Sins of the Son Conversations between a horny son and his Sexual Spiritual Advisor Part 2
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Young, horny and with an intense lust for his Dad's and other men's feet, Ralph turns to a Sexual Advisor Chad for help. To him, he lays bare all his fantasies so that the Advisor can go deep into the young man's mind to expose and explore themes including Ralph's sexual urges toward men, religion, chastity and control.
Ralph:
Your letter made me precum heavily as I realised what a clever idea it would have been to unite with him via the joining of my pubic hairs, my young precum, his work socks and his strong, powerful feet. What a shame I did not think about that when I was still living at home. Your imagination is much like mine. I am amazed that you noticed how I was almost gasping for breath in some of the videos, completely overpowered by the sight of his manly, controlling feet. It is great that you notice these details.
That is an interesting question about their ages when they made me. It does excite me now to think about it... My Dad was 31 years old when he ejaculated the seed that made me into my mum, who was one year younger than him, most likely on some day in August.
After reading to me from the Scripture about homosexuality and how masturbation was a sin, my teenage cock almost twitched in my shorts because I secretly admired my Dad because he seemed to believe and follow these strict rules of self-control himself. It would drive me nearly insane to think of my Dad controlling his desires to masturbate and only allowing himself to get hard and fuck my mum when the opportunity arose. I could only imagine the explosive pleasure he would feel when, safe in the knowledge that what he was doing was approved by Higher powers, his cock, which looked so much like mine but slightly paler, deep inside my mum, would twitch violently and expel his aching balls' contents into her. When my mum was out of the country for several days, I would assume that he never touched himself, that the semen would build up in his balls and he would just distract himself with work or reading while he patiently waited for her to return and release his man juices into her.
Of course, when I found the porn text he had kept in the DHL package in his room at the hotel, I began to wonder if he was as holy as he made out to be. As he printed that porn story late that night from the hotel office, was he filled with guilt or was he just conveniently ignoring the Scripture? Did he wish he hadn't committed a sin as he jerked himself off in his private hotel bathroom the night he printed it off? Was he thinking of his wife? Where did he masturbate in the hotel room - on the bed, in the bath? What do his feet do when he cums? Does he use his foreskin to masturbate, or does he roll it back and use lubrication? All those questions went through my mind as I read the porn story he had printed. It was undoubtedly not hardcore. In fact, I would describe the story as pornographic but relatively mild. It was merely straight sex. I just cannot remember whether it involved a man cheating on his girlfriend/wife or not? The fact that the story was so simple made me wonder if Dad had just recently started looking into porn, whether he got off from such a basic sex story. Maybe he was not that experienced with porn? I wondered, as I read the text, knowing that my Dad's lustful eyes were reading the same thing the night before, whether the thought of his poor son trying desperately to be a good, chaste son made his cock twitch in his pants. As he relieved himself, did he smile, thinking that his poor, eldest son, full of raging teenage hormones, could not masturbate without being racked with guilt, knowing that when he was as young as his son, before he converted to the religion, he was agnostic, and therefore had many guilt-free masturbation sessions? How cruel that while he could masturbate freely in his youth, he was now imposing his recently acquired religion on his young son who was at the peak of his sexual development, who wanted so badly to cum to thoughts of his sexy Dad's feet. The rules are the rules. If you're going to go to heaven, you have to make sacrifices. That's what he always told me. You have to make sacrifices. And I realised one of those sacrifices was resisting the urge to touch myself and think of men. I remember trying hard to focus my thoughts on other things, but his feet were too beautiful. Instead of stopping masturbating, I would focus even more on his feet and cumming to thoughts of them. Dad told me what to do. I had to be good and obey what he said because he knew what was best for me. Sometimes, I would try not to masturbate for days. Then I would catch a view of his bare feet on the sofa, and my teen cock would go so hard. There was no way I was going to control myself. I would go to the verandah and peek in to get a view of his feet and bring myself off, my eyes glued to his feet, imagining his disgust if he realised what his son found arousing.
I have a younger brother, 4 years younger than me. I think he discovered masturbation around the time that my parents found out I was gay. So for my parents to "avoid having another gay son", they made sure to encourage him to date girls, and he and my Dad would get a lot closer, watching sports together etc. I couldn't believe what they were doing. Dad wanted to bond more with him, encouraged him to date girls, didn't seem to mention anything about him not masturbating... The religious code was imposed heavily on me for some reason, but my brother not so much. You can imagine how much sexier Dad's strong controlling feet looked to me. You can see why just 15 seconds of looking at his feet can make me rock hard and dying to ejaculate. The biased treatment I received made me so frustrated, knowing that my brother was being encouraged to explore his sexual side, while I was being told not even to think of men or touch myself. My Dad expected me to obey the Laws strictly. That's what a good son had to do. He was a stubborn man. If he said these are the rules, I had to follow them; he was unwavering.
