Date: Wed, 18 Oct 2023 22:21:42 -0600
From: Nasty Slut <nastyslutinmt@gmail.com>
Subject: My son becomes my sex toy-13

As I climbed into my truck, I shot Marky a look that said, you better not
say a fucking word. He just cowered against the door.

"What am I going to do with you, bitch?" I asked rhetorically. "You came
yet AGAIN without permission. You obviously didn't learn after your last
punishment." Marky just sniffled as he fought back tears. "Crying will do
no good. Now I need to come up with a punishment that will REALLY stick
with you. Plus, a punishment for questioning me about the speedos."

I removed the clamps and reached between his legs and pulled out the
plug. I wanted his ass to tighten back up. "For now, sit on the truck
floor. You don't deserve to sit on the seat." Marky obeyed, but was still
sniffling a bit. I could tell he was really worried about this
punishment. We drove back in silence while I mulled over a few ideas.

I ruled out another whipping or beating for a couple reasons. One, I
didn't want anymore marks on his body for the plans I had in the very
near future. And two, the fucking pig liked them too much. You can't use
beatings as punishment when it just turns a faggot on. No, future
beatings will just be for my amusement. I had to come up with something
that would really make an impression. By the time I pulled into camp, I
had a pretty good idea.

It was just after one, and the guys were coming at four. So that gave me
three hours to torment the bitch. I decided on an uncomfortable bondage
position, and in no time flat, I had the little faggot hog tied. I made
sure to really pull his arms back so he felt every muscle strain. Then I
gagged him and blindfolded him. Then to really fuck with his head, I put
sound proof headphones on him that I connected to my phone. I put on one
of those hypno videos, a real nasty one, on an endless loop. He was
blocked out from the rest of the world, with only sick and perverted
thoughts being fed to his brain. (I would check his circulation
occasionally, and feed him some poppers)

Then I rummaged through his duffel bag til I found what I just knew would
be there. His Nintendo Switch. Like most teenage boys, this was his most
prized possession. He took it everywhere. He had wanted it so badly, and
begged and pleaded for it. Destroying it in front of him will certainly
make a point! Now I just had to kill time.

I grabbed his phone and hooked it up to the truck charger. Now, normally
I would have respected his privacy and not gone through it, but those
days were now over. Luckily his mom and I forced him to use a certain
pass code so we could get into it in case of emergency. Well, this was an
emergency. I had to know what secrets he was hiding in there. And the
first place I went was his photos.

And boy was I glad I did. He didn't back up his pics to the cloud, so
this was the only way I would ever see them. And what I found was very
interesting. Among all the standard stuff of his friends, I found lots of
pics of him posing shirtless, posing naked, and of course, dick pics. He
even had several of his feet. These didn't surprise me as much as the
others. I found pics he had secretly taken in the locker room of his
naked classmates. I found pics he had secretly taken of Kyle, mostly
while asleep, including a couple where Kyle's night time erection proudly
stuck out of his boxers. But most interesting, I found pics of me and
Brian. Lots of them. Pics of us asleep. (We both slept naked, so there
were lots of close ups of our cocks) Pics of us in the shower. Even pics
of us on the toilet. Yup, my son was one sneaky little pervert. But in a
way, I was proud of him.

Then I checked his videos. I was hardly surprised to find a few of him
jerking off. What surprised me was the hard-core bdsm ones, the gangbang
ones, and the straight up just fucking ones. For one thing, they were all
gay. So Marky had been hiding this secret for a while. The other thing
was, they all featured older daddy types with young guys. Not a single
one had two young guys doin it. He certainly had a type! The fucking
whore! He even had a lot of interracial ones, but the white guy was
always submitting to the black guys. So little Marky craved some BBC.
Good to know.

I searched around to see if he had been communicating or sexting with
anyone. I couldn't access his email, but his messages were quite
revealing. There were several conversations with obviously much older
men. Very explicit conversations. These men knew he was 13, and weren't
afraid of revealing their nastiest fantasies of what they wanted to do to
and with Marky. And Marky responded with equally nasty messages. Pics
were exchanged on both sides. I was hard as a rock reading these messages
and decided I would make Marky follow through with these guys instead of
just teasing them.

