****** The Fatherly Toilet Slave by Dan ******
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The Fatherly Toilet Slave


My name is Dan Harris. I'm an architect in a suburb of New York City, have been
for about ten years now. I'm 39 years old, 6'2", 185 lbs., good-looking not
just for my age but for any age. I have nice olive-toned skin that always looks
like I just came back from a vacation somewhere with a lot of sun. When I go to
a bar I'm usually one of the few men who actually get sought out by the women.
It's not unusual for a woman to come up to me and start a conversation and make
it very clear by her eyes, her words, her hands that she wants one thing and
one thing only: the cock in my jeans.

I married a wonderful woman named Melissa shortly after we met in college. We
had one son, Adam, who's now in his freshman year at community college, where
he's trying to work his way up to the top spot on the school tennis team.
Unfortunately, my wife passed away about three years ago from breast cancer. It
was very traumatic for me and Adam, but was especially hard because it
intensified the rebellious phase that Adam was already starting to go through
as a teenager. Fortunately, he's straightened out a lot since then, even
wearing a crew cut these days instead of the unkempt mop of light brown hair he
wore in high school.

He's my pride and joy, a beautiful guy. He's a bit shorter than me at 6' even,
160 lbs., light brown hair -- mine is darker -- and, since he plays a lot of
tennis, long and extremely powerful, muscular legs. It's amazing to me the
position I've gotten myself into with him. Though everything I've said sounds
pretty normal, the fact of the matter is that I have basically resigned myself
to the fact that Adam is my Master and I am his slave and toilet. Let me tell
you how things got to this point.

I didn't even think about women for almost two years after Melissa died. And
when I started having sexual thoughts at all, they were about her. She and Adam
and I had been a great team, and the good things I felt about the three of us
seemed to prevent me from thinking them about other women. Eventually, though I
had NEVER had any sexual thoughts about guys, some of those good feelings
toward Adam began to develop a sexual component, probably because I was so
undersexed at that point. Though it almost amazes me to write it, I found
myself looking at his body the way women routinely look at mine: noticing his
strong legs, his compact frame, his round firm butt, even the bulge in his
jeans and tennis shorts. Little did I know that within a few months I would
have put myself in a position to spend my life worshipping and serving that
cock and that ass.

I began trying to spend as much time around Adam as possible, coming home early
to be with him when he got back from school so I could smell his manly scent
after the team practice. I checked out his body and encouraged him to feel free
to wear few clothes around the house, which he tended to do anyway. I started
doing his laundry, sniffing each pair of underwear and each jockstrap, trying
to smell the smell of his crotch and hoping he had left some skidmarks to sniff
out and maybe even taste. He still lives at home now, even though he's 19 and
in college, because the college is nearby and it saves us a lot of money.

But you're probably still wondering, how did you become his slave and, what's
more, his toilet?! Well, eventually, I couldn't take it any more. I waited till
Adam was asleep one night and quietly snuck into his room. I looked at his
beautiful body in what little light was coming through the mostly-closed
window. He was sleeping on his stomach and that gorgeous ass, covered in only
his jockey briefs, was jutting out for my view. (I love the way it looks in his
lycra tennis shorts, but this was even better!) I turned him over as softly as
possible -- it took a while -- and gently, slowly pulled down his briefs to
reveal that gorgeous, 18-year-old cock, bigger than a boy's but not yet fully
developed. I couldn't help myself. I put my face into his crotch and smelled
the smells I had only whiffed in his underwear, the smell of a stud's crotch. I
opened my mouth and took in his cock, working up and down the shaft and even
taking in his balls for a while. I kept sucking him off, loving every forbidden
second of it, until finally he came in his sleep in my mouth. I drank down his
seed, the seed of the son I had created with my own seed eighteen years
earlier.

I thought he was asleep, but now I realize how silly I was to think he would
actually come without realizing what was going on. After I cleaned him up a
little with a tissue, I left his room as softly as I could and went back into
my room to relive what I had just done. Well, I decided I had to do it again. I
loved it!!! So the next night I went back and followed the same plan, only this
time I was burying my face on his cock when all of a sudden he put his hands on
my shoulders and pulled me off his cock. "What are you doing?!" he asked, with
what sounded like genuine surprise. "Why are you sucking my cock? You're my
father! I can't believe you were raping me like that!"

"I'm sorry, son," was all I could say -- I couldn't believe what I was doing,
much less planned out a response when he inevitably discovered me -- and then I
begged him to let me finish. He silently acceded, shoving his cock violently
back into my mouth and holding my face in his crotch until he shot down my
throat. I left without a word and went back to my room, tossing and turning and
not getting to sleep until about 4am.

At 11 in the morning -- which was a Saturday, fortunately -- Adam knocked on my
door and woke me up. I opened it and let him in, looking at him sheepishly,
wondering what he thought of me. "We have to talk," he said, and I thought I
had at least some idea of what the conversation was going to go like. Boy, was
I wrong! Adam explained to me that he had realized the first night what was
going on and decided to get it on tape. So he set up a tape recorder the
following night and had gotten on tape my confession to raping him, sucking his
cock, and begging him to let me continue! He told me that he had gone this
morning and made several copies of that tape and that they were all safely
hidden and would only be distributed by him if I did not accept the terms he
was about to lay out.

Before I heard them I knew I had no choice but to accept them. I had no idea
what they would be but I didn't think they would be anything too major. In any
case, though, I had never broken any major law in my life and would do anything
to stay out of prison. I also instantly thought of how many people Adam could
ruin my life by giving a copy of that tape to: not just the cops but my bosses,
my clients, my parents, almost anyone! I knew that what I had done was totally
wrong but had no idea that it would subject me to a life of servitude and
toilet slavery.

