How I became my daddy's toilet

How I became my daddy’s toilet - Chapter 5 – HIS TOILET, NOT HIS SLAVE.

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-Since now it is my time to do whatever I desire, slave, first you will sit on the couch with me and jack me off, and as you are making me cum again, I will talk to you.

-Right now, Sir. –And I sat on the couch with him and started to wank my father again. Every time I could please my father’s dick, I felt proud. I wanted to be all day making him cum.

-You see, Alan. You will be my slave till 8 a.m. tomorrow as we talked, but no longer. But first things first. Is it true you wanna be my toilet?

-Yes, Dad.

-Then we will do this. You are my toilet after today and that means every day I will piss in your mouth, spit and fart and blow my nose whenever I have some snot. Let’s say you are my handkerchief after now. And every time I tell you I want to shit or puke in your mouth you won’t have a chance but open your mouth and swallow but it will be twice a month or so, no more, and I will see that I am not endangering your health. But you are my toilet and you will have to do it unless you tell me one day you don’t want to keep on being my personal toilet. And you will come with me to the bathroom, if I choose the bathroom and not your mouth, that is, and taste a bit of my shit or my puke. Is the toilet part clear to you?

-Absolutely clear, Dad. Thank you –I added the moment I saw my father cumming again-, and can I be your slave, please?

-I think you have not thought of every consequence that being my slave would have. Let’s see: as my slave, are you willing to obey whatever the master’s wishes are?

-Yes, Sir, I will have no limits for your pleasure.

-So, look at me now, slave.

And unexpectedly I saw that hot man, Ronnie Williamson, licking my balls.

-You don’t have to do that, Sir –I protested.

-But I am bisexual and I like your cock, which I will suck now. You see what obeying every one of your master’s wishes means? –And he started to hectically suck my cock, in a slow pace, in no hurry, desiring his son’s pleasure.

-I had not thought about this, Dad. I guessed that as the slave I wanted to be, sucking cocks will be my task.

-You want to be my slave, don’t you, Alan? Then you have to allow me to blow you. And you will also fuck your father.

-Ok, Sir. But I am still your slave, aren’t I?

-I’d rather you were my toilet, as long as you want to be, but after tomorrow I would prefer we were lovers and had sex with each other every day. You must please me, but I must please you too, as lovers do.

-I have to cum, Dad. It has been so unexpected that I cannot hold it any longer.

-Then cum in my mouth, slave. It’s an order.

And I bathed my daddy’s mouth with the product of my pleasure. Finally I had to admit that what he wanted was preferable.

-Ok, Dad. You are right. I’d love to be your lover. But I am your slave today, right?

-Right. So, now, you have to move your tongue masterly through all my body, not my ass now. You will be a while licking my pits, then my feet and last you will give me a new blowjob. So start with my pits now, slave.

So I began again using my tongue as a tool for my father’s pleasure. And I won’t hide that it was for my pleasure too. The smell was so arousing that I had to ask my father.

-Sir, if we become lovers tomorrow, I have one doubt.

-Tell me, slave.

-Would you still have this wonderful smell on you?

-Do you prefer your father sweaty?

-Certainly, Sir.

-I’m glad my slave son, my lover son tomorrow, enjoys my dirty smell, and as lovers we will negotiate everything and I will confess you something: I also get off on my own smell sometimes and I jack off sniffing my dirty body. But I would also like you unwashed for longer. How about once a week?

-I will be unwashed as long as my lover father wants me to. Once a week is ok.

-Go to my left pit now, Alan. And remember today you are my slave and your ridiculous dick must still obey me. How many times do you think you are still able to cum with me today?

-Five or six more times, Sir.

-Then you will cum with my pits and then with my dick the next time you’ll blow me. Deal?

-Of course, Master. I love having a ridiculous dick obeying you, Sir.

-So now lick my reeking pit for a good long while, Alan.

I was captivated by the perfume of that part of his body, which now I knew he would keep dirty for me. I still had to talk to my father lover but I longed to lick his sweaty pits every day. The rancid smell was intoxicating and I needed to cum once and again with that paradise. I certainly was a pig young man and I was proud I was so dirty. I had to drive my father crazy so I could have that chance every day. And relishing that smell, I was beginning to understand that sweet man, my father. I would certainly prefer to be his lover and toilet and not his slave. I was glad I was permitted to enjoy my sexual life with incest. It was moving and consensual for both of us. I was thinking about all this but I finally heard his voice.

-Now, you ridiculous dick, cum.

