Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. |================================================================ |Title: "At my son's wedding" .................................... |Keywords: Mb, Mm, ped, inc, humil ............................... |Summary: A man accompanies his young sissy son at the wedding.... |................................................................. |================================================================ |....................Entropico's Eroticos (c) 2016.... |================================================================ |DISCLAIMER:.......................................... | This text contains sexually explicit material and could be | offensive. If you dont wish to read this type of literature, |or youre under age PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! |================================================================ Main participants: * Me, Igor - 45 y.o. a bull-like father of a sexy sissy son * Marc - 19 y.o., my son, an object of my long-term sexual fun My name is Igor, I am 45. I would like to share my story with you, maybe some of my readers have similar experiences. Or would like to have. First of all, I am gay and I am a bull. I mean: I am heavy built and strongly on an active side. It is I who is ramming his mighty rod in the other one's tight hole. Tight and YOUNG to be precise. My preference is young calves, the prepubescent boys who need to be taught how to serve. There is little that could be compared to the wonderful feeling of penetrating a hot boy's canal. The younger and smoother, the better. When I was younger, it was easier to find a fresh boy. One you can use for your own pleasure. Now its harder, keeping in mind those bigotry and hypocrisy around. There are many sick people whe yell: "protect our children". But just consider it for a while: what could be better for a youngster than serve a true bull? An alpha male? It is in our heritage, as we all descend from the ancient Greek civilisation. As a teenager, I fucked many youths and kids. Living in a orphanage gives you great possilibilites! When I reached my adult years I went to work and became a successful white collar. However, my access to young boys became limited and I had to narrow my hunting grounds to young men in pubs. But I missed true candies - the innocent young kids. One day, I got a shockingly brilliant idea. DIY! If you want to have a willing, obedient boy, ready to offer you his tiny, happy butt - why dont you do it with your own sperm? The simplicity of this plan was its greatest advantage. I quickly found a poor girl who could be persuaded to cooperate. She was worthless, wretched and cast outside the society. But she had a womb. Our deal was clear: I will impregnate her and take our child with me after the birth. As a compensation, she would receive a payment and a year of high standard living in a city of her desire. She agreed. Did I tell you I am a good at negotiations? Normally I am not into women, but I took some Viagra pills and fucked her royally from behind. I closed my eyes and pretend I was fucking a skinny boy. That helped. And one idea gave me the power to remain hard and to came in her. The idea that with every spurt I am depositing in her I am closer to having my own sex boy toy. Of course, there was a chance that the child would be a girl, but I could take the risks. If she would be a cunt, I would sell her to a underground pedo ring and get my compensation in USD. Then, I will have another try. In any way, I would be happy. Luckily, after three impregnation sessions, the girl was knocked up. Even more luckily, ultrasonography confirmed that the child would be male. I cound not restrain my joy. Fortunately, the nine months of pregnancy passed quickly and I have became a father. And an owner of a soon-to be boyish fuck toy. The girl was paid remarkably and warned to keep her mouth shut. She happily obliged and left to the Western Coast to spend her money and start a new life. All links has been cut. She did not even learn my true name. The training of a sissy boy started soon. Of course I have not tried anal or even oral sex. I did not want to ruin my precious investment. I started from cum feeding (often directly from my dripping dick). The baby quickly adapted to his new diet. Each day started with a session of jerking that supplied yummy daddy's cream to a boy. When my son grew up a little I have invented a new method. I was wanking myself almost to the end and quickly positioning myself over my boy. Like a she-wolf feedning her cubs. He used to raise his hands to my rod hanging just over his face and grab it. In moments he learned that if he will touch me properly, the fresh, warm cum will be spurting into his greedy mouth. It was fantastic feeling. Like my son was milking a cow. Or a bull, to be precise. To my delight, he become practically addicted to my cum. And to sucking me. Usually child's first word is "mama" or "papa", but Marc's first was "susu", which meant "sucking" in his baby language. Sometimes I played with his tiny cocklet. It was small and cute, more like a clit than like a dick. I could not wait until he will offer me his tiny butthole, a sweet boyish cunt guarded by this little stick. Marc was two years old when he showed proper signs of excitement under my touch. During petting his dicklet was stiffing. Especially when I started to massage and then invade his little rosebud with my well lubricated finger. Oh, the feeling of his little pucker opeing slowly and reluctantly under my touch... There is nothing in the world better than slowly defloring your own son! When he become four y.o. he learned the pleasure of properly blowing dad's dick. He just loved that. Many times I woke up feeling my little boy prowling under the quilt in search of my shaft. He murmured happily when he reached it and quickly started to lick or blow me. When I orgasmed, he used to emerge from under