Father, I guess people - you - are judging me harshly about this. I don't have any excuses - we're actually not harming anyone else. If this is a sin, well, I guess it's a sin. Somehow it just doesn't seem like the kind of sin that is destroying our food, our lives, our environment for our children and grandchildren to come...I didn't send the photos of Scotty off to my Father-in-Law, I thought I'd like to see his response in person.
The following Sunday I allowed him to begin sucking me off after I'd given his arse a thorough warming with my bare hand. The sight of his ridiculous fat arse, upturned, squirming, blushing from creamy white to rosy red with each slap of my hand really got my juices flowing. His too. I tied his balls and cock so the tender skin was tightly stretched and then over my knees for a nice leisurely spanking. Every slap, every twitch, tortured the old boy's crank, pinching and twisting the skin agonizingly.
He grunted and groaned, but he realized the most comfortable thing to do was nothing. Lie still and take it. Despite the pain, despite the galling humiliation, his pre-cum just leaked out his cock, unabated.
"You said you wouldn't spank me if I didn't play with my cock, and I haven't!"
I liked the way his eyes brimmed with tears. The way he knelt before me. The way I didn't have to ask him, he just did it.
I presented him with my cock. He wrapped his lips around it without further comment, shut his eyes, and got on with the very manly act of giving me his full attention. He was good. I don't know where he learned it from, but I guess a man should have some inkling about what a man likes. Feeling his tongue worshipping my cock was blissful and I could've stayed there with it.
I leaned forward and grabbed his tits and pinched them good and hard. The old boy's eyes popped open, startled.
"I - I'm sorry, Sir," he blustered, "Did I do something wrong?"
He looked frightened.
I hesitated. I pressed my foot, sock still on, down on his cock, and jiggled his trussed up balls. I pinched his tits again, twisting them until he gasped with pain.
I leaned over by his ear and whispered, "Get on the bed, and spread 'em. I've got a special little treat for you."
I let him decide how he was going to be taken. No-one can say I'm a control freak. When I fuck my father-in-law he decides whether he's on his back, over an edge, belly down, or, today's option, on his knees with his nose in the pillows, legs wide apart.
Perfect.
He reached around and pulled his cheeks apart, displaying the sensitive, dark rosebud of his arse hole. I couldn't resist lightly stroking and teasing the tender skin, lifting the musky waft from his most intimate self. I pulled off one of my socks, rolled it up to the sweaty toe, and then unrolled it over his bound cock and balls. He couldn't see me smile at his discomfort, and he bore the brunt of humiliation in silence. He looked great wearing his cotton/wool blend coloured condom.
"Don't move!"
I could see the tension in his muscles as he strained to hold his cheeks apart. I used the other sock to slowly wipe vaseline on his arse. Vaseline. How old school is that? I was thorough, applying three coats of the grease. Teasing his arse was just fun, especially as his arms had begun to shake from the strain.
"You're moving! I told you not to!"
He sunk his head down, knowing that I'd punish him for this transgression.
"Lift your head, open your mouth!"
I rolled up the vaseline coated sock, fresh and fragrant from his arse, and shoved it into his mouth. He grunted, and he screwed up his face, but he accepted it willingly. I pushed my finger into my arse and rubbed it along his top lip, and repeated, making sure his nostrils were anointed with my ripeness. He sniffed, and sniffed again. He was so easy to please, it made pleasing him a pleasure.
"You know I will have to punish you for your disobedience, don't you?"
He nodded, his regret and fear was plain to see.
I got off the bed, grabbed a couple of his neck ties, pulled his hands off his arse, and tied them together. He groaned, fearful.
"Do you think I might have to give you a taste of the leather again?"
He looked at me out of the corner of his eye. I pulled the belt out of my pants, and shook it at him.
"Is that what you want?"
He shook his head.
I draped the cold, heavy belt delicately over his back, and smoothed it over his cringing, naked ass. I let it tickle in his hairs in his arse cleft.
I got close to his ear, and whispered, "I don't think I'm going to strap you today. I have a special little treat for you. If you are good, that is. Are you going to be a good boy today?"
He nodded, and I saw him spread his legs even further apart. He'll do anything to avoid a thrashing.
I can't say that I blame him.
I also noticed that he was squeezing his butt cheeks, flexing, dry thrusting his cock against the cords and the wrap of the sock. My father-in-law was turned on in spite of it all. I found him so desirable like this, trussed up and hotted up; a happy combination of fear and lust.
Fuckable.
I stroked my hand around his throat, and felt him swallow. He felt vulnerable, exposed, his fine-grained skin between my fingers. I held him, feeling his pulse, his breaths, him swallowing. It was like holding a dog for deportment judging. He sensed it too, and he adjusted his stance - straightened his back, spread his legs, ready for showing off I thought. I rewarded him by slipping a finger into his arse hole, and then a second; slowly drawing them out and relentlessly plunging back in. He swallowed and snuffled with pleasure into the pillows.
