Caught In The Act Ch 02 8

From the bottom of the bed near my legs a deep sharp voice called out: Had your fun son?

Almost immediately the lights came on as my dad's stern calm voice reverberated in the room: Noah Davis, explain what exactly was going on in this room...

Immediately I sat up on the bed as my hands flew to cover my now limp dick.

Noah: N-No d-dad th-this is a mistake! I wasn't doing anything! I-I was just going to come out of the bath! I-I mean I was just sleeping...yeah just sleeping...in my room.

A lump formed in my throat and I held my breath as my dad's silhouette silently came closer to me one step at a time.

Without a word the shadow came to a halt right beside me and then there was utter silence.

In fear I waited for what felt like ages. Suddenly someone yanked away the cover over my eyes as I squinted to adjust to the brightly lit room.

Then I saw my dad's gorgeous ripped figure standing against the light facing me. Hair dripping wet he only had a small towel wrapped around his bottom while in his right hand he now held the underwear that I had my face covered with a few moments ago. I felt all the blood leave my face.

"Noah", Dad's voice pulled me back to reality. Unable to face my dad I tried to look desperately at anything else in the room. Then I saw my reflection in the wall length mirror beside my bed.

My face wet with my own saliva was flushed with a post orgasmic glow. My nipples looked bright red and swollen and my hands were doing a very bad job of hiding my member.

I looked away and faced the bottom of my bed where my study table was. On the black screen of my computer and on the wall behind it there were gobs of white viscous liquid. Even as I watched the liquid slowly trickled down the edge of the screen.

I quietly turned my head towards my dad without meeting his eyes.

Dad: (voice slowly rising) I have always loved and cared for you. I thought we drifted apart after your mother's death. I didn't know that it was because my son had turned into a squealing pig! Who knew I was raising a fag who got hard at the smell of any random man! Is this how you repay me for sending you to college? Is this why you joined the basketball team? So that you could smell the other guys and give them head in the locker room? And even after that you're twisted enough to steal your own father's underwear to masturbate?

Noah: (internal thought) I had no reply to my dad's questions. It was true that I had joined the college basketball team but that was purely because I liked the game. However, I couldn't muster a response and some part of my mind actually felt relieved. It felt alleviating to have my desires and choices out in the open...

Dad: So on top of being a pervert you're also a masochist?

I saw dad looking at my crotch and I realized that my hands were resting on my thighs while my member, now at half mast, was on complete display.

Before I could move a millimeter dad's hand moved at lightning speed and caught my ball sack. His rough hand began kneading my balls, alternately loosening and tightening his grip.

The pain and pleasure mixed shot to my brain and I whimpered, arching my back and pushing my balls further into dad's hand.

Dad let go of my balls and gently began rubbing my back.

I was still recovering my breath when my dad began speaking.

Dad: (a faint smile playing on his lips) Don't worry son, I was just joking. I am not mad at you and speaking about the perversion, well let's just say it's the family genes at work.

Noah: (dumbstruck)....Y-You knew?

Dad: (chuckling) Well I was just waiting for the big fish to bite after setting the bait.

Noah: (confused) Bait?

Dad lowered his face and whispered in my ear: The gob of cum you enjoyed...

My ear turned hot while his raspy voice sent chills down my spine.

Dad sat down on the bed in front of me and started speaking.

Dad: (calmly) So now the cat's out of the bag and you know that your dad loves you all the same but.....he can love you much much more and in many more ways than you can imagine...so what's your answer?

All the while dad spoke, he kept his eyes fixated on mine while the index finger of his right hand kept drawing spirals on the inner side of my left thigh. It felt like I was drowning in those dark brown eyes. My heart beat so fast I could hear it in my ears. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

As soon as my dad finished talking I opened my mouth to reply but dad silenced me by simply placing his index finger on my lips.

Dad: I love your enthusiasm son but not so fast, just hear me out. I love you. However, if you want to take our relationship to the next level I have to warn you that vanilla just makes me feel sleepy. I am a dom through and through. So even if you didn't have anything hardcore in mind, becoming my partner equals becoming my sub. Can you accept that?

Dad took my right hand in his own hand and kissed the back of my hand.

Dad: (calm tone) Don't worry babe (another kiss), I'll love you just the same as before no matter your response.

Though his voice was calm I could see the lust in his eyes for me. Even though he said that he was completely okay with my choice, his body language screamed to me that he wouldn't take 'No' for an answer.

This feeling of his gaze ravishing my naked body was simply breathtaking. My own father exposing his deepest carnal desires for me - how could I refuse?

I looked at my father's crotch and saw his member standing at full mast. The pesky towel still covered the very tip and trailed down the length like a veil hiding a precious treasure.

