Chapter 3
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I suddenly felt the most excruciating pain I had felt so far. There was no mistaking. I had a dick inside my ass. My father was raping me. I cried and said.
-Oh, dad, what are you doing?
-I'm sorry, Tyler. I have suddenly got mad. I have not fucked for two years, since your mother's death and suddenly I see you taking every pain like a man. And thinking about pain, I suddenly remembered this was gonna be really painful. You have driven me crazy seeing how you blasted your load with my shit and then again when I was kicking your balls and you have been always hard. I think I must be sick but I couldn't control myself. And I think I can't hold back. You have the right to call me your shit father after now.
In the midst of that agonizing pain, my eyes like a river of tears and my ass about to be ripped open, I had to talk to him.
-Dad, first I want to tell you that I feel proud, not only of having eaten your shit and enjoyed, of having cummed when you have kicked my balls, and of having enjoyed every pain you have dished out at me, but I think I am a masochist and gay. And you are not my shit father and I hope I am no longer your shit son, Dad.
-If anyone here is shit is me, Tyler. You are great. Oh, please forgive me, I cannot stop --and he plunged deeper and painfully.
-Dad, you don't know how you have moved me when you told me you haven't fucked for two years. And I don't wanna spend the rest of my life remembering one day my father raped me. So, in the midst of this pain I tell you: go on, dad, but with my consent. You are not raping me anymore. You are fucking me now. I feel gay and I would like us to always be real friends. And if you have any doubt so far, I tell you this, dad: I am not a girl, but if you want to fuck, here you will always have my ass, even more than once a day. My ass is yours, dad, and I will even ask you to fuck me one more time today. I guess the second time it will not hurt me. Go on, have fun and cum in my ass, dad.
-Are you sure you want your father's dick in your ass, Tyler? --He really broke down now and was soaking me with his tears-. Oh, I should have begun by asking you.
-It's the same, dad, you are asking me now. Go on and enjoy, dad.
-Does it still hurt you?
-A bit less, dad. Can you please kiss me?
And his lips emotionally locked with mine and he was trying to say I was his best friend ever and thanked me for having turned him from a savage brute into a decent man who was pleasing me, that's all. We were feeling real affection for each other and I had to say more things.
-Dad, as I think I am gay and like you, could you please fuck me every day? --it did not hurt me anymore and I told him.
-Would you really like it?
-Certainly, dad.
-Then ok, but you must fuck your father too.
-And can I still be your shit son?
-No, Tyler. You are my friend now. If you really like eating shit you can eat mine more often and I will only feel admiration for you. You are a real man now.
-Then, dad, the next time you have to shit, I would beg you to shit in my mouth. I will show you tomorrow that I can eat that from you proudly.
-I think I can feed you some more shit today. Would you like?
-Yes, dad, please. And I want to try your piss in my mouth too. The smell of your piss I still have in my hair is making me desire I could drink it, dad.
-Ok, I will do anything now to please you, Tyler.
-Dad, when you cum in my ass, I would really like to blow you. I wanna try every gay experience and I want to try with you --the fucking meanwhile was driving me crazy and I told him so he was calm-. But have no hurry to cum in my ass, dad, I am really enjoying your dick now.
-Then I would do every possible thing to please you, Tyler. You are my man now and I think I can have no more pleasure with a girl. I will also try every gay experience, you can be sure. And I would even like us to sleep together.
-That's a dream, dad. But please, your hot sweaty smell is driving me crazy as you are fucking me. Do not have a shower, dad. I wanna lick every part of your body.
-You are telling me everything I often watch in gay movies at the sex shop.
-Then tell me everything you see, dad. I wanna try everything, especially everything dirty. I may not be your shit son anymore, dad, but I am dirtiest. You will have to be with a very pig lover, if you want me as your lover.
-My lover, my friend, my man. I don't care how dirty you can be. I like you just as you are. So far, I don't want to try pig things but maybe one day I will drink your pee, eat your shit, etc.
-You don't have to, dad, believe me. I am the dirty one.
-Well, but you have to fuck me; I will blow you and so on, ok?
-Ok, dad. Tell me everything dirty you see in gay movies.
-Well, if you really like my smell, are you willing to lick my feet, pits and ass?
-That would be heaven for me, dad.
-Would you try my puke?
-Yes, dad, at least I want to be your toilet today and later I will decide. When you cum in my ass, you decide the order in which I will make everything you want, dad. And do not forget I want you to fuck me again.
-So first, I will cum, Tyler. And now the first thing you will do is fuck your father. So, don't cum now. There I go.