Of course I obeyed him again. It was so hot to begin as a slave with my future lover.

-Now be a long while in both my feet. Hope you enjoy the smell again, but now you won’t cum. It is a little psychological torture so you can enjoy better cumming with my cock later.

I needed no more encouragement and soon I was again at that other oasis of smell, my father’s stinking feet. Oh, how I loved that smell too, with which I had already shot my load. Even though I knew perfectly well I would not cum with them now, I could not help but enjoy that scent again that convinced me I was gay and I would be an incestuous bitch for life. I could find no sexier man than my father in the future. I didn’t feel like being with a girl again and I thought no other guy would be that sweet, that sexy, that arousing for me as Ronnie Williamson, my father. I soon moved to his other foot and worked thoroughly and in no hurry my father’s pleasure. I had to keep on learning to turn my tongue into a bitch. I would have liked to cum again with his wonderful feet but I understood this small torture he was submitting me to. This way I would really enjoy cumming with the blowjob I will give him now. In fact he told me then.

-Now, slave, make me cum again and give me a new blowjob. Don’t forget to lick my balls too.

-I will never forget your sexy balls, Dad.

I started at them again and judging by his loud moans, I had already learned to lick those balls of his properly. Then I went slowly up his dick and I started to cry. It was so evident that my father soon asked what the matter was with me and I answered I was crying out of real emotion. I said, oh please, Dad, let me give you at least a blowjob a day. He said of course when we became lovers, we would have all kind of sexual pleasures every day with each other. Now sure that I could blow him every day, I was pleasing that hot shaft for ten more minutes, clenching my mouth muscles at the time my bitch tongue danced in his head and swallowed it complete again. I was driving him crazy and he could not hold it any longer, so he finally gave me the order.

-Now, slave, both of us together. I will cum in your mouth and you, ridiculous dick, cum now.

Both of us blasted a long amount of semen in that moment, my father in my mouth while I spurted on the floor again. I was awaiting his next order, my dick on fire. He told me he would fuck me again now.

He was for a while playfully rubbing his rod in my ass cheeks, making me on fire, seducing, tantalizing his new bitch, myself, awaiting lustfully the moment he would drive his dick into my ass. Fortunately he penetrated me soon, pushing deep in my guts, pulling back slowly and affectionately going deep again, making love to my ravaged ass, the new land he had conquered. All my muscles on fire, I could only moan again, as I would moan in the future every time he let in there his flagpole. I wanted him to make me his, his slave today, his lover in the future, but always his sexual object. I did not want this time to end. I could feel now the pleasure of being fucked and I knew I wanted my father’s dick to enter me every day. He was bathed in sweat and it was moistening my face and my whole body. I slurped his manly essence with every push of his dick, every drop of tasty sweat, every kiss that accompanied the rhythm of his dick in my ass. He was an expert who knew how to drive me crazy and his fucking lasted for almost twenty minutes, making me confident there was no sex like gay sex, like incestuous sex. He didn’t order my ridiculous dick to cum now and unexpectedly I felt again his hot nectar splashing into the deepest cavities of my ass, father’s semen deep inside his son’s crack.

-You don’t smell much of sweat, just your pits. I will leave your feet for another day, when they are really sweaty, as I like men’s feet to be. And I say man, cause you’re no longer a boy. You have really become a man today, a courageous young man who has gone far in his manhood. You have really grown, Alan, enough to be my new man after today and I wanna swim awhile in your man scent. Time for you to see your father madly whacking off with your pits now.

It was so hot to see my father jacking off over my scent that I didn’t know whether I should stay there just watching him, kiss him, jerk off or cry. I guess I did all this together as I waited and saw him beating his meat ferociously with a face of absolute pleasure. I should have known all this before but it was now that I started to assimilate that my father really desired me and I encouraged him to go on and enjoy.

-I will always be with you, Dad. You are the sweetest man on Earth and I promise you will always have me, as sweaty as you want me to. And if you want a man lover, you can be sure I will be that man. You can always count on me.

And in that moment I saw him crying and cumming simultaneously.

-Thank you, Alan. You don’t know what your last words mean to me. I have always desired you, my son, and oh how good it is to know that I can have your flawless skin now every day, and your loving words. I was afraid you did not come back today and I am moved I have seen you cum many times with this pervert old man, your dad. Are you sure you want to be my toilet?

-Quite sure, Dad.

-Well, I still keep some shit and some puke for you, if you want.

