Date: Mon, 1 Aug 2016 20:28:00 +0000
From: Daniel Berasaluce Frķas <arathllevi@hotmail.com>
Subject: How I became my daddy's toilet - chapter 4

Chapter 4

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-Now slave, open your mouth. There's more to come.

I meekly complied and my mouth was soon wide open, ready for anything my
master, my dad, wanted to dish out. And right away I heard him clearing his
throat, knowing that a new substance was going to land in my throat. I felt
it and was savouring with a big smile and a clear face of pleasure. But I
instantly felt one of his fingers on his nose and raining one of his
nostrils to me. I loudly moaned and was about to cum and I told him.

-This is one of your most delicious substances, Dad. I wish I could be fed
a lot more. Your nose is certainly loaded and you have a big amount of this
yummy gelatin.

-Do you still remember you have a ridiculous dick that obeys to me?

-Certainly, Dad.

-Then since you seem to enjoy this product, you will start jacking off. I
will spit a bit meanwhile and next I will blow my other nostril in your
mouth and you will cum again. I wanna see how many times you are able to
cum with me. So, start wanking, slave, it is an order.

Needless to say, I obeyed him. I certainly wanted to obey him and he spat
gob after gob in my hungry mouth, sometimes phlegm, and I was still
blushing but madly jacked off before him. I swallowed and said nothing,
waiting to cum many more times with my daddy. It was so hot to know he had
turned my dick into a ridiculous one. I was horny at the notion of feeling
I had a ridiculous dick now to cum a lot of times with him, whenever he
ordered. But finally, after spitting for almost five minutes, he told me he
was gonna blow his other nostril in my mouth. The moment it reached my
throat I was sure I wanted to be my father's handkerchief forever. Of
course my ridiculous cock fulfilled its new goal and was ridiculous again
and I cummed a big amount. I told him.

-Everything I have done today, I am willing to repeat, Master. So, you must
know after today I will give you a blowjob whenever you order me, I will
lick your arse, your pits or your feet. I will drink your piss, swallow
your farts and eat your gobs, phlegm and snot. I will do that whenever you
ask me after today, Sir.

-Good, slave, we shall see because I also have to tell you some things when
my schedule begins. But so far I am overjoyed to see you like cumming with
your father.

-Oh, please, Dad, Sir, let me be your personal toilet.

-You are my personal toilet today. Now I will lie again on my stomach and
you will lick my crack, I will fart many times and as I have a personal
toilet, I will finally shit in your mouth.

I did not hesitate returning to his beautiful crack a second time. I
slightly touched his cheeks again with real lust and soon began to sniff
and lick his hole. As I expected, soon I could smell again a new fart and I
moaned out loud so he was calm and knew I loved his farts and I licked and
licked expecting to taste again a new amount of delicious shit now shat in
my mouth. And at long last I could eat that wonderful substance again. And
so wonderful it was that it had an unexpected consequence and I felt like
informing my father.

-Dad, I am sorry to say that I have not quite obeyed you and you should
punish me maybe.

-What do you want to tell me, slave?

-My ridiculous dick has misbehaved and couldn't help but cum with your
yummy shit and did not wait for your orders, Sir.

-I am really glad you have just cummed with my crap, and I do not know
whether I should punish you for that. But nevertheless, here's the
punishment: do you prefer the taste of my shit or my puke?

-Both are delicious, Dad. But I think I prefer your puke.

-Then I will keep on shitting now all the crap that's still in my bowels,
since you like it so much that you cum with it. But later when I am puking,
you will cum twice in the moments I order you to cum. Deal, slave?

-Deal, Dad.

-Then I will empty my bowels in your stomach first. Keep on eating shit,
slave.

-Oh how I would desire to be your slave and toilet every day.

-We will talk later. Now eat.

My father was shitting in my mouth for five more minutes and I could
finally eat as many as four turds. My mouth wanted to be full with shit
every day. I chewed, swallowed and moaned. I was eating the most delicious
meal and my father should know how I was enjoying being his toilet. He did
not seem concerned about my disobedience and sometimes looked at me and
smiled. Finally the shit meal was over and with shitted arse he would spend
the rest of the day. He told me to leave his ass and he stood up and said.

-You beautiful slave and toilet. You are my complete toilet today and now
you are going to taste puke and cum twice. So, Alan, open your mouth and
start wanking. You will cum with this first load of your father's vomit.

