HIS SHIT SON
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-What the fuck?
It was a really hot day in mid November. I, Tyler Ogilvy, lived alone with my father since he became a widower. I was 28 and as I found a job as a teacher, for I had studied to be a teacher one day, I survived as a waiter. It was a really weird scene, but I had entered the bathroom that morning with the aim to piss and I had unexpectedly found that my father had previously been shitting and had forgotten to flush. As I was pissing, I really felt attracted by the stench my father's crap had and by the colour and shape of that poop. I guess I went crazy next but my cock was out and really hard and I had started wanking at that surprisingly arousing aroma and then I had to smell all that crap, taking deep intakes of breath, till I could not help but squat on the floor and stick my head in the toilet to sniff from a closer distant, as I kept on masturbating. Then I went completely mad and I decided I should taste that nauseating amount of shit. I had hardly begun to eat when my father suddenly came in, I had forgotten to lock the door, and he screamed that obscenity.
Martin Ogilvy had been unemployed for two years after my mother's death but had finally been helped by a gay friend who had offered him to work in his gay sex shop. He and I were really good friends and talked about everything and he had told me once and again that he was not gay, but sometimes he jacked off watching the same movies the clients were seeing. I believed him but how could I regain my father's good opinion after what he had just seen me doing?
-I came home -he continued- because I have forgotten some toys at home that I must take to the sex shop and enter the bathroom with the aim to piss and I find myself before a scat scene: I never thought I could see a live scat movie at home, my own son eating his shit.
-Oh, Dad, it's not my shit, it's yours. I suddenly entered the bathroom and? well, I don't understand myself but I had to smell and even taste your crap.
-And jack off too, right?
-I'm sorry, dad -I said really crying-, can't you forget what you have just seen? I would like us to be friends again, as we have always been.
-That could be or not, depending on you. But now you are my shit son and I will never forget I have seen you eating my shit with a real boner.
-Your shit son, dad?
-Being my shit son can have a double meaning. At the end of the day, I want to know if you feel ashamed at yourself for really enjoying the taste of shit, or proud at yourself for the same reason. I look at the characters in some porn movies, as you know, and they can be either ashamed of proud. But you must understand that first of all, even if you want to keep on being my friend, I must severely punish you.
-Oh, dad, do you hate me?
-I cannot hate you, Tyler. But come on, take it like a man.
-And can I regain your good opinion of myself and be your friend if I take it like a man?
-We shall see. First, are you ready to be punished?
-I am, dad, anything to be your dear son and friend again. I know I am now your shit son but I like you a lot and I don't want to lose you because of a stupid thing I was doing and you have caught me.
-Then you will do this. Since you are obviously enjoying my shit, cause you have a huge erection, you will finish and eat all that crap as you continue jerking off. You will cum and if there is still more shit in the toilet you will eat it too. Or you may cum after you have eaten everything.
-I feel so embarrassed now. But ok, I'll take it like a man and eat everything.
There he was, looking at me, stern and imposing watching his shit son, as he had just called me, whacking off as he ate that heap of shit. I had never been so humiliated, but I had never been that hard before as I was eating his shit with an appetite, red-faced as I beat my meat. Then he suddenly said.
-I have entered the bathroom to piss and I will piss. But you have to keep on eating.
Then I felt how a dirty stream of rancid piss started bathing my hair. My father was soaking me and using me as a toilet. No wonder, I was eating his shit in his presence and he felt he had the right to piss me. His urine soon soaked my face and joined his shit which also had my piss. Now there were two streams on his crap and I said nothing and kept on eating, knowing well it was my father's punishment and I did not have the right to protest. Now I was his shit son. I hope I could be soon again Tyler Ogilvy, his dear son. I couldn't understand myself, but even in this embarrassing situation, I was harder than I had ever been before, and the taste of shit and piss, even the sensation of feeling my hair dripping piss, was something so new and arousing that I really felt like cumming. But I had to finish his shit before. I ate with no disgust and I sensed he was jacking off as he saw me. Finally I finished the meal and blasted my load. I said: "oh, dad, forgive me."
-I will never forget that I have just seen you cumming with my repulsive shit. You can end the day ashamed or proud but today at least you are my shit son and the punishment will continue.
-Ok, dad. I can end the day being again your dear son and friend, I will take it like a man, any punishment you think I deserve. What now?
-I will phone my mates at the sex shop telling them I have an urgent family issue to solve. I won't go to work today and I will be waiting for you in the living room. You will first brush your teeth but won't wash your hair. Whatever you feel about yourself at the end of the day you must first purify yourself in punishment and embarrassment. So with pissed hair, you will first take off all your clothes and leave them here in the bathroom and totally nude, you will come to the living room, where I will be waiting for you and you will first say these words to me: "Dad, I know I have disgraced you today. I need to be punished. So, these balls of mine are for you to kick."
-Oh, dad, will you kick my balls?
-You said you would take it like a man. I will certainly kick your balls and it will only be the beginning of your punishment. It must be painful but I also need to have some common sense. I cannot break your balls. I will kick them once or twice till you writhe in pain on the floor. And later there's more to come. Anything to object, Tyler?
-No, dad, I know I deserve it. Ok, I will take it like a man. Anything to be your friend again, even if I always have to be your shit son. But there's something I don't understand, dad: can I be your shit son and at the same time your friend?
-Today you have to be punished so at the end of the day you have an opinion of yourself, but everything is possible. You have always been intelligent, tender and brave. We shall see. Now I will wait for you in the living room. As I am phoning my workmates, you will be brushing your teeth, and then taking off your clothes. Is that clear, Tyler?
-It is clear, Dad.
And he left then. I stayed alone in the bathroom and started brushing my teeth. My hair was still dripping piss. I couldn't understand myself but I was aware I had a huge erection. Is it that I could be gay or a masochist? All I was sure about is that I wanted to recover my father. I began to really think I had disgraced him today and I needed some retaliation. My father would be violent later but I did not blame him. I promised myself I would take like a man whatever he wanted to dish out at me. Is it even that I wanted him to kick my balls? I didn't know, but I was horny as I had never been before and I even remembered my father's smell of sweat today as an arousing thing. Did I desire him? Well, I was wondering all this when I realized my teeth were already clean enough.
I had to strip now. Curiously I never thought it would be wrong. I desired to be naked before him and be punished. I took everything off and when I finally saw myself totally nude in the mirror, I noticed I had the most enormous erection I had ever had in my life. I wasn't sure he would like seeing me so hard, but I took a deep breath and naked as I was, I went down to the living room. There he was waiting for me. I knew what I had to say. Somewhat shy and nervous I muttered.
-Dad, I know I have disgraced you today. I need to be punished. So, these balls of mine are for you to kick.