-Of course I want, Ronnie, you hot man. You know how I crave for the taste of your digestion. Come on, Sir, give it to me again.

-First I need to piss. I will use the glass again.

He went to the kitchen, brought the glass and pissed again before me. So hot it was to know I would drink his delicious stream again from that glass. He did not fill it now, but the amount was enough for me. I drank again in his presence with a smiling face. I emptied the glass in one gulp, not stopping to breathe; I would breathe later, and enjoyed the taste again and smiled back to him. I asked what was next.

-You will not cum now, slave, but come to my ass again. Some more of my delicious shit, as you like calling it, is awaiting you.

My father was always moved that I did not hesitate a single second. There I was again, licking his hole and fortunately getting some farts again prior to eating a new turd. Just as yummy again, I had to do real efforts not to cum now, but although I felt fire in my cock, I managed to hold it.

-I know it has been hard for you. But you are lucky. I love to see you cumming with me and now you will have another chance with my puke. But you will cum when I tell you to.

He kissed me then sweetly again and suddenly a new load of tasty digestion was discharged into my mouth, down my throat till it finally reached my stomach, where it should stop and digest. He kissed me fondly as I was thinking that now I had inside me digested digestion. I was glad eating meat balls again and awaiting the order to cum. But he had a lot of puke yet in his stomach and he was for almost five minutes giving it to me till he finally uttered the words I was expecting.

-Now, you ridiculous dick, cum.

Despite the fact that I had not stopped cumming all day, I bathed the floor again with a huge load.

-I will always be your toilet, Dad. Oh, please, please, say I am your toilet.

-You are, Alan, and you will be as long as you want to be. But so there are more toilet things for you to swallow, now we should eat something. Just prepare two omelettes and I will be jerking off as I watch you naked preparing dinner. But put on an apron.

It was so hot preparing the omelettes as I watched my father jacking off. But he told me he did not want to cum then. I did not understand why but finally the omelettes were ready and I sat with him to dine together.

-Now, slave, you are to cum again with your father, and I will cum too. We will jerk each other off.

And he grasped my dick again without asking me permission. I was his slave today and my cock belonged to him. He also took my left hand to his dick and ordered me to jack him off. He was affectionately stroking my balls and pumping my cock and I did the same at once. It was difficult to eat like that but who cared about omelettes when I was still pleasing my father’s dick and knowing I would cum soon again?

-Now, you ridiculous dick, cum with me now.

And we were able to achieve that goal together and bathed the floor again.

-Now we will finish the meal, you will mop the kitchen and the living room floors which are dirty with our cums and I will fuck you again prior to going to bed together. We won’t watch TV or a porn movie tonight. Your ass is the porn movie.

Once dinner and mopping time were over, my dad ordered me to get on all fours there in the kitchen floor and proceeded to stick his rod in my ass again. There I was sensing his pubic hair pressing my buttocks as his shaft ramrodded my ass again. I moaned again as the wild young man who was claiming his new sexual partner to take possession of his inner depths again.

-You will fuck me tonight in bed and you can tell me which you like more then: fucking an ass or being fucked in the ass.

-Ok, Dad. But so far I can tell you it is heaven to feel your dick in my ass and I want you inside me every day, please.

He really punished my crack now making me feel how painful it was to feel his long shaft jackhammering me.

-Even if it hurts?

-Even if it hurts. Oh, please, Ronnie Williamson, fuck me the way you prefer. My ass is yours. Do anything you want with it.

Now he changed and slowly and sweetly began to make love to me, kissing me passionately and making me familiar again with the sweet lover I would have.

-So good, Master. It is so hot calling you Master, even if I know tomorrow I won’t be allowed. But I will always remember with a smile this day, Sir, and thank you.

-So now, slave, we will do it again. Prepare your ridiculous dick for my new order.

My father’s words made me feel fire again running up my cock. I knew I would burst again but meanwhile I felt his semen pour in my ass one more time and just then he gave the order.

-Time for your ridiculous dick to cum again. Now!

It was incredible that after so many cums my dick was capable of blasting such a huge amount but I think that was my longest cum. He hugged me and sweetly kissed me, sweat dripping from both our bodies.

-Did you like this hot porn movie of a father fucking his son in the kitchen?

-I have really enjoyed it, Dad. It was perfect.

-Now we will continue the movie in bed, slave but remember you will fuck a man for the first time in your life and it will be your daddy.

