Date: Fri, 30 Mar 2018 23:11:25 +0400
From: Ralph Gordon <dadfootlover@gmail.com>
Subject: Robert and his Dad's Feet Part 6

Robert and his Dad's Feet
Part 6
by Ralph Gordon

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this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed
without the consent of the Author. I have tried to recreate events, locales
and conversations from my memories of them. In order to maintain their
anonymity in some instances, I have changed the names of individuals and
places.

This story is about Robert's intense fetish for men's feet, especially his
dad's, and oscillates between his actual experiences growing up and the
fantasies that he derived from them. As you might guess, I am telling my
story through the character Robert.

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Please read parts 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5 if you haven't already; they describe
Robert's earlier actual experiences with and also fantasies about his dad's
feet. Also, it will help you understand the characters better!

CONTINUED - Robert's Eighth Fantasy: Chastity with Dad

On Saturday night, as Robert got into bed, he was scared but also somewhat
excited about the corrective session that was supposed to take place the
next day.

In the early hours of the morning, he dreamt that he was at a swimming pool
with Elder David and his father.

David and his father were sitting at the pool edge, legs dangling in the
water, while he was inside the pool, feet on the pool floor, with a raging
erection. In the dream, David and his father kept playing with his penis
with their feet, telling him that he should stay soft and that he was
sinning. They kept playing with his dick through his swimming trunks. His
dad then pushed his feet into his trunks and started rubbing his soles over
his dick and Robert was getting hornier and hornier.

Suddenly, the two men jumped into the water to join Robert and started
pressing their erections against his dick. He looked down to find that they
were completely naked, their angry cockheads staring up at him. He pulled
down his trunks to reveal his own erection and soon the three men were
pressing their penises into each other, cockheads banging into each other
and sliding across each other. He wrapped his eager hands around all three
dicks and started stroking the giant super-dick that the three formed
together, knowing that the three serpents were about to shoot
simultaneously.

His dad started shaking him with his hands. "Wake up! Wake up!" his father
exclaimed.

Robert was confused. Until he opened his eyes and realized he was on his
bed, dick hard and his father hovering over him, urging him to wake from
his dream.

Robert was filled with disappointment as he realized that his dream never
got a chance to end well.

"I was so close," he thought to himself, as he looked at his dad and
mumbled, "Okay, I'm getting up."

"I want to see this soft, first," his dad exclaimed, grabbing and shaking
his son's hard penis through his pajamas.

A minute passed and he didn't get soft.

Two minutes passed and his dick remained hard, throbbing in anticipation of
sex he was not going to get.

His father brought out a prayer book and gave it to his son. "Under the
forgiveness chapter, you will read every prayer until your penis is soft
and not sinning," said his dad, who stood with his arms crossed, with a
dominating air, staring at Robert's crotch area.

This did the trick. Three prayers in, Robert was soft and was able to start
his morning routines.

Later that day, he found himself in Elder David's office with his dad.

David was wearing a tight shirt and Robert suspected he wanted to look sexy
on purpose, to torment Robert to the max. The poor boy couldn't help but
stare at David's hard chest.

The youth was instructed to kneel on the couch, facing the wall, pants and
underwear removed, in preparation for an inspection.

"We are going to start today with an examination of Robert's ass area,"
began David.

Robert could feel David's strong hands passing over his butt cheeks,
slightly cold thanks to the air-conditioned air inside the room. It had the
effect of calming him down and turning him on, the sensation of masculine
fingers stroking his ass sending the hairs all over his body to their
upright position.

"This looks like a virgin asshole to me," stated David, as he pushed apart
the young man's ass cheeks and rubbed one of his fingers near the asshole
itself. Robert remained very still. "Have you been fucked before, Robert?"

"No," replied Robert, his voice trembling.

"Ever put anything in there? Dildos, vegetables?"

"Just my finger once or twice, when I was a kid."

"Good. You are lucky you haven't started on the path of 'analism' like so
many others, boy. You see, Mr. Gordon, these homos are obsessed with ass
and they become addicted to ass play. You are lucky your son hasn't become
a sodomite yet. We are going to bless his ass and preserve his innocence,
nonetheless. Your penis and your seed are the only ones he will ever
receive."

Robert swallowed, confused. Was he going to receive his father's seed? How?
When?

"It's not long after sexual awakening that the curious and perverted
homosexual begins to look for men to fuck him," continued David, as he made
small circles around the youth's asshole with his thumb, enjoying the
feeling of his own penis pressing against the plastic cup that he always
wore over his groin, happy that the other two had no idea that he was stiff
and leaking as he preached. "By accepting his father's penis inside
himself, he is made Holy inside and makes a promise to allow no other man
to enter him. His ass is his father's and his father's alone. This is not a
sexual act. It is a pact made between father and son, an act that shows the
father's true station, ever superior to his son."

