Date: Sun, 7 Apr 2019 01:30:53 +0200 From: Hairy Beefy Beast Subject: my father the whore chapter 19 Chapter 19 Category : gay/incest/ chapter 19 of '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 --------------------------------- One morning I remember the online profile I created for father a while back. So I went onto that site to check the messages. And boy were they there Over 200 messages of men requesting fathers services. None of the men would be interested in me as I had a good description of fathers body and I look nothing like him. I scan the messages for fantasies that could potentially generate a lot of money, and this one popped out. Hello, I am a normal looking but strong construction worker that works around big burly butch men the whole day. Lately I have been developing fantasies about using my colleagues for my own pleasure. Your profile sounds exactly like my most favorite colleague. He is a man from Lebanon, covered in muscle due to the hard labor and fur that shines the whole day from the sweat. His smell is intoxicating and all I want to do is hold him down as I have my way with him. I would like to see you work out until you can not work out any more, then tie you up and do whatever comes to mind. This might involve but not be limited to Kissing, holding you, caressing you, slapping your pumped muscles, spank your ass till it is sore and purple, fuck you and whatever comes to mind. Would you be up to meeting? I ponder about the price and I know that construction business is booming, so I go ahead and I reply. Hello sir, good that you contacted me. Everything on your list belongs to the possibilities. I am build to endure and will cash in whatever you decide to dish out. There are however a few rules. No permanent damage or long lasting marks. For the rest everything is possible, and I really mean everything. The price for my services is $200 for the first hour and %125 for any additional hour if you come alone. If you bring others with you the price mentioned will be the price per person. Send..... A few days later the man replies. Hello, your reply gave me a instant boner. When could I come over. I will come alone and would like to use you for 3 hours. After mailing back and forth he replies. Ok, I will be there tomorrow after work. That is 7pm, I will come unwashed with the same underwear I am wearing today so you can enjoy my masculine construction worker smell. So I agree and inform father. The next day father and myself help out a few customers, and around 5pm we decide to take a break. We go up into the house and crash on the couch for a while. I look over at father and I see how he is totally relaxed, his enormous muscled fur covered abs go up and down slowly with each breath. His arms are so pumped lately that they are covered in veins, and his fingers seem to have grown due to the growth hormone. They are thick strong and furry as fuck. He looks at me and asks, what you thinking son? I tell him, you are so relaxed and peaceful, meanwhile at 7 there will be a man in the gym to abuse and possibly hurt you. How come you are so calm. Well son, life is very simple for me. I will be there at 7 and I will see what happens to me. Whatever happens is meant to be and I will be there and just endure what is needed. No need to worry about it now, it will not change what I will have to go through. And with that he smiles. At 630pm father goes to the gym and works out while he waits for the customer, MRc. At exactly 7pm there's a knock on the door. Father covered in sweat opens the door and MRconstruction (MRc) walks in. He is slightly shorter than father, stocky with a hot power belly. He looks exactly how a construction worker should look like. Short hair, a nice big moustache, square jaw, enormous smile and the roughest hands I had ever seen. Like fathers his fingers are thick and strong but unlike fathers beautiful fingers his are rough and weathered through years of hard labor. As with most customers they have some small talk so that the customer can get a feel of the space and more comfortable. Apparently they have found a nice topic that they both like because there is an instant click between the men. I have not seen this before with father. Father looks somewhat nervous compared to this afternoon, maybe the reality of what could happen kicks in, I don't know. Every now and then father would touch MRcs power belly. I see MRc say something and father places his hand on the power belly and starts to feel it longer. I can see how this relaxes father a bit. With his big thick muscle paw father touches the belly slowly moving his hand from one spot to the other. MRc places his hand on fathers cheek, and caresses it for a while. I can see the enormous paw covering a big part of fathers face. Then with both hands he holds fathers head and they start to make out. Father now has his hands on MRcs back and shoulders. They both feel each others body while they are making out for about 20 minutes, kissing each other, and feeling their bodies with their hands. I am not sure what is going on. This is a display of enormous tenderness between two men that clearly lead rough and hard lives. With each move I see muscles tense and relax in either body. Then as sudden as the intense cuddling started it stops. Father tells MRc, this is not what you came here for is it? If tis is what you want than we can do this but you mentioned urges that you have? MRc looked father deep into his eyes, the eyes that he looked in a few minutes ago with passion. And speaks out, true. I am here to manhandle you like I could never do to a woman, as she would break. I understand answers father, you are not the first that wants to test my strength and endurance. Tell me what you want. Well, MRc said, why don't we start with you undressing? Father takes his clothes off, there he stands completely naked. What a contrast with MRc in his complete work gear. The big steel toe shoes, his dirty work trousers and the plaid sleeveless shirt that I love when a big burly men wears them. He admires fathers body,and waches it very closely. Paying attention how fathers chest goes up and down with every breath. Fathers abs contract and relax, slowly matching his breath. MRc speaks, you are amazing. You are so calm, were I am not. And here we are. I have no idea what I want to do with/to you. I just know that looking at you I have all this feelings of wanting to dominate and use you. Father just stands there and nods. This is what I am here for, and after a few seconds father voices out what I have only heard one more time before today.......Sir. The moment he says the word, his dick gets hard. MRc is puzzled by the word and fathers reaction. This is al new to him and he is not sure what to expect. Father notices the puzzled look, and asks MRc...Are you ok SIR? MRc, when hearing the word Sir feels this reaction deep within his brain. The word connects to feelings he never knew