Father's Love

Chapter 1

“So will you start stripping? If not, please leave and stop bothering me. I have better things to attend to.”

How did I even end up here? A year ago, I just married the love of my life, moved to a new place to try my luck, and then just a few months ago was over the moon with the idea of having my first child. But why the hell did my child have to be born premature and have plenty of complications? Why my poor girl?

“Yes… Good, remove your shirt slowly. Oh, and don’t close your eyes, I want you to look at me.”

Damn it. And I thought this man would be different. Rich philanthropists with a big heart for the kids they say. I bet he plays with those sick orphans he supposedly helps. Fuck you. I just have to take everything for my family’s sake, after all, when everything is done, things will go back to normal.

“How often do you go to the gym?”

“4 times a week.”

*whack*

“Didn’t I tell you to address me as a sir or master?”

“4 times a week sir.”

I can feel my face burning thanks to that slap, not because it is fucking painful - well yes it is more painful than I expected to receive from a thin frail looking fag, but because I can’t do anything about it. I just wanna punch him so hard. But no, I need his dirty fucking money.

“You seem naturally hairy, but you trim it to look groomed, I’m afraid that will have to stop in the future. I want my men ragged, not faggy… Good muscle definition, but maybe with a better diet, the abs will be more visible? Hmm… Pits have a very musky smell; now that is a good manly scent... Nipples are dark for someone who is white, soft and stretchy too, good good... Now I want you to tweak your nipples for me.”

Fuck. Nothing is more humiliating than having a fag look and touch you like a livestock. I almost punched him when his hands creeping in my abdomen went up and touched my nipple. Never in my life have I thought that I will end up doing this, me caressing my nipples like a cheap whore in front of a fucking faggot.

“Are you a faggot? Then why are you just rubbing your nipples and being a tease? You gotta pull and twist it. Like this fag. Now do it yourself.”

Goddammit! That is a fucking titty twister. Never knew it fucking hurts. What’s worse is I have to do it myself too and it fucking hurts. One, two, three, four, five… twelve… eighteen.

“Oh my, are you crying? Are you gay?”

*whack*

“Why won’t you answer, are you gay?”

“No I am not gay sir.”

“Well, then let’s try to change that. Now remove your shoes and socks slowly.”

My nipples hurt like hell. And I can’t even fake it with how closely he watches. I just have to endure everything for a while.

“Give that sock to me… Now that is a scent... You are a very dirty pig Lewis. Are you a dirty pig Lewis, that gets off on musk?”

“No sir, I was not able to change because I have to stay at the hospital to watch over my wife and daughter.”

“Well then be a dirty pig and put this sock into your mouth.”

I wanna throw up really badly. The taste is bad as you would expect from a 3 day worn sock. But worse than the taste is the texture - the fucking crust. I feel fucking pathetic. My bare feet on the concrete floor are making me shudder already. It is fucking weird how simply being barefoot makes you feel small and vulnerable. God know what this evil fucker will do next.

“Why are you crying again, you told me you weren’t a faggot. I’m gonna ask again, are you a fucking faggot?”

“No sir, I am not a faggot”

*whack*

“Who told you to remove the socks fag? Keep it in your mouth. Go remove your pants fag.”

Fuck you. I know this bitch would have slapped me if I didn’t answer. Damned if you do, damned if you don’t. Being difficult just to be difficult. Fucking heartless fag.

I guess this is it. You can do this Lewis. The belt buckle I undid easily, removing the belt from the waistband is not difficult either. But with my button, the fucking button you pop on or off everyday which you don’t even put a thought into, feels different now. The zipper which I pull up or down without care, often hastily even, now I pull with such delicateness. If only this moment could last any longer. 

And all that is left is to pull down my pants. It kinda starts to dawn on you that there is no turning back. I wish everything would end here, but this sick freak, I’m sure, will do things much worse later. What will I become? A faggot? A prostitute? No, nonsense, after I get this fag’s money and paid the hospital bills, all things will end up in their right places. I will forget everything that happened here. All I did was borrow money from some friend with an extremely long due date. I will live a full happy life with my family soon. I can see it.

“The fag is gonna cry again? What is this amateur hour? You know, nothing turns me on than a muscular hairy man crying while doing a strip tease. But go and hurry, pig, it was hot the first few minutes, but now it is getting boring.”

I didn't even notice the tears falling from my eyes. I guess there is no more stalling allowed. It feels different pulling my pants down, and lifting each of my legs to remove them. Even if I still have my underwear on, I feel naked already. The air isn’t even cold but I feel like shivering. I keep thinking I am doing this for my family, but it doesn’t erase the fact that I’m being treated and acting like a cheap whore right now.

