Father Bocce's confessional: April 2014

I'm sorry, Father. Part of me wishes I didn't have this thing for my Father-in-law, but I do. It gives me pleasure to give him some pain and some pleasure too - there's not that much joy in his life I guess, and at the heart of this, I love him, and he knows it...

I rang the old boy between meetings in the morning. What is it about Mondays? Everyone wants to get going with the week, and their idea of getting action is to have inaction with a meeting.

"Very good morning my friend, how are you feeling today?"

"Just fine, thank you. And you?"

His belligerent phone answer turned immediately into warm honey tones. It's not that he's really that grumpy, but it's become some sort of habit. At least he'd lost that approach when dealing with me, and his long suffering wife and daughter. I knew they were looking forward to having a girls weekend.

"Terrific. I'm looking forward to the weekend, are you?"

"Yes, I am."

He sounded genuinely excited, and I was happy to hear it.

"I was wondering if you could do me a favour. I've got back-to-back meetings today and I can't get out, I was wondering if you could do a little shopping for me..."

"Sure," he said, "Happy to help. What do you need?"

"You're sure it's not inconvenient?"

"No," he said, "I've got to go out to get some groceries anyway, so what can I get for you?"

So warm and accommodating. The man's like a loveable teddy bear.

"Well, I want you to go to the supermarket, pick yourself out a nice pair of pantyhose, and, when you come home, I want to see photos of you wearing them."

There was absolute silence from the other end of the phone.

"Do you understand? When you get home, strip off your undies, put the pantyhose on. And leave them on. Do not take them off until I tell you."

"Oh Christ," he said, "No. No way. This is crazy. You are fucking mad! I'm not doing it."

"Listen to me, you old shit," I hissed into the phone, "You will. You will because you know I will share the photos and video of you without giving it a second thought."

I swear I could hear his angry pulse throbbing.

"But you know the real reason why you will? Because right now your cock is getting hard at the thought of having the pantyhose on. Isn't it?"

I could hear him breathing. There was a little whimpering sound.

"Isn't it?"

Finally, feebly, "Yes, Sir."

"I'm sick of you wasting my time with these ridiculous delaying bullshit tactics. Get off your fat arse, get down to the mall. Buy some pantyhose. Go to the restroom and put them on. I don't care what you do with your tighty-whities, wear 'em on your head for all I care; but the only thing you're wearing as underwear for the next few days is pantyhose. If I don't get photos from you in the next hour you won't be able to sit down once all weekend. Get going, right now!"

I closed the phone with a snap before he could reply. I knew he'd be turned on by the idea even though part of him was frightened. I imagined him driving down the mall with his cock dribbling all the way. He'd stop in the car, and have a sneaky few strokes while he rearranged his cock. Too bad I wasn't there, I could remember how he smelled, what his cock tasted like. I was desperate to go and jerk off, but I wanted to wait for my pictures. Live and direct to my phone.

The next 30 minutes went past with agonizing slowness. My cock was demanding release, and I was squirming with the pent-up arousal. 45 minutes. Come on old man, where's my sweetness? 55 minutes...

And then my phone buzzed. I jumped, startled.

There he was, his cock lovingly encased, straining against the tension of the relentless black nylon. Dear God, it doesn't get better than this. Saves you. One strap with my leather belt per minute late. You don't know how close you came.

Me: Yu look proud

Pa-in-Law: Yep hardon feel gud
Me: No playin!
Me: Dont take em off til I tell yu

Pa-in-Law: Hardon hurting me
Me: No playin!

Pa-in-Law: How am I supoosed to hav shower?
Me: Is yr ass dirty?
Me: ?
Me: ??

Pa-in-Law: No
Me: Yu can wash throu yr pantys
Me: Don't take em off no playin or yu have leather belt on yr ass not nylon
Me: Understand?
Me: ?
Me: ??

Pa-in-Law: Yes
Me: ?

Pa-in-Law: Sir. Yes Sir
Me: Thats better. Go home make lunch for yr wife. I'll check in tonite

Pa-in-Law: Yes Sir hav a gd day

I closed my phone with a satisfied click. My cock was dribbling with joy. I know my mother-in-law will be delirious with joy if her grumpy old man makes her food. Hell, he could serve her a crust of bread and she'd be happy.

The thought of how the old boy serves me was too much, I needed some relief. I got up to go for the washroom when a client called me. I sat there talking to my client, feeling my cock go limp.

An hour later, and the mood had passed. I began thinking about whether Scotty was still up for the weekend. I sent him a text.

Me: Yu hot for the weekend?

Scotty: YESSIR!
Me: Prove it

Scotty: Just thinking bout yu. Giv me a minut.
Me: Sure yu were. Prove it

My phone buzzed, and there it was.

Me: Proof enough. Check yr email, sending instructions

I emailed the same instructions I'd give the old boy, without the time demands. We're just getting started and I didn't want to rush him.

I'd no sooner got the email sorted when my phone rang. It was the old boy.

"Yes?"

"Please Sir, I have to take a piss."

"A very pleasant afternoon, thank you, and you?"

"I'm sorry, Sir, good afternoon."

"Yes, now what did you want?"

"Please Sir, I need to take a piss."

I could hear the edginess in his voice. He needed to, no doubt in my mind.

"And what are you prepared to offer for this privilege?"

Silence. I heard him breath in and out heavily, the breath of acceptance.

"Whatever you desire."

"How full are you exactly?"

"Please Sir, I haven't had a piss for two, nearly three hours. I'm desperate. Please?"

"I should think that would make for a good long piss, don't you?"

"Yes Sir."

I heard his voice break a little.

"Are you holding on to your cock like a little boy who needs to pee?"

"Yes Sir, yes I am, please, I need to pee!"

"Is your cock hard?"

"Yes Sir, yes."

"I see, so, despite my strict instructions, a few minutes later you are playing with yourself - again."

Silence.

"Well?"

Reluctantly, "Yes Sir."

"Very well then. A good belting is in order. I think over this weekend where it will be witnessed. This evening I will enjoy the feeling of your soft lips and warm tongue on my cock."

A brief silence, followed by a genuinely grateful sounding, "Thank you Sir."

"You may roll the top down enough for you to piss. Your balls must stay inside. You may go."

"Thank you Sir."

I found myself rolling my fingertips back and forth, feeling the pads and the soft flesh. I imagined it was his tender nipples and I squeezed my fingertips tighter and tighter, rolling the flesh harder...

That evening I called over to their house. The mother-in-law was gushing about how the old boy had rummaged up lunch, and she'd really liked it even though she'd had to clean up after him.

"So, a really good lunch then? Marks out of ten?"

"Eight. Eight out of ten."

"Well, maybe he'll do better tomorrow. Is he out in the workshop?"

I found the old boy pottering around in his workshop. He smiled when he saw me. I strode up to him, undid his belt, and dropped his jeans without so much as a hello. He staggered backwards a little, and then stepped forward. I stroked his cock through the sheer mesh. He was semi hard to start with, and it only took a few strokes before his cock was raring to go. I looked up and he smiled shyly.

"So, how do it feel to be dressed like a woman?"

He wanted to be angry, but he couldn't help himself.

"It feels - feels - amazing. Every time I bend over or move or cross my legs - anything - my cock goes crazy. No wonder women wear these things."

I laughed at him. And he laughed too.

He looked up at me. I nodded.

"Get to work, bitch!"