the cover and show me his little face, grimy from my sticky cum. I also kept training him the true destiny of his boycunt. My fingers and some dildos were common guests in his pinky hole. Finally, I could not restrain longer. I took his virginity on his sixth birtday. Even though he was properly trained and loosened from various activities, only two inches of my dick went in. See, I am really well hung. I AM a bull. Oh, how much Marc was crying and shrieking this day... But finally after six very long years I have filled my own son with my cream. And I still remember what I told him that night: "Remember, son. Remember this fucking from your father. You are a fruit of my loins. You are just one happy sperm from my balls. A sperm that fertilized your dumb's mother egg and become a kid. And now I have flooded your cunt with my seed and that way I marked you as MY PROPERTY. My personal fuck toy. I have bred a stupid bitch to make you. And now I made you MINE. This is your duty, your obligation and your goal in your miserable life. From this day you are officialy my cumdump." I did not allow him to take a bath. Instead, I ordered him to sleep with my sperm in his bowels. I wanted him to taste the feeling. And to get used to it. Since that day, I was fucking him regularly in the ass. He knew his duty and he did all his best to satisfy me. I also sent him to school. However, almost every day when I left him in front of the building, his ass was full of my cum. Thinking about my son with my seed safely deposited in his cute ass always made me horny. * Weeks became months and months became years. Marc was always my precious fuck toy. However, since he grew up, my excitement lost some of the power. He might be still sleeping with me, he might be still eagerly presenting his ass for fucking, but he was also starting to became too old for my passion. Of course, his understanding of male's body raised but nothing can replace the sweet innocence of a fresh boy's body. He started to mature quite lately. His first sperm appeared two months before his sixteen birthday. He was quite proud of this but I quickly recalled him his position. On the other hand, dominating a young (yet adult) male and fucking his ass knowing that he could also cum was a new thrill to me. I started to pump my seed in his cunt twice or thirce a day. I was a bull of this house and my young calf should know who is the alpha male. However, a new plan arised in my head. I encouraged him to make some friends and let him go out with them. While he was shy and submissive boy in house, when cut from the leash he regained some dignity and even got some interest from boys and girls. However, I clearly lectured him that his ass belongs solely to me. To make it clear I made him tattoed on his butt. The writing said: "I am my Dad's fucktoy and only he has the right to mount me". He was so funny humiliated when I read it for him. I knew that no boy would take advantage of his sweet bum. On the over hand, I have delicately encouraged him to start meeting with girls. The dumber, the better. That was actually a part of my humililation of my fuck toy, as I knew he was not into ladies. However, if he would fuck one, he would not allow her to see the writing on his back. In some time, he met a girl and asked me if he could make her his GF. I graciously allowed. The girl was stupid as a mule, quite fat and totally useless, just like his mother. The good thing was, she was under his spell and I knew she would never betray him or oppose in anything. Moreover, the girl's parents died recently in a car accident and she was grown by her grandmother, who I expected to die soon. That was perfect in line with my plan. I knew that my son's silly fiance will be totally dependant on us. My son became 19 y.o. when he told me that he made his girfriend pregnant. Oh, how much he was terrified about my reaction. I must have suprised him, because I was not angry on him. Instead, I congratulated him. And then I pushed him on my bed and raped his ass, whispering to his ear that its a pit he cannot be impregnated. Because I would fuck him hard to mak my babyin him. When I finished, he curled in embryo position and cried a little. Guess for a moment he thought he is a man, when he learned that his girl is pregnant. I lit a cigarette and laughed at him. "Did you believe that knocking up a girl makes you a man? Nope. You are the same sissy cunt as usual. And your hot, tight ass is the same cum dump as it was before. Son, you are made to be my fucktoy. And you would better know this. Now, get up and blow me. I want my fat, meaty cock cleaned." I so much liked the obedient resignation in him while he did it. While he was blowing me, I planned my next move. The wedding of my boy. * The ceremony was planned to be a small one. Just a bunch of my friends, the bride's grandmother and few of my son's pals. I have arranged it to be performed at my house, as a kind of a garden party. All was set up quickly, so the pregnant belly of the girl would not become obscene. The girl (I suppose her name was Elizabeth, but I really did not give a damn) was as happy as dumb cow she was. She wore whiteish innocent dress (funny choice for a three-month preggo). My son was equipped by me. He wore a formal, elegant tailcoat. He was even starting to look like a man and not a slutty sissy. The preparation for the party went smooth. All the guest arrived on time and spread into a garden. The culmination of the event was closing as the vow was just to be made. I planned this ahead. The bride would wait in the green garden alcove. As her father was dead and her grandmother was old, one of her friends would lead her to the altar. On the other side of the garden, there was a dark red alcove prepared for the groom. I was the person who would take my son from there. Everyone expected that. What could be more cliche? However, no one, including my fuckboy expected what I planned. It