Several years ago, I married a woman and adopted her daughter. Both of them ended up not being what I bargained for. My wife became more distant, and we discovered she had some sort of BPD, so she's on heavy medication and I'm basically her caregiver. My stepdaughter is now my stepson. There have been no operations and not even any hormones, but he's adamant he's now my stepson, and we call him Kurt.
He is now 18, but out of love for him and his mother, I continue to provide and care for both of them. As long as we all understand that while he lives in my house, he follows my rules, everyone wins. Which is why when I find the camera set up and realize he's uploading filth to a site called SexFriends on the internet, I just about lost it.
I'm a reasonable guy, but when I have to call my step daughter a he and then I see the pictures? Something had to be done, some form of punishment had to administered. Initially I was angry, so angry in fact that as Kurt sat there, red faced, probably scared already, I started to take off my belt. His face spasmed in horror at this, those pouty lips forming an "O", and I told him to pull down his pants, or I'd do it for him.
As satisfying as that might have been, he did it. Just dropped them right then and there, still looking like a puppy about to get whipped. I'd like to say I told him it was going to hurt him worse than me, but the truth is, I enjoyed it. And it hurt like hell, I'm sure. I put my poor dear stepchild over my knee, and I gave that plump, round ass a good spank. He flinched at that, and let out a little whimper, and I hadn't even hit him that hard.
And another. And another. I could hear Kurt stifling his cries, he's pretty much, what the kids call EMO, so I'm expecting him to start crying, but he doesn't. He just wiggles his perfect little shapely butt, and settles in. So, I give him a really good smack, and he yells, and I'm looking at those reddened cheeks on display, and then I start with the belt. I give him a few decent smacks with my doubled-up belt, same as my daddy did to me, and I'm admiring the welts that are appearing; angry red streaks upon a field of pearly white flesh. Then, as I run my hand over his smooth round ass, admiring my handy work, I realize I'm getting hard. Worse yet? I think Kurt is realizing it too.
As I said, I consider myself to be a decent man, I try to be patient, kind and understanding. I've always tried to take care of Kurt and her, er, his mom and be respectful of Kurt's wishes. I took Kurt shopping for clothes and picked him up when he was in uncomfortable situations, and even on a few fishing trips. But I must tell you, seeing him there, on my lap, that ass there in its full red splotched glory, that something woke in me. A tiny, burning need, that I quickly tried to extinguish.
Frankly, it just made me angrier. And I think Kurt sensed this, because now he decided to struggle. It was useless, but I appreciated his efforts. He tried rolling off my lap, and I reached out to grab him and caught hold of one of his breasts. One of Kurt's most amazing assets, his pillowy, womanly boobs. I'm sure some of you have seen them, and I'm sure he's quite proud of them, and why wouldn't he be? They're magnificent, all milky with those perky pink, round nipples. He sure didn't get those from his mom.
I grabbed Kurt by the hair, and stumbling, led him across the room to my desk, where I produced a pair of scissors and cut his shirt off him. He looked really scared now, like I was going to stab him or something. It probably didn't help that I was laughing at him as the sliced remnants of his shirt fell to the floor and around his pants, now bunched around his ankles. And I'll let you in on a little secret. He had on the cutest little pair of panties. I would still give him a pair once or twice a year on his birthday or Christmas, and he would roll his eyes when he saw them, and here he was wearing them. It almost made me feel bad for what I was going to do next.
And there it was, my son, held in place in front of me by my grip on his shoulder length hair, his perfect little lips quivering and his beautiful eyes welling up in tears. His chest was heaving as he breathed in gasps, and as I watched those full, perfect breasts rising and falling, I couldn't help myself. I reached out a hand to grab one, in all his naked glory, and let me tell you, it was every bit as amazing as you'd expect. Firm and not saggy, with a good weight to them, I had never held such breasts as these in my hand, and I probably never will again.
I was probably rougher than I wanted to be, but it was so easy to get carried away, which is why I found myself leaning over Kurt's chest, his back arched as I pulled his head away from me, and my mouth found itself sucking those now hardened nipples, as if I was going to get whisky from them. My tongue danced over them, and he winced and whimpered a little as my teeth bit gently down. I got so carried away I had to catch Kurt from falling backwards, and gently lay him on the couch.
