Date: Fri, 4 Sep 2015 04:21:47 +0000 (UTC)
From: Sam Nifty <nifty_addict@yahoo.com>
Subject: DAD WITH SONS - Part 2

DAD WITH SONS - Part 2

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DAD WITH HIS SONS - Part 2 is an original piece of fiction.

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This story contains  kinky sex and could fall under the incest
and authoritarian categories. You will also find abuse, pain
and moments of unexpected tenderness. If you are not
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THE STORY SO FAR:

This the story of what happened when I caught my son Curt
sucking the cock of his older brother Rodney.  I was disgusted
with his behavior and decided to punish him by making him the
BITCH of the house. I invited my beer buddies over and shared
out BITCH with them. Would he make a good BITCH? Below is what
follows.

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Gary came over with Tim & John that Sunday afternoon for the
three B's - Beer, Brunch and most important of all, the BITCH.

The 3 buddies were farmers - King City, CA., had lots of them
- and all were hunky, muscular and coarse men, endowed with
huge COCKS and inherently nasty attitudes. They were always
game for a good time and fuking a hole was a sport they
enjoyed immensely. It did not matter whose hole it was and
which one. So I had no hesitation in calling them over. I knew
they would not be shocked or disgusted, but enjoy treating the
CUNT, the CUMDUMP, the way he deserved to be treated.

The afternoon started off on a kinky yet fairly civilized
note. While the 5 of us - the 3 visitors, Rod and I - sat at
the dining table having our beer and pizzas, Curt was
relegated to the space under the table, in his jocks.  If
anyone of us wanted his cock sucked off or wished to take a
piss, we had only to kick him under the table and he would
immediately service the person. The civilized part was, we
never let our demands overlap. When one was being serviced the
others would wait.

With all the beer we were drinking, there was a lot of piss
being thrown out- directly into the CUNT'S mouth. (Yes, Curt
was corrupted to CUNT by my clever older son, Rod.) Though no
fresh slices of pizza were passed on to him under the table,
scraps and leftovers from our plates were generously thrown on
the floor for the CUNT to clear off.

"Eat it off the floor. No using your hands BITCH," a fresh
rule set by my favorite son. Rod was so devious and devilish,
that I couldn't but love him.
Curt had to polish the food scraps off the floor, even if they
found their way under the feet of one of us. If the food got
stepped upon, our shoes could only add flavoring to the food.
Rod made sure he kept an eye on CUNT, he didn't want us to go
easy on the BITCH.

Curt, however, was playing the perfect BITCH. I suspect, the
problem with this punishment was, that it was no punishment at
all, since the CUNT seemed to be enjoying it. He seemed to
love the abuse.

Later when we had had enough of poker, pizzas and pissing into
the CUNT'S mouth, we decided to get into full blown action.
The BITCH was tied up in one of the other rooms, without a
shred of clothing of course, and the buddies were free to go
there, whenever they wished and give vent to every sadistic
fantasy of theirs, and I enjoyed watching them inflict all
their bottled by perverted desires on my FAGGY son. Often he
was used collectively, they didn't have to use him one at a
time.
He was violently  fucked - in the mouth and in the ass.
Pissed upon and. In the mouth.
Made to suck and lick pitts, feet and shitholes.
Paddled until his butt was red and lacerated. Had clothes pegs
clipped to his nips. Kicked and slapped.  Had his nipples
twisted and hair pulled. Spat upon.
Made to suffer verbal abuse.
All through the abuse, the CUNT'S COCK was hard. Never once
did I see the appendage go limp. The BITCH enjoyed it all.

Though I was cheering and egging my buddies on, I would
periodically ask my son, discretely in whispers, whether he
could take the abuse. Through tears and moans of pain, he
would whisper back in my ear, that he loved me and loved
everything that was being inflicted upon him.

Finally after a few long hours of action, I decided it was
getting late and that we had had enough. Pushing aside the
person fuking him at that moment, I penetrated the SHITTER of
the CUNT.  He moaned with joy and pain, and said "I love you
daddy."
When finally I was fuking him on the floor, all the men
surrounded us and began to piss on our faces. I didn't know
that a golden shower could be so fukin enjoyable. I discharged
in my son's ass.
That seemed like the perfect moment to call it a day.

