Date: Tue, 5 Mar 2019 21:36:35 +0100 From: Hairy Beefy Beast Subject: chapter 17 of 'my father the whore' Chapter 17 Category : gay/incest/ chapter 17 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. If there are stories that you love let me know and give me some reading suggestions😊 --------------------------------- The following weeks went by uneventful. Life in the gym was peaceful and cum filled for both father and me. We also got into a nice routine of eating healthy, working out and both injecting steroids twice a week. As time progressed father got even hairier and I started to get chest hair. What thrilled me beyond believe as I adore furry men and I had no fur. That is until now. I also started to get more muscular. Compared to father I was this small kid, but then again father was one big beefy hairy beast. It will take me decades to be like him. Anyway after we had worked out father said he would like to have a chat with me. I wondered were that came from but I say ok, what time? He said after we have trained your ass again. I can see when a customer plays with your ass that you still feel somewhat uncomfortable with it. We need to fix that son. Yes father, we do. Thanks I want to be the best I can be to please the men that need us. I know son, I know you will get there. His remark made me radiate with pride. So we rest our bodies for a bit and then he goes to the closed and gets the fuck machine out that I had used on him a few weeks ago. I look tensed and father tells me `it's ok son, ill start slow but it will get hard rough and painful if you don't relax like I will tell you' He tells me to clean out while he sets the stuff up, I go to the bath room clean my bowels and walk back. He is sitting there with the fuck machine in one hand holding the dildo with the other. I sigh with relieve when I see it's a average size dildo and not one of the monsters that he also had for the machine. He tells me to bend over and to make sure I relax as much as I can. He dips the dildo in lube and I can feel the tip press against my hole. I relax and the dildo slides in with quite some ease. When the dildo is half way in he turns the machine on. I feel the dildo slide in and out at a normal fucking speed. Then I feel my hole tens up. Relax boy, I hear fathers deep commanding voice. Relax and let the dildo use your hole. I listen to father, it takes me a while but I manage to relax my ass and I feel the dildo slide in and out with more ease. Then he tells me to squeeze and I squeeze my ass around the dildo while it goes in and out. The increased pressure on my bowels is just fucking hot. Father orders me to keep squeezing as long as I can handle. Then suddenly I without thinking about it relax again. FUUUUUCK this is just an incredible feeling. I squeeze again and father bumps up the speed of the fucking machine. I notice that with every squeeze / relax cycle my ass relaxes much better and the comfort while being fucked increases. We keep doing this for about 30 minutes then I tell father that I am getting close and that I will not be able to hold my cum for much longer. We will do this until we have completed one hour father tells me. You better delay shooting as we will not stop even after you orgasm. Is that clear boy? YES FATHER. The feeling of the fucking machine raping my ass and the dildo ramming into my prostate while I try to relax as much as possible id getting to much. I really van not hold much longer and before I know it I am spraying the couch with my seed. I must like being fucked by the machine, it was a enormous load. I hear father say from behind. Well son, I wish you would have lasted longer but now we can also train you into getting fucked even after you have shot your load. You see after I shoot my load I can no longer be fucked. But father did not care. I tried to crawl away, he just used one massive paw to keep me in place. At this moment I really struggled with the anal abuse but I knew that there was no other option but to stay put and take it like the whore in training that I am. So I focus on relaxing and my breathing. Slowly it felt less uncomfortable and before I knew it I was moaning like the bitch that I am. This intense feeling of happiness flooded my brain as I realized I was taking it even after shooting my load. This was the first time I could handle it. Father was a really good trainer. Then suddenly I hear father say. Well son, that is 60 minutes. Were done. And it all ended with a popping sound. I just lay there on the couch, feeling empty but also relieved. Father, I just don't know how to thank you enough for what you do to me. It's ok son we are both here for each other. You made me proud today. After about 10 minutes father says, ok it's time to go upstairs and have our talk. Upstairs he points to the kitchen table, sit son. He sits down opposite to me and gives me this serious look. I look back into his eyes and I melt and get nervous at the same time. What is it father? Well son, I want you to be frank to me. Are you gay? Yes father I am, a few months ago I denied but we are so close now that I feel I can be honest. Are you in love with me? I am, and I bow my head and slowly I feel tears forming in my eyes. Father stands up and moves in front of me, he kneels down on the floor and holds me. I have my head in his neck and I feel one of his enormous paws hold my head. Sssst son, it's ok. That is nothing to be ashamed about. I am so proud that you dare to admit it. He holds me for a while, and then I undo his hug. Father are you gay? No son I am not. His answer puzzles me and he can tell. I see my answer confuses you. Yes father if you are not gay how come you can have sex with all those men. Well son, I though about that a long time and the answer is quite simple. I am born to serve men. I am born to be used by any men that needs to release tension in any way shape or form. I have this build in need to be used and abused but not to be loved by men. I also don't love men. I do not seek a emotional relationship if that makes sense to you? I don't understand father, I don't. But maybe it's not for me to understand. The most important part is that you understand what you are and what your needs are. Just be aware that I am deeply in love with you and that I will do anything I can to be as close with you as possible. And with that I lean forward and I start to make out with father. Very slowly at first. Just a small kiss on his lips. Then a bit longer and before we know it we are making out, I can feel his tongue inside my mouth, the beard tickles my still beardless face. Suddenly I stop. I realize father is servicing me like he is servicing all those other men, I sit back in total confusion get up and go to my room. Father stays behind with this worried look on his face. The next morning he wakes me up and sits on the side of my bed. Son we really need to talk. I know father I know. I feel this knot forming in my stomach. Son I told you yesterday that I am not gay and don't seek a emotional relationship with a man. I will always love you but as a father not as a lover. And I will always be there to help you in any physical need you might have, but I am afraid I can not give you what you need in the love department. I know father, I realized that yesterday and it hurts more than anything I have aver had. I feel this hole in my soul and I also know that I need to find someone else but you to complete me. With that we hold each other, and he whispers into my ear. I am so sorry son that I can not be the man you need me to be. I know father, I will find someone that can. Little did I know that day that that someone had already been in my life once.......