Date: Fri, 3 Oct 2014 16:22:49 +0000 (UTC)
From: Finn O'Shea <osheafinn784@yahoo.ie>
Subject: NOT MY FATHERS SON....PART 8

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NOT MY FATHERS SON...PART 8

That dirty little queer, sure had one receptive fucking mouth. I stood
there, hands behind my head, cock dangling and I just let the fucking piss
flow. I was all fucking powerful and I fucking knew it. I looked down...its
mouth and eyes were wide fucking open, I sneered, angrily. It was fucking
difficult to believe that I could have possibly produced this fucking piece
of human scum but I pushed that thought to the back of my fucking mind.

I just concentrated on pissing. Its little faggot mouth required fucking
filling...filling with my fucking GOD piss. It was nothing but a fucking
lowlife queer toilet, there for my personal use. It was fucking put on
earth, to have its queer mouth filled with my fucking superior alpha male
piss and whatever else I decided it was worthy of receiving. However, for
now, I was happy just filling its queer mouth with my fucking special
personal brew.

Trapped between my huge tree trunk muscled legs, this was one thirsty
fucking pig. Just the type of faggot, I fucking liked. I groaned in utter
contentment as I flooded its queer mouth.

My piss quickly filled its fucking mouth and just as it was about to
overflow, I cut my fucking flow. Years of fucking serious faggot use and
abuse meant that I was well fucking practised with dealing with thirsty
piss pigs.

I've always fucking object to having my fucking god piss wasted, so, if
there was a fucking decent toilet faggot to use, then I am happy to fucking
oblige. I would allow the little cunt, to gratefully guzzle down my fucking
piss, mouthful after tasty mouthful.

Lets face it, faggots are fucking good for just about nothing but being a
fucking real superior alpha males fucking toilet slave. If I want the
fucking lowlife cunts to beg to drink my piss or lick my fucking butthole
clean, then that is what the fucking lowlife queers do. Faggot tongues, I'd
discovered years ago, make good fucking toilet paper.

Fucking queers need to be really fucking broken and used by superior male
alpha fucking gods...gods like me. They needed to be shown their correct
position and fucking station in life.

 If I don't feel like fucking pissing in a toilet or wiping my shithole
clean after a dump, well, then why the fuck should I. There's always some
fucking desperate queer, who's more than fucking willing to beg for the
honour of drinking my fucking straight alpha male piss...or to be allowed
the fucking honour of cleaning my superior shithole with its tongue.

In fact, since my summer with that Hamilton cunt, I had developed a real
fucking objection to cleaning my own fucking asshole. Why the fuck should
somebody like me, a fucking god, have to wipe his own shithole clean.

As the summer with that cunt had progressed, I had totally stopped
showering before I honoured the stupid cunt went my presence and as for my
ass wiping regime...well by the end of the fucking summer, it was
non-existent.

I fucking really got off on having the little cunt lick my shitty asshole
clean. I'd pull the sluts mouth away from my stinking jock hole and
instruct her to stick out her willing tongue. Seeing fucking nice long
smears of my teenage shit down the centre of her tongue, well, it give me a
true sense of my fucking total superiority.

However, when it comes to fucking feeding shit hungry faggots, you already
know my fucking point of view. Feeding those little hungry cunts, is a very
different fucking story. Getting to lick my superior dirty butthole clean
and getting to taste my shit after I've had a good dump requires some
convincing begging, but being fed...well, that's a fucking totally
different thing.

I AM A FUCKING GOD and getting to feed on my god shit is a total fucking
privilege. If I decide to permit the queer cunt to fucking feed on my
glorious bodily waste, then I fucking demand an uncompromising display of
gratitude and total devotion. My fucking supreme male shit has fuelled my
magnificent god like body. Any fucking faggot scum would willingly lie down
and die for one fucking mouthful of my delicious bodily waste.