It was also time for Rod to drive back to the University. It
was a good 4 hour drive from King City to LA, and I wanted him
to get back to his dorm in time to rest, recoup and be ready
for his classes the next day.

Earlier that day, before the boys came over, my boss,
Mr.Fabbro, had called asking why I had not showed up at his
house on Saturday, that is the previous day, to take his wife
shopping to the Mall.

That was a euphemism for taking his wife, Stacy, out for a fuk
to the motel. This was a routine Saturday affair. The room at
the motel was paid for by him. I found the whole affair sleazy
and exciting - fuking the slut in a motel room, paid for by
her husband.
Once we met Stacy's brother emerging from the room next to
ours. I winked discretely at him, and pretended I didn't know
him.

I recognized the woman with him. She was a school teacher,
probably his daughter's. I used to fuk her when Rod was in her
class.  I recently learnt from Rod, that he too had been
allowed to play with her pussy when he was punished with
detention. She had sucked his cock too, whenever possible.
What a fukin slut the teacher was - fuking with both, the
student and his father.

Sorry for these digressions, this will keep happening when
there is something interesting to share. Now to get back to my
story....

"Fuker, why didn't you come yesterday?" Fabbro asked. "The
Slut was waiting to go to the Mall."

"Couldn't come because of parental duties, Boss," I responded.

"Really? Next you will tell me you are busy with a fund raiser
for the church. Or was it your son's girlfriend your were busy
fuking all day?"

At that moment I was on the potty and Curt was sucking my
COCK. "Much better than that," I guffawed. "I was busy
training my son to be my BITCH. He is sucking my COCK right
now."

There was a silence for a few seconds at the other end. "You
don't mean that, Troy? I have known Curt for a long time. He
is a sweet boy."

"I mean exactly what I said, Boss. Here speak to him. Hey
CUNT...," handing over the phone to Curt. "Tell Boss what you
are doing right now."
"Hello Fabbro Sir, this is CUNT, son of Sir Troy Russo. Am
sucking my Daddy's beautiful COCK, while he is taking a dump."
I couldn't hear what the Boss was saying at the other end, but
Curt continued with how, besides sucking COCK, he was getting
fuked as well, by both, his dad and his older brother, Rod.
Some questioning and graphic descriptions followed.

"Did you hear that, Fabbro?" I said gleefully.

He broke into a laughter. "Am getting hard here, Fuker. Have
pulled out my cock and am stroking it. Why don't you bring him
over tomorrow? Want to personally see how good a job you have
done, training the little FAGGOT. Bring him home around
evening."

"Sure thing," I said. "My BITCH will love to service my Boss."

The next morning, when THE CUNT was getting ready for school,
I said, "You can't go to school today. I need to take you to
the dentist."

The previous day, just before we wound up, Gary had fuked Curt
violently. He banged Curt's head so hard on the banister that
Curt chipped one of his teeth. Now Curt was likely to inflict
a big gash on a COCK when giving a blow job. It was dangerous
to let him suck COCK. I had to urgently take him to a dentist
to get his tooth fixed- before taking him to Fabbro that
evening.

I didn't want to take him to my regular dentist for obvious
reasons, so I went through the yellow pages and took an
appointment with one close to a couple of gay bars. It didn't
make much sense really, but I hoped that their proximity would
rub off on the dentist and he would be HOMO-friendly, if not a
downright HOMO himself.

"Hello, I am Franco," said a stocky man with a stubble and a
friendly smile, at the reception desk. "Dr. Castro is busy,
you will have to wait for 5 minutes. Do make yourselves
comfortable."

We sat in the lounge. It was empty. This is no HOMO place I
thought, but soon judging by the way Franco kept eyeing me, I
decided he was a FAG. Yes, he didn't look like one - he was
heavyset, had a beard, had a manly accent not a lisp - but I
was sure he was a HOMO. I enjoyed the attention, so I kept
stroking my crotch, pinching my nipples, and at the same time
giving him disgusted looks.  I've learnt that this combination
works well with FAGs.