Robert could hear his father's zip being undone. He wondered if David was
doing the deed with his other hand and turned to look.

"Stare at the wall, Robert," ordered David. "Stare at the wall and be
still."

Robert did as instructed, beginning to worry about the act that was about
to take place. He had only ever put a finger or two up himself just to see
what all the fuss was about. Finding no pleasure in the act, which was
completely understandable as there are no nerve endings inside the ass, he
had never tried to put anything up his butt ever again. He began to feel
violated as David continued his anal penetration speech.

"You see, Robert, your dad loves you very much and he is going to put his
Holy, fatherly seed deep inside you." Robert could feel David's hands
roaming faster over his buttcheeks and his heart started beating fast. "He
is willing to do all this for his son. You are a good man, Mr. Gordon, to
help your son like this."

Robert heard David walking away and then he saw a bowl of clear fluid being
placed near his face, held up by David's sexy, masculine fingers.

"Robert, say: bless this lube so that my Holy father can enter me deeply
and swiftly with his erect penis."

Robert repeated as instructed. "Bless this lube so that my Holy father can
enter me deeply and swiftly with his erect penis."

"Good. Now say: Let this lube help my dad's foreskin pull back and expose
his dickhead in all its Holy glory as he enters me."

Robert felt his dad squeezing his asscheeks. "Let this lube help my dad's
foreskin pull back and expose his dickhead in all its Holy glory as he
enters me."

"Good job, Robert. Now say: Bless this lube so that my dad's dick can go
all the way inside me and his Holy seed can go as deep as possible inside
my sinful body."

Robert's throat was dry. He swallowed and said, "Bless this lube so that my
dad's dick can go all the way inside me and his Holy seed can go as deep as
possible inside my sinful body."

"Great, now I'm going to lube his penis up." David left Robert's visual
periphery and soon he heard the squishy sound of lube being applied
generously to his dad's penis.

"Turn around and give your dad some encouragement," David commanded. Robert
turned to find his dad more or less soft, some lube dripping off his
dickhead, onto the floor. "Let's put your tongue to good use. He's worked
hard his whole life to provide for you. It's not asking much for you to
stimulate your dad with your tongue, is it?"

"No, Elder David," replied Robert.

"Place your warm mouth completely around his two testicles and begin
swirling your tongue around them, Robert," instructed David, who placed his
strong hand on the back of the youth's head, urging him onwards.

Robert eagerly enveloped the two testicles that created him and did as he
was instructed, the strong sweat of man invading his nostrils, aware that
these were the balls that produced and contained his life many years ago.
He immediately felt an overwhelming sense of respect and awe as he began to
suck gently and swirl his tongue around and in between the testicles,
probing and pushing, trying to stimulate his father, wanting his dad's
staff to stiffen, needing to see his dad hard and throbbing, wanting to
know what his dad looked like when he was creating his son's life. It
thrilled him to know that his dad's sensitive testicles were nestled in his
warm mouth. That feeling of trust was beautiful and arousing to Robert, who
kept using his tongue to try and feel the shape of his dad's balls through
the hairy scrotal sack.

Eventually, Mr. Gordon's penis began to stiffen, and, when it had grown to
full length, the men in the room unable to distinguish any precum from the
generous amounts of lube that had been applied to it, David exclaimed,
"Stand and face me, Robert! Grab as hard as you can 'cos this is gonna hurt
a bit."

Robert, terrified of what was going to happen to his virgin ass, placed
both arms around David's chest, a tear running down his cheek. He grabbed
on hard - extremely hard - almost as if begging David to save him from the
cock he wanted so bad but was so afraid of. He was surprised when David
kissed the tear on his cheek and he could have sworn David had stuck his
tongue out as well as if trying to taste the tear. He, of course, had no
idea how much precum David was actually leaking into his penis plastic cup,
the adrenaline and testosterone kicking in for David, enjoying the tight,
desperate hug the young man was giving him, moments away from the anal
devirginization and ass-conquering that was going to take place.

"I'm scared," Robert said with brutal honesty. There was a part of David
that felt sorry for him, but he was way to horny to think too much about
that and whispered lovingly into Robert's ear, "Try to relax and enjoy it.
Just think of your father's seed going deep into you and conquering you and
protecting you from all harm."

This had the effect of calming Robert down. He started to become horny as
well, feeling David's hard body against his, chest to chest, cheek to
cheek. He couldn't believe how hard and lean Elder David's body was.

"Go ahead, Mr. Gordon, take your son," David instructed.

