a u shape, until they form a deck 3 ft tall. I ask what it is for, father answers me that there is a group of men that will come later and that he has to prepare for it, I will see later. Father starts to work out his entire body to make sure he is all pumped up for the session that afternoon. When he is done every muscle on his body is hard and pumped. His chest muscles look like melons, the damp fur clinging onto the chest. The top of his chest looks like a shelve it's that pumped. I can see his nipples sticking out from the fur like small antennas . His shoulders are enormous, and his biceps have this big vein running over them turning into branches that cover his hairy fore arms. It's almost 3pm and he takes all his clothes off except for the jock he is wearing. He waits and there is a knock on the door. Father opens the door and over 20 men enter the gym. It is crowded as hell, and I see men between late 20's and early 70's. All men that look familiar from the neighbourhood. It's a wide range and I decide to join them. With such a group I figure no one will notice me. Father stands in the middle of the gym, a few of the men one by one walk over to him and feel his body. Some just feel him up some make him pose. Father is completely silent. He does not speak and just follows orders. So here I am in the middle of the gym, I just stand there and this 66 year old man walks over to me and starts to feel me up. Just if I was a goat that would be sold at the market. He slaps my pecs I feel his rough hands on my chest but say nothing. I am being treated like a object, I close my eyes and deeply enjoy this moment, As a object I don't have to think of anything except for what happens in that specific moment. I love to be objectified. To be used just for fun without any consideration of what I would want. This way I can completely focus on the needs of the men I service. My needs are there but have to be ignored. The next man is a 20 something. I have seen him around the streets. He is a beefy man, works in construction and is covered in tattoos. He is a prime example of Arabic masculinity. Dark hair, perfect beard and those dark eyes make steel melt. He tells me to flex my arms for him. He also flexes, you can see how my arms are bigger than his. He is not amused and tells me " I'll be back bigger and better you whore". And spits on my face. I just nod, as I am to remain silent until the last man has left. I feel the spit ooze it's way down from my forehead passed my eyes towards my nose ending in my beard. The third man is around 40 u guess, I see him often in the supermarket. He is married to a dominant women that screams at him whenever he blinks. She is a fat lady that clearly abuses her husband. He has a handsome face, short trimmed beard like most Arabic men and a nice pot belly. He stands in front of me and whispers into my ear. I see you look at me in the shop, when my wife yells at me with pity in his eyes. But guess what I am not the whore here, so who is the superior man here? I look down and try not to make eye contact. Answer me whore answer me! Then another man walks over and tells mister pot belly, the whore is here to listen and be used. He is not allowed to speak. He will not answer you. You can say anything you want to him but he will not talk back. Pot belly goes back to the group and the new man stays with me. He is the a shop owner from down the road, he has been a regular for a few years and he is the one that started to bring friends over for these kind of sessions. He whispers in my ear. You ready whore, you ready to be used? I just nod yes and the man turns around and screams. Everyone take your positions. It is about to start. I walk over and stand in the `hole' of the u shaped pile of pallets, there are now 2 men on each pallet. They are all dressed, but have their flies open and the dicks are sticking out. I just stand there. My feet as wide as my shoulders, arms relaxed to the side of my body. The men on the pallet start to play with their dicks and start to talk down to me. compared to me except for a few ones the men in the gym not in really good shape. Some because of old age some because they just never did do any sport. I look up and see bellies, soft bodies and 6 cocks all aimed at me. The cocks are impressive. The men are selected for their cock size and ability to shoot a lot of cum. And so it starts. The men start to play with their dicks. They only play with their own dicks and look at me. One gentlemen, older around 70 is the first to start to get close. You can see how he must have been and still is an incredible handsome man. Perfect white beard, and he has his dress shirt open and his torso is completely covered in white fur. Thanks to the short sleeves I can see the hairs on his arms. He looks me in the eyes and tells me `what a disgrace you are to Arabic men, here you are , nothing more then a whore. You are below us.' While he speaks those words they pound me in my head like a sledgehammer. This man is right, I am nothing but a whore. I have always been and I will always be. This is my purpose in life, to be used as a sex toy for men that are more men than me. Meanwhile his hand goes up and down faster and faster. Father moves closer to the gentlemen. When he starts to shoot he aims for fathers forehead, and starts to spray fathers face with his warm seed. `there whore here's my masculine seed although you are not worthy of my semen wear it'. When he is done, he steps back and his place is taken by another man. The next man that is getting close is a