I'd like to say I don't know what came over me, that I had too much to drink or wasn't in my right mind, but I have no excuse. My pants went down in a flash, and my cock sprang out from over the waistband of my boxers, as I straddled Kurt's stomach, and started sliding my prick between his breasts. He couldn't really struggle too much with me on him, and my hands held him down as they also pushed his milky white tits together, still wet and sloppy with my spit. I started to stroke between his cleavage, in what was a long and soft sleeve that felt heavenly on my meat.
I think he was more surprised than anything, his tears had stopped, and he stared at me, mouth agape, in wonderment. That mouth, forming that "O" shape. I leaned forward, the tip of my cock tapping the bottom of his chin. Hoping he'd lower his head and greet it with his tongue. I'd have risen and face fucked him, hands grasping the sides of his head as my hips would piston my cock in and out of his mouth, spittle pouring out the sides as he gagged and choked on it, and I'd grunt as...
But he didn't do that. So, I fucked his breasts for another minute, as another idea came into my head. I pulled back, released his breasts (reluctantly) and stood up, much to Kurt's short-lived relief. I think maybe he thought I was done, that maybe I wouldn't cum all over my stepson, and maybe he was partly right. I stood over him, idly stroking my swollen cock, and then I leaned over and pulled his legs apart, saying I wanted to get a look at his little boy dick. My head moved in, and I fingered his vulva, pulling the lips apart. I slid my finger up his slit to his clit, and with my thumb and forefinger popped it out so it was naked and exposed.
I brought my face up to it to see it more closely, literally watching it swell at my touch before my eyes. I wondered if he'd ever had his dick sucked, and before I even thought about it, my mouth was over his boy pussy, and my lips were wrapping around his dick, as I sucked it into my mouth. Kurt grabbed at my hair trying to push me away, but it didn't matter. I was clamped on and not going anywhere. My tongue was merciless with it, and my teeth occasionally joined in the onslaught. Punching and swirling I probed and poked and teased that clit until it was swollen and engorged, my fully erect Kurt, as I forced him to endure head by the mouth of his stepfather.
I'll let you in on a little secret. I don't care if you've got girl parts or boy parts, if you use your tongue to write the alphabet, or erotic literature, on a clit or prick, you are in control. Kurt had laid back, I could see his hands pinching his nipples as I looked at his face, his eyes closed. From the smell and the wetness, I knew he was going to cum. My mouth was coated in his fragrant juices, as his hips started to rise to meet my mouth, and I could hear him choking back moans that he could no longer suppress as his body shuddered under me, and he cried out, yelling, fuck, fuck, fuck, and then moaning for a while as I continued to suck and tongue his sweet little clit.
I was pretty engorged now myself, and overcome with a heat in my loins, and when Kurt yelled out Fuck me (it might have just been fuck, but whatever), I couldn't stop myself and instantly positioned myself over him. My now raging hard on slid between his pretty pussy lips, and we both gasped as the thick head penetrated his now saturated cunny, and I smoothly buried every inch up to the hilt in my stepson's tight hole. And there I was when I imagined Kurt pregnant.
It was a fleeting thought, easily flushed from my mind in the heat of passion, and my straining desire, to, well, breed him. But that's what I did, I bred him. I pulled his legs up to my chest and started fucking that pussy as deeply as I could. I didn't jackhammer away at him like I might have when I was younger, I steadily and relentlessly, almost thoughtfully bred him. From tip to base my cock cleanly and steadily disappeared and reappeared. With a free hand I could rub his little boy dick, and soon Kurt was wantonly moving his arms, his eyes unfocused and dreamy, as I felt him shudder under me again as he let out a series of fucks...
I was starting to feel it too, as I quickened my pace and tried to fuck him ever deeper as his tight cunt gripped me as if to milk me of my seed, and I knew it wouldn't be long.
After he finished cumming, Kurt vaguely focused on me and uttered one word: Daddy. He has never called me that. He's always called me by my first name. Here I was getting ready to cum in my stepson's fertile womb, and now he calls me Daddy?