Robert held on tight and tried to relax everything to do with his ass.
'Take' was such a dominating word. He wanted to feel loved, not conquered.
He felt his dad probing with his fingers, looking for his son's asshole,
very mechanically and harshly, giving Robert a sinking feeling, and he held
on to David, desperate for any affection he could get. Then he felt the
hard penis of his maker near his hole.

Discomfort, pain, and panic were what he felt as his dad entered him. He
made a yelping noise, knowing that penetration had occurred but could not
get a sense of how deep his dad was inside him. He felt his dad's hands on
his hips as the man made a grunting noise and pushed deeper. Robert
realized that most of the pain was from the initial penetration and once
deeper inside, the discomfort was more or less constant. The worst of the
pain was over, but there was no pleasure, just the feeling of being
violated, the discomfort oscillating from mild to severe, depending
probably on how deep Mr. Gordon's throbbing penis was at that instant.

The fucking went by in a blur for Robert and he wanted it to be over
quickly. More tears streamed down his face. He could feel his dad thrusting
in and out of him and he tried to count them in fives. He knew that it had
to end eventually. He grabbed on to David for dear life.

"Fuck your own son that you created, Mr. Gordon. Bless him with your Holy
seed, the same seed that made him." David was encouraging Mr. Gordon, who
eagerly continued to fuck his boy, hands firmly on his hips and the thrusts
as energetic as ever, the repetitive slapping noises of the fuck echoing
loudly in the room every time Mr. Gordon's dick went all the way in.

Mr. Gordon realized that Robert's yelps and whimpers were nothing like
those of the horny women being fucked in the porn movies or the sounds of
pleasure from his wife as he fucked her with all his might. Robert's sounds
were the sounds of someone being defeated and conquered. This excited the
father, eager to punish his son for his homosexual desires and he fucked
him harder, pulling his dick to the very limit, stopping just before it
could pop completely out of his son's hole, and then jamming it back in as
far as it would go, his balls still wet with his son's drying saliva.
Sometimes, he would pull back too much and his dick exited his son with a
plopping sound. He enjoyed the feeling of re-penetration, giving his son no
rest, as the young man's outer ass muscles resisted the re-entries, causing
a pleasurable sensation in the father as his boy's tightness enveloped his
cockhead.

Robert realized that his dad inside him couldn't be further from
lovemaking. Feeling David's body against his, on the other hand, was
amazing, his young chest and penis pressing hard against the masculine
figure in front of him, the intensity of the hug allowing him to feel as
much of David's body as possible, Robert's penis not knowing how to respond
to the attack from behind and the delights in front, David's own dick just
inches from his own.

- - -

Gareth had been contacted by David two days' prior to the Sunday corrective
session. He was a handsome young man in his early twenties, who, thanks to
his bisexuality and strong self-control, had been able to more or less fool
the Elders into thinking that he did not have same-sex tendencies, or that
they were so minor that they did not have to bother with any major therapy
or correction.

David, in his email to him, had said that he needed someone like Gareth for
the corrective sessions of a young man called Robert because this Robert
had a strange obsession with masculine feet, a trait that David knew he
possessed. Gareth, upon reading this message, felt a mixture of emotions.
He was well aware that he had very masculine hands and feet, but had never
admitted to anyone that those were the very things that turned him on the
most. He tried to shake off those feelings, enjoying instead the
compliments from his girlfriend, Stephie, who always groaned with pleasure
at how thick his fingers were when he fingered her. He managed to get off
on his homosexual desires by incorporating those thoughts during sex with
his girlfriend. When he rubbed her clit with his manly fingers, he thought
of a thick dick and used that to bring himself to climax, enjoying the fact
that she had no idea what was actually sending him over the edge. He knew
that sexual acts before marriage were forbidden, but it was their secret
and he had convinced her that this was just practice before marriage.

Gareth would sometimes watch straight porn with her, again arguing that
they could learn better sex before they actually got married. He loved to
watch the porn scenes where the men's feet and soles would stick out
towards the camera. Often, he would get so horny at those scenes that he
would climb on top of his girlfriend and shove his thick, leaking cock
inside her and give her a fucking of a lifetime. He would feel so proud in
those moments, proud that he had achieved 'heterosexuality' (so what if he
needed some visual aids of men's feet and legs to get there), proud that he
had a girlfriend that his family and friends liked, proud when he climaxed,
his hard body on top of hers, as he squeezed his toes together, imagining
what his own feet looked like during climax.

Gareth parked his car not far from Elder David's office, eager to meet
Robert and his dad. His wide, masculine feet and thick toes pushed outwards
as he walked, the masculine energy of his feet threatening to damage the
shoes that were encasing them. This was not his first involvement in a
corrective session and he wondered how his penis would respond to the
visual stimuli that he was about to get.

