Date: Sat, 18 Mar 2023 12:38:49 -0600 From: Nasty Slut Subject: My Son Becomes My Sex Toy 7 Ok guys, it's been a few months. But I have the next three chapters in the can, working on the fourth. Again, all the usual disclaimers apply about not reading stuff if it's illegal where you live. And it's getting kinkier. Don't say you weren't warned. And as always, Please donate what you can to Nifty!!! You disgusting, sick weirdos!! ______________________________________________ Part 7 We hiked back to camp with me leading Marky by his leashed balls. I kept the nipple clamps on for good measure. It was hard for him, being barefoot with his hands behind his back. But he was valiantly struggling to be my obedient slave, which I was inwardly so proud of him for. After a bit, he stumbled and I heard him say "shit". I just turned and glared at him, letting him know he had just fucked up. He looked at me with disappointment mixed with a little fear. Good. Let him be afraid. After about an hour I needed to piss again. "Do you need to piss slave?" I turned and asked him. "Yes Sir." He automatically responded, forgetting his orders. A fast hard slap caused him to cry out as he lost his balance and fell to the ground. "What did I say?" I yelled at him. "Not a word! Now get on your knees faggot!" Marky struggled but got on his knees. I shoved my cock into his mouth and started pissing. He gulped it all down, afraid I'm sure of angering me further. I pulled out of his mouth and let the last bit of my piss soak his hair and face. Then I took one of our empty water bottles and made Marky piss into it before pouring the contents all over him, covering him with a fresh load of piss. He was starting to really reek with a mixture of teenage hormones, b.o., cum and piss. And my dick liked it. We finally made it back to camp where I untied his hands. I started the truck so I could charge my dying phone, and luckily had just enough bars that I could send out the videos I had made to the family, so they could see Marky's transformation so far. I cracked open a beer and sat down with a joint. Marky started to sit in his chair, but I stopped him. "No." I said. "You're going to kneel next to me." He obeyed without hesitation, as he knew he was already in trouble and shouldn't push his luck. He knelt in silence as I drank my beer and smoked my joint. I'm sure he was disappointed I wasn't sharing with him, but bad slaves don't deserve rewards. I removed one of the clamps and Marky hissed as the blood returned to his nipple, causing him pain. Then I removed the other one as the whore whimpered. I rubbed and pinched his sore little tits as he continued to whine. But he didn't say a word. And his cock sprung to attention. "So bitch." I finally said when the joint was gone. "I gave you two instructions. What was the first one?" "To not say..." Another hard slap across the face silenced him. "To not say anything, whore. Have I given you permission to speak yet?" He shook his head no. "Then why the fuck are you speaking?" He just looked at me timidly. "You will learn son, that as your daddy, your owner, and your Master, I will control your existence whenever you're with me and beyond. You will obey my every command, or suffer the consequences. Do you understand, faggot?" He shook his head in agreement. "Good boy." I commended him. "You have permission to speak again." "Thank you daddy." He responded, falling so neatly into his new place in life. "And what was the other instruction you were given?" I continued. "That I had to come up with a way to show you I understand my place." "And what did you come up with?" I asked, honestly not expecting too much from his 13 yo brain. But then, kids today see everything on the internet, so who knows where his young mind went. "Um, well daddy, I thought that you might enjoy a foot massage." He said meekly. Probably out of fear of disappointing me. But I was pleasantly surprised by his idea. Who knew my little guy was a budding foot slave? Secretly, I was hoping he'd tell me he wanted to be fucked, but I knew he wouldn't just blurt that out. Not yet anyway. I'm sure he figured things were progressing to that point, he wasn't stupid after all, but I'm sure the thought terrified him. So I was happy with the foot idea. "Well son, daddy thinks that's a great idea. But there's something we have to do first. There's the little matter of punishment for disobeying my direct orders." Marky looked a little crestfallen as he realized his mistake wouldn't be ignored. But even the smallest indiscretion can not be ignored. Especially at the beginning of training. So I got up, fished a leather paddle out of my supplies, placed a blanket over a log and sat down, motioning for Marky to come over to me. "Get over my lap boy. Time to accept your punishment." I told him. Now, I haven't spanked my boys since they were really little, and I could see the apprehension in Marky's face. But that was too bad for him. Besides, if my intuition was right, my little pain piggy was going to like this. Maybe too much. He laid across my lap with his little white butt sticking up into the air. I positioned him so his cock and balls, still in the harness, were between my legs. "Ok son," I reassured him, "daddy loves you, but now I'm more than just your daddy. I'm your owner and Master. You are my property, my slave. You agreed to this. Now tell me again what you are." "I'm your property and your slave, Sir." He answered, trembling slightly. "That's right