Date: Wed, 14 Sep 2016 16:32:10 +0000
From: Daniel Berasaluce Frķas <arathllevi@hotmail.com>
Subject: His shit son (for gay urination) - chapter 1

HIS SHIT SON

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Even in the hardest conditions life can be a chant to beauty, love and
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it is the multimillionaire who decides to stay on the streets with the
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-What the fuck?

It was a really hot day in mid November. I, Tyler Ogilvy, lived alone with
my father since he became a widower. I was 28 and as I found a job as a
teacher, for I had studied to be a teacher one day, I survived as a
waiter. It was a really weird scene, but I had entered the bathroom that
morning with the aim to piss and I had unexpectedly found that my father
had previously been shitting and had forgotten to flush. As I was pissing,
I really felt attracted by the stench my father's crap had and by the
colour and shape of that poop. I guess I went crazy next but my cock was
out and really hard and I had started wanking at that surprisingly arousing
aroma and then I had to smell all that crap, taking deep intakes of breath,
till I could not help but squat on the floor and stick my head in the
toilet to sniff from a closer distant, as I kept on masturbating. Then I
went completely mad and I decided I should taste that nauseating amount of
shit. I had hardly begun to eat when my father suddenly came in, I had
forgotten to lock the door, and he screamed that obscenity.

Martin Ogilvy had been unemployed for two years after my mother's death but
had finally been helped by a gay friend who had offered him to work in his
gay sex shop. He and I were really good friends and talked about everything
and he had told me once and again that he was not gay, but sometimes he
jacked off watching the same movies the clients were seeing. I believed him
but how could I regain my father's good opinion after what he had just seen
me doing?

-I came home -he continued- because I have forgotten some toys at home that
I must take to the sex shop and enter the bathroom with the aim to piss and
I find myself before a scat scene: I never thought I could see a live scat
movie at home, my own son eating his shit.

-Oh, Dad, it's not my shit, it's yours. I suddenly entered the bathroom
and? well, I don't understand myself but I had to smell and even taste your
crap.

-And jack off too, right?

-I'm sorry, dad -I said really crying-, can't you forget what you have just
seen? I would like us to be friends again, as we have always been.

-That could be or not, depending on you. But now you are my shit son and I
will never forget I have seen you eating my shit with a real boner.

-Your shit son, dad?

-Being my shit son can have a double meaning. At the end of the day, I want
to know if you feel ashamed at yourself for really enjoying the taste of
shit, or proud at yourself for the same reason. I look at the characters in
some porn movies, as you know, and they can be either ashamed of proud. But
you must understand that first of all, even if you want to keep on being my
friend, I must severely punish you.

-Oh, dad, do you hate me?

-I cannot hate you, Tyler. But come on, take it like a man.

-And can I regain your good opinion of myself and be your friend if I take
it like a man?

-We shall see. First, are you ready to be punished?

-I am, dad, anything to be your dear son and friend again. I know I am now
your shit son but I like you a lot and I don't want to lose you because of
a stupid thing I was doing and you have caught me.

-Then you will do this. Since you are obviously enjoying my shit, cause you
have a huge erection, you will finish and eat all that crap as you continue
jerking off. You will cum and if there is still more shit in the toilet you
will eat it too. Or you may cum after you have eaten everything.

-I feel so embarrassed now. But ok, I'll take it like a man and eat
everything.

There he was, looking at me, stern and imposing watching his shit son, as
he had just called me, whacking off as he ate that heap of shit. I had
never been so humiliated, but I had never been that hard before as I was
eating his shit with an appetite, red-faced as I beat my meat. Then he
suddenly said.

-I have entered the bathroom to piss and I will piss. But you have to keep
on eating.

Then I felt how a dirty stream of rancid piss started bathing my hair. My
father was soaking me and using me as a toilet. No wonder, I was eating his
shit in his presence and he felt he had the right to piss me. His urine
soon soaked my face and joined his shit which also had my piss. Now there
were two streams on his crap and I said nothing and kept on eating, knowing
well it was my father's punishment and I did not have the right to
protest. Now I was his shit son. I hope I could be soon again Tyler Ogilvy,
his dear son. I couldn't understand myself, but even in this embarrassing
situation, I was harder than I had ever been before, and the taste of shit
and piss, even the sensation of feeling my hair dripping piss, was
something so new and arousing that I really felt like cumming. But I had to
finish his shit before. I ate with no disgust and I sensed he was jacking
off as he saw me. Finally I finished the meal and blasted my load. I said:
"oh, dad, forgive me."

-I will never forget that I have just seen you cumming with my repulsive
shit. You can end the day ashamed or proud but today at least you are my
shit son and the punishment will continue.

-Ok, dad. I can end the day being again your dear son and friend, I will
take it like a man, any punishment you think I deserve. What now?

-I will phone my mates at the sex shop telling them I have an urgent family
issue to solve. I won't go to work today and I will be waiting for you in
the living room. You will first brush your teeth but won't wash your
hair. Whatever you feel about yourself at the end of the day you must first
purify yourself in punishment and embarrassment. So with pissed hair, you
will first take off all your clothes and leave them here in the bathroom
and totally nude, you will come to the living room, where I will be waiting
for you and you will first say these words to me: "Dad, I know I have
disgraced you today. I need to be punished. So, these balls of mine are for
you to kick."

-Oh, dad, will you kick my balls?

-You said you would take it like a man. I will certainly kick your balls
and it will only be the beginning of your punishment. It must be painful
but I also need to have some common sense. I cannot break your balls. I
will kick them once or twice till you writhe in pain on the floor. And
later there's more to come. Anything to object, Tyler?

-No, dad, I know I deserve it. Ok, I will take it like a man. Anything to
be your friend again, even if I always have to be your shit son. But
there's something I don't understand, dad: can I be your shit son and at
the same time your friend?

-Today you have to be punished so at the end of the day you have an opinion
of yourself, but everything is possible. You have always been intelligent,
tender and brave. We shall see. Now I will wait for you in the living
room. As I am phoning my workmates, you will be brushing your teeth, and
then taking off your clothes. Is that clear, Tyler?

-It is clear, Dad.

And he left then. I stayed alone in the bathroom and started brushing my
teeth. My hair was still dripping piss. I couldn't understand myself but I
was aware I had a huge erection. Is it that I could be gay or a masochist?
All I was sure about is that I wanted to recover my father. I began to
really think I had disgraced him today and I needed some retaliation. My
father would be violent later but I did not blame him. I promised myself I
would take like a man whatever he wanted to dish out at me. Is it even that
I wanted him to kick my balls? I didn't know, but I was horny as I had
never been before and I even remembered my father's smell of sweat today as
an arousing thing. Did I desire him? Well, I was wondering all this when I
realized my teeth were already clean enough.

I had to strip now. Curiously I never thought it would be wrong. I desired
to be naked before him and be punished. I took everything off and when I
finally saw myself totally nude in the mirror, I noticed I had the most
enormous erection I had ever had in my life. I wasn't sure he would like
seeing me so hard, but I took a deep breath and naked as I was, I went down
to the living room. There he was waiting for me. I knew what I had to
say. Somewhat shy and nervous I muttered.

-Dad, I know I have disgraced you today. I need to be punished. So, these
balls of mine are for you to kick.