- - -

The three men heard the knock on Elder David's door as Mr. Gordon pounded
away into his son. He could feel that his foreskin was completely
retracted, his smooth pink penis sliding against his son's vulnerable
insides, the annoying yelps from his son making him irritated, fueling his
rage and the eagerness with which he wanted to fuck away his son's
homosexuality.

"One second, gentlemen," David said, as he pulled Robert's arms from around
his body, leaving the poor boy at the mercy of his dad. Mr. Gordon now
placed his arms now completely around his son, enjoying the full authority
he had over him, trying to prolong his orgasm. He squeezed his son's
ribcage with both strong arms, showing his son how he had complete power
over him.

David realized that Gareth had arrived early. He opened the door carefully,
stuck his head outside and spoke to Gareth quietly. "Take these keys and
open the next door," David whispered, using his eyes to point to the
direction of the door. "That room has a one-way mirror where you can watch
the corrective therapy. Oh, take this penis cup as well; oftentimes hetero
guys like us erect when we watch these things but we don't want the boy to
see, in case he gets the wrong idea. It's a normal male response to
punishment." David handed Gareth a penis cup. "Put it on when you are in
the room. Don't jizz into it, okay?" He winked at Gareth as he said that.
Gareth took the keys and penis cup and eagerly accessed the viewing room to
watch the action.

Gareth's thick masculine hands were trembling as he inserted the key to the
door of the adjacent room and opened it. It wasn't very large and he could
immediately see the large one-way mirror that would give him viewing access
to the three men where the action was taking place. His instinctive
reaction was to stay away from the mirror, thinking that they were able to
see him. He waved at the men as a little experiment and they were
completely oblivious to his presence, just several feet away. Trying to be
as quiet as possible, Gareth unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick,
tanned, semi-erect dick, his foreskin a third-way down his large
acorn-shaped dickhead. He tried to place the penis-cup over his cock but
his erection was making it too difficult, so he placed the cup on a nearby
table, eyes glued to the action that was unfolding before his unbelieving
eyes.

David was more excited than ever as he returned to Robert and placed his
arms around the youth. Mr. Gordon had been fucking his son with more vigor
since David had left them alone, a glazed look in the father's eyes, the
determination to plant his seed deep into his son clearly visible in the
depth and frequency of his thrusts, his maturity no doubt giving him the
ability to prolong his orgasm, prolonging his pleasure, his son's warm,
virgin ass stimulating his dick all the while.

David could see the discomfort on Robert's face and he squeezed him very
tightly, pressing his lips to the edge of the younger man's face.

"It's okay, Robert. Your dad's gonna release you from your pain soon. He's
going to dump his Holy load inside you."

Robert's smaller arms passed in between David's hard biceps and chest,
holding on for dear life. He thought that if he kept squeezing his groin
and ass muscles, that might help his dad blow his load sooner. He longed to
spend more time with Elder David, who seemed to hold him so lovingly. He
wanted to lay in bed with the man, chest to chest, just like this, without
his dad's angry boner ravaging him. He wanted to feel David's dick
hardening next to his, their cocks coming alive together, David gently
grabbing his penis, placing it together with his and stroking the two,
their dickheads slimy with precum, pressing hard against each other.

Gareth realized that there were headphones on the table next to him and he
couldn't help himself from trying them on. Just as he suspected, he was
able to hear what was going on in the next room. He had seen Robert a few
times before but had only had short, casual chats with him. He had always
found Robert to be a handsome young man; seeing him naked and vulnerable
like this made his heart and dick respond in ways he had not thought
possible. He looked down to see his own dick at full mast and throbbing. He
stroked his dick just once and a large drop of clear liquid oozed out of
his piss slit, so large he thought it must be urine, until he felt it with
his finger and recognized its unique. slimy nature.

It wasn't just Gareth who was precumming vigorously. Mr. Gordon didn't know
it, but he had already leaked a substantial amount of fatherly precum
inside his son's reluctant ass. He didn't dare say it out loud, but he was
thinking angry thoughts while he abused his son's ass. "Gonna show this
homo son of mine who's boss," he thought. "Gonna fuck the homo right out of
him with my straight seed. This is starting to feel better with every
thrust, too."

Robert buried his face into David's neck, the Elder slightly taller than
him. His desire for affection was overwhelming him and his yelps were
muffled now by David's thick neck. David could feel Robert's dick between
his penis-cup and his right leg. He couldn't tell whether Robert was trying
to hump him or whether his father's poundings were shoving his son's dick
onto his hard body with every thrust. It was probably both, he imagined.

