Getting To Know Daddy: Rules of the House
Thomas continues his conquest of his adopted son Alex and pushes him deeper and deeper into the submissive role his son has always yearned for. With brutal strokes and pet slave/Master play, the young man begins to learn the rules of the house!
Warning! This 10,800 word story portrays graphic sexual situations between a Father and his adopted Son and contains bondage, spanking, lashing and a cattle prod with pet/master roleplaying themes of dominance and submission.
This is a fictional work and all characters are 18 years of age or older.
Excerpt:
“Good boy.” Dad said, running a hand down my back several times, petting me. He gave me a resounding smack on my a** before he stood back up and tightened the leash in his hand.
He made a couple of clicking sounds in his mouth and tugged the leash forward, encouraging me to walk towards the bowl and I did so with undisguised glee. I wanted what was in that bowl so bad!
It only took a moment to reach and I hung my head over the bowl to inhale the fragrance of food. I was so excited that there was still the feeling of heat coming off of them, they were still warm! I suddenly gagged as Dad pulled back sharply on the leash, forcing my head away from the bowl.
“Stay!” Again his tone was sharp and commanding, suddenly I realized how close I had come to breaking one of the rules. I would have buried my head into that bowl and started eating if he hadn’t stopped me. I knelt there and got down on my elbows so that I could push my butt up in the air, my face just a few inches away from the bowl.
My stomach growled again and I kept my a** in the air while whining pitifully for Dad to mount me so that I could finally eat my breakfast. The leash grew slack as he got into position and I felt him rub each of my cheeks, squeezing them and testing the feel of my flesh with his hands. One of his thickly muscled legs were planted on each side of me and I could feel him squatting down, his hands coming to rest on the indented portion of my waist, just above the hip bones.
The probing of his c*** prompted me to push my hips back, impatiently trying to get him inside me. He was purposely not using his hands to guide himself so that it would take longer and I whined loudly in frustration. When his thick monster found my hole I closed my eyes and let his flared head slip inside. I bit my lip but couldn’t stop the moan, feeling each inch of him sliding into place. The pain of being stretched by his massive r** again thrummed through my body, but I didn’t care. I wanted him inside me quickly, I wanted food!
Dad grunted when he felt himself bottom out and bump into one of my inner walls, deep within. I let out a pained hiss from the blunt stabbing sensation but quickly forgot about it as I felt the leash go slack and tumble to the ground. Dad was rocking his hips now and moving his s**** inside me so I lowered my head and took a tentative and small bite of food. No rebuke came and I almost melted from the incredible taste. They were simply the best eggs I had ever tasted and I plunged my head down into the bowl to scoop up the fluffy pile and devour it.
It was easy at first but became increasingly more difficult to use my tongue and lips to accurately grab the remaining eggs as their volume decreased. Some of that was in part to how my head was being rocked forward by Dad’s thrusts, but I was a quick learner and getting the hang of timing my attempts. Low throaty sounds came unbidden from within me and I couldn’t tell if it was from the heavenly taste or the feel of Dad’s d*** as it worked me over inside.
All too soon I was down to licking the bottom of the bowl, causing it to scoot around on the floor slightly as I forced each little morsel onto my tongue and into my mouth. With my food gone I was able to focus on what Dad was doing and enjoy the sensation of his massive r** sliding within me. He was already at the end of his limits and a few more thrusts had him grunting and his spunk began to coat my insides. His c*** quivered with each ejaculation and I swear I could almost feel each heavy spurt as it landed.
Dad sighed and rubbed my flanks a few times before dipping between my thighs and checking to see what state I was in. I was completely h*** and dribbling a little p***** on the floor.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and ready for company boy. Need to have you looking presentable.”
Shock ran through me as I processed what Dad had said. Company?!? Someone other than him was going to be seeing me like this?
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Warning! This 10,800 word story portrays graphic sexual situations between a Father and his adopted Son and contains bondage, spanking, lashing and a cattle prod with pet/master roleplaying themes of dominance and submission.
This is a fictional work and all characters are 18 years of age or older.
Excerpt:
“Good boy.” Dad said, running a hand down my back several times, petting me. He gave me a resounding smack on my a** before he stood back up and tightened the leash in his hand.
He made a couple of clicking sounds in his mouth and tugged the leash forward, encouraging me to walk towards the bowl and I did so with undisguised glee. I wanted what was in that bowl so bad!
It only took a moment to reach and I hung my head over the bowl to inhale the fragrance of food. I was so excited that there was still the feeling of heat coming off of them, they were still warm! I suddenly gagged as Dad pulled back sharply on the leash, forcing my head away from the bowl.
“Stay!” Again his tone was sharp and commanding, suddenly I realized how close I had come to breaking one of the rules. I would have buried my head into that bowl and started eating if he hadn’t stopped me. I knelt there and got down on my elbows so that I could push my butt up in the air, my face just a few inches away from the bowl.
