Date: Thu, 2 Jan 2014 17:03:24 +0000 (GMT)
From: Finn O'Shea <osheafinn784@yahoo.ie>
Subject: Not My Fathers Son   Part 3

Disclaimer: This material is totally fictional and is intended to be read
by strictly adults only. If you are underage or it is illegal for you to
read this where you live, then stop reading now! This story contains sex
between consulting male adults. It contains themes including...
Domination, Humiliation, Incest and mild watersports and scat. If you could
find this offensive, then please do not continue.

 If you do read it and enjoy it, then please let me know. I have some
thoughts for future chapters, and it may be just the encouragement I need
to get typing! All thoughts and suggestions would be gratefully
appreciated! Hope you enjoy it....Apologies about my spelling and grammar!


Not My Fathers Son .....Part 3 ...By RimBoyRim


Still on my knees, he pulled me out into the balconied landing. The wooden
floor was hard under my knees. He had a short fuse and I didn't want to
piss him off. I tried to keep up, but it was impossible.

Then he turned around and brought his foot up swiftly between my legs. He
kicked me, right in my nuts. I hollered in pain. His sadistic nature knew
no bounds.  My body resembled a punch bag. I ached from head to toe.

''Fucking amazed that my foot managed to find those shrivelled up, pathetic
excuse for balls you've got.. now move it cunt''. With his other hand, he
grabbed my hair again. Now, he was dragging me by the hair and neck,
towards the top of the stairs.

''Up faggot and get down those fucking stairs'' he commanded.

 I was standing at the top of the stairs and he pushed me. With my hands
tied, I still somehow, managed to keep my balance. I knew he was following
right behind me. With a couple of steps to go, I felt his hand on my
shoulder and he propelled me forward. Loosing my footing, I went tumbling
forward, landing face down on the hall floor. I shuffled around in pain. I
began crawling towards the wall, hoping to try and get myself up onto my
knees somehow.

''That's better, that's where fucking faggots belong, crawling along the
fucking floor, so crawl faggot...fucking crawl on your stomach to my study,
cunt''.

He came closer. He just stood and watched. I could see his boots and the
belt hanging from his hand. He began impatiently tapping the floor.

''We haven't got all fucking day cunt, this is your last chance or you'll
fucking feel my boot again!''

 I didn't know what to do, so I began trying to wriggle across the marble
floor. This caused him to laugh loudly.

''That's right faggot, wriggle like a fucking maggot''. Then I heard the
belt again but this time it made contact with the tops of my legs.

'' Come on, wriggle, cunt wriggle, it's so amusing just how low, how
fucking low you can go, you piece of human shit!''

I reached the door of his study and stopped.

''Keep going faggot, did I tell you to stop, fucking crawl to my chair''.

His study took up a good portion of the downstairs of the house. There was
the large main room, with doors to his personal gym, another bedroom and
bathroom. Nobody was allowed in, except for the house keeper, when she
cleaned it. When she did, he sat and watched, drink in hand... giving
orders.

I crawled towards his chair. It was a large old leather arm chair. This was
where he sat to watch football, relax and chill. This was his private play
ground. It had every man toy available. He did all his private entertaining
here, this was where he fucked his '' lucky cum dump cunts''.

As I finally reached his chair, I could see that he had gone to the drinks
cabinet. I heard him fill his glass with ice and pour his drink.

He walked over, threw himself down in his chair and sighed. I was lying
flat on my stomach. The wooden floor was cold. My face pointed towards the
side of his chair. Head down, I nervously awaited his next command, too
scared and sore to move.

'' That was one fucking hell of a day, fuck me, I'm tired'' and he put his
drink down on the side table, placing his cigar in the ashtray. He picked
up the TV remote and flicked it on. The sports channel immediately
appeared. He seemed to be ignoring me. I was getting hopeful that the worst
was over. Maybe he'd changed his mind. Maybe I was safe. Then I felt his
hand on the top of my head. He pulled me around so I was now lying face
down between his legs.

'' That's better, much better, fucking cunt lying at his Masters feet''.

 Then he placed the belt over the arm of the chair.

'' Think I'll keep this close at hand'' he laughed '' think I'll be fucking
needing it, if you don't fucking do as you're told cunt''.

 I wasn't safe at all. I had a dreadful feeling that there was worse to
come, much worse!

''So boy, what precisely am I going to do with you, Hmmmm''....he
pondered...''what do you do with a filthy perverted faggot... whatever I
fucking want to do, that's what'' he laughed.

 ''I'm going to put that fucking toilet mouth of yours to good use
cunt. We're going to see precisely how good that shit licking tongue of
yours is boy. I'm really going to put that fucking mouth and tongue of
yours to work faggot '' and with that, he pulled me up by my hair.

My head was now at seat level. He was sitting, his huge legs spread
wide. The trouser fabric was stretched tight. His delicious bulging crotch
looked enormous. Prominently displayed, it was now putting even more
pressure, on his trousers. He always sat with his legs spread wide. He
liked to show off precisely what he had.

