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## Chapter 3

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FANTASIES.  NO ONE SHOULD EVER ACT OUT ANYTHING SEXUAL WITH A REAL CHILD,
EVER.  ANYONE WHO DOES SHOULD BE PROSECUTED TO THE FULL EXTENT OF THE LAW.



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   ***

   There were times, now that I look back, when it 's clear to me that Dad
really understood me, psychologically.  He was a smart man, albeit totally
insane, and though he worked in construction, he probably would have made
an excellent psychoanalyst.

   Dad also knew what he wanted - he understood his cock like a second
language.  He knew exactly what would get his cock - and later TONS of
other adult penises - hard, throbbing and ready to inflict horrible acts on
me.

   He combined these two things together to simultaneously cause me the
most psychological stress while also giving himself the most intense sexual
pleasure any man on earth has felt.  And now, his torture of me has caused
me to share my story with all of you - and make thousands of more cocks
hard while reading about my trials.

   Maybe he did it for my pleasure too?  Maybe he did all of these horrible
things to me so that, when I was an adult, as I am right now, I would be
able to enjoy this so much.  I would be able to grab my 8-inch cock in one
hand, sit back, and write a love letter of my past to all of those
boy-loving/hating men out there.

   Who knows?

   When I think back to that morning, after I woke up from that wonderful
dream to find my father trying to bruise my 5-year-old face with his
mushroom head that was hard as a rock, I am struck by the way he understood
my child psyche.

   After a few good minutes of cock slapping me awake (though to be honest,
I was WIDE awake the first time his beast of a fuckstick came down on my
eye) dad got off me and ripped the covers off me.  Of course, I was naked
and shivering under my Choo Choo Train sheets.  The only thing I had to
keep me warm on that chilly September morning was the dog collar that was
still strapped - a little too tightly - around my neck.

   Dad smiled at me and gave me a wink, while he fished under my bed for
one of my birthday presents.  He came back up with my puppy leash -

   You know, it 's funny.  Even back then, during those terrible times, I
still thought things like that.  MY puppy leash.  MY dog collar.  MY dad.
It was very clear that these things were special to me - and I wasn 't sure
how to feel about that at the time.

   Anyway, dad got out my puppy leash and quickly hooked it to my collar.
He began dragging me up and out of bed, and I was still pretty tired due to
my lack of sleep, so I sorta half fell out of bed while he yanked.

   I did my best to crawl after him, but he was pulling pretty quickly for
a 5-year-old boy that had been servicing his own father for about 16 hours
each day.

   Dad pulled me down the stairs, me trying to keep up.  Pretty soon we
were down in the familiar living room, where dad pulled me over to the
couch.  I got up on the couch next to him, but he suddenly pushed me -
ROUGHLY - back down to the floor.

   "NO FUCKING DOGS ON THE COUCH!" Dad yelled at me.  "Even the cute
puppies have to sit on the floor."

   "But Daddy!  I 'm not a dog I 'm a - "

   Dad just pointed at me.  "Collar, leash.  Dumb look in your eyes. 
Annoying fucking whimper.  YOU ARE A PUPPY SLUT.  And puppy sluts don 't
talk.  Now turn around and look at the TV."

   Obediently, I turned around to look at the TV.  Sometimes dad and I
would watch cartoons together - before he took over my life.  What I saw on
the screen, however, wasn 't one of my beloved and familiar cartoon
characters.

   It was, what appeared to be, surveillance cameras.  I recognized the
green screen and the multiple squares on the TV screen - it was like what
you see shopping mall guards looking at.

   In our living room, each wall had a MASSIVE flat screen TV.  And each of
those TVs had 16 squares - cameras - each one filming the front door of a
home.  I didn 't recognize any of the houses, but I could tell the cameras
were live.  The wind was blowing, and the weather on the houses on TV
seemed to be the same as what I could see out our window - blustery and
cloudy.

   Dad began explaining what he was showing me.  "See boy, your Daddy has
lots of friends.  You 'll get to meet all of them some day - but ONE of
daddy 's pals is VERY good with hidden cameras.  And he helped me set this
up."

   I looked from screen to screen.  So these were real houses.  Why was dad
showing me this?

   "Each of these houses belongs to one of our closest neighbors.  These
are the only homes - and the only people - within MILES of our house, boy.
Daddy has to keep an eye on them - because some of them are very sick
people who might not like it if they found out I was turning you into a
Kindergarten Cock Hound."

   "Kindergarten!" I blurted out.  That reminded me!  I was supposed to go
to Kindergarten this year!  With all of the toe sucking, ass hair eating
and hole munching, I completely forgot that my first day of school EVER was
supposed to begin that day!  Yippee!  I had been SO looking forward to
school, and it would finally give me a break from dad.

   "I can 't wait to go!" I yelled, but quickly regretted that choice.  In
no time at all, my joyous cries were replaced by half of my father 's foot,
which he promptly kicked into my mouth.

