The Father-in-Law's story - part 7

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!"

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The Father-in-Law's story - part 6

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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