We were finally shown into Dr. Castro's consulting room.  The
doctor continued his work on his computer for a few minutes,
followed by a long phone call, before looking in our
direction.

Dr. Castro was an imposing figure. He was not only older than
me, say by about 8 to 10 years, he was physically too, a
bigger man. Taller, heavier and with a puffed up chest -
through his tight polyester shirt his nipples were sticking
out, and the contours of his biceps and pectorals were clearly
visible. This fuker goes to the gym regularly, I noted. He had
a neatly trimmed beard which gave him a distinguished look and
softened the brutish look in his eyes. I'd thought it was
mandatory for doctors to be clean-shaven, but apparently not.
As I sized him up and compared him to myself, I admitted, he
scored on every count. And financially too, I thought
gloomily, the doctor earned far more than I could ever hope
to, as a supervisor with a company, dealing in farm equipment.

I told Castro that Curt had chipped one of his teeth and he
needed to have it filed and smoothened out.

He examined the teeth cursorily. "It is not critical, what is
the hurry? it will smoothen out on its own, over a short
period of time," he said.

I hemmed and hawed and then I blurted out suddenly.  I was
shocked with what I was hearing myself say, but the doctor
seemed unruffled.

"I have trained my HOMO son to be a BITCH, and yesterday when
getting fuked by my buddy, this CUNT chipped his tooth. Now
the BITCH is out of commission, he can't blow COCKS with that
chipped tooth of his." I rattled off.

Castro was unperturbed but looked on unconvinced. "But why the
hurry?"

"My Boss wants to be serviced today. So it is kind of urgent,"
I said, at which he nodded at me reassuringly.

He flashed a light into Curt's mouth once again, probed it
with his fingers more carefully and examined with greater
attention.  Finally he said, "Yes, it is sharper than it
seemed at first. But I will never know where exactly it is
likely to injure the COCK. That is unless I shove MY cock into
the mouth of this CUNT."

"Sure you can, if it helps." I smiled happily.

He dropped his pants. He was wearing a jock strap, which he
pulled down to reveal his COCK. Despite being flaccid, his
cock was big. Probably as big as mine, I thought to myself...
no bigger, I accepted enviously. His thighs too were more
muscular... and hairy. Does the bastard go cycling or jogging?
He hung his trousers neatly in a closet at the other end of
the room and came back in his shirt and jock strap.

"I have a problem though. Unless I am hard, I will never know
where precisely the chipped tooth makes contact with the
COCK."

I looked at him confused.

"I will need your help to get my COCK hard. You will need to
suck it to make it hard. Then I will shove the hard cock into
the CUNT'S mouth."

I couldn't believe my ears. What nonsense was he talking?

"What the fuk do you mean? I am no FAGGOT," I yelled.

"You don't have to be a FAG to suck my COCK. This kid will
never get me hard... too young for me. And if I try too hard,
I will have a deep cut on cock."

He stopped for dramatic effect... and to look at my shocked
expression.

"On the other hand, if you let me shove it into your macho
face, I could get an erection instantly."

I don't remember what exactly I said, but I had started to
shout incoherently, using the foulest of language. Only when
Franco started to knock on the door urgently, did I stop.

"It's all right, it's all under control now," the dentist
yelled at Franco, on the other side of the door.
Then he turned to me and said softly. "You are welcome to take
your son to another dentist.... but I doubt any other dentist
will be as understanding as I have been. He might even call
the police.... underage kid and all that..."

"What about you? You could go to the police too."

"I won't... in fact, I can't, I am standing in front of you
without my pants. That makes me equally culpable."

The job was urgent, and I was lucky to have found an asshole
who was cooperative. There was no way of knowing whether I
would be lucky once again.

I turned to my son and brusquely instructed him. "Go to the
wall and stand facing it. Come only when you are called."

