Adam's Dad - Part 3

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

Triggers: Rough, kink.

“See you tomorrow” Adam said, pulling his bag over his shoulder as he followed his mom out to the car.

“See you” I smiled, standing next to Tom at the front door, my heart pounding and my cock throbbing.

We watched the two of them get into the car, and waved once more as they drove away. It was only four o’ clock, and I had no idea how the rest of the evening would go, until Tom placed his hand around the back of my neck and squeezed gently.

“Now there’s nobody to interrupt us” he said, his fingers digging into my flesh.

Tom returned to the living room and I followed him sheepishly. I’d never been as aroused in my life, and I knew that the underwear that I’d been wearing for the last two days were now destroyed in pre-cum, as well as the beer that he’d dumped in my asshole the night before. Needless to say, it hadn’t lasted long inside me.

“I gave you an order last night, Noah” he said, crossing his legs and glaring at me, “I told you to keep the beer inside your warm little cunt, didn’t I?”

“Y… Yes daddy”.

“Something’s telling me that you failed. Am I right?”

I nodded.

“Do you know what happens when you disobey me?”

I swallowed and shook my head, and Tom lifted his knee and tapped it.

“You’re about to”.

The man reached out and wrapped his hand around my wrist. I was no match for his strength, and with no trouble at all, he threw me over his knee, and I gasped.

“I hope you’re ready for this, son” he said, and landed a heavy blow to my clothed ass which made me grunt.

My hard cock pressed into his knee as he spanked me again. It wasn’t particularly sore, considering my pants were still on, but it was certainly humiliating to be bent over Adam’s dad’s knee. Another spank, another wince.

“You’re going to count them out, boy” he snarled, whacking me again, “nice and loud”.

“Four!”

Whack.

“Five!”

Whack.

“Ouch! Six”

Whack.

Despite the fact that my pants were on, the repeated spankings were beginning to sting. It was a pain that both burned and aroused, and I knew that my ass was becoming red underneath.

After ten, Tom hoisted me up and hooked his fingers into my trousers. He slid them down the back of my throbbing ass and rubbed it with his shovel like hand.

“Start over” he ordered, and ploughed my butt cheeks.

These ones hurt far more. I winced with each heavy strike, and kicked my legs up when we reached five.

“Owww!” I mewled, feeling the heat from my ass as the spanking continued.

I expected the punishment to stop after ten, but Tom continued.

“That’s not how my spankings work, son” he growled, spanking me twenty times over my underwear, until tears welled in my eyes.

“Now it’s time to really teach you a lesson” he said sternly, and dragged my boxer briefs down to my knees.

“Please!” I whimpered, though my cock was pouring pre-cum and I’d never been as horny in my life.

“Count!” He spat, and his heavy palm connected perfectly with my blazing ass.

“Oh fuck!” I gasped, throwing my hands back to protect myself as the pain burned through me.

“We’ll keep going until you start the count, boy”.

Another one, and my entire body shook as the sting sizzled.

“One!” I hissed.

“Two!”

“Oh shit! Three!”

Tears dripped from the end of my nose as I reached thirty. I couldn’t work out how I felt about it. My ass burned violently, as though somebody had set a match to it, and each beat of my heart sent the pain rushing through me. Yet, had the spanking lasted much longer, I was almost certain that I would have orgasmed on his lap. Tom rubbed my backside with his rough hand, and stood me between his legs.

“You wanted to be treated like a slut, right?” He asked, holding my hips as tears and pre-cum dripped to the floor.

“Y… Yes” I sniffled.

“And you disobeyed me, right?”

I nodded.

“So, disobedient sluts get punished, now clean up your mess before you get another sixty”.

Tom pointed to the growing pool of bodily fluids on the floor between his legs, and without thinking, I got to my hands and knees and began to lick it up. As I did, my best friend’s father kicked off his shoes and placed his bare feet on the back of my head.

“I’m going to have a lot of fun tonight, Noah” he told me, clenching his toes into my hair, “you’re not, but I am”.

I can’t describe the pleasure that I derived from the cruel treatment. It felt right. It felt like this was what I was born to do. There I was, naked, sobbing, and licking the floor with a spanked ass, whilst feeling Tom’s bare feet on my head. I’d never experienced anything like it before.

“I didn’t tell you to get up” he said, when I finished and tried to sit back. He pushed his foot under my face, and wiggled his toes. “Clean them” he demanded, and I almost orgasmed at the words.

I ran my tongue along the man’s foot, and instantly tasted the ripe flavours. My lips closed around his big toe, and I sucked it with as much determination as I would have if it was his cock in my mouth instead. He lifted it higher, allowing me to clean his warm, damp sole, and I did so gladly.

