Date: Fri, 22 Apr 2011 12:03:53 -0700 (PDT) From: Paul Vanden Boogard Subject: Role Reversal (part 4) I can't say that I wasn't a little surprised the next morning when he obeyed my commands. He rapped on the door promptly at seven, and I strolled down the hall to the aroma of frying bacon, finding him stark naked behind the kitchen counter as I went for a cup of coffee. The car keys he had placed on the table last night were still there, so I picked them up and slipped them into the pocket of my jeans as I sat down, watching him while I sipped my coffee. Whatever had possessed me to subjugate him as I did puzzled me, but the fact that he had submitted himself to me so easily mystified me even more. I did enjoy the way he moved as he prepared my breakfast, though, the muscles of his bare arms and chest flexing, his dark nipples bouncing up and down with their movement. As I've said before, I thought my dad was very handsome, his dark brown hair kept short and swept back, the slightly chiseled features, the bright green eyes. His face even retained some boyish qualities, and it was hard for me to believe that he was thirty eight. He had a nice body, too, much like mine only slightly smaller, with wide shoulders and a narrow waist and a nice round ass. Muscular, lithe, not overly built. His cock was like mine, too. Six and a half, maybe seven inches long when erect, cut, it hung nicely when it was soft, swinging freely over his low hanging balls. Neither of us had a big ball sac, but they were nothing to be ashamed of, either. His thick patch of pubic hair was the same color as the coffee I was drinking, where mine was a little on the lighter side. When he came around the counter to serve me my breakfast I took in the whole view, and couldn't help but reach out and take his cock and balls into my hand as he set down my plate. He froze in place, uncertain what to do. I liked the way his cock and balls felt in my hand, and began to caress them, is cock lifting itself as it started to swell. "Um, my eggs..." he said. I let him go and turned to eat my meal. "I want clean sheets on my bed before you make it," I said. "Yes, Sir." My cock started to swell with the exchange of power. He was maintaining his subservience to me, almost as though he wanted me to maintain my dominance over him. I purposefully kept my attention focused on my breakfast, leaving my empty dishes on the table as I went to pull on some socks and a t-shirt. I had planned to spend the day working on the garden wall again, but a light, misty rain had moved in during the night, and it looked cold and miserable outside. Normally on days like this I'd go out chumming with my friends; shooting hoops at the gym or going down to the arcade for laser tag, but since my Mom had died I had sort of drifted away from it all, and had been spending weekends at home taking care of the house and my dad. Only now, Dad was going to be taking care of me. And the house. With nothing better to do, I kicked back on the couch, flipping through the stack of magazines on the side table and picking out a Sports Illustrated. My Dad had finished eating and was cleaning off the table, his ass cheeks bouncing up and down as he walked back and forth, his cock swinging from side to side. He glanced up at me and noticed that I was watching him, blushing a little as he turned away. I started flipping through the magazine as he loaded the dishwasher. When he disappeared down the hallway I decided to follow him to see what he was going to do next, folding the magazine over in my hand with one finger holding my page. When I turned the corner I could see that he was stripping my bed, and I stopped in the doorway to watch him. He looked up at me anxiously, as though expecting me to reprimand him for something, and I swear he ducked his head as he turned away to continue his task. I could see his cock begin to swell and rise as I watched him. The energy in the air was potent, sexual and erotic. There I stood, supervising my father as he did the housework, naked and erect under my command. I could whip out my cock right there and tell him to suck it, and he would. I dropped my hand to my crotch and gave my cock a squeeze as it started to grow down the side of my thigh. I stepped aside when he bundled up the dirty sheets and approached the door, then watched him as he swished by to bring them to the laundry room. I waited until he returned with clean sheets before I went back to finish reading my magazine, watching his face turn red as he passed me through the doorway again. I couldn't believe he was carrying this out, or that it was turning him on. "I need a coffee," I yelled, just to see how fast he would respond. He appeared from the hallway just a moment later, hurrying into the kitchen. Once again I watched as he approached, then indicated for him to set it on the side table. As soon as the cup was out of his hand he rushed away again. The rest of the day proceeded in much the same manner. Every time he started a new task I would stand there and watch him, and his cock would grow hard under my scrutiny. If I reached out and took it in my hand, he would stop what he was doing and allow me to fondle him, his face blushing red. "Thank you, Sir." His submission was feeding my power trip. When it came time for supper, he simply stopped what he was doing and started cooking, setting my place