Date: Mon, 28 Feb 2011 10:09:53 -0800
From: bjjl <bjjl@charter.net>
Subject: Sons Cock Slave

I don't know really how to begin. My wife and I were married young. I was
23 she was 20. We had our first son Clark a year later. Then the next year,
we had our second son, Jason. Things seemed to be going great for the first
eleven years. Then one day out of nowhere, Susan decides she is gay. She
told me she was having affairs with two of her lesbian co-works for months
now. I really wasn't ready for that kind of news. She did make it easy for
me. She just moved out and when we actually divorced, she didn't ask for
nothing.

I was left the house, Clark who was eleven now and Jason who was ten. We
only had one income now, so we needed to cut back on a few things. No
eating out a lot. Not a lot of expensive junk food. Cut the air conditioner
back a bit to save electricity. Of course, we took showers together to save
some on the water bill. I had not taken a shower with my sons they was
about 5.

I was surprised how much bigger they were was in every way. Clark was 5'7"
tall and weighed about 75 pounds. Jason was was 5'5" tall and weighed 70
pounds. Their little cocks had grown a lot also. Clark was about two or so
inches soft and about four or five inches hard. Jason was not much smaller.
I say hard, because often times in the shower, their cock's become
completely erect. Boys will be boys, they laughed and played with each,
Slapping and yanking their hard little penises.

Even more embarrassing for me, my cock would become hard watching them.
Both boys would be going into pretty very soon and I wasn't looking forward
to that.

Puberty was the time everything changed. One day I went in my bathroom and
caught Clark and Jason masturbating. They were completely naked, yanking on
each others little erect cocks. They abruptly stopped when I entered. They
looked horrified. They ran past me and down the hall to their room. I
didn't follow. I left them alone to finish what they started. I knew he
must have felt pretty embarrassed about what happened.

I thought it best to leave it be and not say anything, as if it never
happened. That evening we all took a shower together and my cock slowly
rose to attention. I turned away, toward the wall so the boys wouldn't see
it. Suddenly I felt a hand slide up between my legs. It was Clark and he
fondled my balls. I turned around quickly to see Jason yanking on his stiff
little cock again.

"Listen, boys. I didn't want to say anything, but this is no proper
behavior."

"Show us how you jerk off, dad."

I was not sure what to do. I know it was more embarrassing for me than it
was for the boys. I decided to take an honest approach.

"This is usually something you do in private," I began. "It's totally
natural. Everyone does it."

"You do, dad?"

"Yes, many times. I said it was natural for both men and women."

Without saying a word, Clark grabbed my hard cock and began pulling it up
and down. I quickly moved his hand away. "Clark, that's not something you
should mutually. I'll show you."

I took my cock in hand and began stroking in a constant motion. Their eyes
were fixed on my every move. I pulled faster and faster. I wanted to get
this thing over with and behind us. I saw Clark and Jason both stroking
their cocks in unison with me. Suddenly, the orgasm shot through me. My
legs bent and my hips bucked. I grunted and my sperm shot out onto Clark's
smooth chest.

He stood there with eyes wide open as did Jason. I quickly grabbed the soap
and washed him off. Jason was still pulling his cock and I suddenly heard
him groan and I knew he had completed his task. We were drying off in the
bathroom when Clark spoke up.

"That was fun, dad. We gotta do it again."

I smiled at him. "Even though it's natural, it's not something men do. I
mean, play with each others privates."

"Why not?"

"Because it's not accepted or considered proper. Leave it at that. OK?"

Several months passed by and things were as normal as they could be around
our house. I was on the computer and I saw a CLARK folder. I opened it up
and was astounded by what I found. Three or four dozen pictures of naked
men. Men sucking each others cock and fucking each other in the ass. Eight
or nine of the pictures were of men bound with rope and leather straps. Men
standing over the forcing their cock down their throats. Some of the men
covered in semen.

I went to Clark's room that evening. I sent Jason out of the room. "Hay,
dad."

"Clark." I began as I sat down on the bed. "I found some things on my
computer the other day. Things that shouldn't be there. In a folder called
CLARK. Do you know about that?"

He nodded his head. "Yeah. Jason was suppose to erase all that. I guess he
forgot."

"Jason was looking at those pictures too?" I called Jason back into the
room.

"I guess what I'm trying to get at, are you boys gay or not?"

Clark spoke up. "I don't know. My dick gets hard when I see naked men."

"Yeah, mine too," Jason added.