He works as an executive chairman, basically a desk job. He sometimes drives off somewhere to check out some land that needs to be sold, but other than that he is at his desk in his air-conditioned office on his swivel chair. I used to be so intimidated when I heard the sound of him getting into the house. He had strong legs, and his steps made fairly loud thud noises as he approached my room. He would sit next to me while I was working on my school assignment. In those last years when I was at home, it terrified me when he came into my room. He would ask how I was dealing with my 'problem' and would suggest cruel ways to try and solve it like dating girls and focussing my thoughts on other things. I promised him I would try. He would not hug me and say it will be okay. He sat coldly there, like it was an interrogation, while I was dying to show him my love by worshipping his feet.
There is one particular memory I have from when I was a couple of years younger. I was worried about one of my balls hanging lower than the other. I remember asking him to check cos I was concerned. I think he was barefoot that day. We were in the bathroom, and his strong manly fingers played with my balls, and he assured me that they were normal. I then asked him to see if my foreskin was normal. I pulled back the skin, and he gently pulled and pushed it and said it all looked normal. I told him sometimes to avoid any dirt accumulating under the foreskin, I would move it back and forth. He was reticent, obviously not wanting his son to start experimenting with masturbation. That was probably one of my most intimate moments with him when he was actually right there touching me. He could have told me that it was okay and healthy to play with myself, but he didn't. He remained silent on the issue at the time, leaving my poor horny teenage cock dangling helplessly in front of his face, his son unable to get the reassurance he so badly needed at the time.
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I like to imagine that in the Holy Scripture, while it is forbidden to masturbate, it is expected that once a month, on the last night of the month, a father is to be shown love and respect by his wife and eldest son by engaging in a special ritual which involves intimate contact with him using only the bodily fluids of his wife and son. The ceremony is supervised by several members of the elected committee of religious elders who observe to ensure that there is a healthy dynamic between father, son and wife.
The first step is the eldest son giving his father an erection by stimulation only to his feet. It is forbidden for the father to be facing his son during this phase; hence he lies face down on a bed with a hole designed for his initially soft penis to fit through. His feet then rest at the foot of the bed with the soles pointing up. The son must provide his father with a full erection solely by stimulation to his feet, and this must be done in complete silence. If the erection takes too long to form, then the elders consider this a bad sign and the family loses respect in the community.
On that particular evening, the boy had just reached the age when he had to participate in the ritual. He had read the instructions in the Scripture and couldn't believe he would be in intimate contact with his Dad's feet. According to the rules, the son was not allowed to practice with his Dad beforehand. He remembered a week before the ritual his Dad showing him the relevant section in the ritual appendix towards the back of the Holy Book entitled 'Family bond rituals'. His Dad had asked him to read it and simply told him, "You'll do a good job. Make Daddy proud, okay?"
The week went by fast, with no communication between Dad and son about the ritual as it was forbidden by the Book. They drove, Dad, Mum and him to the Center where there was a room explicitly prepared for the ceremony. The elders, who were not all 'old', but instead were of a variety of ages, their elder status being from how much they contributed to the community, sat in a row, all 6 of them, while they observed quietly what was to happen.
Dad, Mum and son got completely naked in front of the elders. The boy was shaking with fear and excitement, fear because these elders were looking so intently at his naked body and afraid that he would have an erection. At no point in the ritual was the son allowed to become erect. Only the father was allowed, and when he did become erect, his penis was to be immediately buried inside his wife's loins, remain hard until he came inside her and removed from his wife only when he was soft again.
The purpose of the ritual was, in a religious context, to teach the eldest son respect for his father by worshipping him at his feet and to maintain strict control of his own sexual desires by demonstrating the ability to maintain a soft penis. The sex, after all, was between his Mum and Dad, who were allowed to make love to each other. The son's purpose was to help his Dad achieve that. It was crucial to the elders that the son was able to maintain the high standards expected by the religion.
Dad got into position, face down on the unique bed, his soft cock inserted in the hole. From the elders' viewpoint, they could see his cock head with a foreskin entirely covering it, pointing straight down. They observed the son carefully, whose penis was also soft, as he knelt into position at the foot of the bed. The mother sat on a chair, observing the father's penis, waiting for it to become hard so he could shove it in her.
The boy felt his cock twitch as he got closer to his Dad's bare feet. He couldn't believe he was so close. He could feel the heat of them, the sheer masculinity of them making his knees weak. "Please don't get hard," he prayed, as he stuck his tongue out of his mouth and started with long strokes from the heel all the way to his father's big toe. He kissed and licked in the middle of his Dad's feet. He was so aroused that his own dick began to spring to life. "No, no, no," he thought to himself. He wondered what the punishment would be if he gained an erection during the ritual. His Dad's feet were so beautiful, soft, but strong at the same time. He made circles with his tongue, placed the big toe in his mouth, hoping Dad would get an erection quick so the elders wouldn't notice his own erection.
