Suffering for my son's fun

AN OBEDIENT SLAVE

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-Certainly, Sir. I’d love to see my master’s nudity, my hot son’s nudity. But I would like to ask you, Sir, could I be the one stripping you and touching you, kissing you, licking you?

-I love to see my father wanting to do all that. Maybe one day you are so eager on gay sex that you would prefer it.

-All I know is I want to be my whole life giving sex to you and it is true I am starting to love gay sex, Sir –and just then I gave my son a new long kiss. I loved the sweetness of his lips by now. And as I kissed him I started to sensuously touch everything in his face till I decided I really wanted to see Hugh naked and took off his grey T-shirt and then as a gay man I started touching him slowly as he told me to please take as long as I wanted stripping him if I was experiencing fun. I also licked his nipples then. The sweat he had there drove me crazy and just then I sniffed his pits and told him I loved that smell. Now I started stroking his crotch, deliberately making him harder so his cock experienced whatever fun he wanted later, but more fun, I hoped; I wanted to be all day playing with my son’s cock and making him cum. He moaned and I went quickly to his feet and removed his shoes and socks, sniffed them and later kissed his dirty feet. And finally I took courage, indeed courage was not needed, I so desired to do it, and pulled off his pants and then his briefs. Then I began touching his dick again with affection, sniffed it, kissed it and took it in my mouth again. He told me he did not want a blowjob now.

-This is what I wanna do now. You are a surprising man and the best of fathers, I want you to please my whole body now, but I also want to check your tastes and dislikes. I am wondering whether the affection I know you feel for me right now, will make you change a disgusting smell into fun, even gay fun again. But let me tell you it is a usual fetish to like dirty smells in a boy. Only if you want, remember you are my slave now but you will only do whatever you like, you will lick my ass first and also see my ass, you still haven’t. I have not had a shower but my ass is clean. I wash it every day after wiping it when I shit. Next I want you to lick my stinking feet and later my stinking pits. I don’t want you to give me a blowjob now. But ok, my dick wants more fun. After you’ve licked whatever you want to lick, remember you choose, I will fuck you, and if you tell me you will lick nothing, I’ll fuck you now.

-Sir –I told him- I want you to fuck me again but I wanna lick all you have mentioned. Indeed when I was stripping you, I liked your sweaty smell. I’m glad my master-son hasn’t gone to the shower yet and I really want to taste him. I’m almost sure I would enjoy your tastes, Sir, but all your body will have fun now, whether I like it or not. And of course after a long journey down your body, you will fuck me again. I’m looking forward to your fucking me one more time, Sir.

-Ok, then I’ll turn.

I saw then my son’s beautiful ass and experienced a new gay feeling. I wanted to give fun to that gorgeous ass. What was happening to me? After having spent all my life never aroused at sex, now I wanted sex, sex and only sex. I wanted incest, I wanted my son, I wanted a master, a master as hot and as sweet as my son was. Maybe I had never before enjoyed sex cause I had never met someone so arousing. But I took no time. Knowing what my next objective was I went straight to that wonderful ass and with no hesitation stuck my tongue in.

My son had wiped his ass but it had a perfect taste and it also made me horny. I only hoped he let me be there for long. My tongue began to learn movements to satisfy him. How good it was my son had made me his slave and was now teaching me new pleasures. I was in heaven again. I only wanted to take that hot boy to paradise and rimming him now was a new opportunity to please him cause he had earned it, no matter he had started with me with the aim to rape me. Now he understood me, wanted my fun, knew well my only fun now was to allow me to give him sex, had shown me his sweet side, was telling me what to do but allowing me to decide whether I wanted to do it or not. The rimming did not take me so long for he soon told me that if I had already decided I wanted to do it, now I should go to his feet. I told him of course I would lick his feet but he said he knew he stank and I could stop if I wanted. He didn’t want me suffering, just having gay fun, that’s all.

He turned and with no hesitation I rested my tongue in one of his feet and the smell, which I would have called stench any other day, surprised me as a new arousing smell and soon I was taking my hand to my cock again. I wanted to masturbate with his smell so I told him I was enjoying his tastes.

-So good, slave. Jack off as often as you want. I love to see your dick having fun.

-This is a gay pleasure again, Sir. Thanks for allowing me. It is not stench; it’s like entering a garden perfumed with flowers of man scents and I love that sensation. I hope you let me cum with your feet, Sir, and also hope you let me lick them over and over again, constantly, every day, with whatever smell.

-You certainly will, slave. Glad you like this smell. Come on dad, Sir, and I will call you sir because you are surprising me as the most arousing of men, one who really had deserved the name.

-Thank you, Sir –I said as I changed to his other foot and continued wildly masturbating-, but I’d rather be called slave. That name gives me more fun. Incest is perfect with you, Sir, with such a wonderful master, who has taken me to the arousing road of gay sex.