I thought how could this really happen? My wife became a lesbian and now my
both my sons say they like naked men."

"Do you guys have boyfriends? I mean other guys you play around with?"

Clark shook his head. "Not really. There's Paul, but we been together since
first grade. We play around with each other Sometimes."

"Yeah," Jason added again. "I play around with Paul too."

"What do you do?"

Jason smiled. "We tie Paul up and pull his pants down. Play with his dick."

"Yeah," Clark added. "Tie a string around his nuts ans pinch his titties."

I thought it was time to leave it alone. I stood up. "Well, I'm going to
take all those pictures off the computer. Don't put anymore on there. OK?"

"Sure, dad," They both smiled.

I sat at the computer, glancing through the pictures before I hit the
delete button. I saw this text file at the end of the pictures. It was
titled "The Warrior Slave"

I opened it and began reading. It was about this ancient warrior who was
taken prisoner after loosing the great battle. His captors took him back to
their homeland. There were many young warriors in training in the homeland.
The warrior was used as a cock slave to all the other young warriors. I was
shocked by what I saw at the end. "Written by: Clark Henderson"

I deleted all the files except the story. I didn't know why my son wrote
it, but it was his own creation. I didn't feel right about deleting it.
When I stood up there was a wet spot in my pants. I had released some
pre-cum while I read the story. Now I knew why there were bondage pictures.
They were all used to described what happened to the captive warrior in his
story. I thought it was very imaginative for an twelve year old.

I guess paranoia was setting in. I was afraid of losing the boys, just like
I lost Susan. I didn't want to loose them.

It was nine thirty, I went down the hall toward my bedroom. The light was
still on in the boy's room I went in. They both were reading a comic books.

"I took all the pictures off," I said. "All except one."

"Which one?" Clark asked.

"The Warrior Slave."

He dropped his comic book. "Damn! I forgot I had that on there."

"Well it was something you wrote. So I thought you should be the one to
erase it. If you wanted."

"I kind of got the idea from the comics. I just added so other stuff."

I smiled at him. "Yeah, I know."

I turned around before leaving the room. "Remember what I told you boys.
Masturbating is nothing to be ashamed of. I don't want you to think I
disapprove that's all."

I went down the hall to my bedroom, stepped in the shower and turned the
water on.  My cock was throbbing and hard. Those images from the captive
warrior kept coming back into my head. I slowly jerked off to the thought
of the warrior forced to suck all those cocks. I arched my back and
groaned. That was sure great!

Another year went by, Clark and Jason were doing fine except for our father
son relationship. Clark was 13, Jason was twelve. They both had grown
several more inches and put on a few more pounds. I was only five foot
eleven so I was really surprised how close the boys were catching up to
me. We still took our showers, which is something I should have stopped a
long time ago. The bathroom was were the boys became a little more
aggressive.

They both knew I was not this big powerful, macho dad like in their
comics. They could tell I was a more passive and submissive person. Maybe I
was because I never took an authority role with them. I always talked
instead of threating to punish them with an ass whipping, or something like
that.

One evening as we got ready to shower, Clark spoke up. "Jason and I want
you to be like the captive warrior. You know in the story."

I knew exactly what they meant. I turned the water on and stepped inside. I
knew it was not the proper thing to do, but I didn't want to loose them. I
nodded my head.

Clark raised his hand. "You are a cock SLAVE! Get on your knees!"

I thought what harm could it do. It would be fun to play along. I quickly
obeyed his command. He stepped up to my face with his hard teenage cock
sticking in the air. "Suck my cock!"

I cradled his balls in one hand and licking his cock up and down. It felt
so unnaturally strange, sucking my own son's cock.

In the mean time, Jason had worked his way behind me. I felt his busy
little fingers poking and prodding my ass. He was actually finger fucking
me while his brother was ejaculating in my mouth. I really didn't mind. I
hardly taste the sperm mixed with the water in the shower. Jason stepped up
and shoved his little hard cock in my mouth.

"I am the youngest warrior. Suck my cock too!"



We stood in the bathroom drying ourselves off, Jason reached over and
slapped my erect cock on the head.

"What did you do that for," I asked.

"A warrior cock slave can only be milked by the young warriors. You're not
allowed to jerk off."

I nodded. "I see. That means one of you has to do it for me?"

"Yeah," Clark spoke up. "But only when we want to."

As things went, it was just harmless fun we all enjoyed. I had come to
grips with the fact my sons were gay. I wanted them to grow up knowing
their father loved them. In more ways than one.