My stomach growled again and I kept my a** in the air while whining pitifully for Dad to mount me so that I could finally eat my breakfast. The leash grew slack as he got into position and I felt him rub each of my cheeks, squeezing them and testing the feel of my flesh with his hands. One of his thickly muscled legs were planted on each side of me and I could feel him squatting down, his hands coming to rest on the indented portion of my waist, just above the hip bones.
The probing of his c*** prompted me to push my hips back, impatiently trying to get him inside me. He was purposely not using his hands to guide himself so that it would take longer and I whined loudly in frustration. When his thick monster found my hole I closed my eyes and let his flared head slip inside. I bit my lip but couldn’t stop the moan, feeling each inch of him sliding into place. The pain of being stretched by his massive r** again thrummed through my body, but I didn’t care. I wanted him inside me quickly, I wanted food!
Dad grunted when he felt himself bottom out and bump into one of my inner walls, deep within. I let out a pained hiss from the blunt stabbing sensation but quickly forgot about it as I felt the leash go slack and tumble to the ground. Dad was rocking his hips now and moving his s**** inside me so I lowered my head and took a tentative and small bite of food. No rebuke came and I almost melted from the incredible taste. They were simply the best eggs I had ever tasted and I plunged my head down into the bowl to scoop up the fluffy pile and devour it.
It was easy at first but became increasingly more difficult to use my tongue and lips to accurately grab the remaining eggs as their volume decreased. Some of that was in part to how my head was being rocked forward by Dad’s thrusts, but I was a quick learner and getting the hang of timing my attempts. Low throaty sounds came unbidden from within me and I couldn’t tell if it was from the heavenly taste or the feel of Dad’s d*** as it worked me over inside.
All too soon I was down to licking the bottom of the bowl, causing it to scoot around on the floor slightly as I forced each little morsel onto my tongue and into my mouth. With my food gone I was able to focus on what Dad was doing and enjoy the sensation of his massive r** sliding within me. He was already at the end of his limits and a few more thrusts had him grunting and his spunk began to coat my insides. His c*** quivered with each ejaculation and I swear I could almost feel each heavy spurt as it landed.
Dad sighed and rubbed my flanks a few times before dipping between my thighs and checking to see what state I was in. I was completely h*** and dribbling a little p***** on the floor.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and ready for company boy. Need to have you looking presentable.”
Shock ran through me as I processed what Dad had said. Company?!? Someone other than him was going to be seeing me like this?
Getting To Know Daddy: Rules of the House
Thomas continues his conquest of his adopted son Alex and pushes him deeper and deeper into the submissive role his son has always yearned for. With brutal strokes and pet slave/Master play, the young man begins to learn the rules of the house!
Warning! This 10,800 word story portrays graphic sexual situations between a Father and his adopted Son and contains bondage, spanking, lashing and a cattle prod with pet/master roleplaying themes of dominance and submission.
This is a fictional work and all characters are 18 years of age or older.
Excerpt:
“Good boy.” Dad said, running a hand down my back several times, petting me. He gave me a resounding smack on my a** before he stood back up and tightened the leash in his hand.
He made a couple of clicking sounds in his mouth and tugged the leash forward, encouraging me to walk towards the bowl and I did so with undisguised glee. I wanted what was in that bowl so bad!
It only took a moment to reach and I hung my head over the bowl to inhale the fragrance of food. I was so excited that there was still the feeling of heat coming off of them, they were still warm! I suddenly gagged as Dad pulled back sharply on the leash, forcing my head away from the bowl.
“Stay!” Again his tone was sharp and commanding, suddenly I realized how close I had come to breaking one of the rules. I would have buried my head into that bowl and started eating if he hadn’t stopped me. I knelt there and got down on my elbows so that I could push my butt up in the air, my face just a few inches away from the bowl.
My stomach growled again and I kept my a** in the air while whining pitifully for Dad to mount me so that I could finally eat my breakfast. The leash grew slack as he got into position and I felt him rub each of my cheeks, squeezing them and testing the feel of my flesh with his hands. One of his thickly muscled legs were planted on each side of me and I could feel him squatting down, his hands coming to rest on the indented portion of my waist, just above the hip bones.
The probing of his c*** prompted me to push my hips back, impatiently trying to get him inside me. He was purposely not using his hands to guide himself so that it would take longer and I whined loudly in frustration. When his thick monster found my hole I closed my eyes and let his flared head slip inside. I bit my lip but couldn’t stop the moan, feeling each inch of him sliding into place. The pain of being stretched by his massive r** again thrummed through my body, but I didn’t care. I wanted him inside me quickly, I wanted food!
Dad grunted when he felt himself bottom out and bump into one of my inner walls, deep within. I let out a pained hiss from the blunt stabbing sensation but quickly forgot about it as I felt the leash go slack and tumble to the ground. Dad was rocking his hips now and moving his s**** inside me so I lowered my head and took a tentative and small bite of food. No rebuke came and I almost melted from the incredible taste. They were simply the best eggs I had ever tasted and I plunged my head down into the bowl to scoop up the fluffy pile and devour it.
