Date: Fri, 18 May 2012 12:19:55 +0200 (CEST)
From: Jeryn <Jeryn@libertysurf.fr>
Subject: Enslaving Dad part 1

O.K., so I did it on a whim. But I guess I'd been thinking about it for
some time. I mean, I was 18 at the time and you know what teenagers are
like - they'll do anything for sex. My sex drive just made me a little more
daring. I was still a virgin at the time. I know, still a virgin at age 18
- pretty pathetic, right?

Well, wrong. I could have had my pick of girls in my school, and of quite a
few boys. But that's not what I wanted. I wanted men. Older men. But it's
not easy finding those when you're underage. At least, it wasn't for me.

You see, after years of staying together "for the kid's sake" (the kid
being me) Mom and Dad had finally decided to call it quits. They'd had a
formal separation, divorce was pending. Mom had just gotten a new job in
another city, and I'd stayed with my Dad because of school and such. So it
was just me and Dad at home. At first, that didn't change things a lot,
except I had to cook dinner every night, my Dad being so lousy at that. And
I had to do the shopping because my Dad said he was too tired from his work
to do it on Saturdays.

What really got my goat was when he started saying I had become like a
replacement wife to him. Give me a break! Was that all Mom was to him?
Somebody to cook him dinner and clean the dishes? Not to mention doing the
laundry...

That's when it started to dawn on me what a lazy bum my Dad had turned
into, those last few years. No wonder Mom wanted out! But in spite of him
being so lazy, I still loved him. He's a really easygoing type of man, my
Dad is. He ain't too tall - only 5'3. In fact, I've been taller than him
since I was 14. He's getting near 50, so he has male pattern baldness, but
he's still hairy all over his body. And he has a big bushy moustache. Real
hot, if I do say so myself. So hot, in fact, that I'd started fantasizing
about him.

It was all I could do, really - fantasize. What with school, homework and
housework, I had a pretty full schedule. No time to spend looking for older
dudes. But every time I could spare a few minutes, I'd jerk off like
crazy. I guess all that sexual tension was really building up.

Something had to happen or I'd go crazy.

And then, I got the opportunity.

It happened a couple of weeks after I'd graduated from high school. I'd
managed to get admitted to a local university, so I wouldn't have to pay
too much for my education. I had got a Summer job, but it was only part
time so I was spending quite a lot of time at home. I was really getting
frantic for some real sex.

It happened on a hot summer night. My dad was asleep in his bedroom, which
is next to mine. It was so hot he was sleeping in the nude. That was
driving me crazy, hearing him in the room next door, his heavy
breathing. He was really sound asleep. Even an A-bomb exploding next to him
couldn't wake him up. Even a burglar getting in the room, tying him up and
stealing his valuables wouldn't wake him up.

That thought made me stop.

Getting in the room, tying him up.

That made me hard just thinking about it.

I got up from my bed - I had to do it. What could I tie him up with? There
was some rope down in the basement, along with a clutter of odds and ends
my parents has accumulated over the years. Well, actually, it was my Dad,
mostly. He brought home stuff he'd found in the junk, saying it was still
good and could come in handy. That used to drive my Mum nuts.

I got back upstairs with some rope and a couple of leather belts. There
were dozens of those in the basement. Dad couldn't resist picking them up
in the trash.

I got in Dad's room. He was still sleeping like a log. I made a quick
assessment of the situation. Dad was laying on his back, naked, with one
arm folded on his belly and the other one on the side. I walked soundlessly
to the side of the bed, and very carefully raised his hand and slipped a
rope under his wrist, then put his hand down and tied a knot. He hardly
seemed to notice that. Then I slipped the rope under the bed and got it out
on the other side. I pulled on it ever so slowly until Dad's tied arm was
at an angle with his torso.  The next part was going to be tough. I very
gently took the hand that was on his stomach and moved it ever so slowly
and gently away. That must have taken several minutes. Then, when the arm
was in the same outstretched position as the other one, I very gently tied
the rope around his wrist. There! He was secure.

All this moving and shuffling still hadn't woken Dad up. I started to feel
more daring. I had a raging hard on by then. It was getting harder and
harder to control.

I got to work on Dad's legs. I slipped the smaller of the belts I'd brought
under his knees and tied it, bringing his legs together. Then I slipped a
rope under his ankles, went a couple of times around and tied each length
at one of the feet of the bed.

Seeing Dad's exposed soles tied like that was just too much. I started
running my fingers on his feet. I knew my Dad was ticklish. Growing up, I'd
often playfully tickled him. That usually got him frantic. And sure enough,
a little running of my fingers on his feet managed to do what tying him up
spread eagled hadn't - he woke up.

"Ho ho ho ho," he giggled. "Stoppit, please, stoppit!"

I didn't stop, of course.

"Hey, who's that? What's going on?"

"It's just me, Dad. Having some fun."

"Is that you, Davey? Hey, son, what're you doing that for in the middle of
the night? This is no time for playing games!"

Just as he'd said that, he seemed to realize he was tied up.

