Suffering for my son's fun

PUNISHMENT AND REWARD.

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-Certainly, Sir.

-I see you were jacking off. Cum first and then if you tell me again, I will tie you. But I want to see your semen falling on your chest and it will be there all the time I have you tied.

-Yes, Sir –I said. And I was so stoked that I shot a large load that my master-son told me it really embellished my chest and would remain there as far as he had me in bondage. But first he asked me again.

-Do you really want me to tie you now, slave? You can still repent. You have to really trust me now, and never forget I started raping you.

-I trust you, Sir. Please tie me and have fun with me for hours, Sir.

-I will also try to make it funny for you. Ok, I’ll tie you.

He spent some time tying both ropes to the bedposts, one on each of my wrists. But he also told me he would not tie my legs and if he went too far, I could kick him. He said something more.

-Every time a master ties his slave, he also gives him a safe word. If you utter it, I will instantly stop and untie you. We both appreciate her, so the safe word will be Marlene. Remember dad that if you mention her name, any discomfort you might be feeling will stop then.

-Ok, Sir; thank you, but I hope I never utter her name today. Now please have fun, Sir.

And then when I was immobilized and could not protest he came straight to my dick and started giving me a blowjob. I felt I had something to say.

-Sir, remember I want to be your slave. You have no need to do this.

-A master does whatever he wants, doesn’t he? Never forget, slave, that I am gay and have always lusted for you. You have a sexy dick and I have wanked many times thinking I was sucking your cock. You said you wanted to suffer for my fun, so now you won’t have a chance but “suffer” the experience to see how your master-son sucks your cock till you cum. Understood, slave?

-Understood, Sir. Oh, thank you, Sir. Do with me as you please.

As I was saying this, Hugh came to lick my balls and spent in them four minutes teasing me, making me experience now the “suffering” of enjoying. Only once a girl had briefly licked my balls, so briefly that she gave me the awful sensation to think that she was not enjoying my balls and that feeling never abandoned me that night when she gave me a blowjob next but in her face I saw she was not enjoying. That night I not only thought again that I did not like sex but I also thought I could never give sexual fun to anybody. But the feeling now was different with Hugh. He moaned as he licked his father’s balls and later he started to suck my cock, slurping it securely and swallowing it without gagging. My dick was also long though not as long as his and he showed me he must have done that many times and I felt his tenderness and appreciation of his father and slave. My God, how he sucks! This was indeed the first time in my life I was enjoying a blowjob and as he sucked he caressed my whole body and sometimes he talked to assure me that after now if I still wanted to be his slave he would give me many more blowjobs. I got used to the idea and was mentally thinking: “let Hugh do after now whatever he wants. He will have all kinds of fun with me, even funs I had never thought about”. But the fire in my dick in that first incestuous blowjob I was getting was so much that I told my master I had to cum. He nodded and I filled my son’s mouth of father’s sperm for the first time. He drank happily and at last left my cock and thanked me. Then he came to my lips and kissed me with such lust that I felt what kisses of people in love were.

-Now, slave, I’m sure you have thought that I will shit in your mouth or maybe puke. I’m sure that if ever I tell you to do those things, you would do it. But every slave is different and one master has to treat each slave according to his personality. What makes you special is that you are my father, and just the same as I have told you I will never beat you and the only pain you will feel from me is whenever I decide to fuck you, you will never do any disgusting things, except one. You have enjoyed the stench of my feet and even that of my pits and you will have a new chance to taste them later. So you might also like one other pig thing that many pig men, including me, enjoy. And I want you to try. If you don’t like it, I will never do it to you again, but you have to try. Now I want you to open your mouth and I will piss.

I showed him a happy face because he had decided to do at least that and opened my mouth. Hugh’s cock came in and I started licking it affectionately again, hoping he would allow me a second blowjob soon. And just then he started to piss. Later he would tell me that even if I had not liked it, I would have had to drink his whole stream. But I simply loved the taste and drank that first current of piss with a happy face all the time, telling him I wanted to drink his whole stream and somehow telling him I would like to drink more piss from him as often as he wanted. But as he was pissing he also told me, he wanted to drink mine. Finally he stopped but did not take his cock out of my mouth. Now he told me.