He heard an elder walk up to him and place his hand on his shoulder. "Stop, boy; you have violated the code. Come with me." The poor boy was shaking as he was guided to a separate room. The elder was a masculine man around forty, with sharp angular features and a stern-looking face. "I see you have some difficulty controlling your penis. Often the sons are overwhelmed by the ritual, and with the hormones going through you, it sometimes happens during the ritual. It is your father who must insert his penis into your mother, not you. You are showing great disrespect if you don't follow the rules strictly." He pulled out a chastity device from the drawer, which the boy saw for the first time. "Do you find yourself getting erections like this all the time?" The boy nodded with a worried look on his face. The man smiled and nodded. He placed the boys cock, which was now soft in fear, in the chastity device. "No more erections from you for tonight. I just need to make sure you are not precumming either." He took out a little swab from the drawer and inserted it briefly down the boy's pee hole. The man loved the fact the boy's penis was trapped inside and had to submit to his will. He then took it out and checked the reading. "Okay, you're dry, that implies no long term arousal. But since you are young and we are training you to become a normal, healthy man, I'm going to just keep this inside your cock for the duration of the ritual to ensure that you are not precumming. Please try and keep your mind focused on working your Dad's feet and any dirty arousing thoughts out of your mind". He inserted the swab once again in the boy's penis and told him to proceed back out and continue. The boy was scared, almost in tears, as he knelt at his Dad's feet. His cock immediately stiffened, tight inside the chastity device. With those beautiful feet that he craved right in his face, there was no way he could control his penis.
He knew his own feet were sensitive right between where the big toe joins with the longest toe. He placed his virgin mouth, which had never kissed another man, in that vulnerable spot, and he began to suck and lick. He felt his Dad's feet quivering. He was relentless. He poked at the spot with his firm, determined tongue, making circles, letting the saliva flow freely, coating his Dad's feet with his spit, making them even more sensitive.
He suddenly heard his mum get up. Dad lifted himself up, his cock hard. There was a string of something shiny hanging out of his piss slit. Was that his Dad's precum? The boy could not believe that his teen tongue had managed to coax that juice from his Dad's balls... Mum slipped right under him, and he grunted as he thrust his penis expertly into her private parts. The boy had the best view in the room - that of his father's soles as he thrust violently into her. Initially, he didn't see much movement of his Dad's feet. Then suddenly he saw his Dad's toes flex and curl. He heard some grunts, and then Dad's feet stopped dancing. The boy realised that that's what a healthy sex session was like between a man and his wife. He felt so sad because he wanted to be normal like them, but he wasn't.
Dad and Mum were still for several minutes. The son realised that Dad was now waiting to get soft. He could imagine his Dad's cock inside her gradually softening, the last of the semen being squeezed out as the penis contracted, his Dad's cock sliding along the vaginal walls, perhaps the foreskin returning to its original position, protecting his Dad's sensitive cockhead. They then rolled over, so that Dad was at the bottom and mum on top. The boy knew what his duty was.
He made his way closer to where the penis entered the vagina, close to where all the intense action happened. He was required to make sure there was no loss of fluids. They were to either return to his parents' bodies or enter his. That was the rule. Mum began to raise herself, and the boy saw his father's limp penis plop out of her. His cock head looked so fat from up close. The boy began to lick and swallow the cum and vaginal juices that had accumulated on his Dad's cock and cock head. "I love you, daddy," he thought as he tongue worked around the cock that made him. He was not allowed to use his hands, only his tongue. The fluids were supposed to go directly into him, not via his fingers. He then realised that his Dad's foreskin was partly covering the head, so he had to go hunting for more love juice under there. His tongue happily darted under the sensitive foreskin. He wiped his Dad's cock clean. Mum was already getting dressed; whatever remained of the love juices were inside her, or inside Dad's penis, the rest in the boy's mouth and stomach. The boy was happy.
Himself, his mum and his Dad were back in the special room. The elder who had inserted the swab in his penis was doing the final evaluation. "Overall, an outstanding job. I'm just worried your son was unable to control his erection. I had to lock his penis up in this device." He then removed the swab from the boy's penis. "His arousal levels are unacceptable," he told the father. "It's crazy the amount of precum he's been leaking." He removed the chastity device and played with the boy's now soft penis. Precum oozed out. "You see what I mean. I think you and your Dad need to work on your self-control. You should learn to control your sexual desires so that they can be used in the right context: when you are happily married. See how much fun your mum and Dad had tonight? That can be you one day. I am going to suggest that you and your Dad have daily sessions. He will try to guide you so that you can channel your sexual urges in the right direction."
