Date: Wed, 21 Jun 2006 17:30:39 -0700 From: dlacourse Subject: Submissive Father I was never a very strong even when I was young I got pushed around by everyone including my sister. I married a wonderful woman who was strong and dominant. We had two sons and a short time afterwards she caught a viral infection and died suddenly. As the boys grew older I could see they had inherited the dominant gene from their mother. For that I was always glad. They were always competing for the best of something and I feared the day when they would come of age. It began around when Peter was thirteen and John was fourteen. We were playing a favorite game called Military and the boys caught me. They took my wooden rifle then ordered me to kneel with my hands on my head. John pointed his wooden rifle at me. "All prisoners have to strip naked!" I was taken by surprise to say the least. I stared at him in silence then Peter poked me in the back with his wooden rifle. "That means do it right now!" I suppose I could have put a stop to it right then and there by refusing but something made me continue. "All right," I said unbuttoning my shirt. "Are you sure this in the Geneva Convention?" "Keep quiet!" John snapped. "You are my prisoner and not allowed to talk!" I stood there naked in front of them my clothes in a small pile on the floor. "Sit down in that chair," John ordered. Peter tied my hands together behind the chair. "We're going to interrogate you," he said. "We want to know where your army is." I played along but I was uncomfortable sitting naked in the chair. "We have way of making you talk." John reached over and began pinching and twisting my left nipple. Pete began doing the same to my right nipple. "These titty twisters will make you talk!" They didn't make me talk but they did make my dick fully erect. The boys were wide eyed as they watched it grow and I was helpless to stop it. "That's a big hard-on," John said. Peter wrapped his small hand around it and squeezed tight. I was overcome by embarrassment and humiliation. I swallowed hard. "Boys. Boys. We shouldn't do this. It's not proper behavior between father and sons." I don't think they heard a word I said. John was fondling my testicles with one hand and rubbing my dick head with the other. Peter was also rubbing my cock up and down with his small hands. I wanted to make them stop but the sensation was too overpowering. They slowly masturbated me and I allowed it to happen. I groaned and bucked then the semen poured out running down my cock all the way to my balls. I could see by the expressions on their faces they thrilled! They had just made daddy ejaculate. Peter's fingers were covered with the semen. "What the hell is all this stuff?" I felt there was no better time to talk about the birds and bees. "It's sperm, Peter. That's what we men produce to make babies." John jumped in quickly. "Yeah! You fuck the girl in the ass and she has a baby." "That's not true, John. Fuck is not a proper term, John. You have intercourse with the woman. In her vagina your seed and her egg make a baby." "Then home come your seed spilled out all over? Were you trying to make a baby?" Peter asked. "No. I was stimulated. That made me erect. If you play long enough with the erect penis it will ejaculate semen." "Mine does," John said. "It feels good when I jerk off. But I don't have as much come out as you do." "A little bit comes out of mine," Peter said. Military was their favorite game for a period of time and I was happy being the obedient prisoner. I always got tied up, stripped and masturbated. The boys were a little rough at first with my balls. They quickly discovered a firm grip and a hard yank on my testicles would make me do anything. Once again I probably could have stopped it if I had put my foot down and said no but I was selfish. The attention and gratification far outweighed anything else. Like all boys coming of age they enjoyed masturbation and sexual exploration. The interrogation chair was kept in the garage. I would be tied in it naked with my arms pinned behind and my legs spread wide open. This allowed them easy access to my genitalia. It was fun to tie my cock and balls up with a rope. It would turn purple the veins would stand out and it would stay hard for a long time. They soon discovered the vibrator and experimented with my cock. They held it tight down on the glands of my cock and it drove me wild. The constant fast thumping sent waves of enjoyment all the way down to my prostate. They just kept rubbing it up and down even after the ejaculation. I guess they enjoyed the spasms it put me through. They would stand between my open legs yanking their little dicks intensely. For whatever reason, I don't know why, they enjoyed letting their semen drop all over my cock. It must have been some domination thing with them. Soon one thing led to another and they experimented with new ideas. They discovered poking their fingers up my ass was fun. That was soon replaced by poking their hard cocks up my ass. By the time Peter was fourteen and John was fifteen going on sixteen, I could see their dominant side beginning to take effect. They soon became more aware of my submissive demeanor which I knew they would eventually. Masturbating on my cock was no longer any fun. Now it had to be on my face. The boys were getting older now and more aggressive. Oral sex was now the new exciting thing for them. It was the first time I sucked a penis and it was quite arousing for me. Most all our sexual playing took place on the weekends it was by no means 24/7 relationship. During the week I had work to concentrate on and the boys had school and homework. That left us only the weekends for our fun time. They still loved to role play. Perhaps it was the only way they could get past the father son thing. If I were to take on the character of someone else, then I was not a father figure anymore. It made it easier for them to take control of situation. I was going too sent away on the internet for some gear but the boys preferred to use what ever was handy. The only thing they let me buy was a dildo vibrator and a vibrating cock ring. They tied me in a chair with the vibrating dildo in my ass and the vibrating ring around my cock head. They turned them all on and left me for about an hour. The batteries finally wore down but not before I was ejaculated three times. The last time I was completely dry, no sperm came out at all. That was one night I was a little sore and ready for bed early. Kidnapped. Mad Scientists. Prisoner. Robbers. Hostage. Just to name a few of their favorite role-playing games. This is how it went one weekend we played robbers. Early Saturday morning the boys crept into my bedroom, overpowered me and tied me up. All the time they taunted me with the fear of rape. My pajamas came off. My underwear came off and my legs tied wide apart. Their teenage cocks completely ravished me and their sexual conquest was complete. I was now going to be a victim of their sexual imagination. The humiliation of the bathroom came first. I stood in the hot shower urinating while Peter slapped me on the ass, urging me to hurry up. It's awkward to take a shower with your arms bound behind your back. John knew I wanted to be masturbated but he never touched my dick except to soap it up and to dry it off. Peter grabbed my by the balls and led me downstairs to the kitchen. The boys had cereal while I was made to kneel under the table with John's cock in my mouth. I had to hold it there until he was done. Then I moved to Peter and did the same until he was finished. I was forty four by now and my sons were surprised by how many times I could get hard and stay hard. Being young and full of hormones, it was easy for them to ejaculate more quickly and more frequent. With me ejaculation was not that quick but they liked that because they could play with me a lot longer. Sometimes they made my cock sore from yanking on it so long. However, the vibrator was the one thing that could make me ejaculate quickly. It didn't matter if I was hard or not or even if I had any semen. The constant thumping stimulated my glands to a point and I was off! I don't know if being a submissive father was a good thing or a bad thing. I know I sure enjoyed the time with my two sons. I seemed to keep them out of trouble. They both went on to college and took on professional jobs so I guess I didn't do all that bad. END.