at the head of the table. I was acutely aware that he sat next to me naked as we ate, my cock staying hard in my pants nearly the whole meal. When I had had enough to eat, I went and pulled off my jeans and underwear and slid into a pair of pajama bottoms. It was nice to finally hang loose. He cleared the table and wiped off the counter, then went back to finish the dusting as I flipped on the TV and searched for a movie to watch. "How much more do you have to do? "The laundry room and the upstairs," he answered. "You can do those tomorrow. Put that away and come suck my cock." "Yes, Sir." Within a few minutes he was kneeling between my legs, his mouth open as I guided my cock into it. I could tell his cock was throbbing, rising to bounce against his stomach every few seconds. "You like sucking my cock, don't you bitch?" "Yes, Sir," he smacked his lips and dove down on it again. It was only a few moments before I felt my orgasm starting to build. I pulled my cock out of his mouth and squeezed it. "Lick my balls." His tongue came out and cupped my sac, and I nearly shot my load. My dad was obeying my every command. It took several moments before I came down off that incredible sexual high, my Dad sliding his tongue in the crease between my balls and my thigh, or sliding along the base of them before sucking a nut into his mouth. I pushed my cock forward again and he wrapped his lips around it. "I'm going to fuck you tonight, you know." He nodded his head. Just like that. I looked down at him, a sudden thought in my head. "Did you want me to make you my bitch?" I asked. He stopped sucking and looked at me, my cock still buried in his mouth. When he nodded, he didn't look away. Suddenly it all struck me, my jaw dropping open. Sitting back, my Dad stared at the floor as he spoke. "I've wanted it for a long time," he said. "I just didn't think you ever would. Even when your Mom was alive, I'd fantasize about it. I've been watching you grow from this lanky young kid into a hot, sexy young man, and I was always a little envious that someday you'd find someone. I never imagined that you would actually want to dominate me. But then the other day, when you suddenly took control...well, I wasn't sure, so I kept pushing you, trying to see how far you were willing to go." "How long have you wanted this?" I asked incredulously. He shrugged. "It was just a fantasy. But that's why I started doing all those things for you; taking off your shoes, getting your shower ready, giving you my seat at the head of the table, making sure your supper was always ready. I did everything I could to show you my submission. That's why, after that first night we had sex, I started sucking your cock." Suddenly everything made sense, his actions, his demeanor. Even though I had taken control of my own volition, he had been allowing it, even encouraging it. My Dad wanted to be my bitch. I smiled down at him. "You just gave me permission, you know." He nodded. "Good. Because that's what you're going to be. My bitch. I'm going to treat you however I please. He hung his head, nodding again. I had to laugh, and was pleased to see him blush when I did. "My Dad. A willing little slave bitch." He turned a deep red and my cock rose quickly as it stiffened again. "Well, bitch, get your mouth down around my cock, then." He leaned back forward, eager to obey. I was completely astounded by the turn of events, but I knew that it was exactly what I wanted. The fact that he wanted it too just made it easier. I felt very powerful, and had every intention of keeping my power over him. I grabbed the base of my cock and squeezed, pushing his head down over it to bury his nose in my pubic hair. "Guess I'm going to turn you into a little woman then. Dress you in nylons and panties, fuck your little pussy whenever I want. You might as well learn your place right away." With his mouth full of my cock, he couldn't respond. "You've just given up every right to me. From now on you're going to obey me without question, no matter what I tell you to do." His own cock was hard between his legs again, deep red and pulsing, his eyes focused on my crotch as his lips slid up and down my shaft. "Have you ever been fucked, bitch?" He paused in his motions, shaking his head no. "Well, that's okay, because I plan on fucking you often." I heard him sigh around my cock, his hand finding its way between his legs so he could stroke himself. "You can play with yourself later. Right now I want some lube, then I want you bent over the kitchen table." He pulled off my cock, getting up from his knees to scamper off to the bathroom. I could tell he was nervous, his ass cheeks clenched tight as I pulled off my short and dropped my pajama bottoms and stepped up between his spread legs. I stroked his asshole with my finger, feeling the soft, stiff patch of dark hair around his hole. Lubing my cock, I lined it up and pushed it slowly in. He gasped, his asshole clenching around my cock, but I pushed in deeper. It was an incredible sensation, and far better than I expected it to be. I drew out a little and pushed in again, my dad groaning in discomfort. "This is what you wanted, isn't it bitch?" He groaned sharply again, but nodded. Placing a hand on his back, I pushed his chest to the table, then watched as I slid my cock in and out of his asshole. It was only going to take a moment before I