Stepfather

By the age of sixteen, I had a very comfortable upbringing. I was an only child, and my parents got divorced by the time I was twelve. It was not a tragedy in my life because I was the complete antithesis of my dad. He was a ruffian and had always thought of me as a sissy. After his departure, I had four great years as the man of the house. My mother was always attracted to uber-masculine men, but fortunately, they came and went regularly.  

I have to admit that I found many of them attractive, but as they were there for only one reason, to fuck my mother, and I had very little to do with them. I was also not foolhardy enough to believe that I would get lucky with any of these ‘super straights,’ and being underage, my only lusty outlet was masturbating while listening to my mother’s groans as they fucked her. Mom was attractive and had no difficulty attracting any man she wanted, married or otherwise. I always chuckled because the earlier a man left, the more likely he was to be married.  

After I turned sixteen, however, my life changed dramatically. That is when my mother met Silvano. He was a motor mechanic and as rough as a bear’s arse. His hairy body was crawling with tattoos. He exuded the pungent odour of a he-man, and given his trade, motor grease overlaid his overall aroma. The dark-stained fingernails on his broad fingers excited me enormously. Unlike my mother’s other beaus, Silvano soon became a regular at our home, and one month later, Silvano became a regular fixture when he moved in with us.

This event did not sit well with me. Alluring as he was, he was my mom’s straight boyfriend, and I was concerned that my role, as head of the house, could get usurped. My mother, however, had fallen for his crass charms, and I had never seen her happier. As intrigued as I was by Silvano, I kept reminding myself that he was hetero, and the only consequence to me would be a diminishment of my authority in the household.

To my jubilation, nudity appeared to be no problem for him. Seeing him naked regularly because we shared a bathroom, I fully understood my mother’s contentment because Silvano was endowed, like a fuckin’ donkey. I was sure that his frequent ‘natural displays’ got orchestrated to show me his masculine superiority. It was as if he could smell my gayness from a mile off.

I was sure that he was merely tormenting me and enjoying his ever-increasing authority in our home. Silvano was not there on a freebie, and the rent he received from his home paid for all our utilities, making mum’s life infinitely easier.

What pissed me off the most was what a smooth operator he was. As he entrenched his authority, he did so very subtlety. He was never overtly confrontational, burdening my mother with our male hostilities. When things between Silvano and me became a touch heated, he always assured mom that he and I would work things out, ‘man to man’ at a later stage. Worst of all, Silvano and my mother then decided to marry, making him a permanent feature in my life.

After the wedding, I knew that Silvano was eventually getting the upper hand when I eavesdropped on a conversation between him and mom. He told her I was too big for my boots and needed to be more respectful of her. He went on to say that mom needed to realize that we were mother and son and not buddies.

“Paul gets away with murder and needs a firm hand,” Silvano concluded.

“You won’t hurt him, will you?” mom pleaded in agreement.

“Of course not… Paul needs more discipline, that’s all,” he assured my mother.

As this was playing out, my mother got the opportunity to spend two weeks on an intensive refresher course paid for by her work. It was an excellent opportunity that she purely could not refuse.

On the morning she left, I got filled with trepidation. I was now entirely in the clutches of my stepfather and totally at his mercy. 

On our first night alone, the discipline he had spoken of got initiated when he said, “You and I need to have a serious and overdue chat.”

“Let’s make one thing clear. You are not my fuckin’ father, Silvano,” I challengingly retorted.

There was a wildness in his eyes as he replied, “Yes, I fuckin’ am. Your mother and I are now married, and I am the boss of this house.”

There was a palpable silence before he continued, “Tonight, I will show you who is in charge. Get to your fuckin’ room!” 

“No, I won’t,” I replied defiantly, hoping like hell that his rough hands were about to spank me. Much as I would have liked him to fuck me, at least the thought of lying over his lap on top of his unbelievable cock, would be well worth the pain.

“Do you think that a wimp like you can stop me?” Silvano hissed.

“Fuck you, fuck you, you fuckin’ bully,” I provokingly challenged him.

To my delight, I got a solid slap from him before one of his icky hands took hold of the back of my neck and he frogmarched me to my bedroom.

‘If I only get spanked, that will be worthwhile,’ I intoned to myself.

Silvano slumped into an easy chair in the corner of my bedroom before pulling me over his lap. I was brimming with horniness as I pretended to be distressed.

“I’m onto you, you little cock-hound. Your gay eyes are a dead giveaway whenever you stare at my dick,” he barked.

“Bullshit! You want me under your control, so you can act like the man of the house,” I bleated.

I had scarcely uttered those words before my backside received its first smack. Two more slaps quickly followed before I felt my shorts getting pulled down to my thighs. As this transpired, I had a raging boner that I deliberately rubbed in Silvano’s crotch. To my joy, I was sure that I could feel a reciprocation from his enormous cock. As more slaps followed, my hips went into overdrive as I yelped and ground robustly.

‘Oh, Jesus, he is getting hard,’ I gleefully intoned in my mind.

As his spanking persisted, I felt my balls begin to churn before I elatedly unloaded onto his trousers. As my body became limp in the afterglow, Silvano yelled, “Get up, you fuckin’ queer.”