I lost it. I could feel my balls tightening, looking at my sons glazed look, as he pulled me closer, and I started pounding him as fast as I could for longer than I thought, still idly fingering his little boy cock. That familiar feeling welled up in me and I could feel my semen building for the assault. With a final, violent thrust, I rammed my cock against his cervix and felt the first burst of cum shoot from my head and splash inside him. And another mighty spasm had me sending more cum into my stepson's greedy pussy. I felt my dick pulsing and my balls draining as wave after wave of warm, seed-rich cum pumped into his waiting womb, and he clung to me tightly as he shuddered again, murmuring over and over: cum in me daddy.
Afterwards, spent, I collapsed on him, and absent mindedly started fingering one of his breasts. We lay there for a time and then I arose to get dressed, and he did the same. None of my cum had leaked out of him, and I wondered if I'll become a real father to his baby. The rest of his punishment is not being allowed to use his SexFriends page, but we know he won't be able to resist, and when he does, I'll have to punish him again. I can't wait.
So, I devised a new punishment for Kurt. Yesterday morning, I told him we were going to camp for some fishing. Lately, he hasn't been all into that, but he cheerfully agreed (calling me daddy again). The outfit he chose to wear for being out in the woods was questionable (but sexy), but then so was the gear I had packed. For some reason Kurt did not question the lack of fishing gear.
It was a beautiful, partly cloudy Spring Day, unseasonably warm. Perfect weather for a weekend in the woods. After several kilometers of dirt road, we got to the turnout, parked, and I started loading the gear into the wagon for the short trek to our camp. It's remote enough, with one other family sharing it, and I knew they wouldn't be around. He didn't question the lengths of 2x4, or the rope, or the iron rods, and chattered amiably about the week at work. In no time we had arrived.
I set up the tent with Kurt helping, and got a fire going, and soon we had a pot of tea, which we both started drinking. I started making some further preparations; a roll of duct tape cut into lengths and folded on itself, making thinner strips of tough material. An old shirt ripped to provide strips of cloth. Kurt became curious by this time and wondered what I was doing. I think he thought I was trying to get him alone so I could continue some of the punishment he liked, and he was partially right.
Which leads us to why Kurt was shortly thereafter shirtless (not what he thought it would be) with his wrists tied behind his back. I had gone at him with the blindfold but then thought better of it, maybe he should see what I was doing. Not going to lie, I don't think I'll ever get tired of seeing shirtless Kurt. It's so satisfying to free him of that bra and watch those magnificent tits heaving in the sunlight, the cool spring air making those nipples stiffen and stand at attention. It was really rather distracting. Adjusting my pants, I continued.
I used the lengths of 2x4 to elevate a log about 3 feet in the air, and it needed to be sturdy for both our weight. It took me a little while to get that going, with Kurt asking me what I was doing and starting to whine about being uncomfortable and suggesting he needed some punishment. And he was right. So, I gave him a few sips of cooling tea and started a little early.
I removed my pants and underwear, much to his delight. He tried to stand, but I pushed him down again. Now, it was time to blindfold him. He didn't resist much, but I'm not sure he liked the direction this was going. I was a bit rough, and at one point slapped his face and called him a dirty whore. "Shut up and sit there," I told him, and then he silently listened to me rummaging through my backpack. I produced one of those magic wand things, battery powered and went ahead to gather his hair in a huge clump with one hand and place the large bulb of wand on his clothed pussy with the other. I turned it on and set it to the medium setting and Kurt jumped, or at least as much as he could with me gripping him by the hair, and as he opened his mouth in surprise, I shoved my stiffened cock in it.
At this point I'll add that I strongly suggest you never try that, because unless the mouth is open wide enough, and the recipient is aware, the potential for collateral damage by teeth is great. I scraped all the way to the base as I forced it in, and while Kurt managed to get his mouth in order quickly, it still hurt, a lot. I must have looked quite the sight with my one arm down, holding the wand to his pussy, the other firmly grasping his hair, yelling in pain as my hips were moving in unison with his head I was jerking as I literally face fucked him.