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I look forward to many email exchanges with you. Thanks for writing to me.
Chad:
I haven't even managed to get to the end of your letter yet. I had to stop for a moment, because it has me so thrilled and excited that I could easily have had an orgasm and shot a load of sperm all over the place--without touching myself--just from the intensity of reading your description of the ritual.
And don't for a moment think that you are introducing me to a new way of thinking, either--indeed, with another jerk-off buddy who had a somewhat similar secret worship for his father, we even CODIFIED some "prayers" in a prayer-book we work on as we excite one another with hot thoughts--and even alone, I've done a lot of work on "rituals" such as you're describing!
How very, very exciting to meet a like-minded fellow! That's why I was so anxious when I hadn't heard back from you--I didn't want to let you get away, because we OBVIOUSLY have lots and lots to discuss!!
Let me go back now that I've gotten a bit more control of my OWN penis and read the rest of your letter! More to follow!
I was overjoyed to read your letter. How very closely the themes of your enjoyments intertwine with themes I love to contemplate! And how wonderfully you're able to verbalise and articulate what thrills you! It's a pleasure to be in touch with someone who, like me, can appreciate the thrill of really DETAILING such thoughts, teasing out tiny details that render them even more exciting, and discussing them, either in written correspondence or conversation, DEVELOPING the ideas, finding ways to render them even MORE exciting!
I am sure that you understand how combining the "creative" aspect of composing such scenarios--and the labour involved--can actually INTENSIFY the excitement. Well, this is an art I stumbled upon in my late teens and early 20's, and it's very rare that I run into men who have, like me, learned to really CULTIVATE their fantasies like this.
Let us go through some of the scenarios we have shared previously...
{...joining of my pubic hairs, my young precum, his work socks and his strong, powerful feet...}
Of course, because the pubic hairs--or light, adolescent "peach-fuzz" from a boy's upper lip--would be SOFT, and probably not very detectable by your father's toes, and distinguished from the cloth of the sock itself, such little hairs could nestle in the crevices between those beautiful toes without the father ever noticing. Probably SOME of the hairs would adhere to the moist, sweaty skin of his feet when he took his socks off, but, especially if the tufts were lightly "cemented" to the interior of the sock-toe with youthful pre-cum, just a drop or two, so that no noticeable "crust" might form--then probably at least a FEW fibres of the boy's pubic curls or "moustache" would remain stuck to the interior of the sock, where they could be retrieved, and carry, directly into the boy's mouth, some of the precious sweat excreted by the feet he loves so much!
{...That is an interesting question about their ages when they made me. It does excite me now to think about it... My Dad was 31 years old when he ejaculated the seed that made me into my mum, who was one year younger than him, most likely on some day in August...}
In the stern religion your father observes, men carefully track their ejaculations into their wives, and also try to separate the fucks, when they are TRYING to conceive a son, because of the importance of knowing exactly WHEN the sperm is shot. In the ritual, this "birthday" is an anniversary far more important than, say, the date when a boy is squeezed out of his mother's womb, and, indeed, the date of a son's first "Service of Obedience" probably takes place on an anniversary of the Union of New Life.
And 31 is an excellent year for a man to be when he enjoys the Union of New Life: it means that he will be in the big, bass lusty prime of maturity when his son is old enough to begin "saving himself" for marriage and devoting himself, in humble obedience, to the man who created his life.
I think you're absolutely right, that your father, who, after all, had your mother available much of the time to submit to his embraces and receive the heat and yearning of his body, would never masturbate--but most religious fathers soon come to recognise that, when their wives are NOT available--away from home for some reason--one of the BEST ways to control sinful extra-vaginal lusts is to CHANNEL that ENERGY into the suppression of youthful, rebellious lusts in ones own flesh and blood. A hard penis is, in a way, a symbol for a vengeful God's devotion to JUSTICE and RULE--it is like the "rod and staff" of the famous psalm--and so, when a man senses his penis erect and stiff in the ABSENCE of his wife, it is a sign to him, from the Almighty himself, that a man needs to extend his power and dominion and rule over the rebellious spirit of his son--and suppress him with vigour and zeal!
And so, for some men, an erection when no wife is around to soothe the irritation may be an indication that the son needs a spanking or belt-whipping; for others it may simply be an indication that he should summon his son to prostrate himself at his father's feet and swear obedience and observance of the commandments. A righteous man's penis does not stiffen to no purpose: it is either to thrust into his wife's cunt--or to exercise dominion and control over his son.
A boy might not understand such things--but you're older now, and can begin thinking about the THEORY behind the religious laws we follow.