brick layer, I have also serviced him on an individual basis. His dick is magnificent, I start to get so horny just by looking at the dick. The man around it is not important for me at this moment. Just the thick big veiny dick and the big strong fist using it. I can see the thick strong fingers, the rough finger tips from the work stroking his meat. Up and down, slowly but surely. He spits on his hand and dick to lubricate it and increases his speed. Then his booming voice starts to talk to me `yes whore there you are, look at your muscled body, just look at it' I look at my body, as far as I can without a mirror. He is close and tells me to get closer. He orders me to put my face right in from of his dick. I do just that, but keep my mouth closed, I am not allowed to speak and also not allowed to swallow. He places his dick on my moustache and shoots his load over my moustache and beard. I can feels globs of cum shoot into my nose and drip out again. His white cum is accentuated by my black beard. I can feel the cum drip from my beard onto the top of my chest. Then from my left side I hear someone say. Here's more whore come and get it. I get over the man screaming at me, he is very tall and thin. His dick is very long and thin. Everything on this man is long and thin. I stand just before him and he comes on the top of my head. `'Yeah here we go, you little man with my cum on the top of your head'. I can feel his salty watery cum slowly drip over the sides of my head passed my ears onto my big shoulders. Man after man shoots his load and gets replaced by someone else. Some men even come twice that afternoon. Slowly but surely my head, face and shoulders get completely covered with seed, glorious Arabic seed that those men shoot onto the neighbourhood whore. I may not be worthy of much in the eyes of this men, but Ill wear their seed with all the pride I have in me. Then I see the younger one that made me flex in the beginning, his dick is perfect. It's big thick with a enormous dick head and covered in veins. His strokes it slowly, makes me come over to him and spits a lot of spit on his JO hand. Slowly he plays with his dick. In the middle the dick is thicker then at the tip, so with each stroke I can see his fingers open and close as they move over his dick. He then starts to make low noises, he is getting close. For a young man he has good control over his orgasm, he has been playing with his dick for over 10 minutes before he tells me to open my eyes so I can see him unload his seed. He aims and shoots directly into my eyes. FUCK it burns, but I fight my urge to close my eyes and he says in his beautiful deep masculine voice with a thick accent. Fucking whore, I shoot my seed into your eyes and you don't even blink because you want to please me. I can feel glob after glob land on my eye balls, when he is done I blink to clear my eyes. Slowly I start to see better, although the world is still a blur to me. By now I am covered in cum from the top of my head, over my face and beard, over my shoulders and a big part of my arms. The only men that shoot onto my torso are the ones to short to actually be able to unload on my head or face. The goal of this session is to objectify me and use me as a cum rag, nothing humiliates a man better then having multiple men unload their seed onto his head and face. The men that are done leave one by one, so slowly the gym becomes empty. I can still see one man on the deck, I look up and I see my son standing there. I want to say something, but the tells me shut up fucking cum whore. Come here and stand before me. I do just that, I am what I am and my son knows exactly what I am. He also has the right to use me as he pleases. I look up and my suddenly I realise that my son has never worked out a day in his life. He is so thin borderline skinny. Compared to me he is but a weak man. He does have the perfect dick, not very long but nice and thick. He plays with his dick and screams at me. YES FUCKING WHORE YES HERE IS YOUR LAST LOAD OF THE DAY. And shoots his seed all over my face. It is the last load of the day, and I could not have been happier in my entire life. For the past few hours I have been used even abused some might say, but it gives me this enormous inner peace knowing that I do my part in keeping those men sane and give them a place to unleash the pressure that day to day life brings this masculine men. The fact that my son is part of this means more to me than I would have ever imagined. As I stand there, I see my son pull his shorts up and leaves the gym. Everyone has left, now I can do whatever I want. So I do what comes naturally for me, with my hands I scoop the cum of my body and start to eat as much as I can. There is a lot of cum on me, and the mix of all those loads taste just incredible. What did I do to deserve such a blessed life. After almost half an hour I have eaten all the cum I can get from my head, shoulders and arms. The cum in my beard and chest is because of the thick fur not only hard to get but also impossible to get without having lots of hairs in it. So I go to shower, and back into the house. Hey father I hear my son from the kitchen, you hungry? No I answer, I just ate a lot of cum, he smiles and says I bet you did. He leaves the kitchen and comes back with a syringe. Time for your steroids, bent over. He yanks the needle in my ass and shoots the steroids into me. I feel the sharp pain of the needle as my son yanks it in in one fast move. Thank you son, love to see how much bigger I can grow. Me to father me to.......