The shape of his cock was clearly visible, pushing out against the
material. His balls were packed tightly bellow. I wanted to suck on his
cock, lick it, clean it and drink from it. I wanted to lick his balls. Lick
them clean. Lick every last drop of sweat off them. I wanted to lick right
between those powerful killer legs, bury my face in there. I wanted to get
my tongue in there, deep in there!

'' Are you fucking looking at my crotch cunt? Did I give you fucking
permission to look at my package boy? You just don't seem to learn, do
you'' and he grabbed the belt, bringing it down on my lower back.
 I was too weak to cry out. A slight moan escaped my mouth.

'' I'll fucking tell you what to do, exactly what to do, faggot''.

Smiling at me, he moved his hand down between his legs and began slowly
rubbing his growing bulge.

'' I can't fucking believe that this cock, produced such a fucking lowlife
faggot cunt''. He began squeezing his crotch. All the time, he kept looking
at me, while he massaged his growing bulge.

'' You're one filthy cock hungry faggot, aren't you? he asked.

''Yes master, I'm a filthy cock hungry faggot'' I replied

''And you're fucking hungry for your Daddy's cock, aren't you faggot?
You're hungry to lick, suck and taste your Masters cock and balls. You want
to clean my fucking cock and balls with that faggot tongue of yours, don't
you pig?''

'' Oh, yes Master, I do anything to clean your cock and balls with my
faggot tongue Master, ANYTHING!!'' I pleaded. He just continued to laugh.

'' You've got a lot of fucking work to do cunt before I would even consider
allowing that faggot tongue anywhere near this boy'' and he rubbed his cock
and balls teasingly.

'' You see, filthy faggots are there to be used, used by fucking real men
like me'' he growled. '' That's why you were fucking born cunt, you were
fucking born to serve faggot, and serve you will. And you'll do it well, if
you don't want to fuck me off. I'm sure you understand cunt, don't you''.

'' Yes Master, I understand'' I whispered.

'' Good cunt'' and leaning forward, holding the belt, he brought my head
down to the floor. He slipped the belt under his boot and pulled. My head
was now pulled flat to the floor, directly facing his boots. His boots were
only inches away.

'' I know you want to fucking lick my boots faggot. I know you want to lick
your fucking Masters boots clean but dogs don't just lick cunt. They always
smell everything first. They use their little fucking doggie nose. And
that's what I want cunt. I want to hear you fucking sniffing my boots
faggot, now get to it, get sniffing boy'' he ordered.

I brought my nose to the side of his boots and started to breathe in
deeply. He moved back in the chair and relaxed. He changed the TV channel
and I could hear him have a drink and suck on his cigar.

'' Great, perfect timing'' he said '' the games just about to start''. He
was a big football fan and I knew his team were playing. I felt his belt on
my ass again.

'' Come on faggot, I want to hear big doggie sniffs, big fucking doggie
sniffs, smell Daddy's boots cunt''.

I put my nose right on his boots and did as I was told.

'' That's better cunt, bet that little doggie nose of yours loves the smell
of my boots. Does that fucking leather smell good, cunt? Does the faggot
love the smell of his Daddies leather boots?''.

Without moving my head, I answered. '' Yes Master, I love the smell of your
boots, I love it Master''

'' Good fucking dog'' he responded '' Now stick that doggie tongue of yours
out, show your Master that doggie tongue, cunt''.

I stuck my tongue out. '' Further faggot, stick it out further'' he
instructed.

I stuck my tongue out as far as I possibly could.

'' That's more like it cunt, ok, now you know what to do with it, get busy
cunt''.

I began fervently licking my father's boots. He looked down and grinned.

'' That's it, let me see that tongue, I want to see big long doggie licks
cunt, get that tongue lapping boy. I want my fucking boots licked
clean. Use that tongue faggot, use that tongue to clean my fucking, boy''.

Then he went back to watching the TV.

 I lay there, sore but happy....happy to be licking my Masters boots clean.
.  I don't know how long I spent licking his boots, but I was in doggie
heaven. Every now and then, he'd move his boot.

'' Now the side cunt, lick the fucking side, make sure you're getting my
fucking boot good and clean, cunt''

 While I licked his boots, I heard him noisily clear his nose and
throat. Then, he'd lean over the side of the chair, he spit. He did this
several times. When he was satisfied that I'd done a thorough cleaning job,
he pulled me over to his other boot.

'' Right faggot, next one, back to work'' he ordered.

I instantly began to lick his other boot clean. While I lapped, I could see
that he occasionally dropped his hand, with the cigar, over the arm of the
chair. It appeared, that he was flicking the ash, on to the floor. As I lay
licking, he watched the game intently. Sometimes shouting and swearing at
the screen. Then the game went into a break. He leaned forward in the
chair.

'' Ok cunt, lets see how well, that fucking pig tongue of yours, has
cleaned my boots''.  He looked down and moving his boots around, he
accessed my work.