{...his cock, which looked so much like mine but slightly paler, deep inside my mum, would twitch violently and expel his aching balls' contents into her...}
I'm very happy to know that you are acquainted with the appearance of your father's penis, and had an opportunity to compare it with your own, just as you could compare your youthful feet to his. I suppose you've never been fortunate enough to observe it in a state of full fuck-readiness, stiff, proud and perhaps leaking pre-cum as your own penis does. I hope that his foreskin retracted easily, as yours appears to, in the little I've seen of it, so that as he glides into the warm, mucousy kiss of your mother's organ, the canal can easily peel it back--and that when fully stiff, it is curved slightly upward so that when thrust all the way in, the piss-slit of your father's penis can press directly to the "os" of your mother's cervix to squirt you, and your younger brother, into her womb directly.
{...whether the thought of his poor son trying desperately to be a good, chaste son made his cock twitch in his pants. As he relieved himself, did he smile, thinking that his poor, eldest son, full of raging teenage hormones, could not masturbate without being racked with guilt, knowing that when he was young like his son, before he converted to the religion, he was agnostic, and therefore had many guilt-free masturbation sessions...}
I definitely think that your father enjoys imposing chastity upon you while he relieves his desires freely, and indeed, I think he soon discovers that the MORE he oppresses and enslaves your desires--and your penis--the richer and more fulfilling his own erections, orgasms and ejaculations become. Of course, he doesn't perceive this as any sort of perversity--instead, recognising that his erection is a sign of God's Holy Desire for JUSTICE, as well as his own matrimonial desire for his wife, he recognises that when he INTENSIFIES the pleasure he feels--by subjugating YOU--it is a sign from God that he is doing His holy will on earth!
In fact, in some of the more secret teachings of our church, it is known that men who are separated from their wives and unable to fuck SHOULD, when they feel lustful stirrings, at once turn to the discipline of their eldest son--and that one of the highest forms of worship is for a man to learn to respond, SEXUALLY, to disciplining his lad.
{...my eyes glued to his feet, imagining his disgust if he realised what his son found arousing...}
I believe that we will institute that, in our religion, the worship of a father's feet--which, after all, are a part of the body held in low esteem--is a ritual which a boy performs to show his ABJECT OBEDIENCE--and, as I pointed out above, the "sexual" response which a man might feel when his son worships his feet has nothing to do with SEX, but, instead, is an indication that God's Love of Justice and Righteousness is being fulfilled. Indeed, what MOST fathers try to do is to make the foot-worship their firstborn sons have to perform as unpleasant and aversive as possible, so that the son really finds it difficult, humiliating and repellent, say, to apply kisses to his father's feet. Paradoxically, the more revolting the son finds it to show such adoration to his father's feet, the more sexually arousing it can be to a father to feel his power and dominion over his household--and, therefore, the more fulfilling he ultimately finds it to thrust his seed into the belly of his wife again, when she returns!
{...I have a younger brother, 4 years younger than me...}
So your father would have shot HIS life into your mother's womb when he was about 35 and she about 34. I think it's very exciting that your straight kid brother is encouraged to seek out girls and allow his penis to erect freely (perhaps the reason you found pornography in an envelope for your father is that he was supplying suitable heterosexual stimuli to his STRAIGHT son, to make sure that things would work out properly for HIM at least!).
I definitely think that your father is quite right to forbid you, absolutely, from any sort of touching, any sort of masturbation, and, indeed, you probably should not be allowed to enjoy an erection at all. Your father is God's own Representative on this earth, as far as you are concerned, and if it takes some sort of tightly bound underwear or a secure penile cage to prevent your unruly penis from disobeying, then so be it.
{...He had strong legs, and his steps made fairly loud thud noises as he approached my room... it terrified me when he came into my room...}
I like knowing about these footsteps. I have a buddy who has fantasies about his own father, and, in particular, loves to remember the sound of his father walking down the hall, past his bedroom, to his own bedroom where he would then hear the characteristic sounds of his parents' fuck--first his father fiddling with the window-blinds; then the fuck; a sort of low grunt or sigh which was his father ejaculating; and then, a few moments later, fiddling with the window-blinds again. But the "symphony" always began with that masterful, deliberate sound of his father walking down that hall.
{...I was worried about one of my balls hanging lower than the other...}
I suppose you must have already been pubescent, then, if you noticed this. It's interesting that your father chose to handle your organs rather than simply telling you that one testicle usually hangs a bit lower than the other, and perhaps even exhibiting his own testicles to you so that you could see for yourself. The way you describe this intimate moment makes me wonder if, perhaps, your father found it a bit arousing, sexually, to be touching you that way, and that perhaps that is why he chose to keep his own penis concealed from view.
{...by engaging in a special ritual...}
With that other buddy, we speak of this religious ritual too.
Indeed, we refer to "The Holy Trinity" to mean the conjunction of a father's penis, a mother's cunt, and a son's mouth, which are meant to unite regularly, in a holy demonstration of the son's gratitude for his life and service to his father's lordship, dominion, and pleasure.
