Date: Fri, 11 Sep 2009 18:37:58 -0700 From: mattywoowoo@gmail.com Subject: How I Became the Son of Satan Part 4 How I Became the Son of Satan Part 4 ------------------------------------ by mattywoowoo@gmail.com ------------------------------------ The jug of cum was empty, and I was expecting Daddy to be home soon. The door to my old life had disappeared, and slowly slowly, I felt like I was forgetting my old life again. Did Daddy's home cause me to forget everything but Daddy? When Daddy came home, I was sleeping on his bed once more with my ass up. I had felt something against my asshole, and I let out a moan, not sure who or what it was. I turned around, and there was Daddy, wearing nothing but sweet glistening sweat. His nipples and pecs perk and firm, his abs rippling with masculinity. His cock, though still soft, was throbbing noticeably. At my virgin hole was his finger. He was rubbing it gently, and he whispered, "It's time, son." He pulled me upward and leaned in, looking deep into my eyes, which had now almost tinted to the same reddish color Daddy had. Suddenly I felt a jolt in my mind, and he pushed me back roughly onto the bed. "How DARE you!?" he roared. I crawled backwards on the bed, trying to escape, I was afraid. What had I done? As if reading my mind, "You opened the door to your past, you let those horrid thoughts re-enter your mind! Haven't I treated you well?" he snarled and grabbed me by the shoulders staring deep into me once more. I was feeling weak, smaller, lesser than Daddy. "And then you wanted to TRICK me?" he breathed. "I'm sorry Daddy! I'm sorry!" I cried, "I just wanted to go home." "Home? THIS is your home now Matthew." He pushed me back against the bed and left the room. "D-daddy?" I got up as well, what was going to happen now? Suddenly, I felt my hands lift, involuntarily, as if something was dragging my upward. My feet suddenly pulled as well, and there I was, marionette controlled by invisible strings. Daddy walked back in, his hands moving similar to a puppet masters. "Remember the first thing I told you when I assigned you your job?" he asked, calmly, but visibly upset. I realized then, I couldn't answer, my mouth was shut, I couldn't even move. His other hand flew up in a fist, and slowly opened, and my mouth opened along with it. And then I spoke, but I had no control. He was controlling my voice, my mind. "You will listen to my every command, and will be punished if you do not do so." I said, monotonously. "Correct," he said, knowing of course it'd be correct, he made me say it. "So I believe, a punishment is in order? Do you think so?" My mouth opened once more, again, not me speaking through it, "Yes, father." A flick of his hand, and I was turned around and my hands flew to my feet. I was in a doggy-style like position, but it sex was the last thing in my near future. "When a boy disobeys a command, he must be spanked by his father. Taught, a lesson." he said, and I could feel him grinning, burning his eyes into my jockstrap framed rear. SMACK. My eyes bulged out, I wanted to scream, but my mouth glued shut. I had never been spanked before, never in my life. It burn, stung, caused me to shake. I felt tears starting to pool in my eyes, as he spanked me for the second time. SMACK. My head shot up this time, another sting layering onto the first burn. His hand was like fire, I wouldn't be surprised if it was. "You will never disobey me again, Matthew." another sting, and I felt my ass cheeks tingle, by now I must have been bruised. Tears were streaming down my cheeks. "You will forget that the door, and what lays behind it." another hit, and suddenly, I could only vaguely remember the door, my family. No! I can't forget it! "YOU WILL FORGET." the final burn across my cheeks, my mouth was unlocked and I screamed, and he forced more words out of my mouth, "Yes, Father!" He let go of my body, my strings cut, and I collapsed onto the bed. I passed out immediately, my ass cheeks burning red with the heat Daddy had laid onto me, and my face cheeks wet with my tears. "That's right, son, that's right." he whispered, and left the room. To be continued... ---- Did you like my story? Give me feedback! Email me at: mattywoowoo@gmail.com Tell me your ideas, suggestions, anything you want! Thanks for reading!