WHEN I WAS A TEENAGER I met a dark, twisted, muscular
badass man who trained me and made me call him Father. Father used
me as his shoe/sock/foot slave...forced pit and muscle worship too.
Father told me that my real biological dad was weak and pathetic.
When I was not at Father's feet kissing his shoes and dirty tube socked
feet and inhaling his manly smells and submitting to his verbal abuse,
he'd play mind games, calling me sometimes when I was with my dad
and telling me that he owned me and that if I disobeyed him he would
punish me by forcing my dad to crawl at his feet too. He talked often
about beating my dad up. He also showed up at places that my dad and
I would go to...coffee houses, the mall, restaraunts and he'd sit
near us, staring my dad down and making him uncomfortable, even bumping
into my dad and saying something rude and cocky to scare my dad. I
wasforced to do certain things on an ongoing basis like wear Father's
dirty long tube socks after smelling them while Father jacked off
onto me. Father also used cum control on me...attaching a vibrator
to my crotch but not allowing me to cum until he said it was ok or
ordering me to cum at times with only 30 seconds notice and the threat
of really beating the shit out of my dad if I didn't cum in time.
One evening after having coffee with my dad...and Father showing up
and intimidating my dad, I went to Father's and was at his feet, kissing
his shoes, inhaling his stink and rubbing his strong legs. A truck
pulled up and two guys in their late teens, maybe early twenties came
walking in. One was carrying a skateboard, both were lean and muscular,
wearing skater shoes, long white socks, baggy shorts...looking skater
thug badass. Father knew them and told them that I was his latest
"boy" slave. The skater thugs looked at me and laughed in
a dark, twisted, evil way, then taunted me saying that I would smell
their rank shoes and socks. Father ordered me to crawl over to them.
One of the skater thug boys kicked me and stepped on my back while
the other ordered me to inhale the stink from his size 14 beat ass
skate shoes. As I was at their feet kissing and smelling their stink,
Father began to tell them about my dad and how weak and wimpy my dad
was. To my surprise Father told them that my dad would be coming over
and that they could do whatever they wanted to do to him. Father said
that he and the two skater thugs would take turns working my dad over
and keeping me in my place and show us who ran shit. I told Father
that my dad knew nothing about the things Father and I did and that
my dad would not like this at all. Father said he didn't give a fuck
and that the more my dad suffered and hated it, the more Father and
the skater thug boys would be enjoying it. Father walked over and
put a phone beside me while one of the skater thugs was standing on
my back. Father told me to call my dad and tell him that my car broke
down and I was using the phone at a nearby house and that I needed
him to come pick me. Father told me that if I didn't follow orders
exactly that my dad and mom would suffer more than I could imagine,
and I could tell that Father was capable of doing just about anything
so I called and gave my dad directions to come pick me up. After hanging
up the phone I realized that I was in over my head and that I didn't
know what was about to happen but it was going to be very extreme.
I could tell as Father went over to the weight bench he had and started
lifting weights and I saw his muscles and veins popping out that Father
was getting ready to show me his power in an extreme way. The skater
thugs taunted me some more as Father lifted weights and got sweaty
and pumped up. About ten minutes later Father finished and walked
back to the chair he sat in usually and ordered me to crawl back to
his feet. The skater thugs laughed as I was back kissing Father's
shoes then Father undid his pants and pulled out his massive dick
and began to stroke it as he ordered me to take his shoes off and
inhale his rank tube socks. I did as I was told and was in awe of
the stink that came from Father's shoes and socks and feet as I was
breathing in deep and began to lick them. The skater thugs went over
to the weight bench and began to workout, taking turns lifting and
talking about beating my dad up. Father continued stroking his dick
and I continued worshipping his stink and his powerful body. Twenty
minutes went by and I knew that my dad was about to show up and I
was scared and excited at the same time. Soon, there was a knock at
the door and one of the skater thugs went over to answer it. I started
to get up, afraid that my dad would see me at Father's feet, but Father
held me down and told me that I better stay down. Father continued
stroking his dick and making me breath in his stink as I my dad walked
in the room. I saw a look of shock on my dad's face as he saw me on
the ground at Father's strong muscular feet. My dad looked at me,
at Father stroking his massive dick, at the other skater thug still
pumping iron on the bench and then at the skater thug who let him
in and was standing just behind my dad. My dad started to say something
and the skater thug rammed into the back of my dad throwing him onto
the ground. My dad began to protest, in pain, in fear, in shock, but
all of my attention was on Father and the skater thugs as they took
control of the situation with extreme force. Father encouraged the
skater thugs to make my dad suffer as he made me watch them push and
kick and step on my dad. Father was saying "Fuck yeah" over
and over and I felt his dick smacking the side of my face and just
as I was inhaling a deep whiff on Father's rank tube socks and watching
one of the skater thugs lift my dad off the ground in a headlock,
I felt Father's hot load shoot all over my head and face and Father
ordered me to thank him for shooting his load on me. Then Father handed
me a vibrator and told me to use it on my dick as I watched what was
about to happen...Part of me was scared and wanted to end what was
happening, call for help or something, but I knew that I had no control
and that if I disobeyed Father things would only be worse for my dad
and even my mom. So I held the vibrator on my dick as I watched Father
pull his dirty white tube socks that I had been sniffing up high and
tight then walk over and stand face-to-face with my dad as the skater
thug continued to hold my dad in a headlock. The other skater thug
stood over me to make sure I did as I was told to do. Father was strong
and muscular and scary looking, my dad was weak and wimpy and looked
scared. The skater thug released my dad from the headlock and my dad
was gasping to catch his breath. Father spit in my dad's face. The
other skater thug came over and peeled his tubes socks off and tied
them over my mouth and nose so as I watched Father facing off with
my dad I was forced to inhale the rank stink of the skater thug's
feet. The two skater thugs kicked back in chairs, used me as a footrest
and laughed at me and taunted my dad as I watched Father tighten up
and flex with pure power and rage...long enough to let the reality
of the situation sink into my dad's head and long enough for a look
of terror to come over my dad's face. I felt the same terror as I
watched but my dick was pulsating and throbbing and the vibrator was
milking me into ecstasy and then Father began. Father grabbed my dad
by the throat and my dad choked out a yell for help but it was cut
short as Father threw my dad into a wall so hard the drywall cracked
and my dad fell to the floor. Father pulled off his tube socks as
my dad tried to recover and then Father forced one sock into my dads
mouth and tied the other around his head to keep it in. "That
is to shut you the fuck up" Father said then pulled out his massive
dick and pissed all over my dad. "Now you are my property fucker."
Father said then looked over at me to make sure I was watching and
using the vibrator as I had been told to do...CONTINUED IN
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