We even speak, quite specifically, about the son's duty to arouse his father while he's thrust deep into his wife. We were once reading, together (I would read aloud), a Victorian porn novel in which the author suddenly used the phrase "luxuriated in her cunt" to describe how he was thrust into a woman, but not pumping or thrusting--just LYING inside her and enjoying the slow stimulation. This word, "luxuriating" became very much a part of our vocabulary of filial service.
And so you can imagine how delighted I am to read, essentially, this self-same thought in your own writings!
I think I'd like to suggest a few "improvements" to the normative ritual, though, if I may. I'm motivated mostly by a recognition that whatever can be done to DEEPEN the humiliation that the eldest son feels must, perforce, elevate and extol the father--and so I'm thinking in terms of ways to make the ritual even more abasing for the boy.
{...The ritual is supervised by several members of the elected committee of religious elders who observe to ensure that there is a healthy dynamic between father, son and wife...}
Yes, I think the presence of the elders is a good idea; however, I believe that the BOY himself should also be required to INVITE, personally, a number of honoured guests to attend--just as any other religious sacrament, baptism, matrimony, confirmation, etc., might involve some invitations and guests. In particular, I think what makes the most sense would be for the boy to have to invite four or five school-mates or boys he knows, along with their fathers--perhaps many of these boys will, in turn, be called upon themselves to perform this ritual--but it also might be possible that this ritual is ONLY performed by an eldest son who turns out to be straying from God's path--and so, perhaps only a "queer" boy has to perform it, and the boys and their fathers whom he is inviting might not also be performing in like rituals.
I believe that the actual FORMULA for such invitations is part of the doxologies you'll find in an appendix to the Common Prayer Book. The text of it is MEANT to be self-effacing enough to make a boy blush as he recites it. Perhaps his father goes with him, as he pays his calls to invite his guests, to make sure it is done properly.
"On August 20th, after Sunday Services, My Father, the Author and Lord of my life, shall deign to permit me, his wayward son, to perform a Service of Obedience on the Anniversary of My Father's first impregnation of mother's womb. I prostrate myself at your feet, my dear friend ________, begging that you and your father will deign to attend my worship and witness as I pledge my abject servitude to the Man who gave me my life!"
[the friend replies:] "In the name of God, I shall attend." [here the boy plants a kiss of gratitude on his friend's feet, and says:] "I bless the feet which will bring you to witness my pledge!"
[the friend's father replies:] "In the name of God, I shall attend." [and here, the boy plants a kiss of gratitude on his friend's father's feet, and says:] "I bless the feet which will bring you to witness my pledge!"
But we can hone up the details of the wording--you should try imagining that situation and then pronounce these formulae out loud, to see if they have the desired effect of making blood rush to your face with embarrassment and shame. I think, in this way, perhaps the boy has to invite four or five pairs. Possibly the FATHER picks out the boys, and might go out of his way to select a boy whom his own son fears or dislikes as a "bully"--standing there and watching (and listening) to his son having to say such things, and do such things, to a boy which he KNOWS his son HATES--just to be obedient!--cannot help but increase the father's sense of control and dominance. What a fine, warm, zealous fuck his mother will receive that evening, after the rounds are made and the invitations issued!
{...The first step is the eldest son giving his father an erection by stimulation only to his feet. It is forbidden for the father to be facing his son during this phase; hence he lies face down on a bed with a hole designed for his initially soft penis to fit through...}
Women, after giving birth to their first son, often spend their confinement embroidering the very sheet on which the fuck took place which resulted in the pregnancy: they cut a penis-hole in the centre, right at the spot where they see soiling after the fuck--the very spot where the thrusting penis entered her body!--and embroider it about, decoratively--adding the date of the impregnation and time, in ornate letters, along with the names of the father, the mother, and the son born of this union! This "Union of Life" sheet is then packed away carefully for the first Service of Obedience.
I believe that the first step, actually, is for the son himself to spread the sheet out on the bed, and pronounce--aloud--a short meditation showing that he is fully cognizant of the significance of the sheet. Typically, he kisses the embroidered hole in the sheet and blesses the sexual organs that made him.
{...The son must provide his father with a full erection solely by stimulation to his feet and this must be done in complete silence...}
I think it's fine for the kissing, licking, etc., to be done in silence, but I think we're missing out on something by not composing a beautifully humble prayer for the boy to recite before he begins, as he kneels, facing his father's powerful soles, and prepares to apply his mouth to them in mystic communion with his father's powerful lust!
{Dad, mum and son got completely naked in front of the elders...}
I'm wondering if, perhaps, it might be the boy's responsibility to disrobe his father (and perhaps even his mother) ritually, after first removing all of his own clothing in everybody's view. Alternatively, after he has spread the sheet of the Union of Life upon the special bed for this service, perhaps a discreet screen is set up and some attending women come around to help the mother disrobe and get ready to participate--we can discuss this too.