"You like this, don't you boy?"
He murmured in agreement.
"Good boy," I said, patting his thinning hair. I wondered how his doctor had responded. He was certainly happy for my fingers to be working his hole over, caressing his prostate, pleasure on pleasure. His arse hole was gripping my fingers as he approached ever nearer to his orgasm.
"Do you want your little treat today?"
He murmured agreement and nodded.
"Close your eyes, it's surprise."
I pushed my fingers harder into his arse to pull his attention back. I found my phone, and dug out a photo of Scotty.
I put the phone close so he would have a perfect view, and then with another finger thrust, invited him to look. His eyes opened, and then widened. I kept working his arse over and over, a nice steady rhythm. He looked puzzled. I pulled my fingers out, slapped his arse hard, and shoved them back in, working to the rhythm.
"Pay attention!"
He groaned, but straightened up. I continued to work my fingers in and out of his arse hole.
"This is a photo of our new friend. Yes, I took the photo. No. He's not from around here, but he wants to play with us. I thought maybe we could take a weekend and go visit him."
My father-in-law couldn't take his eyes off Scotty's photo. I knew his mind would be working overtime. I wanted to hear what he had to say, so I pulled the sock out of his mouth. He spat out some lint.
"You are kidding, right? You didn't take that photo, you didn't. Did you?"
I was about to pull my fingers out and slap him hard when he remembered.
"Did you, Sir?"
"I did. I showed him your striptease last week while I was away and he wants to meet you."
"Oh no, please, Sir, no. No. Please, Sir..."
"If you feel strongly about it..."
"I do. Please Sir, no. I, I ..."
He lapsed into silence, waiting, knowing.
I started to softly stroke his cock in time with finger-fucking his arse. He squirmed with arousal.
I started quietly so he could just hear me over his panting breaths. "You've said no to me three times. How should I respond to this disobedience?"
His body stiffened. Silence apart from the sticky sounds of his body being worked on and his breathing.
"Hmmm?"
"Please, Sir, please strap me as you wish, do what you want, but please don't involve someone else. Please."
"Is that your best offer?"
His cock was hard, the sock binding was damp with his sweat and pre-cum. His arse was tightening around my fingers, he was going to cum very soon.
"I don't know what else to say, Sir."
"Well, see, now here's the thing. I see you haven't stopped looking at this cock since I showed you. There's no point in looking away now. Your cock is about to burst, and I can feel that you want me in you more than anything else you've wanted this week. You do want me to fuck you? Correct?"
"Yes Sir, yes I do. Very much."
After such a gracious invitation what else could I do?
I knelt and teased his arse hole with my cock head. The old boy moaned and tried to push back against me, wanting to feel my cock impale him. I reached out and held his soft hands, and he gripped mine hard. I knew he loved me more than he dared speak. Tying his hands was really just a token, something for show. In reality we would no sooner harm each other than fly to the moon. I gently slid my cock into his welcoming warmth and I heard him sigh with satisfaction.
I took a deep breath and began to slowly, indulgently thrust into him. He moaned with each slow thrust, holding fiercely on to my hands. It felt like riding a stallion. I controlled the movements, I controlled his body and I controlled his will. Fucking my father-in-law was a thorough pleasure like no other pleasure I could imagine. I slowed down my thrusts to prolong my pleasure, smiling at his protests, as he begged for me to bring him to orgasm.
"Please," he pleaded, "Please."
I tried to control myself but I couldn't hold back, and I pulled his hands towards me as though they were reins and began to slam into him. I felt him stiffen and then the unmistakeable writhe as he began to cum, and I couldn't take it any more. My cock throbbed and, with a growl from somewhere deep inside me, I pumped a load of my creamy sperm into his sweaty body.
I waited until I'd drained my balls and then I pushed him aside, and we both flopped on the bed.
"You better untie me soon so I can get us cleaned up. They'll be home soon."
Ever practical, the old man.
"So, next Friday, we're flying up for a weekend to look at the hot rods."
He looked at me and laughed.
"You've got to be kidding."
I laughed too.
"No, there's a convention, exhibition, open day, display, festival, rally - call it what you will - of hot rods, custom cars, and I thought you'd enjoy the break away. Nice meals, some beers, and time to play."
I gave his arse a friendly slap. He jumped at the sting, but grinned back.
"And this guy ... that you downloaded off the internet?" He nodded towards my phone.
"Yeah, Scotty. He's bought the tickets for us, and we're staying with him. Like I said, he's looking forward to meeting you."
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