"While you are here, CUNT," said Castro putting his hand on
Curt's head, "you will take instructions only from me. Stay
right here and watch me shove my big COCK into your Dad's
mouth." He took Curt's hand and placed it on his cock. "Do you
like my cock, CUNT?" Curt nodded. "Is it bigger than your
Dad's?" Again Curt nodded.

I felt thoroughly humiliated, but I went down on my knees and
opened my mouth. Castro shoved his COCK in. In a matter of
seconds he was hard. Surprisingly I didn't find the experience
disgusting, like I'd imagined. I made gagging sounds and put
on a show of feeling nauseous, but it was obvious that neither
of us was genuinely in a hurry to pull the hard COCK out of my
mouth. Under his shirttail, I was stroking his ass and
fingering his hole - (he later caught me smelling and licking
my fingers surreptitiously). Finally after a couple of
minutes, he pulled his cock out. Again I made a big show of
rinsing my mouth and wiping my face. My erection was luckily
hidden under my loose T Shirt, but Castro, the bastard that he
was, let his hand casually brush against it.

Castor shoved his erect cock into Curt's mouth and in barely a
few seconds he said he knew where the problem lay. He had
spent nearly 3 minutes in my mouth and barely 15 seconds in
Curt's. It all seemed like a big farce, simply to fuk my face.
Curt sat in the dentist's chair. I was free to go and wait in
the lounge outside. I stepped out, and to my shock I saw
Franco watching on his laptop, what had transpired a short
while ago - me sucking at the doc's COCK!!! He shut the laptop
and smiled at me.

I went through a few magazines, many of them for his HOMO
clientele. I dozed off on the sofa.
"Would you like a cup of coffee?"  Franco asked and I woke up
with a start.

"That would be fukin great," I responded.

Curt was done shortly after I finished my coffee.

"It is okay for him to suck COCK this evening, right? My Boss
won't have a injured COCK, bleeding all over?" I asked,
unbothered by Franco's presence in the room. He pretended not
to hear any way.

"Sure. Your BITCH will be able to make your boss very happy."

I turned to Curt. "Go and wait outside. I need to talk to Dr.
Castro.
"Doctor, now that I am here, if you have time before the next
appointment, can you examine my teeth as well?"

"Do you have any immediate problems? any pain or discomfort?"
Castro asked.

"Not really," I said.

"Franco, do we have time?" the Doctor spoke to his assistant
over the intercom.

"Yes Doc, I have pushed the appoints forward by an hour."

I sat on the dentist's chair and he flashed his light and
looked into my mouth using the various magnifying lenses and
tools.

"There may be some problems, but will need further
examination. But if there are no pain or discomfort at the
moment, X-Rays and MRI may not be required right away. There
are other diagnostic procedures...."

"If it helps, I could kneel on the floor, Doctor."

"That sure will help. But this will cost more than the regular
consultation fees. It involves a lot more work on my part."

"I understand, Doctor. That is not a problem."

"If that is sorted out then let me take of my shirt. It is too
tight."

He walked to his closet and took of his tie, shirt and his
vest. He now stood in front of me in only his jockstrap? He
had already taken off his pants earlier.

Castro was indeed a striking man - Despite his age, he had a
sculpted body, covered in a grey fur. Beautiful biceps and
triceps, great pectorals. His nipples were enormous and a butt
that was well rounded. I have already described his legs and
thighs earlier. He sure was very impress.

I knelt on the floor. He turned to around, ostensibly to speak
to Franco on the intercom, and shoved his ass in my face... he
bent down a little and his butt brushed against my nose and
lips.

"Franco, I would like the pad, please."

I wondered why he wanted a writing pad just then.

Franco walked in. He had a paddle in his hand, not a writing
pad. He looked at the both of us, but showed no emotion on his
face, no sign of surprise at the sight of his naked boss. He
left the paddle on the table and walked out again.

Castro turned around and pulled off the last piece of
clothing, his jock strap. He stood in front of me, naked but
for his socks and shoes. It was surreal. A doctor in his
consulting room, naked!

