Piss Boy

If this were usual times. Marco would be beating his stick like a monkey after taking a load of fresh cum up his ass. But these aren’t usual times, Marco’s cock is in a full-metal cage, and he’s physically locked in his room. 

Gianni, curious to see how his son reacts to his first night in lock down and lock in, decides to activate the cameras in Marco’s bedroom. He watches Marco tossing and turning in his bed, moaning and groaning, fits of crying and torment. Strangely, Gianni is turned on by watching his son suffering so. Although he’s nutted twice already on this day, his cock became diamond hard in just a few minutes. He’d not exhibited any sadistic tendencies in the past, it was like discovering an entirely new aspect of his life, and this excited him so! 

Marco began to work himself into a fit of rage. He used all his strength at several attempts to pull the cage off his cock, there were even attempts to throw himself against his locked door. Marco’s sexy body began to sweat. He looked so deliciously hot. Unbeknownst to him, on the other side of the house, his father pleasures himself, ultimately spewing another load all over his hairy chest. 

Reigned to his fate, eventually Marco fell asleep, as did Gianni, once he saw his son had settled down.

The next morning, Gianni was bracing himself for a defiant interaction with his son. He showered early, but on a pair of black Emporio Armani briefs and looked for a thermos. He wanted Marco hydrated and knew his favorite beverage was of the urine variety.  While placing a couple of slices of bread in the toaster, Gianni pissed right into the thermos and closed the lid. His strategy was to diffuse the anger with the piss.

He unlocked Marco’s door and found the lad looking haggard, rolled up into a ball on his bed.

“Son, I made you some breakfast. I think you will like it. I made it myself.”

”I’m not hungry. Leave me alone!”

”Marco, let’s not start the day this way. It doesn’t have to be this difficult. I’m asking you nicely to eat your breakfast.  You know, son, I can make this so much worse than it is. Don’t test me.”

Reluctantly. Marco turned himself around and saw the tray. Buttered toast, a hard boiled egg, and a thermos.

“Did we run out of glasses or something?”

”Not at all, I made you something special and wanted to keep it warm for you. Drink up, I think you’ll love it.”

Marco twisted open the cap and immediately the strong pungent smell hit his nose. Most people would find this utterly disgusting, but not Marco, the foul odor immediately made him smile. He raised the thermos to his mouth and drank half the contents down in just a few gulps.

“Thank you, Papa. This really is good!”

He ate the egg and toast, and then washed it down with the remaining urine.

”Mmmmm that was good!”

”There’s so much more where that came from, son. But you have to earn it. Now tell me, how did you sleep?”

”just fine, Papa.”

”Don’t lie to me, son. That won’t do. I saw you trying to escape from your cage, trying to escape from your room!  I’ll forgive you this one time, but I don’t want to ever see it again. Is that understood? If you want more of my cock, you have to be a good boy. That’s the way it works from now on.”

”Yes, Papa. I know. It’s just that I miss my friend, I shouldn’t be confined to this room for six weeks! It’s not fair!”

Gianni wasn’t interested in any backtalk from his son. Marco sounded like a whiny baby and he was gonna see to it that Marco would man-up. He raised his left hand and gave Marco a swift backhander right to the face, knocking Marco back on his bed.

”Basta! Quit acting like a baby. If you weren’t such a whore this wouldn’t be happening. And I was going to fuck you now but you can forget about that. I think you will stay in your room until I get home from the office. I want you to think about your behavior.”

Gianni stormed out of his son’s bedroom and padlocked the door. Marco once again made multiple futile attempts at pulling off that cock lock and looked for objects in his room to break down the door. Gianni watched all of it, and clearly needed to redirect Marco’s behavior with something much more impactful. 

On his way home from work, Gianni stopped by the sex shop in town and purchased some leather restraints, a ball gag, and a flogger. He would certainly teach his son a lesson, whatever it takes. Gianni’s dick was getting hard imagining his naked son restrained and getting flogged. 

Marco suspected his father would be home soon, so he tried to collect himself, washing his face in the bathroom sink (his bathroom is connected to his bedroom, luckily), and tried to look as if nothing sinister had taken place while Gianni was away.

Gianni stormed into his son’s bedroom like a crazed animal, he’d never been so angry.

”Son, what did I ask you to do today!”

”Ummm, ahhhh”

Whack! Another backhander across the face. 

“You think you’re smarter than me or something, Marco? Well, you’re NOT! Look at you, you’re a whore who doesn’t follow directions. That’s gonna change right now.”

He reached into the bag next to him and pulled out those leather restraints, he pulled Marco up to his feet and cuffed his wrist behind the small of his back. 

“You just stand right there!”

Next, Gianni fixed the ball gag around his son’s head. Marco never looked so frightened, and it made Gianni sooo sooo hard! 

Gianni ran the tails of the flogger down Marco’s chest and his ass, before he toon a step back, wound up his arm and the first pass struck Marco right in his chest! Gianni swatted Marco several more times, Marco’s body began to turn and twist as Gianni went after him harder and harder. Seeing his son dance like this made him start precumming! He pulled off his shirt and pulled down his shorts and began to stroke his hard cock with one hand and flog his son with the other!

Marco was almost crying! 

Gianni didn’t want to waste another load. He pushed his son down on his knees and shoved his hard dick down Marco’s throat. Marco was sobbing as his savage father fucked his skull. Once his cock was covered in dribble, he spun Marco around and shoved his cock right up inside him. Gianni used his son’s bound wrists like a handle, bucking that cock hard into him, jutting those hips faster working his cock to a frenzy until releasing his nut in the boy.

When he pulled out, his cock had a layer of white cum all over it.

”clean my cock, puta! Lick it off!”

Marco was ravenous for it, although his body was on fire, his lust for cock never died, and he went at it like a feral animal. 

“Marco, now you know if you try to test me, what I am capable of. I can make things much, much worse. I was going easy on you. Now, you stay here and I’ll order us some dinner. Let’s see if you can show me another side of you tonight.”