And I could feel for the first time in my life a whole blast of hot semen bathing the deepest recesses of my arse. I waited for him to drain his stream of semen. Then I turned and kissed erotically the mouth of Martin Ogilvy, my new friend and lover. He thanked me and kissed me affectionately and later he would tell me no girl had ever kissed him before with so much passion and that from now on he preferred my lips. Thus we were a long time till he finally got on all fours and with a moved voice asked me to be courageous now and fuck his father. I had to be brave and approached his sexy buttocks.
-I hope you are sure, dad. If you want me to stop, please tell me and I will.
-Fuck me, Tyler. I have never been so sure of something in my sexual life. I want your dick inside me.
So suddenly I shoved my penis in his hot crack. The first time I was inside an ass was heaven, but I had to ask him.
-You want me to go on, dad?
-It's really hurting me. But I have never before been this lustful. You have taken everything like a man and now it is my turn. I will cry, cause your massive dick is really hurting me. But I think I can also be a masochist. Maybe one day both of us need a master. But come on, Tyler, go on fucking daddy. Cum in my ass.
My first time fucking a man was heaven and I could feel the lust and desire in my father's eyes. It was hurting him, but he wanted the excruciating pain my rod was causing him. After five minutes he told me it didn't hurt him anymore and I relaxed. The hot rhythm of my shaft and his sweaty body, his ass bucking, his entire body flexing and radiating desire, made my first time, which was also his first gay time, an ocean of sheer bliss. We took communion with gay pleasures and were increasingly sure we desired to be lovers. Ten minutes lasted that first time I was fucking my father. I suddenly felt fire in my balls, which rose up my dick and I had to yell as my cock started to blast its load inside my father's inner depths. He screamed too when he could feel my semen and blasted a new load which splashed his hot naked chest turning it into a lake of aroused nectar.
Then he came to me and kissed me ravenously. I returned the kiss with absolute desire and unexpectedly he told me.
-You will do now a lot of things. But I must be first. I really enjoy gay experiences with you.
Then he came to my feet and started to lick them. At least they didn't stink and he would tell me the flavour of my feet was perfect for his hungry mouth. I saw sudden tears in his eyes. I asked and he told me he was crying out of real emotion. It took him ten minutes to devour every pore of both my feet and saying he would not lick my ass today; we could lick our asses tomorrow after washing and soaping them up previously, he suddenly started to lick my pits. Again he surprised me. He said they were a little sweaty, but he liked that smell so much that he needed to jack off and cum with his lover's smell. He moaned and screamed obscenities as he was pumping his cock savagely and it hardly took him any time to cum. I saw my father's cum on the floor and wanted to be doing the same with him, but that hot man still had to surprise me again. He told me to sit on the couch and with no more words he knelt on the floor and started to give me a blowjob.
I felt heaven was coming to me as I was getting something I did not expect from the most unexpected person. And there could be no hotter sucker than my dad. It was his first time. I could sense it when he started biting me, but I told him and soon he knew how to give wonderful blowjobs to his son. From time to time he spoke:
-I have licked pussies very often, but this is my first dick. Believe me when I say I like your dick more, so get ready for your daddy to blow you every day after now.
-I also want to know what it feels like to have a dick in my mouth, but ok, dad, you wanted to be first. Enjoy then. Though I am afraid I cannot hold it any longer.
It had been such an unexpected pleasure that I really had to burst and soon I was filling my father's sexy mouth with my jizz. Then we passionately kissed again and I implored him to let me enjoy his dirty body now. He said I could and I also started at his feet. The first time I was licking a man's stinking feet convinced me I was gay and I wanted nothing but the hot taste of a dirty man for the rest of my life. I couldn't remember having ever moaned that much as when I was savouring my father's intimate tastes. I went mad when I had his sweat running down my tongue and bathing my chin. I wanted to sleep tonight with my daddy's scent on me. After ten minutes I finally dared to touch and sniff his pits and I knew for sure I wanted to cum again and I began one of my wildest masturbations, my wildest one that day. I said: "oh, dad, I wanna lick your pits every day." He told me he would go to the shower once every two weeks unless I asked him to wash more often. I was in heaven knowing that. I moved to his other pit, jerking off as a madman with transfigured face, assimilating that my dad's armpits would be that sweaty for my pleasure every day. I finally blasted my load yelling like crazy and with no other words I started licking my father's balls, telling them they should create a new amount of jism for my hungry stomach to swallow later. Five minutes licking erotically his balls and I dared go slowly up his shaft, remain a good while in his head and swallow it complete with real lust. I agreed with him that having a dick in your mouth was just heaven. Martin Ogilvy moaned with real pleasure and I knew for sure I could suck his moist sexy dick every day. What we were doing together was discovering each other and both of us thought the same about the other. We could have no hotter partner in the future than our dirty selves. My dad could not hold it for long either and soon his juice was in my mouth, bathing my teeth and tongue, slowly going down my throat and reaching my stomach. The taste was perfect. Then he told me.