We went to bed with two huge erections. It was incredible that after all day cumming we were still that hard. Once in bed, my father reminded me that I was still his slave and now I should lick his whole body again first, starting at his ass. So I was a long while savouring that room which had fed me such tasty shit the last two days. My father said he knew I was his toilet and he could fart in my mouth but he would not do it now. So with no farts, I was five minutes pleasing his scented crack, my tongue once again receiving all his flavours. Then he told me I should lick his pits and cum on our sheets for the first time, baptizing a bed that now was ours and I still hadn’t blasted my load on it. I think I was in either of his pits for longer than ten minutes and at last he said the magic words “now, you ridiculous dick, cum”, and I baptized those sheets. He ordered me now to go to his feet and said that he would never again order my dick to cum and after now it would be the best of dicks, his lover son’s dicks. I told him it was ok with me but I had enjoyed the humiliation today. All this time I was licking his scented feet, willing to drive that hot man crazy after driving him crazy. But the time finally ended and he told me.

-Now, slave, you have to fuck your master. And finally we will blow each other again at the same time now, and your slave time will have ended. I will call you only Alan and you will call me only dad or Ronnie. We will sleep together and tomorrow we will start our lovers’ time. Now, look at this butt of mine. It belongs to my brave lover son after now. Take possession of it.

So I timidly entered my father lover for the first time and I had the certainty that my dick would like to rest there and make love to that sexy crack every day.

-Is it long since you fucked for the last time, Alan? Of course you can tell me.

-Six months, Dad. But I had never before fucked an ass.

-Do you like it?

-It is an incredible sensation, Dad. I love it. And you’re so sweet that I almost feel like crying. Oh, kiss me, Ronnie.

And my lips locked with his and we touched each other tenderly for a good while as my cock went deeper and I saw him moaning, absolutely happy.

-Do you prefer fucking or being fucked, Alan? Be sincere.

-I love both, Dad.

-That’s the perfect answer. If you really want to become my lover now, we’ll fuck each other every day.

And I solemnly plunged in his inner depths, enjoying the fact that I had discovered I was gay and had a perfect lover the very same day. No one could be sweeter, hornier or have a sexier body. I was his and in that moment I felt he was mine. Father and son lovers, why not? I noticed he was gently taking me on the transition from slave son to lover son. I preferred this new situation. My father was too tender to be my master. I’d rather be in bed with him every day. My cock was about to burst as I inhaled his wonderful sweaty smell.

-I’m yours, Alan.

-And I’m yours, Ronnie –I said at the time my dick burst with a warm stream of sticky nectar which bathed his ass entirely. He told me he wanted to sleep like that: with my semen in his ass all night.

-Now we are going to 69. Como to my dick as I swallow yours.

Soon we both were entangled in the same arousing battle of swallowing our manhood. The goal was to drink again that tasty cum we produced but we had to work to make it erupt and we were thoroughly busy in that aim, our tongues as two bitches with no inhibitions now: we were too familiar now with our naked bodies. We did not forget our balls and licked them too once and again and then returned up our shafts and gulped again. It is perfect this way: to feel the taste of a cock as yours is being worked. We were not in love with each other but I doubt men in love could suck more fervently than we did at that time. We moaned and felt the need to touch each other erotically. We wanted to kiss but we would wait till we finished. But we had to finish. It seemed both of us were competing to be the second one to cum and I must say I won that contest. As soon as I felt semen in my mouth I could not control myself and cummed in my father’s hot mouth. Then both of us had a spontaneous reaction and kissed our mouths enthusiastically.

-Now we are lovers, Alan, and I think we will always be.

-It will be heaven to sleep with you every night and be your lover all day, Ronnie.

-I want Ronnie to be almost my only name for you when we are alone, now. I’m proud you are my son.

-I’m proud you are my father.

We slept together in the elation of having become lovers. What happiness to always sleep with his arms on my chest, with the warmth of his sweaty body embracing me.

We both woke up at the same time and kissed and hugged, overjoyed and laughing. We had breakfast naked, then put on our clothes and went to work. When we returned hours later, we kissed each other for hours and had mutual sex with no inhibitions now. Both our bodies belonged to each other now. Never again my father’s slave but used to be his toilet every day, twice a month even for shit and puke. I never disobey him and am always willing to gulp down everything he wants to serve me, whenever he wants to serve me, being my daddy’s toilet is not like being a slave for him but my few masochistic needs are fulfilled this way.

We have been living like this for a couple of years and are not in love, or are we? But my dad is still my lover and I am his lover and toilet. Every day I had the need to tell him.

-I really like you, Dad.