-Now, you will give your master a second blowjob and as you do it, I’ll tell you a couple of things.

-Yes, Sir; punish me, please.

-That’s what I want to talk about, the concept of punishment. But you can start.

And I started at last giving him a second blowjob. I so desired to do it. What my son would tell me as I was again sucking his cock would be a lesson for me I would never forget and would make me like him even more.

-Now listen carefully to me, dad. I’ll tell you what I think about punishment. Don’t forget I’ve had two slaves before you and I never punished them. They were devoted slaves just the same you are now, but you are even better because you are my father and want your son’s sexual happiness and I appreciate it and don’t know how to thank you.

All that time I was sucking his cock as a madman feeling the pleasure of the taste, forever convinced I would always need cocks in my mouth, especially my master son’s cock.

-I think punishment, dad, is the failure of a relationship and I will try to explain to you now why I think so. You are a devoted slave but imagine this situation: one day I order you to give me a blowjob and you give me a bad blowjob. Sucking my cock this morning was perfect and it is heaven again. I really notice how you want to please me and make it perfect for me, but just imagine one day you do it badly, dad.

I continued sucking his cock, doing my best to always be the best sucker he had ever had and continued listening to him.

-So you give me a bad blowjob and I tell you. I’m sure you are so devoted to me now, and we are a father and a son and hopefully friends, but in case I told you that your blowjob has not been good, I’m sure you would feel awfully and want to give me a better blowjob later. So dad, I would talk about it with you. Is there anything that can’t be solved with words? You are a lover of literature, and so am I, we believe in the power of words. What need do I have to punish you if I’m sure that only telling you, you would do it perfectly as you are doing it now? Punishing you and not talking it with you would be abuse, dad. There are some people who enjoy punishment so to them that fetish but not for you and I for I see it as abuse or at least lack of imagination to find the right words with a slave and always make it funny for both. I’m sure that if one day I told you I want to beat you or want you to eat my shit, you would say yes to me, desiring my fun, whether you suffer or enjoy. So that’s how I like my slaves: once master and slave have talked about everything, a master can do anything he wants with his slave if he has previously earned his trust and devotion. So knowing I can do anything with you if I wished, dad, even beat you, shit in your mouth and so on, what’s the use of punishing you? It would mean that we are not such good friends and have not been able to find the right words to understand each other. I must be first the friend of any slave I have, or else I don’t accept him. So do you agree with me, slave? Don’t you think that if I punish you I would be abusing?

I never stopped sucking my son’s cock but started to talk with it inside my mouth.

-It’s true what you said, Sir; I will do anything you want me to do for your fun and we could always talk about it. I hope that besides your slave and your father, I am always your best friend and no need to be punished when you can do with me anything you want and I will always be a devoted slave to such a wonderful master.

 I resumed sucking his cock and he enlightened me with a new concept.

-And never forget dad, I also told you I like my slaves to cum very often, over and over again –and now unexpectedly as I continued blowing him, he grasped my dick and started jacking me off, for of course, tied as I was, I could not do it-. So instead of punishing, I prefer to reward my slaves, especially when they are as good as you are being now. And that’s why I sucked your cock before, something I intend to do a lot more times, for I think master and slave understand each other perfectly now. So it will always be like this, dad, no punishment and a lot of reward because for a master and slave relationship to be successful, especially an incestuous master and slave relationship, the slave must always experience as much fun as the master. So be my slave for as long as you want to be, no longer, and only do those things you can have fun with. If one day you want to stop doing something, just tell me and that won’t be repeated. And always be courageous to tell me anything and even shout at me if I have deserved it. Anything to always be good friends, which is most important than any other concept. And if I have not tired you with such a long speech, I will cum now.

And I could fortunately revel in another sample of my master-son’s juice and after I finished I talked to him. But first I came again and filled Hugh’s hand with my sperm.