{...At no point in the ritual was the son allowed to become erect...}
Yes. And as you say, he's expected to control his organ by OBEDIENCE, and if THAT doesn't work, then various other techniques are applied to FORCE compliance.
Dad fucks; Son obeys.
{His Dad's feet were so beautiful- soft but strong at the same time. He made circles with his tongue, placed the big toe in his mouth, hoping dad would get an erection quick so the elders wouldn't notice his own erection...}
Even after several readings, I find it difficult to read the above paragraph without getting right up to that edge and in danger of cumming before I really want to release it.
It occurs to me that the "stage" or "altar" where this ceremony is performed is probably very, very brightly lit, and the temperature of the room quite hot, since the family is to be naked, and so probably there's at least a light coating of sweat not only on the nervous boy's face, but also on the hairy legs and broad, meaty soles of the father. Unfortunately for the boy, this makes it even harder to keep his unruly penis from stiffening, as the moment his tongue touches the flesh of his father's beautiful soles, a distinct saltiness at once stimulates and irritates the senses. Strangely, even things which should act as COUNTER-erectile stimuli seem to be working, paradoxically, to excite the boy further. He notices a small, tiny, black crumb of some sort of dirt off the floor or something, that is sticking to the space between his father's left great toe and the toe beside it, and DESPERATELY trying to fight against his erection, the poor boy tries to reach his tongue-tip out for THAT, thinking perhaps it will have an anti-erotic effect on him to lick, literally, the dirt beneath his father's feet.
And of course, it has the exact OPPOSITE effect when the poor lad feels that tiny speck float off the skin of his father's toe-crevice and onto his tongue. With his frightened, heightened awareness, he can FEEL the tiny edges of the little cinder or flake of dirt on his tongue, and suddenly, his mind fills with the image of how a microscopic sperm from his father's penis swims into the cervix of his mother's vagina just as this tiny particle is floating in his spit--and his penis stirs--worse yet, he can begin to feel a droplet forming and threateningly oozing down his urethra! In a few seconds, it will emerge and glisten in the bright light, before everyone's eyes.
{...He pulled out a chastity device from the drawer...}
The buddy I told you about remembers, with huge pleasure, how his father would lounge about on a deck chair (they lived in Arizona) bare feet up, wearing an extremely tight red "speedo"--to this day, he isn't entirely sure his father wasn't "showing off" a bit for his impressionable son. And now--enjoying, as he does, a similar arousal as he contemplates interferences with his own erections, he has purchased for himself especially TIGHT bathing suits of this sort, folding his penis DOWN and UNDER, as it were, when he puts it on, which makes it quite difficult for him to erect, at least fully--his penis might swell, in that position, but since his is the sort of penis which juts upward, normally, when fully hard, when it's curled downward like that, it interferes, not painfully, but uncomfortably.
I think the son's chastity device should be similar--binding the boy's penis down so tightly that blood cannot inflate the spongey tissues at all--ultimately, though, the boy must, as you say, learn to fight down his own erections unaided.
{...He knew his own feet were sensitive right between where the big toe joins with the longest toe. He placed his virgin mouth, which had never kissed another man, in that vulnerable spot, and he began to suck and lick. He felt his Dad's feet quivering. He was relentless. he poked at the spot with his firm, determined tongue, making circles, letting the saliva flow freely, coating his Dad's feet with his spit, making them even more sensitive...}
Beautiful writing. A man can feel the loving affection in it when his feet are adored, and your father would be made of stone not to respond to this adoration.
{He suddenly heard his mum get up. Dad lifted himself up, his cock hard. There was a string of something shiny hanging out of his piss slit. Was that his Dad's precum?}
I believe that a silver vessel is placed underneath the father's penis tip to catch any such excretions.
{...Mum slipped right under him and he grunted as he thrust his penis expertly into her private parts...}
Each--father, mother and son--are now focused entirely on what happened thirteen years ago, and re-experiencing the thrill of the Union of New Life.
Here I think the difference is that there is NO movement, since, in this ritual, it is the son's mouth that must supply the stimulation. Instead, the father slips slickly in, all the way to his wife's cervix, feels the kiss of his piss-slit against her very womb, and then simply LUXURIATES, enjoying the sensation!
The communion is purely from tongue-tip to foot-soles to penis-tip, and the only movements from the father involuntary expressions by his feet of where he is on the journey to orgasm. Looking up over his father's heels at the mighty balls, laden with life-sperm, and, in the hairy separation behind the balls, the muscular root of the stiff penis about to spasm, visibly, as the semen pumps into his mother, the boy does, indeed, have a fine view, and soon will feel his father's powerful toes gripping the tip of his tongue, and informing him that the time has come for his parents' juices to gush, as they did the night he was conceived--and that he will soon be called upon to make sure that every drop finds its way either into his mother's cunt and up into her womb--or into his own mouth and down into his belly.