"Let's try to keep your dick nice and soft and respectful, Robert,"
exclaimed David, whose right hand found the youth's dick to be in an erect
state. He passed his thumb forcefully over Robert's dick slit and found it
to be extremely moist. The poor boy is so desperate for release, he
thought, his own penis pressing hard against his penis-cup, enjoying the
control he had over the younger man. He purposefully continued to play with
Robert's cockhead. "This should be soft and respectful to your father,"
said David into Robert's ears, knowing full well that his breath would
tickle him and that Robert's dick was not going to get any softer.

"Mr. Gordon, claim your son with your Holy seed before his homosexual
perversions cause him to ejaculate! Fuck him with all your might! Fuck him
like you fucked your wife on your wedding night!"

Robert's father was sweating profusely now, his grunts getting louder and
louder.

"Arrggghhhhh!" exclaimed the father, as his movements suddenly stopped, a
clear sign that his orgasm was hitting him, the first couple of spews of
semen entering his son. David's right hand immediately left Robert's dick
and searched in between the mens' legs for what he was looking for. He
placed his fingers just behind Mr. Gordon's testicles and felt the
throbbing of his perineum, as his ejaculation continued.

"That's great Mr. Gordon," said David. "Those are some healthy spurts of
your Holy semen being delivered into your son. Don't stop until it's all
out."

David played with Mr. Gordon's perineum, feeling the uncontrollable
orgasm-induced pulsations, encouraging as much sperm to come out of the man
as possible, enjoying the unmistakable biological sign of the older man
dumping load after load into his own son.

"Don't pull out just yet, Mr. Gordon," instructed David. "Allow your dick
to soften inside your son. This will allow the final drops of your Holy
semen to drain out into him. He needs as much of it as possible to combat
his desires."

David used his fingers to scoop up some of Robert's precum and held it up
to the boy's face.

"I see you are not able to control those homo desires of yours, Robert.
You're gonna have to do better than that in future. That is why we are
going to introduce you soon to shower training. It works quite well in
teaching young guys like you self-mastery and control over your unruly
penis!" David gave Robert's swollen dickhead a little squeeze and noted
that another drop of precum vacated the tip of the young man's penis.

Mr. Gordon continued to place his arms tightly around his son's chest,
allowing his spent penis to soften inside his sinful son. He was pleased
that he had dumped a thick load of experienced fatherly cum and did a few
muscle contractions in his groin area to help squeeze out any remaining
semen from his penile love-chute. His son continued to hold on to Elder
David tightly, his soft lips pressed against the older man's thick neck.

"We're gonna keep your Holy seed inside your son for as long as possible,
Mr. Gordon," said David, as he retrieved a butt plug with a strap from his
desk. "Is your penis nice and soft?"

Robert didn't see his dad nodding to David.

"Very slowly pull out," instructed David.

Robert could feel his dad's penis moving and finally felt relieved as his
dad's invasive serpent plopped out of his young body. Very quickly, though,
it was replaced by the butt plug.

Gareth, watching intently from behind the one-way mirror, heard Robert
groan as Elder David fitted the youth with the butt plug and saw him fit
the strap around Robert's waist, connecting the ends just above his groin.
His own dicked twitched as he saw thick white semen dripping off the
father's now soft penis, the foreskin fully back, the shiny pink cockhead
wet and exposed, its duty of ejaculation completed. Gareth felt a little
guilty about the high levels of arousal he was feeling but reminded himself
that this was a corrective session, and therefore it was okay for him to
get hard as this was all being done for Robert's salvation.

Robert was made to walk slowly toward the shower area, which was located in
the far corner of the room. He hated the idea of the butt plug inside him
but it was not as uncomfortable as he had originally thought it would be.
The shower was moderately sized and had nozzles to the sides at several
heights. There was also a main shower head directly above. The shower room
had no doors; it was completely exposed to anyone who was in the main room.

"Be proud that you are struggling against your homo desires, Robert,"
exclaimed David, his own dick throbbing safely inside his penis-cup, even
as the words left his lips. "Let's get you strapped into the shower room.
Get inside and turn around." David gave Robert's left butt cheek a little
slap, encouraging his trainee to get into position.

Robert noticed the straps. There were two for his ankles near the floor and
two at shoulder height for his wrists. When he turned around, placing his
ankled and wrists at the locations of the straps, he couldn't help but
stare at his dad's penis, remembering that only moments before, it was
stiff and pounding away inside him. Now it was soft and wet, the wetness no
doubt a mixture of his own father's precum and semen, and whatever lined
his own insides. He felt anger towards the penis that made him but also
love and admiration at the same time. He pondered that mix of feelings as
David tied his ankles and wrists in place.

