Date: Mon, 30 Jun 2014 20:19:10 +0100
From: Finn O'Shea <osheafinn784@yahoo.ie>
Subject: Not My Fathers Son....Part 4

DISCLAIMER: This story is fictional. It is intended to be read by a
strictly adult audience only. If it is illegal for you to read stories of
this nature where you live, then stop now. The story involves sex between
consenting male adults and its themes include incest, humiliation and
domination so if you are easily offended, do not read any further.

Many thanks for all the messages and for your positive comments. Sincere
apologies, for the delay, however, the next chapter is almost ready to
go. Do hope you like it. ENJOY!!

Again, if you do have any comments or suggestions, it would be great to
hear from you...F


   Not My Fathers Son...PART 4

  I continued to lick his boots enthusiastically. I wanted to please him,
please my master, my sadistic god like father. He had just continued to sit
there, his powerful legs spread wide, engrossed in the TV.  Rubbing his
trouser covered crotch, he would occasionally look down at me, kneeling
between his legs. Watching my eager tongue work on his boots, he would bark
orders.

`' More tongue, you fucking faggot, let me feel that pig tongue on the
leather you dirty little cunt and show some gratitude boy'' he
laughed. Then he would bring the belt down swiftly on my now, nearly raw,
ass.

`'Thank you master, thank you for allowing this worthless faggot the honour
of licking your boots clean master'' I whimpered.

I was beginning to understand how to please him. I was learning quickly and
he was savouring every minute of his cruel tutorial. I was his slave, his
pig, his fucking dog. I was his personal faggot, to do with as he pleased.

I do not know how long I spent on my knees between his legs but my tongue
now, in addition to every other part of my battered body, also ached. I was
lost in a trance when he suddenly shouted out.

`'Fucking yes'' and he dramatically punched the air. He jumped up out of
his seat `'fucking yes'' he repeated. `' Now, that deserves another drink
and a bit of a fucking celebration asswipe'' he looked down at me,
egotistically. His team had won the game.

He dropped the belt holding my neck and walked off behind me. I heard him
refill his glass with ice and whiskey. He quickly returned and he was
standing beside me again. I knew better than to look up so I kept my eyes
focused on the floor.

`'Now, that is a real man's fucking game but you wouldn't know anything
about that, would you, you filthy fucking homo'' and he kicked me hard in
the ribs with his glistening boots. He grabbed the belt again, forcefully
pulling my head up.

`' Look at me, faggot'' he ordered. I looked up and he just sneered back at
me. A look of contempt covered his face again. Holding the belt tightly, he
took a large gulp of his whiskey.

`'What the fuck am I supposed to do with you'' he snarled. `'Well, the
first thing I think we need to do is get that fucking piggy tongue of yours
and that toilet mouth cleaned out, can't use them when they're dirty from
cleaning my boots, can we?'' and he dragged me off to the bathroom.

He positioned me, on my knees, my hands still tied behind my back, in front
of the sink. He rummaged around in a drawer for a few moments.

`'Ah, there it fucking is'' and he pulled out a little hard plastic brush
that he insisted the maid use for cleaning between the shower tiles.

`'Perfect, now open that toilet mouth cunt and stick out that faggot
tongue'' he commanded.

I quickly obeyed and opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out as far as
possible. I was extremely nervous again, frightened about what he was going
to do. He had confirmed and proved that he was capable of anything.

`'Right, lets get that toilet hole good and clean'' and he grabbed the
liquid soap chuckling to himself.

I knelt there as he brought the soap container to my mouth and slowly
dispensed some soap onto my waiting tongue. All the time he was looking
straight into my eyes, waiting for a reaction. The soap tasted sickly on my
tongue.

`'So, lets get that fucking tongue clean, what do you say cunt'' and he
began to brush my tongue vigorously with the brush. Starring down at me, he
began to work the brush into my open mouth. I instinctively began to gag. I
thought I was going to throw up. He could see my reaction and unconcerned,
he just continued.

`'No being sick, you stupid cunt or you will have to lick it up and you
will really fuck me off''.

He pushed the brush deeper into my mouth, working it around the inside. My
stomach began to heave. He pushed the brush to the back of my mouth,
heading for my throat. It hurt. I could feel my face redden. I tried
desperately to control my gagging. He was clearly enjoying himself.

`'Nearly done, that's a good little shit licker, you do want to have a nice
clean piggy tongue and mouth for Daddy, don't you boy?''. I was
concentrating on not being throwing up or passing out from his attack on my
mouth and I had not heard him properly.