Yeah this faggot likes what he sees, I know he is trying to hide that smile and trying on keeping a face of indifference, but I know these faggots, they all just wanna gobble and choke on a dick.

“Funny how I guess correctly that you will be wearing tighty-whities. Very typical. Go and put your hands behind your head.”

The faggot went up behind my back and started caressing my legs, from my knees to my thighs. He made sure to do it slowly, stopping a few inches away from my inner thigh. He then started to grind my ass with his hard on while continuing to my inner thigh, then started teasing the edges of my dick and balls. Fucking faggot. Getting hard from the misery of others, can’t put into words how much I loathe this evil bastard.

“What a hairy pig, your pubes are even peeking from your briefs. And look, Mr. Straight here is getting a chub purely from getting his thighs caressed by a man? And are you getting hot? You are starting to get sweaty pig.”

Fuck, this is my nightmare. No matter even if I think of grandma’s saggy tits, any stimulation would get me on edge. Of course I would get a hardon. I can’t fuck my wife during her pregnancy, nor did I had an enough time to do it myself in the last few months. If only I knew what this faggot would. If only I knew that he isn’t some benevolent charitable fellow.. If only I could get help from anyone..

I don’t know what this gay is doing to me, but all I know is I can’t keep this up for long. This fag is making me crazy. I don’t know what he is doing but it is making my body hot. The fag’s hand fondling the place between my asshole and balls, while his other hand is rubbing my pits as well as my still sore and sensitive nipples. The fag is even licking my neck and ears. Fuck.. Fuck.. Fuck.. I’m going to.. Fuck!

“What a slut. I barely touched your dick and you came already?”

Fucking humiliating. What’s bad is I keep on ejaculating with this fag’s hand still aggressively fondlingthe place between my ass and balls, while the other hand continues to pinch my nipples, and worse him still licking and sucking my neck and ears. My cum is soaking out the fabric of my briefs already. I want to stop. I want him to stop. I can’t even understand the insults he is hurling anymore. Probably along the lines of what a fag I am to cum from having my ass fondled, by a man nonetheless. Hell cumming while being kiss in the neck by fag is probabbly more humiliating.

You know how ejaculation makes you feel good, this time I only feel shame. I don’t know how long it took, maybe 3, or maybe 4, or maybe more ejaculations, I finally stopped. My treated like a cow to be milked by a faggot.

I’m still shaking from the ejaculations when he squeezed my nuts so hard, it made me bite hard on the socks, releasing the horrid taste again and waking me up from whatever state I was in.

“You whore. I didn’t even say you can cum, but like a bitch in heat, you went crazy with a single caress on your thighs. What a fucking animal. Hell, you are lower than an animal. Go remove your briefs slut.”

As I am pulling down my last piece of clothing that is hiding my shame from this fag, I can feel my briefs are still wet, many of the cum still haven’t dried on either the inside and outside of my briefs, some I see and feel are still clinging on my bush. Of course some had already turned crusty. And the fucking worse is that my dick is still hard. This fag won’t surely miss this opportunity to shame me further.

“Do you want me to slap you again? Don’t cover your dick. Put your hands behind your head again… Indeed you are very hairy, that bush puts to shame the men you only see in vintage pornos… Now, now, I was actually expecting more from someone with your tall stature, that seems roughly 4 to 5 inches.. Is it hidden by your pubes? Let’s just confirm it with a measuring tape… 4.3 inches. Really a letdown… On the good side, it is very thick and fat… Oh my 5.8 inches… Very plump indeed… And uncut, well I gotta thank your parents for that, and a bit of extra loose skin still despite the hard on... Hmm, seems like the foreskin isn’t easily retractable, a mild case of phimosis? Explains the cum stuck inside… and well these fucking disgusting gunk… Such a nasty pig.”

A fag freely fondling my body like some lowly goods on the market while fucking degrading and insulting me like a lowly animal while buck naked with my hand behind my head. Not being able to defend myself physically or verbally. Fuck, my dick size has always been a sore spot ever since I was a teen. Hell the way my foreskin hurts a bit to fully pull back is another one too. I’ve definitely seen him smirk when I winced when he pulled it back.

I just wanna bury myself and sleep everything away. I don’t even know how much time has passed, but I felt like I’ve been here for an eternity. I can’t put into words the humiliation I am experiencing right now. Hell I can feel my cheeks burning from both anger, shame, and most of all - disgust, both to this fag and myself. 