Castro started by tease me with his cock, rubbing my face with
it and hitting my face with it, but refusing to put it into my
open expectant mouth. I loved this game - like a game dog-
owners often play... wave the bone in from of the dog, getting
it all excited before letting it have it. He was making me beg
for it.

"Shove your beautiful cock in my mouth."

"WHACK" the paddle came and stung my back with force. I was
unprepared. I looked up and saw the Doctor looking sternly at
me.

"Please SIR, shove your beautiful cock in my mouth, SIR." I
repeated politely.

He tugged hard at my hair. I winced.
"Yes SIR, I am a disgrace SIR, I don't deserve your beautiful
cock SIR. But please SIR, I beg you to shove it into my mouth,
SIR."

"WHACK" came the paddle.

"You are a thoroughly DISGUSTING wimp." He spat on the floor
and whacked me again pointing to the floor. I licked his spit
off the floor instantly.

Final he shoved it into my mouth.
"Suck my COCK, ASSHOLE. Go on, do it properly."

I swallowed the COCK and started working on it like a hungry,
bitch who has been starved for weeks and had finally been
thrown a juicy bone.

"Do you like it COCKSUCKER?"
"I love your COCK, SIR. Thank you for treating me like a
worthless piece of TURD, SIR."

Castro keep using the nastiest language to instruct me,
calling me by the dirtiest words, some of which I had never
heard before - COCKSUCKER, CUMDUMPSTER, CUMGUZZLER, BUTTPLUG,
DOUCHE-BAG, ASSLICKER, SHITFACE, SHITSLUT, CLITFACE,
FUDGEPACKER and many others. And he uttered them with such
strong disgust and disdain, that it made me feel like some
worthless, despicable, repulsive piece of shit, who deserved
all the humiliation he showered upon me.
He would repeatedly ask me questions and expect an affirmative
response.

"You are a BITCH aren't you?" I would nod or grunt a yes.

"A SLEAZE BAG...?"
I had my mouth full and could not respond.
"WHACK."
I grunted a YES immediately.

"You like my cock don't you, FUKING, COCKSUCKING, DOUCHE-BAG!"
I gurgled a yes.

He pulled his cock out and ordered, "Say it."

"Yes SIR, I am a FUKING, COCKSUCKING, DOUCHE-BAG, who loves
your COCK very much. Born only to service you, SIR."

There were tears rolling down my face, partly from being
choked by the long, fat COCK and I suspect, partly from being
emotionally broken.

In 20 minutes he had broken me down completely and made me his
slave, his bitch. I was soon ready to offer him my ass as
well.

"Please SIR, I want your COCK inside of me, inside my asshole
as well." I couldn't say more, my mouth was immediately
plugged with his cock. My throat hurt, it was sore from all
the pounding and abuse, it had received. But it did not
matter.

Just as I was thinking whether Franco was watching me,
whimpering the way I was, on his laptop, the door opened and
Franco walked in, discreetly.  He unzipped as well and then
began to unbutton my pants and pull down my boxers. He began
to lick my ASSHOLE and finger it. He took charge of the paddle
and started spanking me with increasing violence. Castro
turned me around and looked at my butt.

"NICE." he gave an evil smirk. "Good job, Franco."

"Please SIR. I beg your to shove your beautiful COCK up my
ASSHOLE, SIR. My hole is all yours."

He seemed satisfied with my red butt and my pitiful begging.
He started to fuk my SHITTER.

"Take it SHITFACE.  Take it up your SHITHOLE. Take it like a
man."

I felt a stab of pain with the first entry. But surprisingly
the pain did not matter. I was ecstatic. I held on to the
wall, while Castro pounded me mercilessly.

The force with which he was pounding my asshole, I hit my head
against the wall a couple of times, but it did not matter.

"Pump as hard as you wish, SIR. Your pleasure is all that
matters. "

"Take it FAG. FUKIN, DOUCHE-BAG that you are. Enjoy the Fuk!

"Thank You, SIR. I am your DOUCHE-BAG, to be used and thrown."

