Date: Mon, 7 Jul 2008 16:45:08 +0000 (GMT)
From: slut <maleslut443@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Family Secrets 11

Dad and Sean arrived home from work together, and Sean
immediately plonked himself down on his bed with his
headphones saying he was staying in for the night. That
effectively blocked me from any fun and games with my
computer, so I took myself out to the garden with a book and
a jug of orange squash. I was sitting there reading at the
patio table when Tracey came and found me.

"Latest update," she said, dropping in to the chair next to
me.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Dad, pretty soon," she said with a giggle. ""He's had a
mail from Uncle Harry."

That got my interest, and I put aside the book to
concentrate on what she was telling me.

"Give," I said.

She leaned forward and rested a hand on my upper thigh.
"When he goes on his comp tonight he's to make some excuse
to call you in to his study."

Study was a bit grand for what was basically a small box
room, but it was where Dad kept his and Mum's computer. Mum
loved the soaps, but Dad hated them. So when she was
downstairs watching them he would come up and go on his
computer, and as Tracey and I now knew from his mails and
favourites it was to go on a chat site called Gay
Humiliation Chat using the name degrademe48.

"He's to leave his chat room up on the screen," Tracey
continued. "And at least one IM using his screen name. He's
to make sure you see it, and he has to answer any questions
you ask truthfully. What do you think of that?"

"Interesting," I said. "Could be a lot of fun."

"You bet it will be. Pity you didn't put a secret cam in
there."

"That could be rectified," I said with a smile. "If I get up
there before the soaps start. But what's it going to do your
plan?"

Her idea for tonight had been to join the site herself in
disguise, and then engage him in conversation. It seemed
pretty neat. With the number of old men on the net
pretending to be young girls it would make a nice change for
a young girl to pretend to be an old man.

"Enhances it," she said smugly. "I'm going to be that at
least one IM. I've already joined the site for my free
trial."

"And what's your name?"

She smiled. "BullDom," she said. "Hardly subtle, but I don't
think it's a place for subtle."

I had plenty of time to set up the cam, though I would have
to remove it tomorrow or find a better location. Then I
slipped into Tracey's room. She was already at her computer
and in the chat room. She was getting various messages from
the occupants, but deflecting them. We heard the music
starting for the first soap coming up form downstairs, and
the sound of dad on the stairs. A few minutes later
degrademe48 appeared on the chat room list.

"Degrademe48," Tracey typed in the room. "Private me"

"yes, sir," came back the instant answer, and a page popped
up on the side.

Tracey accepted it.

"hello, sir"

"Hello, degrade. And how are you today?"

"good thank you, sir. and yourself?"

"Never better, degrade. Are you married?"

"yes, sir."

"Children?"

"three, sir. all teenagers."

"I enjoy fucking wimpy little sluts like you, degrade. Then
fucking their slut wives in front of them. I'm going to fuck
yours, degrade. Fuck her in all of her dirty holes, and then
have you clean her out with your tongue."

"yes, sir."

She looked up at me. "Get yourself in there," she said. She
glanced down at the front of my jeans. "I was going to
suggest you get yourself hard," she said. "But I see it's
not necessary."

"Tell me about your wife, degrade," she typed, bringing up
the cam showing Dad sitting typing at his desk.

I went out onto the landing. Dad's door was open, which it
usually wasn't when he was on the computer, so I guessed he
was at least planning to carry out Uncle Harry's
instructions if the opportunity arose. And I was going to
make sure it did. I stopped at the doorway and said hello.
His first reaction was to minimise the chat box that I could
see at an angle on his screen, but then he brought it back
up again. Behind it was the main chat room. I saw him type a
quick BRB in the chat box.

"I was wondering how you were feeling now, Chris," he said,
half turning to me.

Fine thanks, Dad," I said as I came further into the little
room until I could see the screen properly. ."I'll be back
at school tomorrow. You chatting?"

"Yes," he said, his voice a good half an octave higher than
normal.

I leaned over him to look at the screen. His nervousness was
almost a physical presence in the room as read what had been
typed, but that did nothing to rid him of nthe bulge that I
noticed in his trousers. This was turning him on as well as
making him curl up inside with nervousness and
aembarrassment. He'd been telling Tracey, aka BullDom, about
Mum when he'd stopped typing, and it was just beginning to
get graphic. The last line was about the firmness of her
tits.

"Gay Humiliation Chat," I read aloud. "You into that, are
you, Dad?" I asked, remembering Uncle Harry's instruction to
him to be truthful.

Yes," he said. "Just a bit of fun, you know."

"Of course, Dad," I agreed. "We've all got to find our fun
where we can, haven't we? Which one are you in that
conversation?"

My easy acceptance that he was on a gay chat room, and one
devoted to humiliation, seemed to have emboldened him. He
was looking a lot more relaxed, and even managed a smile.