Therefore, I demand that my powerful alpha male ass and fucking tight
muscle shithole, are shown total and unreserved devotion and adoration. To
feed on my precious shit is a complete and undeserved honour for any
fucking faggot queer. Feeding shit pigs, requires the correct fucking
training and college, I discovered, was to prove the ideal place to
fine-tune my faggot feeding skills.

Before I'd left home, I had a very drunken conversation with my brother
Matt. He warned me about filthy fucking homo's. Three years my senior, he
had been in the army for a few years. He told me, that the army, was
virtually infested, with the filthy scum. He explain though, that they did
fucking serve a purpose. He bluntly filled me in on how he'd used the
fucking cock-sucking, ass licking faggots and how to keep the filthy queers
in their rightful place. I took note, as he said that with my fucking body,
the little cunts would be all over me like a fucking rash, when I got to
college.

Sure enough, he was fucking right. In my first week on campus, there were
faggots everywhere but they were easy to fucking spot. I could feel their
fucking eyes on every fucking inch of my body. They fucking openly starred
at my bulging basket, but it seemed that my jock butt was the real fucking
crowd pleaser. Whenever, I walked by, the stupid queers would watch and
fucking drool.

 I quickly built up a good healthy selection of fucking eager cum
dumps. Getting fucking laid and having my mammoth cock regularly serviced,
wasn't a fucking problem. However, I missed that Hamilton cunt or more
precisely, her butt cleaning tongue. By now, I was well use to having my
fucking muscle ass eaten out. I'd discovered just know fucking sensitive a
guys shithole is and how fucking awesome an obedient tongue feels. I was
bloody sure that my fucking asshole wasn't made this sensitive just to be
fucking ignored and these fucking up tight bitches didn't seem to be up to
the fucking job. Oh, they all fucking loved to look at, caress and
occasionally kiss my steel bubble butt but when it came to getting my
shithole well and truly licked out, they unappreciative bitches resisted. I
could have fucking easily forced the little cunts but I needed to maintain
a clean sheet in college, family reputation etc so I couldn't afford to get
in any fucking trouble.

Now, this is where my fucking pathetic roommate, that I mentioned earlier,
comes in. The minute I fucking met it, the expression on its fucking face
told me everything that I fucking needed to know. The cunts mouth fucking
almost hit the fucking floor, when it saw me saunter into the room, for the
first time. This was definitely one of those fucking filthy faggots, I
immediately decided.

I contemplated complaining and having it change rooms, but the conversation
with my brother stuck in my mind. Although I had no fucking intention of
allowing this piece of queer scum anywhere near me, I decided to let it
stay. What the fuck, I thought. I can easily keep this scrawny piece of
shit in its place.

Every time we were in the room together, the little fucking queer was as
nervous as fuck and it could barely fucking even look at me. It fucking
stammered every fucking time I asked it a question. The poor little fucking
queer boy was totally intimidated by my fucking pure alpha male
superiority.

After a few weeks, I decided to have some fucking fun with it. I began,
gradually, to get it to do the fucking chores that I couldn't be bothered
doing. `'This fucking room needs cleaning'' I'd bark. The submissive little
queer would do whatever I said, fucking rightly so. Occasionally, I'd allow
it to see the perfection of my amazing fucking body. I fucking enjoyed
teasing the little homo.  I loved watching the effect that my superior jock
body, had on the pathetic cunt.  I'd walk around, wearing nothing but my
tight fucking faded Levi's, my ripped upper body exposed. I could see the
pathetic queer tremble with fucking desire. Regularly, I'd come back,
covered in fucking sweat from football practise and the fucking cunt would
bolt out of the room in a complete state of fucking queer desperation. The
poor fucking faggot was almost demented while I relished every fucking
minute of my subtly inflected torture.

One morning thought, I decided that things needed to fucking
change. Thinking about what Matt had said about faggots serving a fucking
purpose, I decided that if I was going to have to fucking share my personal
space with this cunt, that I might as well fucking avail of some of the
fucking benefits. Several times, I'd caught the stupid faggot sneaking
glimpses of my fucking full ass. This faggot was one definite, jock ass
hound, I decided. And... my fucking butt and asshole were now in need of
some fucking serious tongue and mouth attention.