Robert was now completely at their mercy, naked, unable to move his hands
and legs much, his dad's semen working its Holy magic inside him,
supposedly cleaning out the homo that lurked somewhere inside him. He felt
ashamed and vulnerable, his eyes looking hopefully to David, pleading with
him silently, hoping he would go easy on him.

David exclaimed, "Look at yourself, Robert, humbled and meek before your
earthly father as well as your Holy father, your confused penis desiring to
find its true calling. All the discomfort you are feeling now will be worth
it in the end. Let us begin the shower training while your dad's semen sits
inside you, healing you from sin."

David turned the shower system on using a control system on the wall near
the shower. Robert immediately felt lukewarm water hitting his skin from
all directions, the nozzles on the side of the shower squirting water on
him. It immediately relaxed and comforted him, and David smiled.

"Mr. Gordon, let's have you stand in front of your son and have him wash
your penis that worked so hard today."

Robert stared at his dad's limp penis as a glob of fluid fell from the tip
of his dad's penis and onto the floor just in front of the shower. It was
so erotic for Robert, seeing his dad's dick so slimy from sex.

"Looks like you can't use your hands to clean your dad's penis, Robert, so
you will have to use your own penis to do the job. What an honor it will be
for you, using your penis to wipe your dad's penis."

Robert prayed that David did not notice his penis engorging at the thought
of what was going to happen next.

Gareth watched Robert's dad approaching his son from where he stood behind
the one-way mirror. He could only see the back of the father and had to
imagine what the two penises interacting with each other looked like.

- - -

Gareth thought back to about a year prior when he had assisted in the
corrective session of another youth in their community. The boy was only
sixteen and his homosexuality had been detected early. His parents had
urged the Elders for corrective sessions as soon as possible. The boy had
opened up easily to the psychologist, Dr. Forrest, about his homosexual
urges, as well as his massive foot fetish. The doctor had immediately
assigned Gareth to the case, because of his youthful good looks and sexy
feet and hands.

Gareth remembered the first session with the boy, who was lying on the
floor, penis exposed and erect, in Dr. Forrest's office. They were fitting
him with the erection monitoring device (EMD) on his very first session (it
was an adhesive patch placed at the base of the base of the penis, just
above the balls, which contained electronics that detected erections,
orgasms, etc.). Gareth's job had been to stimulate the boy so as to obtain
a strong, healthy erection and orgasm so that a reference orgasm could be
registered and saved in their systems. Having a few reference erections and
orgasms on file allowed easier and earlier detections of future arousal
from the developing youth. As he inserted his thick toes into the boy's
mouth, he tried his best to tease him as much as possible, knowing full
well that the youth was probably going to end up in a chastity device for
most of his young life. Gareth remembered the young, desperate lips
wrapping around his big toe. He was able to feel the urgency in the youth
as his tongue darted in between his tanned, masculine toes, attempting to
lick whatever male flavor it could find. He had used the ball of his other
foot to rub the frenulum of the boy's penis, the most sensitive part of the
penis, which throbbed beneath, eager for release.

He remembered how Dr. Forrest had sat casually at his computer, ensuring
that quality readings were being sent by the erection monitoring device,
his camcorder with its green recording light aimed at the action,
everything being recorded for the sake of science and improvements to
corrective therapy. He remembered swapping his feet positions occasionally
so that he could use his wide, slimy soles, fresh from the boy's mouth,
dripping with saliva, to stimulate the highly aroused penis beneath him,
while the other foot, also slimy, but this one dripping with adolescent
precum, would then be inserted into the boy's eager mouth. Gareth had
wondered what the boy was feeling as he tasted his own precum being fed
back to him. He remembered the powerful orgasm of the youth, his hands
grabbing Gareth's meaty foot, thumbs pressed hard into the smooth arch,
tongue darting in and out between all the toes, his hips thrusting upward
repeatedly, trying to fuck Gareth's other foot with all his might, the wet
semen providing additional lubrication to complete his orgasm. Gareth had
pushed his thick toes deep into the boy's mouth, keeping his composure, not
wanting to reveal any pleasure he was getting from such an act. He had used
the thick, smooth heel of his other foot to push out as much cum as he
could. Forrest had been pleased with the data that had been sent from the
EMD, a healthy young orgasm registered in the system, with its pulsations
unique to the boy in question. Gareth had quickly placed his own sock over
his cum-soaked foot so that when he got home soon after, he was able to
stick his tongue into the damp sock, tasting the boy's sex, and blow his
own load into his other sock. He knew it was a sin but it had been too good
an opportunity to pass, the look of intense desire on the boy's face etched
eternally in his mind.

- - -

Robert started thrusting his penis onto and around his dad's soft organ,
trying to clean off the semen and whatever else was on it.