The pain subsided as I grew closer to climax, and I could hear Kurt making his little noises that signaled he was getting closer too. I jacked the wand up all the way and pressed it more firmly against him, as I realized I was getting closer. I could feel him adjusting his position slightly and knew he was getting close. When I sensed he was just about there I abruptly pulled the wand away and dropped it to the side, still buzzing on the ground, and pulled my cock out of his mouth. Jerking my meat with my now free hand, I pulled his face over and held it near me so he could hear the sound of my spit slathered cock being stroked, and then I gathered up my first blast of cum, hitting him on the nose, followed by a second shot on the cheek, and then smaller splatters on his lips and chin, before dribbling the rest on his cheeks and painting it on his face with my prick before wiping off the remnants in his hair. Kurt just sat there, whimpering, his breathing hard as I released his hair and retrieved the still buzzing wand that I turned off. "I think I liked fucking your throat better than that whore cunt" I told him, and he simply sat there pouting, chin quivering. I removed the blindfold and was now free to continue my work without distraction.
Kurt was getting very curious. This was obviously not going as he expected. I basically ignored his hesitant questions, and I think he became more and more nervous as he realized I was building some sort of rack, lengths of 2x4 and some poles, tied to larger trees. Sturdy enough to immobilize and restrain someone twice Kurt's size. The nice thing about all this was that once I was done, everything could be quickly dismantled leaving no evidence that I had basically created a little dungeon out here in the woods...
Satisfied that the structures were sturdy enough, I strode over to Kurt and pushed him back. Off balance, he couldn't resist much when I pulled his entirely impractical shoes off. I told him how cute his shoes were and how they made his legs look shapely as I casually discarded them a few feet away. Likewise, I complimented him on the shorts he wore, as I pulled them off and tossed them aside. His panties were really cute, and I knew he had selected them especially for me. "You won't be needing these whore panties anymore", I told him, and he watched in horror as I tossed them in the fire.
I reached over and picked up the magic wand, turned it up to high, and again forced it against his now exposed vulva. He started to squirm and tried to close his legs. I couldn't allow that pretty pussy to be hidden from me, so I stopped and walked over to the remaining 2x4 length, just about a meter long, with two eye screws, one on each end. I think it dawned on him just how serious this was, when despite his squirming, I secured my homemade spreader bar to his ankles, and then again began administering the magic wand to his now very open and visibly moist pussy, and quickly his breathing increased. He had no choice but to lay on his back and just feel the oversized vibrator head buzz and whir on his now exposed clit, which I teased out with my fingers. I pushed the wand down hard, and then eased back, and in no time, Kurt was moaning and writhing as I saw him approaching another climax which I then denied.
Panting, he lay there, chest heaving, and I could not resist playing with his tits and telling just how much I loved them, I squeezed the nipples harder than I should have as I told him how much I liked to suck on them and slapped his breasts hard as I asked him to Moo like a cow. I pulled and squeezed them in a simulated milking motion and told him how glorious they would be when they were swollen and full of milk. At this, he oddly began to relax. I'm not sure what he thought was coming next, but it wasn't him.
By this time, I could feel myself again becoming semi erect. I grabbed Kurt by the hair again, and with my other hand under his arm, lifted him up. It probably felt good to not be laying on his bound arms, and I undid the ties so he could move them and restore some circulation. He needed some help balancing as the spreader bar was still in place, and I had a firm hold of him, so he didn't try to pull the ties securing it. Now that his hands were free, I gave him a bottle of water which he quickly drank, little trickles of water running down his chin and over his breasts.
Kurt is slight enough that I could pick him up and drop him down on my cock, fucking him while I stand. I briefly considered it before picking him up and placing him over my improvised sawhorse, ass up. Some ties for his wrists in front, and the spreader secure to the legs of the sawhorse, and Kurt was ready for his next surprise.