faggot. And like I told you, as my slave you will obey my every order. Or face punishment. Now, I know you're just learning, but I can't tolerate disobedience or failure to follow my orders. Therefore son, I have to issue punishment so you will learn. I'm doing this because I love you and want to make you a better man. Understand?" "Yes daddy." He replied meekly. "Good boy. Now, I'm going to paddle you like a little boy so that you will hopefully learn that I mean business. You will count out loud, every single one. Then you will say, 'Thank you daddy. May I have another? I deserve it Sir.' Do you understand faggot? I won't tell you twice." "I understand daddy." Replied Marky, with fear in his voice. My dick started getting hard as I raised the paddle high in the air and brought it down hard against his tender, young, white flesh. Marky screamed in surprise and pain as the paddle made contact with him. "One!" He shouted. "Thank you daddy. May I have another? I deserve it Sir!" I beamed with pride at my obedient little boy, and admired the bright red mark across his ass from just one swat. After 10, Marky's ass glowed a bright red and his voice was shakey. At 15, he started crying, which just turned me on more. By 20, Marky was a blubbering mess and his ass was a deep crimson. But he never faltered once in his instructions. I was proud of him. I decided that was enough for his first time. I felt his ass and it was red hot. Marky just moaned through his tears as I stroked it. Then I reached between my legs to feel his cock, which was hard as a rock. I knew then for sure my boy was a true pain pig. I stroked his teenage hard on as I rubbed his flaming red ass. "You did so good son." I praised him. "Daddy is very proud of you. You took your punishment like a champ!" "Thank you Sir." He whimpered as I continued rubbing his burning ass. I increased the strokes on his cock and very soon his breathing was becoming faster and more shallow and his body trembled and I knew he was very close to cumming. "Does daddy's little slave boy want to cum? Does my property want to shoot his faggot load?" I goaded him. "Yes please Sir!" He begged. "Please let your faggot slave cum!" "NO!" I shouted, dropping him to the ground. He looked up at me through his tears, his eyes pleading. "Disobedient slaves don't get that pleasure. Besides, there is the matter of a foot massage. If you do a good job, I'll consider it." I said as I walked over to the mattress and laid down. "Now, crawl over here and get started!" I ordered him. "Yes Sir." He replied meekly as he started to crawl on his hands and knees toward me. Seeing my son become my slave further and further made my dick stir. I couldn't believe how easy this all was. When he reached my feet, I tossed him the bottle of lube. "Now, slave." I instructed him, "First kiss my boots, then untie them with your teeth. Then you may remove them and my socks and get to work!" Marky did exactly as he was told, but as soon as he had my socks off, I decided to push things even further. "Before you start rubbing them, I want you to lick them all over." I instructed him. "Every inch of them. Even between the toes." Marky didn't even hesitate, as I'm sure his burning ass told him he better not. Good, I thought, he's learning quickly that I mean business. He started by licking the tops all over before slathering the soles with his teenage tongue. Then he moved on to the toes and sucked and licked between them. I could tell he was really into it as he let out little moans and his dick never went soft. My own dick remained rock hard as well. "Ok you little foot whore." I told him. "Now get to work with your hands. And make daddy feel good!" He grabbed the lube and started rubbing my feet. I swear, I don't know where he learned this from, but he was doing wonders with my feet! I was soon groaning in pleasure as his hands worked them over like he'd been doing this for years. I just closed my eyes and slowly stroked my cock as I let the pleasure wash over me. After maybe 20 minutes, I opened them and looked at my foot slave. He had a look of ecstasy on his face, and his boy cock was still hard as a rock. I decided he had well earned his reward. "Do you want to cum, faggot?" I asked him. "Yes daddy. I do! Please may I cum?" He pleaded. "Yes you may slave. But you have to use my feet to jerk your cock off." Marky didn't even hesitate. He pushed the soles of my feet together and stuck his 5 inches between them and just started fucking. I alternated between watching his dick slide in and out, and the unbridled look of lust on his face. The kid was a born submissive. Soon I could tell he was close to ejaculating. "Cum for me slave, NOW!" I commanded. Marky just threw his head back and let out a long groan as ropes of cum flew out of him, soaking me. I myself was so turned on by my new slave, that I was about to burst. I reached down and grabbed Marky by the hair and forced him onto my cock right as I shot off. He gulped down every drop, and as soon as I was drained, he licked every drop of his own cum off my hairy body. When I was clean, I pulled him up to me and kissed him deeply. He instantly melted into me. We made out for a few minutes before I pushed him off my mouth and just held him tight. "Do you understand why I had to punish you?" I whispered in his ear as I rubbed his sore butt. "Yes daddy. I do." He replied softly. "And I thank you for it." I just squeezed him tighter. "I love you so much, you fucking slut." I whispered.