Dad: (anxiously) Noah?

Without a word I dove down and kissed his purple head and proceeded to slowly, languidly lick the underside of his thick, veiny shaft.

Dad: (throwing his head back) Oooh... Good answer son.

I finally came to the tip and lathered it profusely with saliva using my tongue.

Dad: (amusedly) Where did you learn to do this son?

Noah: ( while making slurping noises) I searched online.

Dad: It's nice to know that you're eager to learn but you actually have to take it in your mouth you know?

Noah: ( internal thought) I was dredging this moment. I loved my dad and having actual sex with him was something beyond my wildest dreams. However, I never had the guts to actually play out my fantasies or to pleasure myself properly. So the farthest I had gone was licking an ice cream stick or putting a finger up my hole while in the shower once in a new moon. The dirtiest thing I had done till date was to put a smooth bodied ball pen into my hole one time when I was home alone for the day while lying on my bed and fantasizing about my dad. That was it. I had no other real life experience.

My dad's cock however was nothing like those ice cream sticks. It was longer, much wider, veiny and hot. The shaft of meat throbbed and pulsated in my mouth. The purple head was a strong contrast to the dark body. I could move the foreskin to expose or cover the purple head as my dad's thick manly aroma covered the inside of my mouth.

Dad: I forgot one important step, son.

I looked up with his shaft still in my mouth. (I could only fit half of the length in my mouth)

Dad: (smirking) You look like a baby suckling on his milk bottle babe.

Noah: (looking at dad seductively while licking his pee hole) Well I desperately need daddy's milk you know. (I kissed the purple head again)

Dad: That's a good reply baby. So from now on every play time you will call me 'Daddy'!

Noah: (while rubbing daddy's dick along my left cheek) Mmhmm..

Daddy: (caressing my right cheek softly) And though we will be doing something easy since you're a beginner, I want you to think of a safe word for yourself.

Noah: (after stroking daddy's dick a few times) 'Condoms'.

Daddy started laughing.

Daddy: (once he could control his laughter) So my baby is not scared of going bareback.

Noah: What about you dad- I mean daddy?

Daddy: Hmm...I think I'll go with 'Pelican'!

We both started laughing.

Then I resumed suckling daddy's shaft while he started toying with my nipples. His expert hands perfectly flicked, kneaded and twisted the little buds making me whimper in tune with his ministrations. Every time he brought me near the edge and stopped right before I could blow. The frustration built up and I picked up the pace of bobbing my head up and down his shaft.

Daddy: You know, we'll be stuck at this till the next day at this rate.

As soon as he finished saying this, he held the back of my head and forced my head down on his member all the way to the hilt. My nose was buried in his thick crotch hair and his member was halfway into my throat. I couldn't breathe and my eyes watered up. Coughing profusely I desperately tried to move away and close my mouth.

Daddy: Where do you think you're going and why do I feel your teeth?

Daddy clenched a tuft of my hair keeping me in place and pinched my right nipple so hard that I thought he tore it off.

I tried to cry out in pain but dad used this opportunity to push his member further into my mouth.

Daddy: Looks like my little slave is only concerned with feeling good himself but that won't do..

Being called such a derogatory term flipped a certain switch in me. It was as if a spark of electricity had passed through my nipples and the tip of my member. All of them tingled in anticipation.

Suddenly daddy roughly pushed me onto the bed so that I was lying on my back. Then I realized that my member was standing at attention. Daddy came back carrying a string from my canvas shoe. As if answering my bewildered look, daddy silently tied the string tightly at the base of my shaft.

He then came up on the bed and straddled my face. I knew what was coming and opened my mouth as far as possible. Daddy's length slowly made its way into my mouth and down my throat. I held back my gag reflex and waited for daddy to come in. The last few millimeters were a bit rough and I desperately clenched the bedsheet with either hand. At long last all of daddy's length fit snugly in my throat.

Daddy waited for a few seconds to let me adjust and then started a fervent pistoning movement. It was as if my loving father didn't even exist. In his place was this man driven to madness with his carnal lust. Let alone his son, it felt like he forgot that I was even a living thing. It felt as if my sole existence was as a toy to satisfy his sexual needs.

I felt hot tear drops trickling down the corner of my eyes. I couldn't breathe but my father was completely lost in his own needs. With every thrust his pubic bone tried to smash my nasal bridge. I was out of breath and my ears started ringing. I felt like I was about to faint. Just then I felt his shaft squirm inside my throat and then it shot gob after gob of hot sperm directly down my throat.

Daddy pushed my head into his crotch and kept my face buried in his thick pubic hair till I had swallowed all of his cum.