I do not consider myself to be a cruel man, and none of this was meant to actually harm Kurt, but pain could be another matter. Despite the squeeze tube of lubricant, I brought, and the generous amount I applied with my fingers to his tight little asshole, he still cried out in pain as I quickly forced my cock in it. He must have known what was coming as I squeezed a big dollop out and onto my hand right in front of his face. Moving behind him he stiffened as my fingers pushed the cold slippery mass past his puckered anus and into his rectal cavity. He heard the *splurg* as I squeezed more onto my dick, and then my still lube coated fingers steadying myself with his hips, as my hard-on poked at his asshole and then forcibly buried itself in him in one quick thrust. The tightness was exquisite, and I made sure I praised him for how tight his virgin little asshole was, and how he was being such a brave boy and taking all of daddy's cock. I'm not sure how much he heard as he whimpered and sobbed, and after a few dozen thrusts, I had to stop before I came, and decided now was a good time for some real punishment. I retrieved my belt from my pants while Kurt continued to sob, stretched over the horse, ass up in the air.
The first stroke with the belt was the hardest. Maybe I overdid it, as Kurt yelped in pain and surprise. He hadn't even gotten a chance to brace for it. The next ones were hard still, and then as I settled into a rhythm, they didn't have to be that hard. His ass was flaming red from the first strokes, and every stroke after that simply served to further inflame what was already on fire and burning. Speaking of burning...
I turned my attention to the bed of coals, and added more wood, bringing the fire to a blaze again, and retrieved the wand as I returned to Kurt's lovely, shapely ass, which I stroked tenderly. I complimented him on its pearly whiteness and fulsome proportions, and every tender stroke, with its accompanying praise, still burned from the earlier beating. The angry buzzing of the wand began again, and despite continued sobbing, punctuated by pleas to stop, he gasped as the fully activated vibrator was again thrust against his now dry cunt and shriveled clitoris, sheathed again in its hood.
I told him what a lovely slut he was, and how he should just give in to the pleasure, and despite himself he started the butt wriggle, and I knew he was getting excited again. Wetness was building again, and his little girlcock was swelling. I begged him to cum for me, and I realized he was trying to hide his excitement this time so I wouldn't stop. I denied him again. Kurt protested this. He had stopped crying by now, so I made sure my again erect cock was nice and slick, and forced myself again into his unwilling asshole. I'm sure his hips were hurting from how tightly I was holding them so I could violently pound away at his ass, and every thrust where my belly hit his cheeks must have been an agony. Fortunately for him I did not last this time and finally gave a few shallow thrusts right at the opening and quickly unloaded my pumping cock in his asshole. Spent, I withdrew and wiped my shrinking member off in his hair.
Hydration is important, so I offered another bottle of water to his lips, and told him to pretend it was my cum. Not sure what he thought of that, but he went ahead to drink most of the bottle, and I praised him for being such a cum hungry little slut. Poor Kurt was obviously rattled. Denied cumming several times, his ass well abused, and his absolute vulnerability were probably sufficient punishment.
But I was getting into it. As I said, I'm not a cruel man, and I never really understood the pleasure someone would take in hurting another person, but I realized there was an art to this, a sort of beauty in the perversity. And, I must admit, I liked it. Which led to my next task.
While Kurt had a chance to catch his breath, and process his fluids, I threw a rope over the tree limb above us. It was getting to be late afternoon, and I still had fun in store. I took one end of the rope and secured it to the spreader bar, and the other I looped around the tree trunk. Kurt started to protest, saying he had to pee, as I pulled on the rope, and hoisted his legs in the air. Pulling the horse out from under him, I positioned him, so his legs were above him, but he was resting on his upper back and shoulders.
"OK my pretty little slut, you've been such a good boy, now you can pee". I chugged another bottle of water myself as I felt my full bladder trying to get my attention. He looked confused and frightened. He tried to protest but I simply placed my hand on his lower belly and started pushing. He groaned, but no pee. So, I placed the wand on a lower setting against his boy pussy, still crusty from earlier fluids and secretions and lube, and just stood there. I watched his face, and he watched mine, and when I realized he was aroused enough, I pulled it away. I waited a moment and did it again. After a short while, when I saw him breathing faster, I informed him he could cum if he peed.