Franco was under me, trying to get his mouth on my COCK. With
all the pumping he was having a difficult time getting his
mouth in the right place. But he kept trying, succeeding at
times, failing at others. I farted.

"Sorry SIR."

Castro got Franco to use the paddle on my already lacerated
butt.

Then I lay on the table and lifted my legs, a position Castro
seemed to prefer.  The pounding continued once again.

This position allowed Franco to suck my nipples, he then
squatted on my face and got me to lick his SHITTER. It was
ripe and smelly.

"LICK IT!" shouted Castro.

I licked it furiously, making slurping sounds, making sure
Castro to hear me lick.
Franco dilated his SHITTER and I was able to tongue-fuk him.

I was in some kind of a daze, I was charged with such a strong
desire... lust, with a craving so great for the COCK of
another man, in my mouth and asshole ... I had no control over
myself.

I am not sure whether I had been mildly drugged. It was
probably the coffee that Franco had served me outside. But I
wasn't complaining. All the sensations were enhanced and I
felt no inhibition succumbing to Castro. I loved the fact that
this man was controlling me... was dominating me. I had become
his BITCH. He had only to snap his fingers and I would want to
do whatever he demanded of me.

"I am your BITCH, SIR!" I screamed. "Treat me like SHIT.  That
is how I deserve to be treated."

After breeding my ass he insisted on fuking my mouth once
again.

"Give me your mouth, BITCH. Let me fuk it once again."

Before giving him my mouth I managed to say, "THANK YOU, SIR.
Thank you SIR for making me feel alive."

The COCK he shoved in my mouth smelt of my ass juices and his
cum. Again I was making slurping sounds as I sucked at his
COCK, seeking the last drop of cum that might still be left in
and on his COCK.
His COCK got hard again.

"Am going to make you happy once again. SLEAZE BAG."

And he fucked me in the mouth until he filled my mouth with
his seed. I swallowed it.
"You are a sick CUM-DUMP, aren't you, SHITFACE?"

I could only respond with, "I am SIR, Thank you very much,
SIR."

When he had finally zipped up, he reached for his notebook. I
was still wiping my mouth of any remnants of cum around my
lips.

"It will be 150 dollars for the boy."
I nodded. "That should be fine, SIR."
Then he gave me a hard look. "For you it will be 250 bucks."

I was shocked. I had expected to be charged a nominal
consultation fee of not more than 50 bucks, if anything at
all.

"Won't there be some kind of a discount?"

"I have provided you a very specialized service, FAG. You had
very twisted motives for coming here. But let's see... I will
be generous and give you a discount if you provide some
services in return."

"Yes doctor?" I asked anxiously.

Perhaps it was a joke... he will perhaps waive the entire fee.
After all he enjoyed himself thoroughly, fuking me.

"If you save me the trouble of going to the restroom now,
there will be a discount.... of 5 bucks. You will have to
drink my piss."

"Droplets of piss are bound to fall on my shoes -  you can
lick them clean after I have pissed in your mouth, for a
further discount of a couple of dollars."

I looked on, shocked. Castro was out to humiliate me by
extorting a large fee and then offering me a petty discount,
for cheap, demeaning tasks.
But what was unnerving me the most, was that I was enjoying
the humiliation, and I was inclined to say, yes, with pleasure
SIR.

"Do you want Franco's piss - for an additional 50 bucks."

"If your think I should I will, SIR."

He looked at me with pity in his eyes. "You are a hungry,
greedy BITCH, pretending to be a straight hunk. Look here, I
will give you a good deal of 440 dollars."

This negotiation was simply crazy. Who would have ever thought
that I would be discussing discounts for sex and payments for
piss, EVER in my life?

I realized that, instead of a discount, I was paying extra.
But it didn't seem to matter... I simply had to do it as
Castro wanted it.

He asked Franco to go first. Franco did not have much piss to
offer.