-I wanna do just the same as you are doing, Tyler. I have discovered today I am bisexual and just as masochist and incestuous as you. Now I wanna be just as pig. We should do a scat movie at home. I suggest now we both should shit on the floor at the same time and then we will eat as much shit as we like, yours and mine.
-Are you sure you want to try shit, dad?
-I am sure, Tyler. Please, let's do it. Let's shit on the floor. But first you should piss in my mouth.
-Ok, dad, I will. But you will piss me next.
I started raining in his mouth my golden pungent liquid. He seemed to be swallowing with pleasure but after some seconds he made me a clear gesture with his hand to stop.
-You don't want any more piss, I suppose.
-I want it all, it's not that. I wanna ask you something. Do you wanna try a real pig experience with me?
-Yes, dad, why are you asking?
-Cause maybe you have to lose something to win something different. I mean this: I would like you to fill my whole naked body with your piss now, but if you do, I will need to have a shower later. I wanna feel your shit and puke on my body too, be for a couple of hours smearing everything on my body and then have a shower. If you really like my stench, I will have this smell again soon. I think I could go to the shower every two weeks. And you too. And then every two Saturdays, we could have this scat dream again. You decide: would you rather pour everything on my body and in my mouth and then I will wash or would you rather I smelled more and then nothing on my body?
-Oh, dad, let's do everything in both our bodies. I hope you like my shit and puke later too.
-So, bathe my entire body with your pee, please Tyler.
I was so aroused seeing the drops of my piss soaking my father's sexy body. I intended to bathe him everywhere and after half a minute pissing everything of him, even his face, he turned and told me to pour piss all over his back nudity too. They were two minutes of crazy rain, after which he said he was going to do the same to me. He started filling my chest, and then my face. Then I had to open my mouth and also taste his stream. I was surprised at the flavour and yelled with arousal. He was peeing in my mouth for half a minute and then he asked me to turn. I even felt his stream inside my crack and I spread my ass cheeks so it could also fall inside my ass. When he finally stopped, he asked me to shit him. Since I asked him whether he was sure, he told me I could shit on the floor and we would see. Then I took courage and dared shit before him. He said he was really enjoying the smell and when I did finally finish, he grabbed one turd and was erotically touching it and then he started to smear the shit all over his chest. He was so cute with it! Then he even ate some of my crap and praised the taste. He was eating it with a happy face when I saw he was suddenly cumming and he told me now he knew he was born to play with my substances. Then after smearing my shit on his face --God, he was so cute with that dirty aspect- and his back, he asked if I also wanted. I reminded him I had enjoyed the taste today and I wanted him to shit in my mouth first. He did shit now in my stomach and the taste took me back to heaven. The arousal today had started with me eating his poop and now I could devour a new turd. I was surprised he had some more shit in his bowels but now he started to shit on my chest. There was no more but I also wanted to smear his crap all over my body. Now we were embellished with two rivers of disgusting shit. He kissed me ravenously for a couple of minutes and then he said he would puke on the floor and see my reaction. If I was disgusted, we could continue in the kitchen, he said.
He let his fingers in his mouth and it was very easy for him to fill the floor with a lake of digested spinach, what we had eaten yesterday. The mere smell of that lake made my dick hard as a rock, and even when he was still vomiting, I had to take one of my fingers to that puddle and then to my mouth and taste it. Now it was me who blasted his load at the taste. And I said: "oh, dad, this is delicious. I will get some puke from the floor and smear my body with it. Every part of my body was filled now with pee, shit and puke and my father praised me and said I was cutest. He urged me to puke now. He was hard with the smell of his own puke and wanted to smell and taste mine now. I also filled the floor and he also took some of my puke from it and took it under his nose and was sniffing it with lust. Finally he opened his mouth and tasted it. Then he took puke from the floor too and filled his whole body with it. Now we were both dirtiest with every substance of our pig selves embellishing our bodies. He said we could eat something with all that dirt on our bodies. He would bring two towels for us to sit and not stain the chairs. I said ok, but also implored him to fuck me again before we ate. I reminded him I really wanted his dick in my ass now more than once a day. He said it would be ok if I dared fuck him a second time when we were in bed. So, with my whole body filled with piss, shit and puke, I placed myself on all fours on the floor, he approached me and soon his hot dick was again inside my ass, my shit as lube.