"Degrademe48", he said.

"So you're the bottom," I said with mock thoughtfulness.
"The one being humiliated. And this BullDom bloke is giving
you the treatment. Is that why he's got you talking about
Mum and her firm tits?"

He got a bit uneasy again then, but he worked his way
through it. I think he was really enjoying himself b eing so
frank with me about all this, but feeling guilty about
enjoying it.

"Making a man talk sexually about his wife and his
family..well, his wife.is a way of humiliating him," he told
me. "It sort of takes away his manhood..using something
that's rightly his.something he should be protecting.does
that make sense?"

"It does, Dad," I said, though I'm not sure it did to me.
"And what about for real?"

"For real?"

"Would you find it exciting if this BullDom bloke, and maybe
a bunch of his mates, were having sex with Mum in front of
you and you helpless to do anything about it?"

He paused for a long time before answering, his expression
very thoughtful, and when it came I do think it was an
honest answer.

"I don't know, son," he said slowly. "I really don't know.
As a fantasy it excites me, but the reality might be very
different."

That left a bit of an awkward silence. I was a little bit
embarrassed myself, to be truthful, at how honest he was
being with me.  But you could always trust Tracey, sitting
there watching and listening on the cam, to sense a mood,
and to know what to do to break it.

"I'm getting impatient here, degrade," she typed. "What's
the hold up?"

"I'd better answer him," Dad said.

"Of coursed, Dad," I reassured him. "Just act as if I'm not
here. This is all really interesting."

"sorry, sir" he typed in. "someone came in."

"Who?"

I leant down and said into Dad's ear, "Tell him, Dad. It's
alright."

"my son, sir" Dad typed.

"Is he still there?"

"yes, sir."

"Can he see the screen?"

"yes, sir."

"Good. So he knows what a cock-sucking cuckold his Dad
really is."

Dad glanced quickly at me, and then typed, "he does, sir."

"Have you sucked your son's cock, degrade?"

"no, sir, I haven't."

"Do you want to, degrade?"

Dad's hands hesitated over the keyboard, and then he typed,
"I'm sorry, sir. I have to go."

"Very well, degrade. We'll talk again."

"yes, sir."

Dad closed down the chat box, and then the chat room. For
long moments he just sat there looking at the empty screen.

"Well, Dad?" I said. "Do you want to?"

He turned in his chair and looked up at me, saying nothing.
I reached down and pulled down my zip, reaching in and
taking out my rock-hard cock. His eyes left my face and
focused on the head of my cock.

"You want to taste it, Dad?" I asked. "You want to taste my
cock? You told BullDom that you were a cock-sucking whore.
Is that true, Dad? You want to show me how much you want my
cock?"

He gave half a nod and half a grunt, and his lips closed
over the head. Looking down and seeing my own father sucking
my cock, I nearly came there and then. It was so much better
than fucking my best mate's face, and even more exciting
than when Tracey had taken me into her mouth. This was
power, the power to degrade and humiliate, and I could
understand why Uncle Harry got such a kick out of it.

I undid my belt and let my jeans slip down my thighs. "Lick
it, you bitch," I told him in a low voice. "Lick my cock and
my balls. Show me what a slut you really are."

He took it in his hand and licked up and down the shaft,
before dipping his head to lick around my balls as he pulled
down my pants. I felt his hot wet tongue on my flesh, and
watched him as he worked his way around my balls and cock.
Felt the wetness of his saliva coating me as he tasted me.

"Now suck it," I ordered. "Make me cum."

He went to it with a will, taking more of me into his mouth
this time and bobbing up and down as his lips rubbed up and
down the shaft. I was on the point of cumming, but I wanted
to cum on him and not in him.

"Tracey's watching," I whispered. "Watching on the cam I set
up in here."

I saw his hand go to his own flies, and released his own
hard cock. He began to wank it as his motion on mine picked
up a pace. Almost there, I grabbed his hair and pulled his
head back. My cum exploded out of my cock, splashing across
his lips and his cheek. He climaxed almost simultaneously,
covering his hand and the lap of his trousers with his own
cum. I stepped back and looked at him, a little stunned but
still feeling amazingly exhilarated. I had stepped over a
line, as had he, and I never wanted to retreat back behind
it again.

He looked up at me, my cum dripping from his face, and his
expression was even more stunned than I felt. "What you
said." he croaked. "About Tracey.it was just..you were
just.it wasn't true, was it?"

"See for yourself," I said, gesturing to the screen as I
pulled up my jeans and tucked my cock back inside.

"Thanks for the show, Dad," BullDom had typed in the message
box.


*Always appreciate getting comments and messages from
readers, and the most common request is for me to write
more. So just a mention that I have two other ongoing
stories here - Family Debt and Inlaws & Outlaws, both in
Bisexual/Authoritarian.