`'I asked you a fucking question, asswipe''. I quickly snapped back to
reality and slowly tried to nod. `' You are going to be a good faggot for
Daddy, I can tell'' and he pulled the brush out of my mouth. The relief was
tremendous. I took a deep breath. Suddenly, he pushed me towards the
toilet.

`'Okay, faggot, spit that shit out in the fucking toilet'' he barked.

I was kneeling. He was behind me, watching. As I spat out the soapy
contents of my mouth, my mind raced.

I was kneeling in front of his toilet. I could not help but imagine him
standing here, his cock out, pissing his golden stream into this
toilet. However, I knew...I knew that he often came here for a dump. I had
seen him come in here in the morning with the sports section of the
newspaper. I pictured him sitting here reading, that beautiful muscle ass
of his sitting on this toilet seat. Sitting on the toilet seat, that was
just inches away from my mouth.

My master, My father...sitting and shitting.

This toilet had seen his butthole. Seen it slowly dilate and watched
patiently as he pushed his rich man turds out of his beautiful asshole. It
had witnessed him, casually attempt to wipe his hairy shithole clean. Then,
as if reading my mind, I heard him growl under his breath.

`'Filthy fucking faggot, you like that fucking toilet, don't you
cunt. Well, don't fucking worry shit boy, you will become very well
acquainted with that toilet later, faggot!'' With that, he pulled me back
into the study.

He stopped abruptly in the middle of the room. Again, he brutally pulled my
head up. His huge body towered above me. Looking directly at me, he began
to rub his straining packet slowly.

`' You fucking loved kneeling in front of my fucking toilet, didn't you
cunt? Thinking about your fucking master sitting there, having a relaxing
dump, weren't you faggot?''

I did not know if they were questions or statements. I attempted to answer
and he backslapped me hard. I had my answer and remained quite as he
continued.

 `'That turned you on, didn't it, you filthy fucking homo. You really love
your Daddy's muscle ass, don't you cunt? And we've seen just how much you
crave the taste of my fucking shit...You fucking dream about worshipping my
ass, don't you boy. Dream about worshipping your Daddy's shithole and
getting to lick it clean and taste my shit. That is what you dream about
cunt, isn't it!''

I humbly nodded in response. Then he spread his legs slightly wider,
emphasising his muscle bound legs and thighs.

`'You see the fucking thing is cunt, well, it's a fucking real privilege
for a lowlife little faggot like you to get to worship my ass and my
butthole and I don't fucking think that you're fucking worthy, cunt'' he
bluntly stated.

I remained silent, not sure of exactly what to say. However, my eyes said
all that was necessary. They pleaded, implored on my behalf.

`'Why should I allow you the honour, of getting your worthless fucking
mouth on my ass boy, or allow you to get that pathetic tongue of yours up
my shithole faggot'' he continued. Still holding the belt tightly, he was
virtually cutting off my air supply as he sipped on his whiskey.

`'Maybe, it is just a thought though, maybe I could fucking train you to be
a good ass and shit slave. You would fucking love that, wouldn't you
faggot, you'd love your Daddy to train you how to be a good ass and shit
slave for your master? `' and he let the belt around my neck to loosen,
allowing me to speak.

`' Yes master, yes master I beg you, please, please train me to be your ass
and shit slave, I beg you. I would do anything master, anything to be
allowed the privilege of worshipping your ass and shithole master''. You
could hear the obvious desperation in my voice and it made him laugh
loudly.

`' I fucking know that you would do anything to totally worship my perfect
straight man ass faggot, any fucking faggot would, but why should I bother
to train you cunt'' he asked evilly.

 `' But you really need to fucking convince me faggot and you are not doing
a good job, boy'' he continued. I was totally stumped. I did not know what
to say or do.

`'Might be nice to have a faggot ass slave around the fucking house so I'm
going to give you one last chance to convince me asswipe. So get down flat
on your stomach and fucking grovel like a fucking dog at its masters feet
and tell me just how fucking much you long to worship my muscle ass and my
dirty hairy shithole cunt'' and he let the belt drop from his hand. I put
my head on the floor and pushed my legs back slowly.

`'Quicker cunt, I'm getting bored of this'' he hollered. I got flat on my
stomach as quickly as I could, my face was almost touching his boots. He
had said that it was my last chance and I was willing to do or say
anything.

`'Lets hear it cunt, tell me how much you want me to fucking train you,
tell your Daddy just how much you want to be his little faggot ass
slave. Tell your master how you have dreamed of his fucking ass and
shithole'' he chuckled '' And make it good, cunt!'' Then I felt his boot
come down on the side of my face. He was standing there, one booted foot on
my face, drinking his beloved whiskey while lay at his feet. I began to beg
and plead.



To be continued...