Then Clark was 14, 5' 9" and weighed 153 pounds. Jason, even though he was
a year younger, he was also one inch taller than his older brother. Hell,
they were both going to outgrow me in another year.

Things took a turn that year in respect to the father sons relationship. I
lost the last bit of control I had over Clark ans Jason. Their
aggressiveness had spread from shower fun to the whole house. They were old
enough to realize they were the dominant figures in the house. Even though
I was their father, they knew I was submissive one. My father was very
dominant. I think the boys inherited that from him.

One Saturday morning I woke up to realize my future fate. I had stayed up
late and I was a sound sleeper. When I woke I was bound to the bed, naked!
I was on my stomach. My hands and legs were tied to the bed rails. I
struggled several minutes, trying to break free of the ropes the boys had
tied me with.

I called out. "CLARK! JASON! Come here. Untie me! Clark! Jason! Do you hear
me?"

They strolled strolled into the room, they both were naked. Their cocks
jutting out in front of them. "I see you finally woke up," Clark said.

"It's not funny, Clark. Untie me."

They both jumped up on the bed next to me. Clark slid his hand up my thigh
all the way to my ass.

"We're gonna do what we wanted to do for a very long time."

I knew what they were thinking. "Clark! Please, Jason. NO! Please This is
really wrong. Masturbation is natural. Anal sex is NOT!"

Suddenly Jason shoved a wadded up pair of socks in my mouth for a gag.

Clark got between my outstretched legs. "We both wanted to fuck your ass a
year ago. And I think you know it."

His fingers slid between the crack of my ass, applying some type of lube. I
couldn't protest any longer with the socks in my mouth. He shifted his
weight and I felt the head of his hard cock nudging against my tight
sphincter. Without warning, the head suddenly popped through. He slowly
slid his whole cock into my bowels. We rocked back and forth on the
bed. Jason was busy pinching and twisting my nipples which was very
painful.

I could not believe my own sons were raping me on the bed. Clark rolled off
me. Jason quickly rammed his stiff cock into my ass and humped away. His
hips slammed against my ass. He rammed me hard as I heard him moaning. He
must have had his orgasm.

"That was everything I thought it would be, dad." Clark said, wiping his
cock off with a towel.

"Real slippery for me," Jason said. "But it really felt great!"

"You boys can untie me now." I said. "I'd like to shower and clean up."

I meekly walked into the bathroom. It was even worse knowing the boys were
watching me. I wanted to hide.

"Come to the kitchen when you're finished," Clark said.

Me and Jason want some breakfast!"

I prepared some cereal for the boys as I usually did. I kept silent, not
wanting to say anything. The boys were talking about going bike riding and
swimming at the municipal pool. "What you got on under your robe, dad?"

"Nothing," I quietly replied.

"Take it off!"

"Yeah, lets see. You look better naked anyway."

I slowly undone my robe and pulled it off. The boys whistled and clapped,
like it was a big event. That even humiliated me more. I wanted to crawl
into a hole. Clark removed his swim trunks, his teenage cock was completely
hard again. He stood by the sink. "Suck me off before I go swimming."

I really had no fight left in me, so I knelt down and took his cock in my
mouth.

"I'm next!" Jason shouted. "It might a couple hours before I'm hard again."

The boys left. I stayed in the nude, cleaning up the house. I thought to my
self I knew I was going to hate puberty. My cock was bouncing up and down
because it was hard. I remembered what Jason had said.

"A warrior cock slave can only be milked by young warriors."

I smiled to myself and rubbed my cock.

"I'll save you for one of the boys." I said to myself.

The taste of their young cocks in my mouth. They were so fresh and hard. I
quickly realized it was all coming true. They had made me a slave to their
cocks. I also realized the had become the dominating force in my life
now. The older they got the more power they would have over me.

By the time Clark was 15 and Jason 14, and I was the cock slave of the
house. That would have not been so bad except for the fact the boys became
more and more into bondage and dominance. They told me to strip and they
tied me to a chair. They put me in front of the computer and did a slide
show of men in bondage. Twice during the show, they shoved their cocks into
my mouth and ordered I suck them.

They made me buy some items on line from a bondage store. One was a leather
hood with blindfold and gag. Also some dildos and vibrators. I was really
shocked at how much stuff there was available for bondage gear. I guessed
there must be thousands of people into that.