I tried to find out where he was meeting these men, but Marky had erased
his browser history. The one smart thing he did. Finally, I sent Kyle one
of Marky's dick pics with the message, 'Like what you see?' just to see
what kind of response I would get. It only took a few minutes for Kyle to
reply with his own dick pic. 'Ha-ha homo. You're the one who wants to
suck this.' the message said. I pondered for a moment. Was this just
teenage hijinks? Or did Kyle suspect that Marky was indeed gay. Teenage
boys can be very intuitive when it comes to sexuality. I knew I should
leave it at that, but I couldn't help myself. 'Whatever fag. Even if I
wanted to suck it, your boyfriend wouldn't let me.' I responded. 'It
would take a lot of booze and weed to let some dude smoke my pole.' Kyle
retorted. 'Ha-ha. You just admitted you'd let a dude suck you!' I shot
back. 'Fuck you!' Kyle answered. Maybe one day, I thought to myself. With
any luck.

By this time it was getting close to four. I downloaded the hypno vid to
his phone and switched them so mine could charge. And I wanted to make
sure it was still playing when the guys arrived to make sure Marky didn't
hear a thing. I arranged a final few things and waited. At exactly five
minutes after four, their truck pulled into our campsite. I walked up to
meet them, so I could make sure they stayed as quiet as possible, and was
very surprised to see two additional men with them. Well, when I say men,
I really mean teenagers.

"These are my boys, Travis and Trent. I thought we'd surprise you with a
couple more cocks." Clay explained.

"Oh sure." I said. "The more the merrier. But I didn't know you had
kids."

"Yup, just two. They've been living with their mama all these years. She
just got sent to jail, so they were sent to me. Gonna teach em the family
business. Travis is 17. Trent is 16. I also thought I'd better teach them
what faggots are for!" He laughed.

"Yea!" Travis chimed in. "Dad says faggots are better than women cause
you can do anything you want to them cause they like it. And it doesn't
make you gay!"

I laughed too at this unexpected turn. Then I greeted the other two men
that I already knew very well. Bo and Duke. Even though they were all
brothers, and in their late 30's, they all came from different mothers.
Whereas Clay was a mountain of a man, Bo took after his father. Even had
the same stringy hair and beard. Duke was shorter and built stocky.

I explained how the evening would start, and they were all good with it.
Punishment first. Then some general abuse before the fucking started. The
men all cracked open a beer as I untied my son. Marky groaned in pain as
his limbs moved for the first time in three hours. I didn't give him much
recovery time though before I was yanking him to his feet. I led him
still gagged and blindfolded, with the headphones on, to the spot he was
strung up earlier. Very quickly I had him tied spread eagle again. I
removed the gag and Marky moved his sore jaw around. Then I removed the
headphones and blindfold. It took Marky a few seconds to get his bearings
and realize there were 6 other men staring at his naked, strung up body.

"What's going on daddy? Who are these people?" He asked with a tinge of
fear in his voice. I slapped him hard across his face.

"First of all, from here on out, you will not speak unless you are asked
a direct question, or told to speak. Understand faggot?" Marky nodded his
head. "Good. Second of all, who these men are is of no concern to you.
They are here to party, and you are the party favour. You will address
them as Sir, and obey their every command. Tonight you have seven
Masters. Understand whore?" Marky nodded his head again.

"Now," I continued, "We have the matter of a couple of punishments. Can
you tell your Masters why your ass was beaten earlier?"

Marky hung his head in shame and mumbled, "Because I came without
permission."

"I'm sorry. What was that faggot? We couldn't hear you." I chastised him.
"Speak up and look at us when you're addressing your superiors."

Marky raised his head toward us and loudly proclaimed, "Because I came
without permission, Sirs!" Travis and Trent giggled and poked each
other.

"Notice how it's dick is getting hard?" I asked the teens. "That's
because humiliation turns lowly faggots on." I explained before turning
back to Marky. "Since a hard beating doesn't seem to help you remember,
maybe this will." I held up Marky's Switch. Marky started to object, but
quickly stopped himself. I picked up a hammer, set the Switch on a log,
and smacked it several times as it shattered into pieces. "Now maybe
you'll control your orgasms better!" Tears streamed down Marky's visibly
upset face.