Without much ado, I saw Kurt's face relax and golden liquid streamed around the magic wand bulb, I pulled it away and placed my hand over his vulva as warm yellow urine sprayed in a flood at my hand. With the obstruction, it could not fly over him, but instead poured around his hips and butt and belly, and soon many little rivers of his own pee were flowing down Kurt's body, covering his torso, making him glisten in the sun. I pulled my hand away as more trickled out and little squirts flew, one of them narrowly missing his face. Seeing his relief rapidly increased my urgency, and I took aim at his face and unleased a steady stream of my own urine which he tried vainly to deflect with a hand, but I just adjusted and pretty soon Kurt was completely wet from the waist down, or rather, up. His urine and mine mingling and flowing off him and pooling on the ground.
He reminded me I said he could cum, and I told him I lied, and left him like that while I went and got the iron rods I had brought, with flattened disks on one end. I placed the ends with the flattened disks in the fire and stoked it up a bit. It's probably a good thing he couldn't see what I was doing.
I chugged another bottle of water and had him drink one too as I went about tidying up camp a little, dismantling the horse, and laying a blanket over my makeshift rack. After about 20 minutes of that, I came back to Kurt, still half suspended, his legs spread wide by my improvised spreader bar and lowered it a little until I was able to stand between his thighs, his pussy now dry of urine and other fluids. I stroked my cock back up to a reasonable hard on, and after some teasing of his clit to get his juices going again, stuck it in. I grabbed his thighs for leverage, but it was tricky to keep his hips still as I steadily pounded him. At one point I knew he was getting close and I pulled out, still stroking my prick, and after a while, when I could feel my balls wanting to unload a third time today, I slipped it back into his cunt and proceeded to pump another round of warm jism down his recently unused hole where gravity caused it to pool on his cervix, and I left him there for a while and talked in an offhand way about how his breasts would look so good filled with milk and how round his belly would get with my baby.
After Kurt was well and thoroughly bred this time, I lowered him completely to the ground. He was a filthy, muddy mess by this point, what with all that piss he was laying in, and he seemed to be feeling some shame about it. Having me say things, like "what a messy little baby you are" and "you look so good coated in mud and my piss" probably didn't help. I figured I'd clean him off, as my bladder was full again, and he rubbed away some of the mud as I aimed my stream to get off the biggest clumps. I removed the spreader bar, tied his hands behind his back, and placed a rope around his neck. Time to take the puppy for a walk.
Normally, we use a small camp latrine while we're out here, but I figured Kurt could be a good puppy and just go somewhere in the woods. And I made sure he knew what was expected of him. "Who's a good boy?" I said as I praised him for taking it in the ass so well and being such a well-bred slut. We walked for a while, "who's going to go potty?" I kept asking. I could tell from the way Kurt was walking that he needed to go. "We're not going back until you go potty, so be a good pup." He sighed, and then started to squat, while I choked up on his "leash" and told him to stand. He clearly wasn't happy about that but soon pee was spraying out and down his thighs and legs.
I must admit, it was even too much for me seeing Kurt like that. I started to feel bad about everything I had put him through, but I still had one task left. After leading him back to camp, I used a wet cloth and got him all cleaned up, gently cleaning the cum out of his hair and applying some salve to his still reddened bottom. I allowed him a chance to eat a sandwich, I'm sure he was starved considering how he wolfed it down. In his naked state I wasn't too concerned about him running away, besides, it was getting dark anyway.
At this point, I felt like my heart was going to break. My poor Kurtis had been through so much today, and it didn't seem fair to subject him to more, but I had one more task at hand, and I was going to see it through, Praising my pretty little degenerate, I once again grabbed a handful of hair, and half dragged him over to my improvised rack. With some resistance I was able to get one wrist tied, and then the other, Kurt glaring defiantly at me the whole time. I got one ankle secured, then the other, and he was now spread eagled, standing in front of me. Not an especially useful position for some depravities, but suitable for this.