How I wish I shaved everything. Maybe a small win against this fucking faggot. Maybe I won’t be in this predicament if he didn’t like the way I looked? Fuck. I try to keep myself neat and groomed. But besides my wife who is still in the hospital who is still not allowed to fuck, more so to stand up per doctor’s orders, no one is going to see my privates. So I just used the electric shaver on my chest and abdomen, and kept a stubble.

“Is that a fucking precum? You do really enjoy a man’s touch, go remove the socks on your mouth pig.”

Although I’ve almost gotten used to the taste to black it out after a while, the way it forces me to open my mouth is painful. But I don’t think this fag have any shred of kindness. What unspeakable thing will he make me do next? *whack* Fuck, this bitch just slapped my dick hard. How does he have so much strength when he looks frail?

“A slave always thanks their master. Know your place, slave.”

“Thank you sir.”

“Good, now tell me why did you cummed so much from a man’s touch?”

“Because I haven’t ejacu-”

*whack*

“Because I haven’t ejaculated in months”

*whack* *whack*

“Because I haven’t ejaculated in months sir”

*whack* *whack* *whack*

“You better answer correctly next time. Full and complete, because I will make sure what I will do next if I don’t like your answer is something you won’t like. I know you are dumb, but can’t you use even a tiny fraction of that brain of yours pig?

Fuck. My dick and balls hurt so much. This fucking mindgames, I already knew what he wanted me to say I just didn’t want to give in. Take a deep breath Lewis, and just eat your pride Lewis, you are doing this to save your family.

“Because I’m a faggot, and I like it when master touches my penis, balls, nipples and ass. As well as licking my neck and ears. And I got off when master touched the area between my asshole and balls. Thank you sir for letting me cum.”

“What a fucking faggot, the answer I was only waiting for you to say is because master is good. I didn’t expect you to enumerate what gets you off. You filthy pig. Also, the spot between your balls and pussy is called taint, you ignorant slut.”

My face is burning red. This fag won’t break me. I know what he is doing, I know what I am doing, and I know what I am doing all of this for. I am strong, and I will weather this. No doubt this man is a serial abuser. Preying on others who have the same predicament as me. He is experienced, but I can do everything for my family.

“Now go pick your briefs and lay on the table on your back.”

I tried to walk slowly. I’m not dumb, I have some inkling of what he will do next. Fuck. He, no doubt, will do that, my ultimate shame. Fucked by a faggot. Why is the healthcare fucking expensive? Fuck the President! I’m getting fucked by everyone. If only… then I won't be in here suffering. As I mount the table, I feel only helplessness. Fuck, just finish this. Everything can be washed away and forgotten.

“Good pig! Now go raise your legs… Now that is a hairy ass,  can barely see your pussy hole… Good lord, the scent… Typical men being dirty pigs… Well, I want you to finger your pussy, but since I am a good man, I will let you lube up your finger and ass with your cum. I hope they haven’t all dried up yet.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck… If he just fucked me it would have been better, but to finger my ass, and with my cum as lube? Hell this position is embarrassing enough. Fine, I just gotta go with everything, just do what he says, I won’t think any further.

Almost everything in the briefs, both inside and outside had dried up, save a few spots that are still slimy, picking it up is humiliating already, but spreading my cum around my asshole is a lot more worse. I don’t know if it is lubed up enough, but everyone knows the more lube you got, the easier it will be, not sure if the less pain received will be cancelled out by the shame of having my own cum inside my ass though. 

Still not confident that my finger will slide up easily enough, I picked up a few cum that still hasn't dried yet from my pubes. A final wipe on my middle finger of the few cum I’ve recovered, and a final circular motion around my hole. Then I took the plunge. It hurts… It fucking hurts... My only solace is I am looking at the plain white ceiling, and not seeing the face of that fag who is no doubt smiling with glee.

“What a filthy pig. Go continue, I didn’t tell you to just stick up your finger your ass. Now go raise your head and look at me, and don’t be ashamed, let out your moans, and  while you are at it, go suck your other hand’s fingers… Show me how much of a whore you are.”

Fuck, he knows I can take the pain, but the humiliation is what I hate the most. I almost forgot it, but when my fingers touched my tongue, I knew it; and I bet this is the reason why he ordered me too - my other hand’s fingers still have cum when I use it to spread the cum on my other hand. First time in my life I am tasting a cum, at least it is my own.

I choked and gagged. I’ve heard people always say the taste is horrible, it is indeed true, it tastes bitter and metallic. I wanna vomit, but I know it will just make things worse. I don’t know the ends of this fag’s perversion.

And I have to moan too, like a bitch in heat… which is fairly easy because the pain from having a finger entering and exiting my ass hurts, I just didn’t make a sound earlier because I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. Fucking shameful still, but the worse of all, I have to fucking see his face and stare at him. The fag, standing there, drinking his tea as if what I am doing is normal. Like I am some kind of an entertaining show.