He finally let go and my limp body fell on the bed. I was drawing long breaths when daddy crawled over to the foot of the bed.

Daddy: I guess it's finally time for the slave to get his reward.

I thought I would finally be able to release my load but to my surprise daddy stood up on the bed.

Daddy: But just untying you would be no fun. You want to be abused more, right slave?

My tightly strung member was painfully standing perpendicular to my body. Daddy lifted his right foot and stepped on it, making it lie flat on my stomach. With his hard, rough sole he rubbed the whole length of my shaft, pressing down my tip into my stomach.

Daddy: You stupid slave, how dare you get your filthy fluid on my foot?

He was using my member and stomach like a doormat to clean his foot. The shoe string felt like it was cutting into my skin. My whimpering became full throated cries.

Noah: D-Daddy...please...*sharp cry*...please...I-I'm s-sorry....*cries*..please let go..*cries*

But daddy didn't stop till my shaft was raw and throbbing. Then he sat down on the bed and gave my right nipple a sharp twist while his other hand opened the bound on my member.

My back arched and I began squirming on the bed like a possessed person while shot after shot erupted out of my bouncing member. I blacked out after that.

I woke up the next day in my bed. My nipples and shaft were sore like hell but I noticed that my body had been cleaned. I did all those things with dad the previous night? It felt unreal. Like a hyper realistic dream. I was naked so I went to the wardrobe to take some clothes but it was completely empty. There in the wall length mirror I saw my disheveled look and the dark bluish black bruise around my right nipple. I carefully touched the tip with my index finger. A painful pleasure shot from my toes to the tip of my hair strands and I moaned in this blissful feeling.

I soon realized that there was not a single piece of cloth anywhere in my room. Even the bed I was sleeping on only had the mattress. Embarrassed, I somehow held a blank page in front of my shaft and came downstairs.

Dad was engrossed, watching tv and eating cereal from the big bowl in his lap. When he noticed me, he made a hand gesture to come into the living room. Yesterday's events came rushing back to me and I blushed from ear to ear.

Dad set his food bowl down and gestured for me to sit on his lap. I felt embarrassed being naked like a baby holding a paper in front of me while my dad was wearing his oversized t-shirt and baggy shorts. I quietly sat down on the other end of the sofa.

Dad: (furrowing his eyebrows) What's the matter babe? We already saw everything about each other yesterday. Are you having second thoughts now?

I could feel the worry and sadness behind his words.

Noah: (reassuring) No dad everything is just fine. It's just that you're clothed and I am completely naked. (I felt dad devouring me with his eyes) I-I mean I can't find my clothes! (When I spoke I realized that my throat hurt and my voice was a little hoarse)

Dad: (still staring) So you mean our arrangement is still good to go?

Noah: Of course dad!

Dad: (snatching the paper out of my hand) Good, because I wouldn't have let you go back on your words even if you wanted.

I could see the overwhelming desire for me in dad's eyes. Embarrassed, I looked towards the tv.

I felt like my heart had jumped out of my mouth. On the wall was a huge full body picture of me, lying on the bed unconscious while cum was splattered over my tummy. It showed in exquisite detail how the cum formed a puddle in my navel, how abused and bruised my right nipple was and the pubes that had dried on my lips. But that wasn't all. The tv on mute, was playing the video of dad facefucking me like an animal.

I was brought to reality by dad's call.

Dad: Son, you must be starving. Here, have some cereal. And don't worry about clothes, I'll give you whatever you will need.

He set the bowl down in front of me.

Dad: Oh, I forgot to add the most important thing!

I looked at dad and recognized that playful smirk in his eyes.

Dad: I'll need you to bend down here for a bit.

He gestured towards his crotch. I slowly bent down. When I was a few inches above his crotch, dad whisked out his shaft and began rubbing the purple tip vigorously on my bruised nipple. I bit down on my lower lip to hold back my moans. Soon we were both panting and dad finally held the bowl in front of his member spurting three white shots onto the contents.

Dad: There you go, fresh cream for my growing son. Eat while it's hot and remember...no hands.

Dad's every word was like a forbidden spell pushing me further into the depths of perversion. Entranced, I plunged my face into the bowl and began lapping the contents like a starved dog. A mixture of milk and cum coated my eyebrows, nose and lips. It trickled down my cheeks and my chin finally dripping down to my chest as I sat up. I spread the mixture properly all over my chest and took some more from the bowl to spread on my crotch. I dived into my dad's crotch moaning and licking his member.

Dad: A brazen dog through and through I see.

Noah: (internal thought) That's right I was daddy's dog, his slave, his toy, anything that he wanted me to be! And this is just the beginning of our journey....

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