I stoked up the nearby fire again, as it was starting to get a little chilly, and put on a shirt. I grabbed the wand for the last time, and placed it in Kurt's crotch, turned it on and quickly set it to high. What I really wanted to do was play with his wondrous breasts. So, while the vibe was working his pussy, my mouth started working one nipple. I love the texture of his nipples, mostly smooth with those little bumps on them and the wide, pink areolas, surrounded by a pillowy white expanse. My tongue enjoyed exploring them and Kurt appeared to enjoy it too. I could feel him straining against his bonds as the wand did it's magic and my tongue contributed, and while it can be hard to gauge when the moment of climax was imminent, hopefully I did a good job at waiting until the last moment when I pulled the vibe away. Kurt's moans and hard breathing turned into whines of frustration, and I remembered something I still needed to do.
I retrieved a ball gag from my things. He definitely wasn't happy about it, but didn't have much choice as I secured it in his mouth and then clasped the ends behind his head. I told him how pretty he was with his lips wrapped around something, just like a good little pup. I took the vibe to him again, and started sucking on the other nipple, and after a while when he seemed to get squirmy, I stopped and gave his breasts some hard slaps. This came seemingly out of nowhere, and the ball gag worked as all I heard were some muffled cries as tears started forming in Kurts eyes. I went back to sucking on the first nipple, as I returned the vibe to his now wet pussy lips, and in no time, he was squirming and moaning through the gag again. I think I came the closest to a proper edge this time, and he strained in outrage at yet another denial, futilely yelling against the gag.My cock was rock hard again at seeing Kurt spread out for me, and it was all I could do not stand in front of him and fuck him standing up, clenching my ass cheeks with every thrust. Instead, I edged him one final time with the magic wand as I stroked myself in front of him, hand blurring through long practice, precum flowing from the head making it slick and shiny. I made sure he understood it was his fault for having such a beautiful pussy, which gripped my dick so well. And his full little lips, that my cock could not resist, his shapely ass that I couldn't help but admire, and his exquisite breasts, that drove me to wanting to own such a sexy little cocksucking cunt as he.
It was all his fault. I was nearly shouting at the end, and as my excitement grew, I came one last time, my cum splashing on his belly and slowly trickling down his thighs. I removed the vibe to deny him yet one more moment of satisfaction, and finally, he looked at me with defeat in his eyes.
Now that Kurt knew who owned him, it was time to mark him as mine. I sucked ridiculously hard on his one breast well above the nipple. The previously flawless white breast soon had an ugly dark splotch on it. I couldn't quite tell if he enjoyed this or if he didn't, but it was definitely one or the other. I continued up his chest, and left a dark mark on his neck, before moving down his body and leaving hickeys on his chest, belly, thighs and just above his pussy. I could tell having my mouth so close to his aching cunt was torture for him, but what was about to come next would far eclipse that. It was time.
I went back to the fire, and grabbed the pair of heavy leather gloves, the kind welders use. I picked up one of the metal rods I had laid in the coals a few hours earlier, it's white-hot end gleaming in the gathering darkness. This was the large disk, good. I turned around to face Kurt and realized I should have blindfolded him too. His face recoiled in pure terror, and he started struggling in earnest, trying to get words out and shaking his head back and forth. I wanted this part done, so I walked over quickly, my face warm from the white-hot brand in my hand. I grabbed Kurt by the waist to steady him, and lightly touched the glowing disk to his Butt cheek. He arched his back in pain and squirmed and thrashed, his mouth screaming, but little sound came out. Tears were streaming down his face and his body was wracked with spasms and sobs, as I walked away to get the next rod.
I selected the medium sized disk next, and walked back over, applying this to the thigh opposite the previously branded Butt cheek. "Now everyone will know whose prize cow you are", I told him. "You are mine". The smell of burnt hair and flesh filled the air, and Kurt was still sobbing, his body wracked in spasms of agony. "No one will be able to look at my pretty little cow and not know she belongs to someone". I turned away and retrieved the last, and final rod, with the smallest disc. It was only about 2 centimeters across, so it didn't glow as brightly as the other two, but Kurt still knew what it was as I strode over to him, wielding it in my gloved hand.