'' Not bad cunt, not bad at all'' he said '' but I think you missed a bit
there though cunt'' and he pointed at his heal.

'' Come on boy, let me see you lick my fucking heal clean and if you do
that properly, I've got a real treat for you cunt, a real faggot treat!''
he laughed.

My tongue began its job, cleaning my fathers heal. My mind worked overtime,
thinking about that ''real faggot treat''. I didn't have to wait long to
find out exactly what he'd planned for me.

Standing up, using his foot, he pushed me around to the side of the
chair. With my face still flat on the floor, I could see directly in front
of me.

Large amounts of his spit, snot and gob covered an area of the floor. The
cigar ash, he'd flicked, had accurately landed on it. He pushed me further
forward. It was now right in front of me.

'' Now, that doesn't look too appetising, does it?'' he said.  ''But I'm
sure I can improve on that, let me see''.

With that, he began rubbing it into the floor with his boot, right in front
of my face. Then he lifted his boot slightly and looked underneath. I could
see long strands of snot, suspended from his boot, clinging to the
floor. Then he put his boot back on the floor and rubbed it in harder. When
he'd finished, he moved back behind me.

 '' Ah, that's much better, isn't it cunt, that looks a lot tastier now''
he chuckled.

I looked at it. The snot and gob was now mixed with the ash. It was a grey
green colour. I could still see thick lengths of sinewy snot running
through the slimy mixture. There were some big hard looking pieces of his
nose gunk, mixed in.

'' See, I wasn't lying cunt, when I said that my nose and throat needed a
good cleaning out'' and he smiled. He remained standing over me.

'' So cunt, now what I want to see, is you fucking licking that up. I want
to see you licking up my fucking snot off the floor. And put some fucking
effort into it faggot! I want to watch your tongue clean that fucking
floor, cunt. Remember, nice long licks. Let me see how fucking delicious
you think my snot is, cunt. A real fucking faggot treat''. Then he went and
sat down again. He continued looking down at me.

'' What you waiting for faggot, an invitation? Now, get licking'' he
snarled.

I stuck my tongue out and did as I was told. I began licking around the
edge of the semi solid mixture. He laughed out loud. I worked hard but it
was difficult to get it to stay on my tongue. He moved in his chair and
then dangled his belt on the arm.

'' Don't fucking make me use this again cunt, I want to see that floor
clean!'' he boomed. '' Now get my snot in your mouth cunt, suck it up''

I moved my mouth over it and began sucking. This was more successful. Soon,
his snot began to fill my mouth and I began to feel nauseous. I didn't
think I could swallow it.

'' Now open your mouth boy and stick your tongue out. I want to see my snot
on that piggy tongue, boy''.

I raised my head and did as ordered. I stuck my tongue out, covered in his
nose slim. He grinned down at me.

'' That's it cunt, bet that tastes good cunt, doesn't it. My little pig
loves the taste of his Masters nose on his tongue. Now, swallow cunt,
swallow my snot right down that faggot throat of yours''.

I summoned up what strength I had and swallowed.

'' Now the rest faggot, get the rest of my delicious snot sucked up and
eaten cunt!''.

I started to do as he said. I didn't think I could possibly do it but the
alternative did not bear thinking about. I couldn't take another beating. I
sucked and sucked. The taste filled my mouth. I swallowed it down as
quickly as possible. Quite a few times, he looked at me and then at the
floor, and would point.

'' There cunt, lick there! I can see some gob still on the floor faggot. I
want it all licked up. Get that fucking floor shinning cunt, let me see
that tongue work faggot. Lick every bit of my snot off that fucking floor
faggot or there will be trouble''.

 I licked repeatedly, until the floor began to shine with my saliva.

'' That's it faggot, I think you've done a good job on the floor cunt. But
what about my fucking boot, faggot. I think I got some snot on the sole of
my fucking boot, boy. And it needs cleaning now, cunt. Give it some fucking
tongue attention, faggot''. He lifted his leg over the arm of the chair and
rested it there. His boot was above my face.

'' Reached for it cunt, fucking reach for it, get that filthy tongue on the
sole of my boot cunt, and get it clean'' he ordered. Then he tilted his
foot upwards.

 I looked up and yes, there was snot residue in between the threads of his
boots. I raised my head up further to reach the sole. Tongue out, I
strained my neck and began to lick. My tongue worked in between the
threads, working out any remaining snot, some of it was had traces of dirt.
He glanced at me occasionally and smiled. He was again engrossed in the
game.

'' Getting all the snot, faggot, getting all that gob off my sole? he
enquired.

'' Yes Master, I've nearly got it all Master...I answered between licks.

''You've got a good tongue faggot, a really good tongue. You're a born
natural, cunt. That fucking tongue of yours is going to be kept busy,
really busy cleaning, faggot, just like a faggots tongue should be! And
when you've finished cleaning that sole faggot, I think you should fucking
clean the other sole also, boy'' and he went back to watching the game.

To be continued?? ....I'll let you decide!

All thoughts and suggestions gratefully appreciated.