"Look at the faggot crying!" Laughed Travis, as he pointed and ridiculed
Marky. "What a pathetic piece of shit! And look, it's little dick is even
harder!" All the men laughed at this. And sure enough, Marky's cock was
sticking straight out.

"Now slut." I addressed Marky again. "Tell your Masters what your next
punishment is for."

Marky looked right at the men, and his cock was sticking straight up. "I
questioned my Masters order, Sirs!"

"Is that something a slave should ever do?" I asked.

"No Sir. It is not." He replied.

"And tell us why that is." I prodded.

Marky paused for a moment before answering. "Because I am inferior, Sirs.
I'm just a lowly, pathetic faggot." His dick pulsed as he said the words.
"My Masters always know what's best for me. It is not my place to
question my superiors." I was so proud of my faggot son, I could almost
burst.

"Holy shit this is awesome!" Travis exclaimed.

"Very good slave." I commended Marky. "But that doesn't lessen your
punishment. And this one will be a group effort." The guys all cheered.
"Each Master will stand in front of you. You will look them in the eye,
and repeat what you just said. Then, they will administer one hard kick
to your balls." The guys cheered even louder at this. I almost felt sorry
for Marky, as there were two more Masters than originally planned.
Almost. "Let's start with Trent."

"Hot damn!" He exclaimed, jumping up. "Let's hear it faggot!"

Marky looked into Trents eyes. Eyes that were only three years older than
him, but superior in every way. "I am inferior, Sir." He began as his
rock hard dick throbbed in his humiliation. "I'm just a lowly, pathetic
faggot. My Master always knows what's best for me. It's not my place to
question my superior."

"Damn straight it ain't, faggot!" Trent declared as he raised his boot
up. Then with a grunt, he kicked forward, landing squarely on Marky's
little boy balls. Marky howled as he doubled over as far as the ropes
would allow. But his cock stayed rock hard.

"You're next Travis."

"This is so fucking awesome! I wish I had a faggot to abuse years ago!"
He said as he took his place in front of Marky. Travis got right in
Marky's face and you could see the gleam in his eye. "All right you
queer." He said in an icy cold tone. "Debase yourself for me." The slave
repeated the same words as before to his second superior teenage Master.
"You're a fucking disgusting piece of shit!" He said right before he spit
in Marky's eye. I liked his improvisation. He then landed his boot right
on target. Marky screamed and thrashed, but was helpless. And still his
dick stayed hard. Travis laughed as he sat back down and I realized I had
just witnessed the birth of a sadist.

I picked Clay next. After Marky said his required words, Clay said, "You
deserve this and more." before slapping him across his face. Then he
kicked Marky as hard as he could. Marky started crying, but his dick
still did not go down. This was not lost on the guys as they marveled at
how much pain turned him on.

Duke was next, and he gave Marky's dick a hard backhanded slap before his
ball kick. This time Marky vomited a bit, but still stayed hard. Duke
scooped up some of the vomit and smeared it across Marky's beautiful
young face.

Bo took his turn and pried Marky's mouth open, hocking a big loogie into
it before Marky could say his lines. Then after his boot nailed Marky's
little balls, Marky threw up some more. But his hard dick leaked precum.

When Earl stepped up, he first tied off Marky's nutsack, wrapping a
string around and around until his balls were pulled very tought. Then
when he delivered his kick with his steel toed boots, Marky screamed and
babbled something incoherent, but his hard dick just leaked more. Travis
cheered from the audience.

I finally stood in front of my baby boy. He hung there, his face streaked
with tears and puke, vomit on his chest, breathing hard. He said his
words, and before I kicked his battered balls, I told him how proud I was
of him for taking his punishment. He whispered, "Thank you daddy." Right
before letting out a final scream as my boot nailed him hard.

I untied him and he collapsed in a heap on the ground. I rolled him over
to see that his cock was as hard as ever. Fucking pain pig! I took out my
dick and started pissing on him. The other six guys joined in, showering
my son from head to toe in golden nectar. Marky just smiled and rubbed it
all over himself as he murmured, "Thank you Sirs." Over and over. I know
this was breaking the no speaking rule, but I let this one slide, seeing
how happy my bitch was.