Clark and Jason discovered raping me was the best way to keep control. They
could see the change in my nature and my total submission. They would rape
me three or four times a week. Sometimes in the shower, sometimes in my
bed. Sometimes in their room on their bed. In the living room and in the
garage. Worst of all, on the back porch. They knew I feared that most of
all. I would do anything not be fucked on the back porch in the open, for
the whole world to see.

I was tied up naked in a kitchen chair. I was wearing the hood, gag and
blindfold. It was completely black, I couldn't see a thing.  I heard Clark
walked in but with two other voices I didn't recognize.  I didn't know at
the time but it was Paul and Randy. A couple of friends of Clark.

"Here's my dad. He's our cock slave. You can play with him if you
want. Pinch his nipples long enough and his cock will get hard."

Panic set in, I thought my GOD! What is he doing? Who is this he let in the
house?

"You can jerk him off if you like. His balls can hold a lot. I counted one
time when Jason and I jacked him with the vibrator. Twelve times his cock
spit juice. The first six or seven times was the most though."

Paul laughed. "Wow! That is totally cool! You have your dad as a cock
slave? How cool is that?"

"Yeah, I know," Jason said. "He gets real humble when you fuck his ass."

The boys finally noticed my cock was completely stiff from listening to
them.

"Here!" I heard Clark say. "Rub this back and forth over his glans. He'll
shoot in about two minutes. Keep rubbing the vibrator up and down his
cock. He really goes wild over that.

I couldn't speak for everyone, but he was right. The vibrator on my cock
did make me go wild. My body would go into sexual convulsions. That thing
sent vibrations all the way down my cock shaft and into my prostate. The
just held it there, thumping and thumping against my cock. The vibrating
action would prolong my orgasm for what seemed like eternity. At least
that's what my convulsions felt like.

I heard the whirring sound of the vibrator. It was applied to my glans and
rubbed it back and forth. It took only a short time. I rocked back and
forth in the chair, groaning through my gag and dribbling spit down my
chin. My legs were shaking, they held the vibrator at the base of my cock
against my balls. I couldn't see but I could feel the sperm pumping from my
cock.

The voices around me were chanting. "Pump it out! Pump it out! Com'on
that's five! Com'on!"

The vibrator was still going, my stomach muscles were starting to ache from
contracting so much. They were having fun with the vibrator, running it
back and forth over my balls. I think they enjoyed watching my reflex
action as the vibrator thumped over my nuts!

I was untied from the chair and taken into the living room. They listened
to some of their kind of music. I don't know by who, but I was raped twice
on the sofa. They left and Clark removed the hood. I wanted to tell him
about inviting people into the house when I was incapacitated. Like being
helplessly tied naked to a chair however, I said nothing.

"Go take your bath, dad."

As the days passed and turned into weeks, I finally got to meet the
friends. They were Paul and Randy. I knew Paul, but had never met
Randy. Now I was a cock slave to my sons and to their friends. All four of
them sat on the sofa with their stiff cocks in the air. One by one, I went
down the row, sucking and licking everyone. Before I started, they made me
undress so I would be naked all the time.

They liked to use a "humbler" on me. A device that is basically a testicle
cuff. It clamps at the base of the scrotum in the center of a bar. The bar
fits against your thighs just below your ass.

I could only wear this thing while I crawled around on my hand and
knees. If I tried to straighten up or move too fast, the bar would put
pressure my scrotum and tighten around my balls. Not the best device, but I
was humbled by it. The other thing they found neat to do to me was
Electro-stimulation. They would place one ring around my cock just under
the mushroom head. The other ring they would slip around the base of my
cock and balls.

The rings are attached to a small box that delivers electro shocks to the
muscles of the cock and surrounding areas. It was kind of like a vibrator
but took much longer to stimulate ejaculation, At least in me it did. They
tied me to a chair with all the wires attached, then went off to watch TV.

It was a good fifteen minutes before the first orgasm went through me. My
cock just twitched and twitched with each pump of sperm. Finally it shrunk
down and about twenty minutes later, the second orgasm shot through
me. There was not a lot of sperm that time. My cock still twitched and
twitches but only a few drops came out. It didn't matter, the orgasm was
still there strong as ever.

As the boys grew older, I grew weaker. I was 41 now. A grown 41 year old
man. Led around the house, naked on a leash by his cock and balls. Led
around by his two sons like some common Faggot! They allow Paul and Randy
to come over from time to time and use me as well. Yes, that the life I
live now. The boys rape me about every other day. Just to keep me
submissive as their cock slave. I hope it don't end soon....


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