I started wanking before I had my father's lips in mine. He kissed me
ravenously as I had fun with my dick. Then the first load of puke filled my
hungry mouth. I savored again the taste of meat balls, now digested. Meat
balls was my favourite meal. Well, it had been so far. Now my favourite
meal was digested meat balls. I loved the taste of my father's puke and
inevitably cummed with his first load. But he continued kissing me and
puking as I continued jerking off. I knew I could cum twice with the most
delicious substance my father produced. He smiled, kissed me and touched
all my naked body as I continued savouring his scrumptious digestion. It
was a slow combined pleasure of being kissed, touched and puked a delicious
mixture of digested food. As I could, I assured my father again that I
would like to be his permanent toilet, every day and for everything. He
smiled at me and repeated we should talk later. I kept on eating and
savouring my father's lips as well. He told me when it would be the last
time for my ridiculous cock to obey him one more time. My ridiculous dick
was well tamed by now, and if that day I had a long orgasm it was that
second time with my father's puke. I really dampened the floor now. I had
lost count of how many times I had cummed with my father but he asked me
and I started calculating, aloud for him to know.

-Once with your feet, then a second time with your ripe pits, the third one
with your snot, once with your shit and twice with your puke, so it is six
times.

-Good, slave. Now be sincere and tell me: do you really feel like being
fucked?

-Please Master Ronnie, fuck my ass, Sir.

-I will. But the moment it does not hurt you, you will let me know by
jacking off again and you must cum for the seventh time with your father's
dick deep in your arse.

-A perfect schedule, Dad, Sir. Fuck me whenever you want.

-So, on all fours, slave. Only remember that if you tell me to stop, it
will mean stop. I am not gonna rape my son.

-Fuck me, Dad. And remember I told you to rape me if I cannot stand the
pain.

-I don't wanna rape you. Well, let's see.

Finally he dared penetrate me. At once I could feel that it was really
painful and I was not a masochist for pain as I was for disgusting
things. My father perceived my face of pain.

-Shall I take my dick out, Alan? You tell me.

-Dad, it hurts but I promised you would fuck me and you will. And the
psychological pleasure of knowing whose dick is pummeling my ass is
great. I want you to fuck me every day.

-I am looking forward to see you jacking off. It will mean it doesn't hurt
you anymore -he was really ramming my ass now, pushing deeper and
deeper. My ass really suffered but I intended him to fuck me whenever he
wanted and I told him.

-Dad, I suppose you were fucked for the first time one day and I suppose
you stood the pain.

-I knew I wanted to be fucked and really stood the pain. I had been told
that it would hurt the first time but only more or less five minutes. But I
don't remember such pain.

-Then I will be brave and withstand it, Dad. But you have such a long dick.

-Yes, and I want it really hard. Your mansmell really helps me to have it
real hard. You see, imagine it is not at its maximum size. Soon you would
tell me it doesn't hurt anymore. I would relax and I would really be hard
then and it would be a painful weapon for your ass again. So, you'd better
have all the pain now. Soon it will not hurt you. How's it going now?

-It really hurts a bit less, Dad. You can go on, please.

He was popping my cherry and I knew well I had to live this pain. But now I
was convinced that soon I could be even enjoying it and said nothing. My
father was accompanying the pain with his sweetness, kissing me all the
time and praising me, saying thank you, Alan, and telling me once and again
I was a brave young man and he really liked his son and was proud of
me. With these words it was easier to endure the slight pain I was still
feeling as I was savouring my father's lips in mine. He did not mind my
mouth was full of excrements. And the moment came when I stopped kissing
him for I had something to say.

-Now it does not hurt me, Dad. I will start to beat off now. Oh, Dad, it is
such a great pleasure. I love being fucked, Dad. And I beg you fuck me
every day.

-Good. Remember your ridiculous dick must obey me again. You will have your
seventh cum with my dick in your ass.

So I strongly pumped my stiff rod and was like this for five more minutes
enjoying the fact that my father was fucking me. Finally after ten minutes
of fucking his son's ass, my father cummed in my ass and I cummed on the
floor.

-Have you really enjoyed your schedule, Alan?

-Everything was heaven for me, Dad. Oh, I would desire to be your slave and
toilet now, Dad.

-Now my schedule will begin, and I have to talk to you first, slave. You
will be my personal slave till tomorrow at 8 a.m. as we talked. But maybe
this surprises you. I want you to be my toilet, ok, though we have to
talk. But I don't want you to be my slave.