"I'm not playing games. If I were a burglar, you'd be in a spot. I'd have
you spilling out where all our money is hidden in a second."

There was a strange look in Dad's eyes. He seemed to be assessing the
situation. Was I playing a game? Was I serious? Whatever he thought, he
must have decided to play along.

"What? Is that what you think of me? No way, son. I wouldn't talk. Not even
under torture."  Dad knew full well we didn't have any money hidden
anywhere in the house. Our money was in the bank, duh. Yes, he definitely
seemed to be playing along.

"Are you sure? Now, you wouldn't want to disappoint me, would you? You're
my father, I look up to you. (I was speaking metaphorically, of course.)
How long do you think you could stand it and take it like a man? I bet you
wouldn't even last five minutes!"

"I would so!" Dad replied, sounding like a teenager on a dare.

"Okay, you're on".

I switched on the light. Dad looked around and realized how thoroughly I
had him tied and helpless. There he was, tied naked on his bed, at the
mercy of his teen age son wearing only a pair of boxer shorts.

I walked back to the bed and kneeled over him, looked him in the face. He
stared at me, with something that looked a little like awe.

"This is your moment of truth, Dad. It seems to me you haven't been pulling
your weight around too much, lately. You keep saying I'm a replacement wife
since Mom left. It feels more like I'm the man of the house."

"Aww, son, don't be like that. You're starting to sound just like your
mother."

He was turning the charm on. God, he was hot when he did that. The cute
dimples, the moustache.

"Well, I'm giving you a chance to prove you're still the man of the
house. Let's see you stand torture for five minutes without crying uncle!"

"Do your worst, son. I won't let you down."

He was fully awake, now. I started tickling his feet and at once, he
started laughing like crazy. I hadn't realized until now just how hyper
sensitive he was. He was wriggling, pulling at the ropes that held him,
laughing like a maniac. It had always been like that when I'd tickled him
in the past, but then he'd get away at once, because he was stronger and
faster. Now I was stronger and he wasn't going anywhere. He looked at me
with despair in his eyes.

"Hee heeheehee hee hee! Oh God, please stop ! Enough! Enough!"

"What's the magic word?" I said without stopping.

"Uncle ! Uncle ! UNNNNNN-CLE !"

He had pretty much yelled. I looked at the alarm clock next to his bed. He
hadn't even lasted thirty seconds.

"Dad, this is disgusting," I said, trying to sound indignant. Actually, I
was a bit indignant. I was also horny as hell.

"I'm sorry son," he gasped.

"You're sorry? You should darn well be! And how do you think I feel?
Knowing that my Dad is of absolutely no use around the house?"

"I'll make it up to you, son. I swear I will."

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed he was getting a hard on too.

"And how do you propose to do that?"

"Lemme suck your dick."

I couldn't believe my ears. I couldn't believe it would be that easy. He
was looking at the bulge in my underpants. Was that greed I could see in
his eyes? He was no longer my Dad and I was no longer his son. He was a man
in lust. And he wanted another man. Me.

I took my cock out. It was so hard. Dad's eyes widened.

"Oh my God," he said. "I had no idea it had grown so big. My little boy's
become a man."

His voice sounded so strange when he said that. I felt a pang of guilt. For
a moment, I felt like holding him in my arms and comforting him. Then I
thought he wouldn't want me to do that. He and I, we'd gone too far
already. I tried my best to sound... well... cocky (sorry for the bad pun,
not intended).

"That's right. It's a big cock. A man's cock. Think you can take it or are
you going to disappoint me again?"

I was kneeling over him. I was dangling my cock in front of his face. His
mouth was wide open, waiting. I started face fucking my own father. And it
felt wonderful.

It didn't take me long for me to come. I was so excited. I don't know how
big a load I shot, for Dad sucked it off to the last drop. He was really
eager.

"Now, Dad, that was good. I didn't know my own father was such a good
cocksucker."

"Aw, son, don't talk like that. I'm still your father, you know. And I
didn't disappoint you this time, did I?"

There he was trying to use the ol'charm to try and get his way again. I
definitely wasn't falling for it.

"I'm not through with you, Dad. You know, I'm starting to see you in a new
way. You're good at sucking cock. Getting tied up and used by me has made
you all horny. Don't try and deny it! Just look at your cock!"

Dad had a raging hard on by now.

Suddenly, it all made sense and I knew exactly what to say.

"You know what? Now that Mom is gone, I don't think you need a "replacement
wife", whatever that means. I think you need a man. A man like me."

"Davey, my little boy..."

"Stop with the "little boy" crap, Dad. I'm no longer a little boy. You're
no longer taking care of me. I'm the one who's taking care of you."

All the while, I'd been fondling Dad's nipples, manhandling his cock and
balls. He closed his eyes and moaned.

"Yes, son. Yes. You're a man. You're my man. Take care of me. I'm yours."

I French kissed him. I was getting hard again. I wanted him so much. I
wanted him all the way. I wanted to fuck him. I wanted to ram my cock down
his ass.

Dad was going to be my first man.


TO BE CONTINUED