"A small erection is okay, I suppose," muttered Elder David, who could
clearly see that Robert was getting aroused by the dick-cleaning procedure.

Robert loved seeing his wet penis sliding next to his father's cock,
realizing that there was no greater act of love than worshipping the dick
that made him with his own. David reached out and ensured that both
foreskins were completely retracted, pointing to the father's pink cockhead
and saying, "Use your dickhead to clean your dad's."

Robert eagerly cockhead-fucked his dad's penis with his own darker, harder
one. He loved it when his aim was good and managed to see his dad's piss
slit open just a tiny bit. He wanted to take advantage of this opportunity
to really get to know his dad's penis. In no time, he was fully erect.

"Okay, I think you're enjoying this a little bit too much," said David.
"We're going to get you nicely shaved now and I'm going to introduce you
properly to Gareth."

David disappeared out of the room for a few seconds and returned with
Gareth. Gareth had wasted no time in placing and securing his penis-cup
when he realized that David was coming to get him. He nodded politely at
Robert when Elder David introduced them, and stood in almost military-style
fashion, listening to David's instructions.

"Do you know why we shave young men who need to undergo corrective
therapy?" David asked Robert, a concerned look on his face.

Robert shook his head.

"Apart from giving us a nice smooth surface to stick the erection
monitoring device (EMD), it also allows you to feel more connected to your
penis and balls."

Robert stayed quiet, a worried look on his face.

David continued. "You'll be able to feel much more intensely the sensations
when your ballsack rubs against your trousers or thighs, and when your
penis rests against your balls. Every time you feel these sensations you
need to remind yourself what a privilege you have to fight against your
sinful urges. It looks purer, Holier, when your penis and nutsack are in
this state as well." David played with Robert's penis and testicles as he
described the reasons for shaving, wanting to make David as uncomfortable
as possible in front of the two other men, who listened attentively, the
father naked, limp penis exposed, while Gareth was dressed in smart casual
attire. "When you are nicely shaven downstairs, there will be no hair to
limit the skin-to-skin contact as you walk. When you are soft, your penis
will rest between your testicles and there will be this constant
interaction between your penis and your scrotum with every step that you
take. Your balls will urge your penis to erect and the stiffening of your
penis will stimulate your balls; you will be in a constant state of arousal
awareness, which is very important during the next stage of your training.
How you deal with the arousal is down to you, of course."

David got out the shaving kit, as the lukewarm water continued to pour over
Robert, helplessly secured in the shower, unable to move much, completely
at the mercy of the three men, Elder David leading the way.

When Robert saw the razor, his dick started softening, his anxiety levels
rising when he saw the blade near his private parts, which were now
anything but private.

David let out a laugh, observing the waning erection. "Well, Robert. It
looks like the one time I need you to stay hard, you go soft on me! Luckily
I have a solution for this."

David instructed Mr. Gordon and Gareth to kneel, facing away from Robert,
so that the youth could see their soles. Mr. Gordon immediately kicked off
his shoes and removed his socks before kneeling, while Gareth kept his
shoes on.

The moment Robert saw his dad's smooth, creamy soles, his dick started
hardening again. It was as if something was wired deep inside his brain
that forgot everything in the Universe except his dad's feet and his own
horny dick when he saw his dad's soles. He knew the shape, taste, and
texture of his father's feet. He had known the sensual look of his father's
feet for many years and they always turned him on, as if some invisible
power left his dad's soles whenever he stared at them, and entered his body
and soul and cock and took complete control. He loved that feeling; it was
as if he would happily die for his father's feet. He truly believed they
were sculpted by the gods so that Robert would always be tormented by their
beauty, forever longing to throw himself at them and lick and ejaculate on
them, reminding the gods that indeed their creation was perfect, so perfect
that Mr. Gordon's son wanted to dedicate his entire life to them.

"Well, Robert, you are going to see why I have brought Gareth to your
corrective sessions," said David, as he kneeled beside Gareth's feet, which
were still encased in socks and shoes. He slowly pulled off the shoes to
reveal thick, cotton socks.

Robert could see from the shape of Gareth's feet inside the socks that
these were a magnificent pair of masculine feet, feet that could rival his
father's in their beauty and size.

David began to pull off the sock from Gareth's left foot, the one closest
to Mr. Gordon's already-exposed right sole.

"Look at how wide and smooth it is," said David, who looked Robert in the
eye as he quickly licked his right thumb and stroked it across Gareth's
expansive left heel.

Robert saw the dark, wet trail that it made and his dick immediately
twitched and then continued to throb in time with his heartbeat. David
seemed to know exactly what made Robert tick sexually and it worried him a
little. Right now, though, all he could do was stare at the dark saliva
line that ran all the way across Gareth's left heel.

