Tony

Sometimes I wonder whether I should have seen it coming.

Tony smoothly took over once he figured out how Brent and Elmer were fucking me at least once every day, more and more often in his own basement.

Tony also smoothly turned that into the camping trip where he gave me to James, after Tony got me accustomed to calling him my dad.  He also smoothly managed James and me being married, as well as how James managed me, as well as how his other boys and friends continued to use me, including Brett and his friends, and Ted and those he supervised.

Tony even smoothly moved into taking over Smith’s relationship with my mom, and turning him into a more than willing participant in Tony’s getting my mom pregnant.

I still don’t and may well never know if it’s just me, and I certainly know that is has quit mattering, long before I noticed.  Tony supervised my giving my heart to James, but Tony was taking my soul.  And I was more and more comfortable giving it to him, as well as anything else he might want to ask for, as evidenced by James and the movement into scat.

Tony seemed to be behind everything.  It was him who got James and Brent to get me to wear a bra.  It was Tony who added the nipple clips.  It seems to have been Tony who got Travis to catch me and James in the weight room.  It seems to have been Tony who got Brett to get Paul to use me at the pool.

So when the religious side started I was already long gone.

Tony and I seemed to be just visiting: “So you you really feeling like I’m your dad these days, son?”

Wow.  That went straight to my heart.  “I love you dad.”

“More or less than James, son?”

I paused.  Tony noticed.  “It’s ok, son.  James knows I gave you to him.  And I do everything I can to keep that as strong as it is.  So don’t worry about it.  But do tell me.  When I just fucked you, are you thinking about how nice it will feel when I shoot in you, or about how nice it will feel for me to shoot in you?”

Like so many things, this quickly went beyond me.  Tony caught me again.  “Don’t worry son.  Move over here so I can finger your hole while we talk.  I think it may be time for a bit more for you.”

“I love you, dad.  Do I please you enough?”

“Son.  Don’t worry about that.  But it is good that you keep it on your mind.  That hole feels so nice with so much of my cum in it.

Do you ever wonder about whether there is more you should be doing for your dad?”

I keep pausing.  This one Tony waited out.  “I’m sure there must be, dad.”

“Do you pray, son?”

Wow.  Where was this going?  “I guess.”

“Who do you think of when you pray, son?”

“I’m not really sure, dad.”

“Have you ever thought of praying to me?”

Wow.  Two of Tony’s fingers went deep in my hole.  I knew I knew the answer.  “Would that be ok, dad?”

Tony kissed me, as he continued to finger my hole.  “Tell me what you’re thinking, son.”  And his fingers went in even deeper, as he rubbed his cum all over deep inside me.  I couldn’t help but kiss him again, and move my hand back to open my hole so his fingers could go in even deeper.

“You’re always so good to me, dad.”

Tony slowly pulled his fingers out, and put them in me mouth.  Of course I happily sucked the cum off of them.

“Kneel in front of me, son.”

It felt so natural.  I moved his legs apart, looking forward to sucking on his beautiful huge dick.

“No son.  Not this time.  Kneel.  And tell me how you feel.”

My heart seemed to skip a beat.  “I love you, dad.”

“You sure, son?  More or less than James, son.  And think of him being right here, watching.”

Now my heart definitely skipped a beat.  “It’s different, dad.”

“I know, son.  Now stop thinking so much about yourself and let your mind go.  I’m sure you can figure this out.”

I was almost ready to cry.  And Tony seemed to know even before I did.  “It’s ok if you need to cry a bit, son.  Just let yourself go.  For real.”

I was trying to understand what I was feeling.  “Dad.  Would it be weird if I prayed to you?”

Tony never seemed to miss a beat.  Ever.  He brought me up and kissed me, even deeper than I ever remembered.  “Really tell me what you’re thinking, son.”

I was kind of crying, somehow.  “Dad.  Would it be weird if I wanted to give you my soul?”

Tony kissed me again.  “I want to fuck you again so badly, but we can’t stop here.”

He pushed me back to my knees between my legs.  “I know you know what to do, son.”

It seemed a bit crazy, but also so so natural.  Tony open his pants and helped me put my hands on his big nuts and his hard precum leaking dick, and then gently pushed my head down.

“I love you so much, father.  And more than just that.  I need to worship you.”

“My son.”  Cum started leaking out of his hard dick.  “Keep focusing, son.”

“I pledge my soul to you, dad.  Please help me worship you better.”

Tony wiped some of the cum off of his dick and onto my forehead.  “Close your eyes and let yourself go, son.  I know you want to suck me.  But we both know you need to do more than that.”

I cried even more.  Tony came more.  He kissed my head.

“You’re getting there, my son.”

“I love you so much, dad.”

And Tony wiped some cum on my lips and mouth.

“I accept you, son.  So we know you need to start doing this at least once a day, right?”

“Yes, father.  Thank you.”