His shit son

His shit son - Chapter 2 – TAKE IT LIKE A MAN.

Even in the hardest conditions life can be a chant to beauty, love and friendship. What if the story of Pygmalion had not been accurately told and it is the multimillionaire who decides to stay on the streets with the beggars? Have a look at either of my blogs for free, originally written in Spanish, you can find Luces de la Tierra here: luces-delatierra.blogspot.com and then translated into English as Lights of the Earth, here: lightsoftheearth.blogspot.com

He asked me to come closer. I had told myself that I would take everything like a man, but I was terrified. I felt that he was not going to hesitate and raised his foot. Instinctively I closed my eyes and with eyes shut I finally felt his kicking my balls. All my life did change in that moment. I knew it could never be the same again. I felt it coming. It was excruciating pain as I had never felt before, but suddenly I knew that was what I needed. I could not control myself. As fire rose up my dick, I knew well it was an awful time to cum before my father but I could do nothing. Semen was already bursting and as a layer of oblivion of the man I had felt I was earlier, it came gushing out and covering the floor with the biggest amount of cum I had erupted in my life. I was totally red but I opened my eyes.

-What do you have to tell me now, Tyler, my shit son? You came with my shit and now a second time when I have kicked your balls.

-I don’t know what to say, dad. Maybe it is true I am your shit son. But all I can say now is thank you. Do what you want now. I will take everything like a man. You can be sure.

-I won’t kick your balls again but your balls will keep on suffering.

And suddenly he came to me, took my balls in his hands and squeezed them. The pain was too much and it made me spontaneously lie on the floor. He kept on squeezing, even my dick a little, which was curiously hard after two orgasms. It hurt me but I wanted him to go on.

-You seem to be enjoying the pain, cause you’re hard. I will keep on squeezing your balls, you’re lucky I will do nothing else to your dick.

-Dad –I said in the midst of that excruciating pain. I could not help but cry, but I would not protest-, there is something I still don’t understand. You are wondering whether at the end of the day I will feel ashamed or proud. But can I be proud if I am punished earlier?

-You have to live first purification through pain. The pain itself will make you discover who you are. I know you don’t understand me now, Tyler, but you will. So far you seem to be enjoying this, though you are crying –he was squeezing my balls real hard now.

-I have to cry, Dad. It’s really painful. But I won’t tell you not to punish me or protest. I’ll take it like a man. You can go on. But dad, what would you think of me if at the end of the day I draw the conclusion that I am gay?

-It would be just the same for me, Tyler, believe me. I will love you just the same and of course you can tell me, but I will never punish you for that. I would be a brute if I would punish something that is not punishable, like your sexual orientation. If I didn’t accept you the way you are, I would not be a good father. Don’t think that of me. Right now you are my shit son and I am punishing and purifying you for something different.

Those words made me love my father even more and it is true that through punishment and shame I was getting to know him better. Well, stop thinking. You will have a conclusion at the end of the day. So far, I did not tell him, but I was enjoying the pain.

-Enough of this, Tyler. Now come to my lap. I will spank you now.

So totally vulnerable I was soon in my father’s lap. He started to spank my exposed cheeks and said tonight I would have to sleep with a red ass. I said nothing and I became aware that with the intense pain, now it really was intense, I had begun to ponder about myself. It was increasingly clear for me that I was enjoying pain and I was enjoying the fact that it was dished out at me by my father. I was being thrashed mercilessly and I cried but curiously I went harder. My whole ass had welts and bruises now. I did not protest, went on suffering, or rather enjoying, the punishment, and thought in earnest whether I would be a masochist. I had to come to the conclusion that I really was. But I did not want to be a slave, not my father’s slave anyway. Maybe one day I would need somebody to torment me, but not Martin Ogilvy. I still desired to be his dear son and friend and to be always allowed to tell him my emotions, even gay or masochistic emotions, for I was now aware I was feeling both. The whole situation was permeating my mind. I was crying but I felt like saying thank you. Before today I did not know who I was and I was starting to know myself, but I hoped my father would like the new Tyler. In fact he was saying now.

-It is a strange thing that I am noticing. But you have a boner after all, and your hard on is rubbing my legs all the time.

-I don’t know why I am hard, dad, I promise. But maybe I need purification through pain. And perhaps at the end of the day, I will surprise you with my feelings. But I am sorry my boner is touching your pants, dad.

-Never mind that. Good, so do you like pain?

-I think I do, dad –and then he started to slap my face while he continued spanking me.

It was a mixed punishment now; I was feeling red in my ass, which he really wanted red, and in my defenseless face, also getting red. I was unconsciously in a delirium of pain, harder than hell as I was feeling both spanks and slaps. Strangely I thought that if he didn’t stop soon, I could cum again. It was more or less three minutes. He told me that since he was watching my boner, he felt safe to punish me more. I was about to tell him thank you, but he suddenly stopped, turned me and gut punched me. It was only one blow, but really painful too. I cried but did not protest.

-Now I will whip your ass with my belt. And it will be the end of the punishment. So far, you have taken it like a man. Will you take everything like a man, Tyler, my shit son?

-Yes, dad.

-So, I want you on all fours now. That ass of yours has to be punished a little harder.

There I was on all fours awaiting my next fate. Soon his belt crashed into my ass. My cheeks were a burning red. Curiously I did not want the punishment to stop. And it did not stop. Still I had to suffer something else, quite unexpected. I did not see it coming.