-You can be sure, Sir, I am your devoted slave cause you have earned it, and your fun will always give me a lot of fun, especially now I know you better. Oh, I am really proud of my son now and so you are calmer I will also tell you that you will never have any need to punish me, Sir. I will always do anything you ask me for both our fun and if one day I have to shout angrily at you, I will Sir, so you have a pleasing slave but never a submissive slave and we could always be the best of friends.

-Good, so now, dad, you will have a new opportunity of licking my armpits if you want.

-I really want, Sir. Please approach them to me again.

No sooner I had rested my tongue again in that wonderfully aromatic spot in his body he asked me whether I wanted to cum again. I asked him.

-How many times do you want your slaves to cum, Sir?

-As many times as their cocks are able to resist, especially you, the best of slaves. So I would like to jack you off again.

-Of course you can do it, Sir, but I have cum three times on my bed and you want me to cum a fourth time, Sir. You have only cum once. It’s not fair, Sir.

He started to masturbate me again as I continued enjoying the taste of my son’s scented armpits.

-I think I have earned a slave now and I repeat I have to reward you. I have perceived in the blowjob you have just given me your sincere desire to please me and at the same time your fun. You are having fun now licking my pits, you had fun drinking my piss, hearing your son and starting to believe your son will always be your best friend; you will have a lot of fun, I am sure, the next time I fuck you. You experience pleasure with everything, but your fun as my slave, my father, my friend always have to be complete or I would not be a good master. I have discovered today how much you enjoy my pit smell, so I’m glad you cum more times than me. That’s the best way to start a master and slave relationship, with the slave’s utter fun or else this relationship would have no meaning. So cum as often as your wonderful dick can.

I nodded and Hugh, feeling I was close again, moved me to his other pit so I could lick both before I shot a new load. And there I was feeling the pleasure of his scent combined with the pleasure of hearing his words and Hugh’s common sense, and after that day the smell of pits always gave perfume to words, and was always common sense and fun. I had always loved words; now words with the best of masters will always be scented and after now my sexual life would always be funny. I came unexpectedly now and asked him to kiss me, please. He kissed me of course and told me he appreciated that my mouth was perfumed with his smell, a smell I had cum with again.

-And now, slave, one more thing I’m sure you are not expecting either.

And to my surprise in a quick movement he impaled himself on my dick, which was hard again after I had shot my last load.

-Sir, please, I won’t deny you now any pleasure but you told me you would like to taste my piss and I prefer to ask you. I won’t enjoy fucking you with my bladder about to burst, Sir, would you really like to drink it?

He left my ass and soon took my dick again in his mouth and told me.

-Piss, slave. You will soon get used to pissing your master.

Not sure what his reaction would be and whether he would enjoy the taste, I started pissing in my son’s mouth, one thing that if I had done to him one other day would have been abuse or even rape, since for me rape was not only penetration but anything that was not desired; but now it was only a means to find new ways to satisfy my son sexually. And he soon convinced me of the fun he was experiencing drinking his father’s piss, moaning all the time and finally thanking me when I finished and asking me to piss him more often. I told him I would do it as often as he asked me and assured him I also wanted him to piss me often, for the taste was wonderful.

And now he told me he would resume what he was doing and impaled himself on my cock again.

As I was feeling the sensation that it was the first time I ever fucked in my life, my master-son began to ask me questions.

-Do you like the fact that the slave is fucking the master?

-Indeed I do, Sir. I don’t know what I was expecting when I gave you my consent to tie me to the bed, but surely it wasn’t this, Sir, discovering your sweetness and common sense. Now I know that I will not die without finding out what sex fun is, and it is all due to you, Sir, thank you.

-Do you like the fact that the father is fucking his own son?

-I love it, Sir. I think this affection we feel for each other now will always make us better friends for I know what you need now and you know what I need. You have been the one I’ve always loved most all my life. Kelly was a short time with me, but you’ve always been with me, but I’ve never loved you more than now, Sir, my sweetest son. See, Sir; I need to cum. I hope some other days I can be longer but today I have been so surprised that despite the many loads I have spilled I need to cum in your perfect ass.