I knew I would cum soon and that was a new surprise, how soon I could cum with my master son’s tastes. But Hugh had to be completely satisfied. I would not feel good at myself if his feet were not licked for long. I stopped my dick a while for I knew I would cum and I wanted a longer licking. So I was five more minutes licking his right perfumed foot without touching my cock, but in the end I resumed jerking off and finally I could shoot a load when I was licking his feet.

-So hot to see you cumming with my smell, slave, dad. Now I would like to see whether my pits also arouse you. Will you lick them too?

-Of course, Sir.

And soon I was trying a new game I had never tried and rested my tongue on his pits. Sweat was clearly perceptible but the sensation to be touching sweat, sniffing sweat and licking sweat in that glorious manly spot made me cry in joy. Of course I began a new masturbation and told him as I licked.

-Sir, your slave father will certainly do whatever you want for your fun, but knowing you want my fun too, I entreat you please to allow me to lick your pits more than once every day, especially in this smell.

-You certainly can, slave. I have already decided that I will have a shower later and will wash my whole body but I can make an exception with my pits and not wash them today. And after the shower, I would like to do something more and you are asking for it, my sweetest slave, my sweetest father. Only if you want, the moment I’m having a shower, you can go to your bed and lie there totally nude waiting for me. When I finish the shower, I’ll go to the garage and get some ropes. And now I want to know if you really trust me, for I intend to tie you to the bedpost and have more sexual fun with you maybe for hours. Do you trust me, slave?

-I certainly do, Sir. I want to try bondage with you and want you to do with me anything that comes to your mind. It will be a great pleasure to satisfy my son more, much more, as I want in this beautiful first gay day of my life.

As I changed to his other pit now, I thought for the first time that maybe I had never enjoyed sex in my life because I needed a boy. And now I had met one in whom I trusted. I beat my meat strongly with the combined pleasures of his scent and knowing he would fuck me next and later would tie me to the bed. It was perfect for a slave, for an incestuous slave and his perfume made me shoot a new load when I was least expecting it, but his masculine smell was stronger than my dick resilience and I bathed the floor again, cried really excited and thanked Hugh for the experience. Then he told me.

-Ready to be fucked again?

-Certainly, Sir. But please never mind my pain. I know your schlong will be real suffering for my ass again but I want your fun and so much fun you’ve made me know this morning that you certainly deserve it, Sir. Besides I want to take off your mind the word rape forever. So listen to me, Sir, it’s me now who is asking you to fuck me. Please do.

-Ok, on all fours then, slave. I’ll try to make it a new gay hot experience for you. This time I will be gentler.

And indeed Hugh, my son, my master, plunged his dick in my ass now carefully, slowly, gently, inch by inch, not totally in yet. He told me now it would not be so painful it he didn’t let his entire torture weapon in. But I told him.

-Now I have a second objective with you Sir and it is to discover if I can also enjoy being fucked as a gay act, as gay fun; but remember my first objective was suffering for your fun. Please Sir, never forget it. So I would ask you Sir to fuck me deeper, harder, longer. Enjoy again your father’s ass, which is yours forever.

He compromised and fucked me deeper and harder. I think his schlong will always hurt me, but it was welcome pain. I was not masochistic, that’s true but I loved noticing Hugh’s dick pummeling my ass, giving me pain once and again. So he was calmer I started beating off one more time. He asked me whether it hurt me. I told him the truth: yes Sir, but please always fuck me with pain. I am also enjoying the gay act itself.

But he told me he was so stoked after I had pleased his whole body with my tongue that he needed to cum and I ordered my dick to cum the moment I noticed Hugh’s semen bathing my crack again. And both our dicks were perfectly coordinated by now. He came first and noticing his jet I came a second time, turned and kissed him again in gratitude.

-Now do everything you want, Sir. You have turned me into the most sexually happy man on Earth Sir.

-Now I’m really gonna have a shower, slave, and will wash everything but my armpits. If you don’t desire the next thing, think twice about it, dad, you can wait for me here. But if you really want your master to have any fun he wants with you and if you really trust him, you can also decide to wait for me on your bed. I’m heading to the shower now.

-And I’ll head to my bed, Sir.

A last glimpse of my son’s naked body when he was going to the bathroom and I went with no hesitation to my bedroom.

It was a long white. I was horny and desired to be in bondage, something I had never tried before but wanted to try. Indeed with my master-son I was on fire and wanted everything. On my bed I kept waiting for him for ten minutes, ten eternal minutes, even though I had freely decided to jerk myself off. All I wanted was to cum over and over again. At last I saw Hugh’s cute face, entering my room with some drops of water still dripping on his naked body. Fortunately I saw him enter still with his wonderful pit smell. On his hands he brought two thick ropes from the garage.

-Now I really want you to trust me, Dad, ready to be tied?