“You gotta go deeper than that pig. Do add in a second finger up your pussy too you whore.”

When I inserted the second finger I wasn’t even able to control my voice, and did really let out a loud moan. It sounded pathetic, but I can’t help it, it fucking hurts. Seeing him smirk further adds to my torment and shame. But everything is nothing compared… to getting a hard on. I don’t know what happened. I’m not even touching my dick. All I did was insert another finger and go deeper. Did he fucking put a drug on me? He drugged me right? No way… No… No…

“Don’t stop! Continue! I won’t hear any excuses”

No… This can’t be happening. I’m not gay. I only fucked women… Hell, I am even a father now to a baby girl. But why, I can feel it, I am close to ejaculating again. I can feel it. My legs are shaking, and my balls are getting tensed… fuck am I going to really cum with my own finger up my ass? No… No…

“Yes, shake more you filthy pig. Cumming solely from fingering your ass with your own cum as a lube. Or maybe it is tasting your own cum that gets you off? What a total slut. Having an orgasm without touching your dick. That is very gay Lewis. Now be a good pig and scoop up all your cum and eat them.”

I feel defeated. What the fuck happened? Why did I cummed? Fuck that is a question for later. For I still have to do this humiliating task. Despite still shaking and tensed from my orgasm, I sat up at the table and began to scoop the semen that shot up as high as my chest. I started with the few that went up my nipples, going down the ones stuck near my happy trail, then the ones on my pubes, and the few that dribbled on my balls. I just swallowed everything in one big gulp. Despite doing it fast, the horrible taste of cum already in my mouth is nothing to the fresh cum. The texture being slimy makes it feel even weirder to swallow.

“Now, now, we are almost finished. But I think you should clean your other hand too. I don’t want to send you home with that dirty finger. That is very unhygienic. Suck everything clean pig.”

Shit. Literal shit. I didn’t even notice it all. But there in my two fingers, are shit. Not plenty, but still a shit. There are even a few hairs stuck to the shit and dried cum. I just gotta do it fast. As I near the finger up my mouth, the smell made me gag. It is indeed horrible… and smells like shit. It made me tear up with how disgusting it is. It is only the smell, how worse would the taste be?

“Pig, the sooner you do that, the sooner you will be able to leave. And frankly, although your show has been enjoyable, I have other things I need to attend to. I am a busy man you see. So go, and suck those fingers clean pig.”

I don’t know when I started crying, but I’m now. I don’t even care anymore. The little pride I still have by not giving him the satisfaction of not crying is nothing when I eat my shit. Lewis the Shit Eater… I don’t know why I ended up here. I’m average at best, but I am respectable in my community, work, and family. I’m not a saint, but I didn’t do anything that warrants this karma. Hell I’m starting to doubt if there is any god out there. Why my wife? Why my baby girl? Why me?

Bitter. Garbage. Slimy. Chunky. Disgusting. I just want to blackout right now, maybe it will force myself to numb my taste buds, as well as forget the memory of eating my own shit. The taste fucking lingers. Then there’s still the few wiry pubes sticking in my finger. And I have to swallow them too. I feel helpless, useless, and weak. Why did I lessen myself to a cheap whore. No, I’m worse than those cheap hookers, at least they didn;t have to eat shit.

“Good pig. Now that you are clean, you can go dress yourself. Oh wait, I forgot that you cummed on your underwear. Sadly my water here is too precious for a pig like you. Why don’t you clean that up with your tongue too? I bet you would enjoy it too.”

I’m still crying and shaking. The taste is so repugnant and I don’t think it will be gone no matter how much you wash your mouth. The only thing making me move forward is that I know I have to do this for my family. Putting my briefs in front of my mouth, the smell, even though also horrible, is a thousand times better than the one still lingering in my mouth. I would be lying if I didn't say that I welcome the taste of cum on my tongue. I don’t care anymore about the pubes clinging on the fabric or dried cum, I just licked everything clean, hell I even tried to bury my tongue in the fabric to scrape away the shit still lingering taste still lingering in my mouth. The bitter taste of my cum is preferable over shit any time of the day.

“What a fucking pig. I didn’t expect you to suck your underwear clean with much enthusiasm. Very well, you earned it. My assistant will be in touch to send you the money, as well as the instructions I will have for you if you want to continue this arrangement. Now be a good pig and go away.”

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“What a fine piece of man he is. I certainly hope that his family does not get well soon… Why am I even bothering leaving it to chance? When I myself can ensure his family will stay far longer?”