Then  Castro began to piss. Before my shirt could get
completely wet I swallowed his COCK and began to drink his
piss. It felt good.  Real good. After all the explosive action
this was calming, soothing ... He pissed in my mouth for a
long time. Then pulled out his cock and shook it. Droplets
fell on his shoes and on the floor. He looked at me sternly
and I knew what I had to do next.
I licked the floor and then the shoes. I did a great job of
licking the shoes, Castro sat down on his chair while my
tongue was working on his shoes endlessly, every millimeter
was given a tongue polish. I went on till there was a mild
knock on the door.
I got up, straightened my shirt, brushed my hair in place with
my fingers. There was little I could do about Castro's piss on
my shirt, but it could pass off for water.

I paid him 500 dollars and he ruffled my hair fondly and
returned the balance.

"Let me put it in your pocket." Castro put the cash in my back
pocket of my trousers.  "And here's a tip, 2 bucks for doing a
good job of cleaning my shoes," he said, handing me two bucks.

"Thank you so much Sir. That is real nice of you." I said, in
all sincerity.

"Are you being sarcastic, FAG?"

"No SIR. I could never." I went down on my knees again and
kissed his shoes. "What I said was in absolute sincerity,
SIR." I kiss his feet again, to show I was sincere in my
gratitude.

He ruffled my hair once again. "Hope to see you again, FAG.
Come help me dress up." he said. I helped with his clothes and
he gave me another 2 bucks.

"Going for a coffee down the road," he said. He walked out of
the room, leaving Franco and me behind.

As soon as the door shut, Franco pushed me on the chair and
began to suck my cock. I came in his mouth. I felt good and
thanked him.
"You will be a changed man after this," said Franco. I smiled
and joined Curt sitting outside.

I stepped out of the office holding Curt by his hand.
As the taxi drove us home, I got a call from Franco. "For your
future consultations, you might not be required to pay," he
said. "But the consultation will have to be after consultation
hours."
We both chuckled.  But I didn't care, I knew I would pay once
again, if Castro were to ask me.

I felt the bumps on my head which I had received while getting
fuked. It hurt but the pain felt good.
When I checked my pocket, I realized that the change Castro
had returned was far less than what he was meant to. Instead
of 60 he had returned some 20 odd bucks. The amount didn't
matter, it was the thought behind it. It was meant to show
that he was in complete control.

It was all part of the game of control and humiliation he
played so seductively  - he had fuked me physically, mentally
and financially...

Would I ever go to Dr. Castro again, I wondered. But I knew
that if ever I did, he would again charge me a huge fee for
consultation. Nonchalantly cheat me off small amounts. I would
again beg him to reconsider, groveling at his feet, that being
part of the game, and yet pay up exactly what he wanted me to.
He would again embarrass me, demean me by giving me a 2 dollar
tip, for which I would again kiss his feet in sincere
gratitude.

Was I going to be addicted to him, to his abuse, his assfuck
and mindfuck? I would have to wait and watch whether I was
going to be driven to him once again.

When Curt and I got home, I called Fabbro, my Boss.
Fabbro didn't seem like the Boss anymore.

"Fabbro, Curt has developed an infection. It may not be
possible to come till he gets fine."

"Oh, I was waiting eagerly for you CLITFACE. Wanted to
penetrate that CUNT of yours real fukin bad. But don't fukin
come here before the CUNT is totally okay."

I took off my clothes and stepped into the hot bath. I called
out to Curt.
"Hey Curt, want to join me?"

Much to Curt's surprise, I hugged and kissed him as the hot
water soothed us. I soaped him all over. Shoved my finger up
his ASSHOLE, while I deep kissed him. After a long time of
soaking in the hot water, I wiped him dry and carried him to
my bed.

That night I made love to him, like I had never made to anyone
before. I had only fuked people all my life - the women, the
men. I'd never made love. I whispered sweet, lovey-dovey words
into his ears, which I didn't think I was ever capable of. Of
course the words may have sounded awkward and silly, since I
don't have a way with sentimental words.... yet. But I suppose
it is the emotion which matters.

I licked all the bruises on Curt's body and licked his
delicious ASSHOLE and then fuked him gently.
I went off to sleep with him in my arms, licking my chest,
sucking my nipples.....

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