Tom lifted his second foot as he watched the television, and I repeated the process. His taste covered me, and he finally stared at me as though I was nothing but dirt.

“You’re enjoying this, boy, huh?” He asked, and tapped my exposed ball sack with his foot, slowly increasing the force until I winced at each one.

“Yes sir” I swallowed, trying to remain in place as his kicks became harder.

“Don’t move” he told me, a curl to his lip, “hands on your head”.

I obeyed him as the pain began to dart through my kidneys. Each kick hurt more than the last until Tom was pummelling my balls.

“Ahh!” I gasped, but he continued.

“Stay right where you are”.

I crumpled a moment later. The dull ache became too much, and I doubled over, grasping my tender sack.

“Such a naughty little slut” he sneered, “perhaps we should redden that ass a little more”.

“No!” I gasped, “no, please!”

He watched me on the ground. I could feel his eyes burn into the back of my head, and I heard him laugh a moment later.

“I have a big surprise for you tonight, boy” he said, grabbing a handful of my hair and dragging me back to my knees, “but in order to get it, you’re going to have to impress me”.

I blinked back at him. What surprise could possibly be better than the one he was already giving me? He cleared his throat and spat directly in my face, and I became breathless as it drooled down my eyes and cheeks.

Tom got to his feet, and I stared up at him, still covered in his saliva. I watched as the handsome, burly man peeled off his shirt and exposed his hairy torso. I’d seen it once before when we’d gone swimming together, and the image had remained in my wank-bank ever since.

The hair was thick, black and covering the entirety of his chest and stomach. It carpeted every inch, and led down his pants as well as up under his armpits. I drooled as I watched.

“On your feet, slut” he ordered, and dragged me up by my hair, before lifting his thick arm, and slamming my face directly into the coarse, wet confines of his armpit.

“Clean it all up, bitch” he told me, and his man-stink made my eyes roll.

I could feel his sweat spread across my face. It was strong, heavy and toxic, and each breath sent shivers of pleasure through my stiff cock. I ran my tongue along the flesh and hair, tasting the sharp saltiness from him, and continued as he held me in place.

“What would Adam think of you now?” He asked, digging my face in harder as I licked up his sweat, “seeing his best friend being such a filthy little whore”.

I reached down for my cock. I needed release, but Tom yanked my arm away.

“The next time you touch that pathetic little thing, I’ll whip it raw”.

I didn’t doubt him. I whimpered into his armpit and continued until he revealed the other one, and by the time I was finished, my entire face was soaking in Tom’s sweat, and his flavours were permanently stuck to my tongue.

“On your knees” he snarled, and I almost gasped as I watched him unbutton his jeans.

I dropped down, eager to finally get the one thing I’d been dreaming about for far too long, and Tom unzipped until I could see the fabric of his briefs.

“Thirsty, slut?” He grinned, and stuffed his hand inside before dragging out the same beautiful cock that I’d seen two nights previous.

Of course I was thirsty. I was thirsty for Tom’s load, and I was finally going to get it.

His cock was soft, but still larger than my own one, hard. I remembered the slap I’d gotten the night before when I tried to touch him without permission, so I sat back on my ankles and waited.

“Are you ready, boy?” He asked, and I nodded eagerly.

Tom plucked his thick rod between his thumb and finger, and I opened my mouth and leaned forward. I waited for the feeling of his warm cock to finally enter my mouth, but instead, a jet of hot piss burst from his slit and covered my face.

I fell backwards, choking on the splashes that had gotten into my mouth, and Tom stood over me, pouring his urine down onto me as I lay there, confused and wildly aroused.

“You’re nothing but a toilet, Noah” he said, spraying his dark yellow piss all over my half naked body. “Drink up, slut”.

I’d never even considered this before. It felt disgusting, yet extremely hot. I could think of nothing more humiliating, as the ripe, salty liquid drenched me. Tom was marking his territory, and I was happy to oblige as I gulped mouthfuls of piss into my stomach, and showered in his filth.

“Take off your t-shirt” he told me, when finally he’d emptied himself, and I lay there, dripping yellow.

I wiped my face. The heavy stench of piss stuck to me like glue, but I obeyed him and stripped the last of my clothing off in the pool below.

“You’ll wear this until you leave” he said, and pulled out an old leather dog collar from his back pocket.

He wrapped it around my neck, and clasped it shut at the back before rubbing my piss soaked hair.

“I’d like you to meet some of my friends” he whispered, in a voice that both excited and terrified me.

The doorbell rang, and my eyes widened in terror.

“Wait… Tom…” I gawped up at him, as he stuffed his wet cock back into his pants and walked towards the door.

“Don’t worry, Noah” he smiled, “you only know some of them”.