he had. Feelings he did not understand but the message from those feelings was very powerful. He steps forward and places his hand on the top of fathers head. With the minimal force he pushes down, father follows slowly It takes almost 5 seconds for father to be on his knees during this time I can see his quads tense and stretch slowly. I see veins on fathers legs pop out. Once on his knees he looks up at MRc. That looks down with a intense look of pride lust and what else was going on in his mind. He puts a boot in front of father and tells him to hold the boot with both hands and to place his forehead on the steel tip. The tip feels rough as the leather has had hard times and you could see a piece of the steel through a weathered hole. With father at his mercy on his knees MRc feels this overpowering cense of pride and domination. He looks down, and he sees the back side of fathers head, the thick bull neck the wide shoulders that look like melons, and this tapered back covered in fur. The smallest movement of his foot made father react and that would give a reaction in the neck and back that would make muscles twitch and move. This was incredible, MRc wishes he had done this years ago. What a lot of time wasted on generic non-significant sex. Well can't change the past. Before he knew it MRc spoke the words that would change him forever. `What you doing down there boy' This little sentence somewhere in his head got connected to the word Sir that father had spoken before. Out of fathers mouth came the words to seal it in. `Im waiting for your instructions Sir' ... There it was again, the word Sir. That small three letter word that when spoken under the right circumstances gave power to control. And that was exactly what he would do. MRc thought carefully thought about his next move. Ok boy, I need you to be on your back. Father immediately changed position. With one fast move he pushed his upper body off the floor and assumed the required position. MRc tied fathers wrists to his ankles. Left wrist to left ankle and right wrist to his right ankle. This way he could push the legs to the side and father would still be tied up. Fathers big sack was basically hanging in front of him like x-mas balls on a tree. Almost resting on the floor. Fuck that was one hot look. Father was now waiting instructions, MRc placed his boot on fathers crotch and pushed into it. MRc has the most sensitive nuts imaginable, just looking at them made him squint from the anticipation of pain. So pushing into a mans nuts with his boots was something that just turned him on. As he increased the pressure he could see fathers face change with the pain. How are you doing boy? I'm fine Sir, I'm fine. Do you like this boy? Yes Sir I do Sir. Fathers face was a clear indicator of the increasing pain he had to endure. His breath became faster and more shallow his chest and abs went up and down faster and faster. MRc was fascinated by father, why would someone endure pain on the nuts without resisting? So boy, how come you are not resisting me? It is not up to me to decide what happens Sir. You are the one calling the shots. If you decide I need to suffer I will Sir. MRc felt his dick react. This was fucking hot. And he increased the pressure. Slowly he was moving all his weight from the other foot to the one on fathers nuts. Father needed to pull all the strings to cope with the pain. He also remembered what his son had teached him, it is ok to show your pain and make noises. So from deep inside his chest this growl came out. He could feel how the pain was more bearable what made him relax. MRc was paying close attention to father, and when he noticed that father relaxed a bit he moved all his weight to the foot on fathers nuts. AHHHHHAAAAAHAHAHAHAH, father screamed. MRc was startled by the scream and removed his foot. Thank you Sir thank you. Father spoke out. MRc clearly impressed also went on his knees and asked father. So how does it feel boy. How does it feel to have your nuts crushed by my construction boots. Father looked him straight in the eyes, and was not sure how to react. It's ok boy, just tell me how you feel. Just be honest. Father started. Sir it is extremely intense, as you slowly increased the weight the pain became bigger and bigger until it filled the entire room Sir. That was the moment I screamed and the room became less full of it. That moment felt incredible Sir. I have not felt so good in a long time. Good boy, thanks for sharing this. You see it's my first time and I don't quite know what I am doing. You clearly have more experience in this, what would you like me to do? I don't have any wishes Sir, you decide what you do it is your call. MRc looks at his watch and he sees that his 3 hours are almost gone. Fuck tie passed fast. He uses one big paw to grab fathers nuts and starts to squeeze. Ok boy, I want you to JO and shoot a nice big load while I squeeze your nuts. Ok boy. YES SIR father answers with enthusiasm. But he can't he is still tied up. FUCK! MRc screams. With one move he unties fathers hands and father can start with the JO. MRc grabs fathers enormous balls with his even bigger hand. And starts to squeeze. COME BOY shoot your load!. Father starts to fuck his fist, with each stroke his fist collides into MRcs fist. Enhancing the feeling on his nuts with that extra pull. Father feels he will not hold much longer. Sir I am almost there, may I shoot my load Sir. Yes boy shoot your load all over my fist. And with that MRc squeezes as hard as he can and father shoots one of his biggest loads ever. Suddenly MRc releases his grip on fathers nuts, causing father to scream. AAAAHHHHHHHH. Father collapses on the floor, Thank you Sir this was amazing. MRc licks fathers cum of his fist. He is confused by his own action, but it feels natural to do. MRc looks at his watch, he has 4 minutes left. The has biggest and hardest erection of his life. He decides to take care of it at home. He picks father off the floor and holds him like a father would hold a sick child. They both look into each others eyes and make out one last time. MRc lets go of father, leaves the money on the table and leaves without a word. Outside he leans against the wall, lights a nice thick cigar and thinks. What the hell did just happen to me? As he smokes his cigar, he plays the last hours back in his mind. This was way more intense than I have ever imagined. This man is something special. Ill need to go back some day. I can see in the big screen how father slowly moves to the couch and sits down. He sits back and feels his nuts with his hands. I zoom in to watch every detail, and I see the confusion in his eyes. Wow, what just happened to me? I have never felt this kind of connection with any customer I have ever had. I decide not to go down but to let him have his moment. I can't help him with his confusion. Father after months of me helping him with everything is once again alone in his head.