The stupid homo was lying on its bed, pretending to be asleep. Wearing one
of my numerous pairs of fucking snug fitting Levi's and a tight white T, I
turned my back to it. Standing at the other side of the room, I decided to
give the queer boy a real fucking faggot treat. Slowly, I began
stretching. Spreading my huge legs, I raised my muscle bound arms above my
head. I fucking knew what the little cunt wanted. What it failed to realise
though, was that I had a perfect view of its dumb reflection in the
mirror. To finish off, I arched my back and pushed my fucking rear out. I
stood there, holding my position. The look on the fucking queers face,
almost made me fucking laugh. It was in a fucking faggot frenzy. Its eyes
did, as expected. They were fucking glued to my muscle butt and the dirty
homo was nearly fucking salivating. I had seen this fucking expression
before. I had seen it on that Hamilton bitches face and I instantly
recognised it for what it was. It was the look of an ass hungry, fucking
slave.

I spun around quickly, catching it off guard. `' So, you fucking like
looking at my fucking jock ass, you dirty faggot'' I shouted, bounding
across the room. Grabbing it by its skinny neck, I pushed it down onto the
fucking floor. Before it had time to respond, I turned around and with my
feet either side of its chest, I dropped to my knees. With my back to its
face, I swiftly pinned it between my rock hard thighs. My butt was now
resting right on its fucking under developed chest.

`' There you go cunt, have a good fucking look at my muscle jock ass,
that's what you've been dreaming of, isn't it, you fucking filthy queer
boy''. It was still in a state of shock and before it got a chance to
fucking answer, I pushed my ass right up to its fucking face. It was
fucking shaking with fear, I just laughed, pushing my ass further.

`'There you fucking go, homo, take a fucking really close look'' I
barked. It began to struggle a little, but squeezing my thighs, did the
fucking trick.

`' That's better, cunt, now stay still'' I commanded. Then I moved my butt
right back until I was fucking sitting right on the faggots face. Fuck,
that sure felt good. I'd never done this before. Sitting on this fucking
faggots face, was my fucking rightful place. It was a clear demonstration
of my fucking true superiority. Sitting there, I couldn't understand why
the fuck, I hadn't done it before. Something, I was now determined to
fucking rectify. I was intent on fucking using this particular faggots face
to its full fucking potential.

I pushed my butt down hard and began to fucking grind my denim clad ass all
over the stupid queers face. Fuck, it felt so good. I pushed down as hard
as I fucking could. I wanted the little homos face buried right between the
fucking globes of my muscle ass. I could feel its pig face buried deep, its
fucking nose was pushed right into my fucking ass.

`' If you fucking like looking at my butt so much then why don't you see
how it smells, faggot'' I growled. `'Fucking smell my jock asshole, queer
boy, fucking smell it'' I shouted. I felt it breathe in. `' That's it,
cunt, smell my dirty shithole, faggot'' I snarled. Then, I knew what I
wanted to do. I had this little homo's face, right where it fucking
belonged, pinned beneath my powerful manly ass. I arched my back again and
grinding my butt hard, I instinctively, farted.

`' Smell that cunt, smell my fucking jock stink'' I ordered, continuing to
grind my ass. `' Fucking breathe in my jock gut gas, you queer'' and I
heard the little pig do as ordered. Then, I fucking farted again. Looking
down, I saw the little cunts dick, suddenly twitch in its boxers. Then, a
stain began to fucking appear. The fucking stupid cunt had shot its load
without even fucking touching itself. Dirty queer had cum sniffing my ripe
jock farts. Content, I got up. Looking down, the dismal faggot was a
fucking wreck. Laughing, I gathered my stuff for class. As I left the room,
I looked back, the homo hadn't moved.

`' I'm glad that we got that fucking sorted, faggot. When I get back later,
you'd fucking better be here, cunt. We're fucking going to continue this,
you ass sniffing faggot'' and I banged the door behind me, smiling.


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