was hight time and Marc's friend accompanied him to the alcove and left him there. They went outside to flirt with bridesmaids and wait for the ceremony. Stupid ones. What can a girl offer to a man? One hole more? Fools. The true sweetnes can be offered only by a boy. The younger the better. And there is no feeling comparable to the knowledge that the boy you are ramming will remmber this to his final day. I went into the bower. My son was sitting on a chair, nervous and distracted. He was probably thinking about the vow he would be making to his bride. He was so cute in this tailcoat, pretending to be a man. I closed the door behind me and smiled. "Well, Marc. It is your most important day. Today you will marry this... what is her name? I cant remember it." "Liz, dad. Please dont offend her. She is a good girl" "Do you think so? Maybe its because your feelings misguide you. What is your emotion to her?" "Dad, I love her. Truly. Dont laugh at me" "Oh, really? I thought you dont know what is love." "Well, dad... I know now. I... know I love her" "NO!", I growled at him, "There is only ONE love you can feel. The love of dad's meat in your ass" He looked at me with a sparkle of terror in his eyes. I awarded him with widest smile of an alpha male knowing his rights. "Prepare to serve, fucktoy" "Dad, not today... please", he whispered, "Its my wedding day. I am gonna marry Liz in a minute. You can't..." I said nothing. I just looked at him. He lowered his eyes and I knew I won this. He silently unbuttoned his trousers. They fell slowly to the ground. There he was. My lovely boy. My son. He knelt before me as he did so many times. His delicate palms reached my zip and opened it. My dick emerged in its full glory, hard as a stell rod. Mark opened his full lips and swallowed my prick. I took his head and showed him the proper rythm. He bobbed his head on my penis like a good son should. I have heard the lovelu slurping sounds. "Yes, sonny... Good boy. Make me hard. Make your daddy hard as you always did with your lips" He increased the pace of his moves. The head came back and forth working my cock. I knew he could feel it getting harder in his mouth, reaching my bull size glory. I began moving my hips in sync with his mouth and moaned frequently as he sucked me. One of his hands was moving along my shaft, while the other started to massage my nuts. "Yeah boy, suck my cock. Lick that head. Taste me. Taste your dad. I have been waiting for this all day long." I felt my climax approaching, but I did not want to cum in his mouth this time. Instead, I grabbed his hair from behind and raised his head so he looked at me. "Now... Liz is waiting for you. I dont want the ceremony to be postponed. I dont care about this stupid cunt you gonna marry, but I do mind my friends." He knew what to do. He stood up, removed his pants in one quick move and turned back to me. I pushed him and bend him on the table. I needed a quick release, so I invaded his sweet ass in one rough pierce. He tried not to cry, but a quiet whine left his mouth. I rammed his butt, till my fatherly balls slammed his legs. "Yesss...", I hissed in his ear, "Like in old days, when you where a boy, remember? I love your tight cunt, son. I love to fuck it like I fucked this stupid bitch who was your mother. But I always prefer your boy cunt. Do you remember it, son? "Y... y... yes...", me moaned "I fucked you as every father should. I showed you the true side of your sissy heart. Are you a sissy, cunt?" "Yes, dad, I am" "What are you?" I growled, fucking him in a steady rythm, closing to the great orgasm "I am a sissy. I am your girly boy. Your cum-addicted slut. I am born to be bred by you", he cried "Louder, cunt" "I... I... want yout to cum, daddy" "Ask me. Ask me little boy" "I beg you to cum in me. I beg you to breed me and put your sperm where it belongs daddy... in your sissy son's cunt" I grabbed his hips and thrust one more time, ramming his bum. I felt my balls touching his bare legs and I came, flooding his insides. I allowed myslef to bathe in a short postorgasmic bliss, then I slid out of him. He remained still, lying on the table. My sperm dripped from his ruined rosebud. "Good boy", I praised him by patting his buttock, "Now get up, wear your pants and get married" He stood up and took his clothes. I did not allowed him to clean his ass. He did not protest. In two minutes I lead him to his soon-to-be wife. When we walked among our applauding friends I smiled, because I knew that my son carries his dad's precious sperm inside him. It leaked from his ass when he swore to his bride. He felt the wetness of my cum when took her as his lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death would do them part. * After a few months Marc's wife (what was her name, again?) gave birth to my grand son, Ivan. As soon as they arrived from hospital, I got a phone call from my son. "Dad? We are at home. Please tell me when you will have some time. I will bring my son to you, for your acceptance", his voice hesitated for a moment but he regained his strength, "And for your pleasure and disposal. Just as I promised. Just as I should." I felt a stir in my pants. My dick started to raise. My balls boiled with hot, thick sperm. Soon, I will be having another boy to teach the true goal of his life. A role of a cum dump. And my son will bring this new fuck toy to me. =========================================================================== === #1 Dear reader, if you have enjoyed the story, please LET ME KNOW. #2 I always look for readers' suggestions. And use to answer emails. #3 Ideas for further plot development or new stories will be warmly appreciated. #4 Send EMAIL COMMENTS TO: entropico2k@gmail.com #5 More stories of mine can be found at ASSTR: /files/Authors/Entropico #6 New additions list: /files/Authors/Entropico/List.Of.Stories.txt =========================================================================== ===