"Every picture you take will show my mark, I own you my pretty whore". And with that I pressed on Kurt's chest to momentarily stop his thrashing, and placed the small, white hot disk at the upper part of his left breast. It was only a moment, just enough for skin to melt and fuse, and then it was done. But for Kurt, the searing pain would last a while, and the visible scar would last a lifetime. He continued to thrash, sobbing uncontrollably, as I placed the rod with the others, cooling on the ground near the fire.
I'm not proud of what I did, and God knows I hope to never be driven to do anything like that again, but I'll share a little secret. I actually enjoyed it. I've always considered myself a bringer of pleasure. I like to make people feel good. But what I've realized is that I just like to make people feel. Orgasms are great, they're a deep feeling from your depths, a whole-body experience, and I'm happy to help bring them out. But what I did to Kurt, my poor, sweet, depraved Kurt, was beyond orgasm. His body was electrified in ways that an orgasm can't touch, and I did that. But I digress...
I pulled some salve from the cooler and applied a liberal amount to his 3 new burns, which seemed to calm him a bit. The lidocaine would help ease the burning. I stroked his matted brown hair, pulling it from his face and placed tender kisses on it. I detached the top of the rack from its fastening in the tree limb overhead and lowered it to the ground, so he was not standing anymore, and then I turned and went into the tent. I'm not sure how long he watched my shadows in the tent, illuminated by the propane lantern, but after an hour I went out to check, and he was asleep, exhausted by his tortuous day. I released his restraints, and gathered him up in my arms, carrying him to our waiting bed, where I carefully tucked him in so as not to awaken him. I spooned him and soon, I joined him in sleep.
Kurt was awoken the next morning with my face between his legs, my tongue doing its morning exercises on his clit, which had already risen at my insistence. I glanced up, and he looked hesitant, but then his hands started stroking my hair, and his head sank back onto the pillow. I was in no hurry, and slowly and methodically sucked and licked and stroked his clit, as his breathing increased and his moans came in greater frequency and pitch until his back began to arch, and I stopped. He groaned in his displeasure.
Rising up over him, I pushed his legs apart further, and guided my cock between his swollen labia, through his pussy lips glistening wet, and slowly and carefully drove the head deeper into his cunt. He murmured his approval, and then I again began to lovingly fuck my slutty little pretty boy. I savored every slow thrust, especially the back stroke, and steadying myself took my thumb and forefinger and gently teased Kurt's little pleasure bud out and started slowly stroking that too.
Kurt had been close already, and so in no time I allowed him the relief he had been waiting for. He started with high pitched staccato moans, which gave way to a sort of wailing sound, and then screamed as his fingers clawed the sheets and his hips bucked up to meet mine. His back arched and his body went taut as I continued to stroke his clit, my cock slowly fucking him with deep, steady strokes. The screaming faded, replaced with low breathy moans, and he slowly relaxed, unclasping the bedsheet and placing his hands on my shoulders, trying to bring my face down to kiss him. I did, and our tongues danced furiously for a moment, and then I lifted my torso again and continued massaging his clit with one hand, supporting myself with the other, and steadily continued fucking him.
As I felt myself growing closer to breeding my stepson again, I felt Kurt begin to squirm and moan. I picked up the pace of my fingering on his clit, and started to quicken my strokes, my raging hard cock repeatedly burying itself in the wet folds of his pussy, and then pulling out until the frill of the head was almost visible beneath his overstimulated clitoris. I called him my prized cow, and that I was breeding him with our baby, and he pulled on my shoulders again and begged me to cum in him.
I didn't need much convincing as Kurt again went taut, fingers digging into my shoulders as he screamed, and I buried my shaft deeply into his cunt as warm spunk shot forth, covering his cervix as I moaned his name and grunted my pleasure. My cock pumped load after load of cum in him and as our orgasms subsided, I slumped down next to him and gathered him in my arms to cuddle.
Kurt knew he was mine now, and I knew he would always do what I said. She decided that from now on she was my daughter, my cow, and she was going to bear my baby, and her udders were going to swell with milk. So now I knew I'd let her keep that SexFriends page, and she could show her friends her Daddy's property, and know that no perverted idea could ever be better than the experience I gave her over this last day. A thought hit me then.