-Then cum, slave, let the master feel inside him the cum that made him.

And I really erupted in Hugh’s ass then and it was again an explosive orgasm and I told him. He looked at me moved and told me he would untie me now.

-Will you not fuck me, Sir?

-I’ll fuck you again only if you ask me. I also need to feel your desire for me and know it is your free will that’s asking me. But it will be when you’re untied.

And he sweetly loosened the ropes that tied me and it only took him a couple of minutes and then he invited me to stand up and hugged me and kissed me and in the midst of that kiss, he told me.

-I like you so much, Adrian, my brave father, my best friend, you’ve driven me crazy today. And also my slave as far as you desire it.

Hearing my own son calling me at last by my real name, as a friend does, really moved me and I began sobbing and crying. And at last I would call him by his name again.

-I will always want to be your slave, my dear Hugh, more now that you have let me know you.

-I want to ask you, Adrian: would you like to come to my bed too and we could sleep together?

-Certainly, Hugh. And now I will ask my son, not my master now: could you please fuck me again?

-I will. Lie on your back on the couch now.

I soon obeyed him. I wanted now to be fucked by my son, not my master this time and he sweetly plunged his sexy cock in my ass again and I began to cry, but now it was not out of pain but out of real emotion. Father and son had so much understood each other by now that his fucking now did not even hurt me. Knowing what I wanted he started fucking me slowly, gently till soon his rod was again a piston inside me, but I wanted it that hard, that deep and I constantly told him that now his schlong did not hurt me and it was only wonderful gay fun that I was feeling. He was fucking me now for ten minutes, constantly kissing me and calling me Adrian and at last he came in my ass.

He told me now we should eat something and we ate jacking each other off, groping each other everywhere and easy with each other now, calling ourselves only Adrian and Hugh for he told me I should not call him master again till tomorrow only if I really wanted the master and slave relationship to continue. He would behave as my lover in bed and would try to take me gay heaven only. Soon we both came in unison, finished dinner and kissed strongly first prior to his taking me to his bed, where we would spend a horny first night as lovers.

But he told we would not fuck this first night for we needed to give our dicks some rest, but he began blowing me one more time and as he sucked, he was telling me.

-Adrian, you’re my father, my friend, and my slave only as long as you desire. Why not being lovers too?

-I need no girls and no other boys now, Hugh, only you. You have taught me today what sex fun is and as long as I live I only want sex with you, always your father, your friend, your lover and of course your slave.

The new blowjob he was giving me lasted for a very short while and then I asked him to allow me the pleasure of sucking his cock one more time. Of course he would let me and I surrendered to his manhood again, moved that I was now the lover of such a hot boy. I was sucking his cock for ten more minutes till at last he told me he was cumming and I enjoyed again the flavour of my son’s semen. Exhausted now we decided to sleep, for the first time naked with my son.

The next day fortunately he began to order me about again, after having finished our respective jobs. I told him.

-Punishment would mean the end of our relationship, Hugh, Sir, and I don’t want it to ever end, when you know I would gladly obey every order you give me and you can do anything to me simply because you’re my master and I have allowed you, that simple. I feel fulfilled with you.

-I have one more challenge for you, Adrian Willoughby. You will really feel fulfilled if you ever write something. Meanwhile you can dare tell our story.

And that’s how I began writing Suffering for my son’s fun on this website, knowing I would never be believed but with it I have rehearsed writing and I am sure one day an idea will come to me for a novel, maybe a love novel, gay love, who knows?

But half a year later, I am still Hugh’s lover, Hugh’s friend, Hugh’s slave. One day I had sex with a girl again and even tried having sex with a boy different from Hugh and I liked it. We can have sex with whomever we like since we are lovers but are not in love. I don’t need love to be forever happy, with a son I really discovered one day after having been raped twice.