His rod took me back to the way of heaven. But paradise could not be better than being fucked by my father, feeling only desire and lust. I said "oh, dad, never repent of having raped me. That notion will forever be forgotten. You just showed me the way to be always aroused. I can have now more dicks inside my ass, but none will be like yours." Now the fucking lasted longer and I learnt how to move my ass so it gave him more pleasure and I could feel his cock always pleasing my hole and my entire body. It was again ten minutes of utter pleasure and finally he busted his load inside my welcoming arse.
With bodies dirty of every possible dirt, we sat down and started eating and my father mentioned something to me which opened a new world for us.
-I think, Tyler, I am as masochist, as pig and as incestuous as you. I refuse to be your master, and I don't want you to be my master either for I can feel you won't desire that chance. But there is another possibility. My workmate Karl Low is always watching incest porn movies, scat movies and BDSM movies. I will speak to him and ask him what he would desire but he can become our master, of both of us, if we are willing to offer him incest shows. Is it ok with you?
-It would be perfect for me, dad. --I had known Karl. He used to come home and he had a gorgeous body-. Now I know I've always been gay, dad. I am remembering the way I had looked at some friends of mine. And even the way I looked at your friend Karl. He is real sexy. But you have made me discover my sexual orientation, dad.
-And thanks to you, Tyler, I know I am bisexual. I can phone Karl now. I want to see him this very afternoon, and if he answers we could meet, we should have a thorough shower first.
Then my father looked for his mobile phone and called his workmate. I heard the conversation. He asked Karl whether he had ever had a slave. I think he answered he had, and my father said he wanted to talk to him and meet in a bar three hours later. Then he told me we should go to the shower.
There we were in the bathtub and we have to erase all the dirt we had in our bodies. We were for almost half an hour taking away all that was covering us. But my father had something more to say.
-I guess you don't want to kick my balls, do you?
-No, dad, please, don't ask me that.
-I understand, Tyler, but I need you to give me some pain in my balls. Would you at least dare squeeze my balls real hard?
-I will do that, dad. But tell me then if you can stand the pain.
So I timidly started to squeeze my father's balls. He was moaning and said thank you, Tyler, but asked me please to squeeze harder. He really needed his son to give him some pain. I understood this way he would feel less repentant for having raped me. I wanted to take that idea from his mind forever, so now I began to really squeeze his balls viciously. His cock was harder than a rock and as I increased the pain, he almost yelled with pleasure and finally told me he was cumming and I could see a long stream of jizz filling the bathtub. I was glad I had made him cum again. Then he jacked me off in there till I blasted a new load. Finally we left the shower, put our clothes back on and he said he was going to meet Karl now and assured me whatever happened we would sleep together tonight. Finally he left and I stayed alone at home waiting for him for three hours. I heard the door key now. My father came back with Karl. The latter came to me then and started to sweetly talk to me.
-Hi, Tyler. Your father has been talking to me and has told me what has happened here this morning. So the first question I want to ask you is: do you really want to be my slave?
-I'd love to, Sir. You are hot and cute.
-First, I think we should know each other and talk a lot. I suggest we could all three have a coffee first without our clothes.
-I will make coffee, Sir.
-Take your clothes off, first, Martin. You and your son need not call me sir so far. A master has first to earn his slave or slaves. If both of you want to become somebody's slaves, you should first know not to trust anybody so soon. So, undress, Martin.
My father was first to take everything off and I was hard again at his nudity. At the same time I liked Karl seeing how hard I was with my dad.
-Now it will be your turn, Tyler.
I took no time to be naked. Karl praised both my father's naked body and mine. He said he was getting naked himself now. It was said and done. The man who could be our first master had a spectacular body. My father and he had never seen each other naked before. Now the three of us were horny and my father started to make coffee.
-I've always lusted for you, Martin --Karl said-. I still can't believe I can have sex with you.
Now the three of us had a long conversation and were getting to know each other. Karl told us he had had some slaves so far, and everything he suggested, my father and I were willing to do. He would beat us, but seldom, and we didn't have to beat each other. We would often have incest before him, and we agreed to be his toilets from time to time and each other's toilets too, not so often, because it could be dangerous for health. He mentioned he had to piss and asked my dad to open his mouth. Karl started to be calm and horny seeing how my father started to swallow his things with no disgust. Then he said he wanted first to see our incest and we should both 69 now. Martin Ogilvy and I started to blow each other with no hesitation desiring to give Karl a good show. He said after this mutual sucking we could both call him Sir if we so wished.