It was easy at first but became increasingly more difficult to use my tongue and lips to accurately grab the remaining eggs as their volume decreased. Some of that was in part to how my head was being rocked forward by Dad’s thrusts, but I was a quick learner and getting the hang of timing my attempts. Low throaty sounds came unbidden from within me and I couldn’t tell if it was from the heavenly taste or the feel of Dad’s d*** as it worked me over inside.
All too soon I was down to licking the bottom of the bowl, causing it to scoot around on the floor slightly as I forced each little morsel onto my tongue and into my mouth. With my food gone I was able to focus on what Dad was doing and enjoy the sensation of his massive r** sliding within me. He was already at the end of his limits and a few more thrusts had him grunting and his spunk began to coat my insides. His c*** quivered with each ejaculation and I swear I could almost feel each heavy spurt as it landed.
Dad sighed and rubbed my flanks a few times before dipping between my thighs and checking to see what state I was in. I was completely h*** and dribbling a little p***** on the floor.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and ready for company boy. Need to have you looking presentable.”
Shock ran through me as I processed what Dad had said. Company?!? Someone other than him was going to be seeing me like this?
Warning! This 10,800 word story portrays graphic sexual situations between a Father and his adopted Son and contains bondage, spanking, lashing and a cattle prod with pet/master roleplaying themes of dominance and submission.
This is a fictional work and all characters are 18 years of age or older.
Excerpt:
“Good boy.” Dad said, running a hand down my back several times, petting me. He gave me a resounding smack on my a** before he stood back up and tightened the leash in his hand.
He made a couple of clicking sounds in his mouth and tugged the leash forward, encouraging me to walk towards the bowl and I did so with undisguised glee. I wanted what was in that bowl so bad!
It only took a moment to reach and I hung my head over the bowl to inhale the fragrance of food. I was so excited that there was still the feeling of heat coming off of them, they were still warm! I suddenly gagged as Dad pulled back sharply on the leash, forcing my head away from the bowl.
“Stay!” Again his tone was sharp and commanding, suddenly I realized how close I had come to breaking one of the rules. I would have buried my head into that bowl and started eating if he hadn’t stopped me. I knelt there and got down on my elbows so that I could push my butt up in the air, my face just a few inches away from the bowl.
My stomach growled again and I kept my a** in the air while whining pitifully for Dad to mount me so that I could finally eat my breakfast. The leash grew slack as he got into position and I felt him rub each of my cheeks, squeezing them and testing the feel of my flesh with his hands. One of his thickly muscled legs were planted on each side of me and I could feel him squatting down, his hands coming to rest on the indented portion of my waist, just above the hip bones.
The probing of his c*** prompted me to push my hips back, impatiently trying to get him inside me. He was purposely not using his hands to guide himself so that it would take longer and I whined loudly in frustration. When his thick monster found my hole I closed my eyes and let his flared head slip inside. I bit my lip but couldn’t stop the moan, feeling each inch of him sliding into place. The pain of being stretched by his massive r** again thrummed through my body, but I didn’t care. I wanted him inside me quickly, I wanted food!
Dad grunted when he felt himself bottom out and bump into one of my inner walls, deep within. I let out a pained hiss from the blunt stabbing sensation but quickly forgot about it as I felt the leash go slack and tumble to the ground. Dad was rocking his hips now and moving his s**** inside me so I lowered my head and took a tentative and small bite of food. No rebuke came and I almost melted from the incredible taste. They were simply the best eggs I had ever tasted and I plunged my head down into the bowl to scoop up the fluffy pile and devour it.
It was easy at first but became increasingly more difficult to use my tongue and lips to accurately grab the remaining eggs as their volume decreased. Some of that was in part to how my head was being rocked forward by Dad’s thrusts, but I was a quick learner and getting the hang of timing my attempts. Low throaty sounds came unbidden from within me and I couldn’t tell if it was from the heavenly taste or the feel of Dad’s d*** as it worked me over inside.
All too soon I was down to licking the bottom of the bowl, causing it to scoot around on the floor slightly as I forced each little morsel onto my tongue and into my mouth. With my food gone I was able to focus on what Dad was doing and enjoy the sensation of his massive r** sliding within me. He was already at the end of his limits and a few more thrusts had him grunting and his spunk began to coat my insides. His c*** quivered with each ejaculation and I swear I could almost feel each heavy spurt as it landed.
Dad sighed and rubbed my flanks a few times before dipping between my thighs and checking to see what state I was in. I was completely h*** and dribbling a little p***** on the floor.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and ready for company boy. Need to have you looking presentable.”
Shock ran through me as I processed what Dad had said. Company?!? Someone other than him was going to be seeing me like this?
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| BN ID: | 2940015556216 |
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| Publisher: | DC James |
| Publication date: | 10/04/2012 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Sales rank: | 540,942 |
| File size: | 44 KB |
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