After I stood up and looked at him, he scolded me in faux disgust for messing on his pants.

“Look at this fuckin’ mess. You should be ashamed of yourself,” he yelled.

“I’m sorry, it was an accident, Silvano,” I pleaded.

“Accident my arse, you fuckin’ little homo, now I’ll teach you a fuckin’ lesson,” he barked as he got up and removed his trousers.

Silvano now placed his foot on my shorts that had fallen to my ankles. Next, he pulled my t-shirt off before turning my body and throwing me onto the bed face down. 

“If its cock you want bum-boy, then I will give it to you,” he growled.

In an instant, he jumped onto me, and I instantly felt his knob rubbing my crack.

“Now, you little cunt, I am going to show you who the boss of this house is,” Silvano roared.

As he stabbed his grotesque dick into my portal, my eyes almost pooped out from the pain. As I lay there impaled by his monstrous dick, he bellowed, “Who’s your daddy, bitch?”

“You are,” I snivelled in agonizing enjoyment.

“I can’t hear you. Who is your papa?” he thundered.

“You are,” I repeated in complete obedience as he pounded my arse into blissful submission.  

My backside was on fire as he thumped my boy-cunt vigorously.

“Mmm, now you know your place you little slut,” he blustered as he robustly hammered into me.

Harsh as his approach was and with my backside burning, I was in ecstasy. To add to our excitement, I kept whimpering, “You bastard, you bastard,” repeatedly. This act of subjugation magically seemed to spur him to new heights of lust as he jumped up and down on me. The frantic rhythm soon brought me to another orgasm as my balls exploded a second time. To my delight, within seconds I felt his hot load spewing into my backside as he bit my neck.

My reprieve was short-lived before I got turned onto my back and face-fucked into oblivion. I would never have believed that my throat could take so much punishment. I was also surprised that chunks of my hair had not got pulled out of my scalp when Silvano finally finished unloading. As I lay hyperventilating, my face received a severe slapping before he moved his body down and began torturing my genitals with his abrasive hands.

“Now do you understand who the boss of the house is?” Silvano snarled as I writhed in ecstatic agony. As if my acquiescent yelping was not enough, I again got turned onto my stomach. As if to prove a point, Silvano then retrieved a belt and went ballistic on my arse as he hurled abuse at me. The added gratification of his verbal tirade once more catapulted me toward orgasm. Writhing like a captured animal, I unloaded as I grunted with pleasure. When he stopped whipping me, my entire body was ‘riddled’ by the most delirious agony I ever knew possible. There was no doubt that I was a fully-fledged pain junky.

“Have you learned your lesson, you little cunt?” Silvano grunted.

“No,” I answered with a mischievous smile.

With a triumphant look on his face, he smiled and replied, “Well, let’s have a beer before I continue your education.”

As we stood in the kitchen, a whirlwind of emotion was going through my mind. Much as I had loved what had just happened, Silvano was my mother’s husband. How with this hurdle play out in the future. Would this merely be an aberration due to happenstance once mom returned?

As these thoughts raced through my mind, Silvano embraced and kissed me. In keeping with his earlier actions, the kissing was not gentle, and it felt like he was about to scour the flesh off my face. Next, his rough fingers took hold of my nipples and tweaked the hell out of them. It felt like I had entered a breakdancing contest as I jumped around.

Once my nipples were raw and sore, Silvano commenced alternating between slapping and spitting on my face. After his icky hands had turned my head into a ball of saliva, Silvano pushed me down to my knees.

“Open your mouth, and if you spill one drop of my piss, I will take to belt to you again,” he commanded.

This new development caught me by surprise. Drinking piss was something that had never entered my mind. Obediently, however, I took hold of Silvano’s dick and did my best to stem the flow of liquid entering my mouth. I cannot say the taste was delicious, but I acquired an instant palate for the acrid and abundant nectar.

When Silvano began shoving me back to the bedroom, my bladder was so full that I had to beg him to use the toilet. As I enjoyed a well-earned piss, I thought about Silvano’s sex life with my mother.

As I joined him on the bed, unable to restrain myself, tentatively inquired about his sexual approach with my mother.

“Paul, you are young and inexperienced. There is a lot that you need to learn. Your mother is a proper lady and I will always treat her as such. You, however, are a man whore and I will always treat you like one. I enjoy both approaches and it’s great to have diversity,” Silvano concluded.

I was not sure whether I had just received the worst insult of my life. Strangely, I did not care.

This, however, did not prevent me from provoking Silvano. “You are a dirty mechanic, and I don’t know why my mother has married you.”

“Well, pussy boy, you seem to enjoy dirt, so let’s see what you think of this,” he exclaimed as he jumped on top of my body in the reverse position. Before I could formulate a thought, his smelly crack was getting smeared all over my face. The divine smell of sweaty arse soon introduced me to another delicacy in the smorgasbord of smells and taste I had enjoyed thus far.  

“Lick it, lick my smelly fucking hole, bitch,” I heard as my cock again got mangled by his maniacal mitts.

I knew that a night, and fortnight of torture, blissfully lay ahead for me.

To be continued…