Then Adam told me that just as I had been tough on him in recent years, getting
on his case for everything he did that I perceived as overly "rebellious," he
was going to be tough on me, only it was going to last all my life. Then he
told me that he had enjoyed the service I had given him and that I was going to
be his sex slave from now on. Whenever he ordered me to do anything -- suck his
cock, lick his balls, rim his ass, bend over and take his cock up my butt,
anything -- I was to do it IMMEDIATELY or he would take a belt to me. He also
said that since I had several times humiliated him in front of his friends, he
thought he had come up with the perfect way to most abjectly humiliate me:
namely, that I was to serve as his human toilet for the rest of my life!

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The first thing that came to my mind was
not even what a predicament I had gotten myself into but the fact that Adam was
even thinking of things like them, much less saying them and enforcing them!!
But there was never a trace of doubt in my mind that he was completely serious.
To prove it, he told me the first thing we were going to do was act out some
more scenes of me appearing to rape him or force him into non-consensual sex,
all of which we would videotape as well as audiotape. At that instant any
thought that I might get out of this situation disappeared, because a
blackmailer not only had the goods on you but can force you to create more
"goods." So we did the scenes, Adam reviewed the tapes, then told me he'd be
back in an hour. He took my car keys -- I now take the bus into work, by the
way -- and left me to ponder my situation. He came back and had a gleam in his
eye. He'd always been smart, even when he didn't work hard in school, and I
could tell that he was looking forward to coming up with creative and cruel
ways to humiliate me and assert his mastery over me.

He told me he had made himself breakfast this morning and he thought he had to
go to the bathroom. "Come with me," he added, walking toward the bathroom. The
concept of being Adam's human toilet, I hadn't really even begun to think how
it would play out practically, well, Adam made it pretty clear when he pushed
me down on my knees on the bathroom floor, opened my mouth with his hands, and
put his cock in it, telling me to get ready for toilet duty. Shortly the
trickle of piss began, and turned into a serious flow. I couldn't believe where
I was: on my knees in my bathroom, drinking my son's piss as his human
toilet!!! I did my best to drink down his piss, so immersed in my humiliation
that I wasn't ready for it when he stopped pissing and turned around, shoving
his butt in my face. "Pull my shorts down," he commanded, and I pulled down
those studly red lycra shorts that I had fantasized about for so long. "Now
kiss my ass through my briefs," he ordered. I kissed his cheeks and the area
around his hole. "Kiss my hole, too," he demanded, and I did, hesitating for
just a second before putting my mouth to his asshole, smelling his buttsmell,
and kissing his hole.

I went back to kissing his ass all over but he instructed me to keep my mouth
firmly planted on his butthole. Then in one quick motion he pulled his briefs
down and my mouth was directly on his asshole, kissing his rectum. "Get ready
for some shit," he said with what sounded like glee. I put my hands on his hips
and positioned him with his asshole directly over my mouth. "By the way," he
asked, "did you ever think when you woke up this morning that you were going to
be in this position?" I told him no. "No, Master," he corrected, and I
corrected myself without hesitating. "Well, get used to it -- you're going to
spend the rest of your life as my sex slave and toilet!" he said, laughing.
With that, his studly asshole dilated and I saw the first turd start to come
out. I let it get most of the way out -- he has me much better trained by now -
- and didn't put my mouth to it until he said "Eat it!" I actually bit most of
it off like I was stopping a yogurt dispenser with some still coming out. The
taste was horrific -- this was male shit, my son's shit, and I was eating it,
and would be eating it for life! I gagged it down and somehow made it through
the rest of the turds. Then he ordered me to clean up his asshole and, when I
was done, to thank him a hundred times for allowing me to eat his shit. (He
still sometimes tapes the things I say to him.)

Since that first morning, he's put me through my paces multiple times every
day. In fact, my life is now basically defined in terms of serving Adam, and my
workday (Adam orders me not to work late) and any times Adam is not around are
just breaks from serving him. Adam takes great delight in coming up with ways
to humiliate me. I now have to go to sleep with my face buried in his crotch
or, more commonly, his ass. He often wakes me up to order me to suck his cock
or to piss or shit in my mouth. He controls every aspect of my life now, from
what to wear to whether I may go to the bathroom at work to when I may eat.
Yesterday he told me I couldn't eat anything until dinner. Then he came home
from school at about 7 -- the car, like everything else, is his now -- with a
small pizza and a salad. I thought it was for me and that I was so hungry I
would eat it up in five minutes. Instead I had to sit there and watch him down
the meal, then without saying a word, he got up and went to the bathroom and
snapped his fingers. I crawled over and put my face to his ass and ate his
shit, the only thing I ate yesterday. Another time after I had done the dishes
he took one of the dinner plates and shit on it, then gave me the plate with
the huge long turd and took one of the nice forks and fed me bites of his dung!

I truly am his sex slave and his toilet now, just like he told me I would be on
that first day. I know that what I did was wrong, but I had no idea it would
lead to this. I spend most of my life now with my son's asshole in my face, and
some of it with his cock in my face or up my ass. Nobody at work or anywhere
would believe our set-up, but I'm powerless to do anything about it. No matter
how flattering it is when Adam and I go to a bar and a woman flirts with me, I
am never allowed to let it go anywhere but I certainly can't tell her the
reason: because that night when I get home my son is going to beat me with a
belt, fuck my man butt, and relieve himself by making me eat his shit!

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