{...The boy began to lick and swallow the cum and vaginal juices that had accumulated on his Dad's cock and cock head. "I love you, daddy," he thought as he tongue worked around the cock that made him. He was not allowed to use his hands, only his tongue. The fluids were supposed to go directly into him, not via his fingers. He then realised that his Dad's foreskin was partly covering the head, so he had to go hunting for more love juice under there. His tongue happily darted under the sensitive foreskin. He wiped his Dad's cock clean...}
This is another paragraph I can barely dare myself to read--I have to read it almost in little spurts, and then avert my eyes. Even when my penis is NOT fully erect, I have difficulty reading it without cumming SOFT, if you can believe that.
Some fine day, I'd love to hear you read it to me aloud! You may find it even more thrilling to hear it read back to you by a different voice!
I believe that, upon observing the son's difficulty staying soft, the wise elder may discuss, with the father, ways of making the Service of Obedience more repellent for the son, and so aid him in combating his erections. For example, the elder (not understanding the sensibilities of the boy) might suggest that perhaps, were the father to see to it that his feet developed more of a leathery, sweaty scent, so that the boy would be more cognizant of the abject, humiliating act he was performing--perhaps the "stink" would serve to help keep that youthful penis down.
But of course, the elder cannot possibly understand how deep the love the boy feels for his father's feet really is--and the more the father tries to make the task unpleasant, the more it seems to "spice up" and season the dish for the poor boy!
However, the FATHER begins to notice that subjugating his son in this way is becoming sexually arousing--and that, indeed, allowing this dominion to grow only makes it MORE exciting to fuck his wife!
Again, I think some formulaic, ritual pronouncements might actually make the CLEANSING of the parents' organs more thrilling for the father. If a boy, before opening his mouth to extend his tongue and collect the mingled fuck-juices off his father's penis must SPEAK of it--beg for PERMISSION, say--in the most abject manner--I think this would be very pleasing to a man whose penis is still swollen in post-coital bliss.
"O My Father, Lord of my Life," the son might begin, kneeling, looking up at his Dad with his mouth only inches from the soiled penis-tip, still bobbing slightly with arousal, and greased with the mixed excretions of both parents, "Pray allow the obedient tongue-tip of your son, fruit of your mighty loins, to cleanse Your Holy Staff of Righteousness and savour the flavours of the paradise which God grants to righteous men who rule their households and possess their wives and their sons."
Try saying that aloud while you picture yourself looking up at your father's stern, unyielding eyes, as the scent of his fuck is right before your lips and nostrils, and let me know how you feel.
I need hardly tell you how I feel about it--I'm sure you can sense it.
I'd like you to know that much of my erotic thought, during the week, centres on the themes of your father's beautiful soles--very much in my mind's eye, since I saw those precious films you captured of them in your youth!--and some of the more secret--and sacred!--scenarios you were generous enough to share with me.
In particular, this morning, I was turning over, in my mind, this moment in "the ritual" which you described for me:
{..."No more erections from you for tonight. I just need to make sure you are not precumming either". He took out a little swab from the drawer and inserted it briefly down the boy's pee hole. The man loved the fact the boy's penis was trapped inside and had to submit to his will...}
It occurred to me suddenly that this "swab" could actually be a special ritual object--boys, in their derision, jokingly call it a "candle-wick," and the name actually became rather commonplace.
These are specially made little--they almost look like threads, really, although they're more like a white thread that, at one end, gets a bit thicker and stiffer. They're almost like very, very miniature "Tampax" tampons, and, like tampons, are delivered to elders in little boxes, each individually wrapped in a sterile tear-open container, packed in tiny insertion aids which help to inject the length into the urethra of a boy to monitor and prevent any unseemly "dripping" during the ritual.
It also occurs to me that these "candlewicks" are deliberately dosed with a very mild irritant of sorts, that causes a very soft and not at all unpleasant sort of itch or prickling sensation within the boy's penis that makes it even more difficult to hold back erection--the intent, of course, isn't to CAUSE an erection but to help the boy strengthen his resolve and control over his penis--rather like the net in tennis, it's an additional impediment and challenge, meant to hone his skills!
With what terrible dread a boy of weak morals sees the box of "candlewicks" approaching in the hands of an elder of the church! He knows that his terrible ordeal of fighting down his wicked erections is about to become even MORE difficult--and, paradoxically, he even feels his penis twitch as he knows its piss-slit is about to be "fucked" by the slender, absorbant "wick"--and his wicked pre-cum to be sopped up and seen by all when it is finally removed!
End of Part 2