Having an onlooker made my father and I desire to be better than ever. We really lusted for each other. So, it was both feelings that took us to one of our best orgasms, but one of our shortest. It took my father little more than three minutes to cum in my mouth and feeling his juice inside me made me blast my load next. Master Karl was jacking off and we showed him our teeth stained with semen, at the image of which he was next to spill a huge amount of cum. My father and I were glad we had managed to make our master cum at last. Karl soon wanted to play a new game. He told us to lie on the floor of the living room with our heads to the couch. He sat down and saying no word, he put his left foot on my mouth and his right foot on my father's and ordered us to lick his feet.
His feet were the only part of his body that had some smell and he wanted to try our level of the dirty slaves we had told him we were. We made him a thorough footjob. Working as slaves together, my father and I looked at each other and smiled. We knew we would have our privacy later but we were sure we both needed a master. Today's events had changed our lives forever. So there we were, each licking one foot, careful to cover with saliva all of them, with the wonderful man scent of our master, which was beginning to drive us crazy. After we had been working his feet for a quarter of an hour, he said he was gonna do a different thing. He ordered my father to move to the bathroom door and once he was there, he mounted him and rode his new pony towards me, and when he arrived to me, he ordered him to stay put and me to fuck him. I knew my father already liked his son's dick in his ass and I started slowly to fuck him, in slow motion, pleasing his inner caverns, in a rhythm that took me only two minutes to blast my seed inside him. It had been so hot to see him as a horse and me fucking him that I guessed I would be next but Master Karl told me I would be his pony tomorrow.
Now he said he wanted to check our piggiest selves and when we were not expecting it he started to take a dump on the floor, but meanwhile he said.
-Now slave Tyler, it's my turn to piss you. Approach your slave mouth to my cock.
And I was drinking my master's piss as he was shitting. It took him two minutes, after which he gave us the order to sniff his crap and only if we were aroused at the smell, we should try and eat. My father was as horny as I was and relished at the thought of tasting a new man's shit and both of us with wide smiles, we looked at the brown heap of crap, sniffed it for two minutes and with no hesitation started to eat. Soon all our master's poop was in our stomachs. He was wanking till he finally shot his load and then told us it had been a great experience and he would return every afternoon if we so desired him to use us as he wished.
-And you, slave Martin --he said-, when we are at work and if I need a blowjob in the morning, we will take a break, go to one of the toilets and you will blow me. Is it clear, slave?
-It will be as you order, Sir.
-So now I will leave you so you can spend the first night together. I only ask you to tell me tomorrow every detail. We will continue as master and slaves, but always as friends. And do not worry, your secret's safe with me.
He kissed both our mouths and left. Now my dad and I stayed alone and still naked prepared dinner and once we were eating it Martin Ogilvy suggested we should jack each other off as we ate. As we were wanking he asked me if I was happy after today's events.
-Becoming your lover, Dad, is heaven for me. Oh, I hope you never repent. And having Karl as a master is also my need. He's so hot. But are you sure you want him as a master too?
-Today you have been teaching me many things about myself. I still cannot believe I started to rape you and you soon changed that into tenderness for me. You have made me discover I am bisexual and as pig as you. You also made me discover I am a great masochist. I may like Karl beating me or not but I like his humiliations. So, after now, we can live our sexual life enjoying each other and having him ordering us what to do, if you agree.
-I agree, dad. Oh, I cannot hold it any longer.
-So, let us cum together.
We did cum and finished dinner. Now it was moving to know we would be in bed together for the first time, having sex. But our dicks were exhausted. We decided to leave blowjobs for tomorrow and fuck each other again. He said he really wanted me to fuck him one more time and now I had no more hesitations and soon shoved my dick inside his arse and started pleasing my father with it. He yelled in ecstasy noticing his son's cock inside and moved erotically. I kissed him with an everlasting new emotion. I had to show him I really desired him as my lover. It took me a quarter of an hour, my longest time so far, but I finally filled his guts with my juice. And then I kissed him two more minutes and turned so he could thrust now his pole in my ass. He did not take so long but it was wonderful to feel the cock that made me piercing my flesh again, as his sweat was soaking me. With a long aroused shout he finally blasted his load in my bowels. Then we became calm but horny and we had a long kiss and were for longer than an hour caressing our naked bodies and talking about our new life, father and son lovers, and Karl's slaves.
Next day and every day my father gave Karl at least one blowjob at work and when our master came back in the afternoons, it was me who gave him a blowjob. He rode me as a pony too, something he loved and now it was my father who fucked me.
This situation has always been prolonged and we are lovers who have a master for both. Karl hardly beats us but makes us obey him and we are also good friends and we live a happy life with incest and sadomasochism, what the fuck? Why not?