came. "Oh, god, does that feel good," I pushed in harder, dumping my load. My cock pulsed inside his hot, wet hole, and I kept it there until it softened and slipped out. "Go get me a wash cloth, then come kiss my feet." Even though I just came, I was still horny, and still hungry for the power of subjugating him. I wanted to make him a lowly slave, and establish my dominance over him completely. Giving me the hot, damp wash cloth, he went immediately to me feet as I laid back on the couch and wiped my cock clean. His hot lips on my toes felt wonderful, and I soon realized that this was exactly how I wanted it, exactly what I deserved. "Yeah," a contented sigh escaped my lips. My cock was getting hard again already. Picking u the remote, I flipped through the channels, having long ago forgotten about the show I had been watching. There weren't any interesting movies on, so I settled on a sitcom. "Go make me some popcorn and bring me a soda." "Yes, Sir. Can I have a beer Sir?" "As long as you keep kissing my feet." His hard cock bobbed up and down as he stood, and I watched his naked ass as he hurried into the kitchen. He was smiling as he handed me my soda, rushing off throw a bag of popcorn into the microwave. "Come here," I motioned him over with my finger. He set his beer on the counter and came to stand just to my left in front of me, an expression of anticipation on his face. Reaching out, I cupped his hard cock, stroking it lightly with my palm. He gasped and sighed with pleasure. I stroked him harder, and soon he began to tremble, his balls pulling up as his orgasm started to rise. The beeper sounded on the microwave. He let out a huge sigh as I pulled my hand off his cock, then ran to serve me my popcorn, going back down on his hands and knees once more to kiss my feet. I was definitely going to enjoy my life from now on. He kissed and sucked and nibbled and licked, covering every inch of them, his tongue massaging the arches and squirming between each toe, his ass gyrating in the air as he worshipped my feet. I just sat back and ate my popcorn, watching him, luxuriating in his utter submission, my cock hard and resting on my abdomen. "Bring that dick up here," I told him. He rose to stand just to my left again, his cock jutting out as he spread his legs apart and put his hands behind his back. Grabbing it, I pulled him a little closer, then took the head of his cock into my mouth. He groaned loudly. I had never sucked a cock before, but knew that I wanted to suck his. It was still an act of dominance. I was taking possession of is cock, doing what I chose to it. I cupped his balls in my hand and drew down deeper onto it. The shape of it felt wonderful in my mouth, and I started sucking on it, getting it good and wet with my tongue so my lips slid over it easily. I could smell his musky aroma and taste the slight saltiness of his skin. He was moaning heavily above me. I slipped my finger up the crack of his ass and started playing with his hole. "Oh, oh, Sir, I'm going to cum, Sir." I wasn't ready for a mouth full of his cream yet. "Jack it, bitch," I said, lying back on the couch. His hand wrapped around his cock and he started stroking, his eyes close as he panted heavily. Suddenly he started to groan, jets of hot, sticky cum shooting out to fall onto my chest. It was awesome to watch it. "Lick all this off and then suck me," I commanded. Getting weakly to his knees, he obeyed, his lips particularly hot and moist as they wrapped around my cock. I had already shot one load, so I was going to enjoy a nice, long suck before I shot another. I had him move from my cock to my balls, and back to my cock again, watching his face as he sucked me off. I decided that he was lucky to have my cock in his mouth, and wanted to make sure that he understood that. "You better be thankful, bitch," I told him. "You don't know how lucky you are that I let you to suck my cock." He moaned in response, his tongue sliding down the underside of my shaft as the head of my cock slid down his throat. I could feel my orgasm finally starting to build. Grabbing his head, I held it in place as I thrust my cock in and out. "That's right, just another fuck hole," I said, driving it in deeper and deeper. He choked, but didn't try to pull away. My orgasm was now rising quickly, and I had no intentions of stopping, my attention fixed on my cock as I plowed it in again and again. God it felt so good. I never realized what I had been missing. I groaned out loud, fighting to hold back and grateful to let loose all at the same time, my cock pumping almost painfully as I shot my load deep into his throat. "Aw, fuck!" I exclaimed. He swallowed my load eagerly, holding himself frozen in place. When at last my cock was drained, I let him go. Heaving a sigh, I took a drink of m soda, then told him to give me my clothes. "I want a lunch packed for work from now on," I said as I rose to brush my teeth and get ready for bed. "And you might as well just stay naked. You're not going to be going anywhere." "Yes, Sir," I heard him say as I walked away. By the time I got to my bedroom, he had laid out my clothes for the next day and turned down my sheets. Slipping between them, I turned off the lamp and settled onto my pillow, smiling. I had myself a slave. I appreciate all of the feedback I have been getting. Let me know what you think of this last chapter!