"I bet you'd like to put your filthy, horny dick right here," said David,
as he pushed his right thumb into the gap between Gareth's sole and the
white, cotton sock. He purposefully pushed his thumb in and out of the gap,
as if it were a dickhead fucking Gareth's sexy, bare sole.

David immediately noticed that Gareth's soles were a little darker than his
father's, which made sense since Mr. Gordon was a white man and Gareth had
a more Mediterranean look.  Gareth's feet were actually bigger, though,
Gareth's heel being wider than his dad's.

David then pulled off the sock entirely and lifted Gareth's foot above the
ground by grabbing the ankle, giving Robert a complete view of the thick,
manly feet of the handsome young man who was only a few years older than
Robert.

"Look at these thick, masculine toes, Robert," said David, as he played
with each toe individually.

Robert had never seen toes as masculine or sexy as those before, except
maybe his father's. He was having a hard time deciding which set of feet
were better.

Before long, Robert was staring at four completely bare soles, Elder David
casually tossing Gareth's white cotton socks aside before approaching
Robert again with the shaving kit, this time able to reach all the areas of
the young man's groin since his dick was pointing upwards, showing no signs
of becoming limp anytime soon.

"This is where the erection monitoring device (EMD) is going to go," said
David, pressing the base of Robert's erect organ. That's where he began to
shave him, slowly, carefully, not wanting to miss any areas. Robert enjoyed
the feel of David's fingers and shaver working different areas of his
groin, the hairs washing away into the drain.

"You've got well-shaped sex organs, Robert," said David, who was now
working on the right ballsack, Robert tensing up a little as the blade
caressed his scrotal skin. "Why don't you tell us what you like about those
feet? I'm sure Gareth wants to know why your dick is so hard right now."

Robert hesitated a little, then spoke. "I love how their soles get a little
paler in color when you get to the arches... and they're so big... so
meaty... you just wanna touch them."

"And not just touch them I suppose," said David, now working on the boy's
left ballsack, noticing yet another thick drop of precum leaving his piss
slit.

"Licking them would be nice," announced Robert, his dick throbbing with
desire to fuck all four feet that were being presented to him.

"Where would you start?" asked Elder David.

"Gareth's big heel. I'd try and put the whole thing in my mouth and rub my
tongue on it."

"I'm sure you'd love that. Gareth, why don't you scrunch your toes and move
your feet a little so we can keep this young man nice and hard for his
shaving?"

Robert got excited watching his big, tanned feet come alive.

"Do you know why we precum, Robert?" asked Elder David, watching the
earlier drop of precum now running down Robert's erect penis due to gravity.

"I think it happens when we're very excited," said Robert.

"Indeed. Your body is getting ready to ejaculate. It's also to clear away
any acidic urine that's still in your dick so that your sperm can stay
healthy as they leave your penis."

"Oh."

"It's such a shame you're in this erect and fertile state, but you want to
shoot your life-producing semen on these men's feet. Don't you think it
would be wiser to reroute those desires to shoot your load in a nice
welcoming fertile female?"

"Yes sir, I suppose so," said Robert.

"Would you like Gareth to demonstrate later how it's done?" asked David.

"Sure," said David, a bit shyly, but very eager nonetheless to see what
David meant by 'demonstrate', imagining Gareth's beautiful cock sliding in
and out of a woman.

David paused the shaving and went to the kneeling men. He lifted Gareth's
left foot and placed it so that it touched Mr. Gordon's right foot.

"Do you like watching footsie?" David asked Robert.

"Sure."

"Play footsie for us, guys," ordered David. "And place your arms around
Gareth's shoulder, Mr. Gordon. I want our sinful homo Robert to see what
strong, confident straight guys are willing to do to help guys like Robert
change their ways."

Gareth started rubbing his feet against Mr. Gordon's soles and Robert
immediately felt a pang of jealousy, wishing he was the one playing with
his dad's feet. Seeing Gareth's big toes constantly wriggling and squirming
got David's dick extra hard and Edler David wasted no time completing the
shave, finishing with the area behind the balls.

"There we go!" exclaimed David, satisfied. "Very shortly it will be time
for you to be fitted with the erection monitoring device (EMD) for the
first time. Every erection, no matter how tiny, and every orgasm, will be
recorded, saved and studied for your benefit and for the benefit of the
scientific community. What an honor it will be for you, completely
submitting your penis and sexual desires to us, your earthly father and the
Lord above. It is only by completely submitting your penis to us that you
will be able to find the right path. Every day will be a struggle, but it
will be worth it. You will not think about arousal and your penis the same
way again."

Robert's Eighth Fantasy: Chastity with Dad, will be continued in Part 7