   Immediately, I began sucking on his toes.  A little kid like me was
pretty impressionable - after only 16 hours of worshiping dad 's big hairy
toes, I was a pro and sucking on them like a slut whore.

   "If you can 't shut up like a good puppy, I 'll give you a chew toy you
can 't resist, Cockhound.  But I am glad you brought up school.  Take a
look at this camera."

   Dad grabbed my cheeks and turned my head to look at a camera feed coming
in on the TV by the front door.  My heart leaped as a school bus rolled
onto the screen.  Kids came running out the front door, happy to get on the
bus.  He turned my head again - another bus at another house on another
camera.  More kids skipping to the bus.  He turned my head again, and
again. Pretty soon, it looked like ALL of the cameras were featuring kids
getting on the bus, all dressed in their nice new clothes their mom picked
out for them.

   And there I was, in a dog collar, sucking on my father 's sweaty toes.

   "You, my soon to be cum-addict, will ABSOLUTELY NOT be going to school
this year.  You 'll be here with your dear old dad, learning a lesson only
a true cock whore like you could appreciate.  Yep, Sonny.  That 's right -
all the other little kids get to go and learn about math and science and
other stupid stuff, and you GET THE FUCKING PRIVLEDGE of being a 5-year-old
human sex toy for over-sized cocks."

   No school?  I would have cried - but I already was tearing up from the
feeling of having my father 's feet in my mouth once again.  How I wanted
to go to school!  But I felt so - helpless, and in fact, I was.

   After a few minutes, dad withdrew his foot from my face and whipped the
spit off in my hair.  Then, before I knew it, he was yanking on my leash
and pulling me into the kitchen.

   "Alright, puppy time over," dad said as he took off my leash.  The
collar stayed on.  "Sit at the chair."

   I climbed up to the kitchen table and sat at the chair.  In front of me
was my favorite bowl from the cupboard - it had Peter the Bear from my
favorite cartoon on it.  It was completely empty.

   The blindfold suddenly came down over my eyes, and the world went black.
I sat there listening, waiting to hear what my dad had to say.  I had come
to realize that when the blindfold went on, Dad started talking.

   But this time, he didn 't start talking at all.  Instead, I just heard a
wet noise, repetitive.  Kinda like someone was slapping something wet and
hard - like a rock that had been dunked in water.

   I listened to dad 's breathing - it grew faster and faster.  Finally
when he was panting real hard and the rhythmic sound was going real fast he
shouted out

   "Oh yeah my SON is a SLUT!" and I heard the sound of the bowl suddenly
moving a few inches across the table.  A strange, salty smell filled the
air.  A few more slaps of the meat, one slap of my face, and the blindfold
was off.  Dad was sitting down now, smiling at me from the chair next to
me.

   I looked down to my favorite bowl.  Inside was a weird substance - white
and cloudy.  It looked like someone had squirted glue into the bowl, but it
didn 't'smell ANYTHING like the glue I had used to make art projects with
mom.

   Dad seized my tiny wrist in his big fist and pressed my small hand down
into the bowl.  It felt so slimy!  Whatever was in that bowl was very weird
feeling - and it was HOT!  Almost like hot water, but so much thicker and
gooier.  It was gross!

   "CUM," my dad said, as if I was Helen Keller.  "This is cum.  This is
where you came from.  This is Daddy 's cum, and it is YOUR REASON FOR
LIFE." Dad slapped me hard against the face.  Ouch!  Mean old daddy!

   "Cum is what you deserve, and what you should always be thinking about.
There is nothing sweeter, powerful than your father 's sperm fresh from his
balls.  You know what balls are, right son?"

   Dad didn 't give me a chance to answer.  Instead, he just stood up,
deftly leaped up on my chair and shoved his hairy low-hanging nutsack in my
face.  A familiar smell to me by that point!

   "Lick your hand," dad barked at me.  He only had to raise his hand and
threaten to hit me again before I moved my tiny palm to my mouth and stuck
out my tongue.  Yuck!  What was this stuff!  I spit it out.

   Dad was NOT happy to see that.  He pounded his fist on the table and got
right in my face.

   "You NEVER EVER SPIT OUT CUM.  NO MATTER WHOSE IT IS.  BUT ESPECIALLY
NOT DADDY 'S!"

   Dad didn 't have to hit me - his words scared me enough, and I knew
right then and there, that whatever this disgusting stuff in my bowl was, I
would never ever spit out another drop.

   Dad calmed down a bit, then went to the kitchen drawer and pulled out a
small spoon - the kind mom had used to feed me baby food when I was an
infant.  Dad came back to the table.

   He dug the tiny spoon into the stuff in the bowl and got a full spoonful
of the gunk.

   "Open wide - here comes the Stranger Cock!" I didn 't know what dad
meant, but he was zooming the spoonful of semen at me like it was a pretend
airplane, and I automatically opened my mouth like I used to when I was a
kid for applesauce.

   The spoon came into my mouth and dad used his meaty paws to clamp my
mouth shut around it.

   "Yum!  One spoonful of premium father Cock Slop for my 5-year-old!  So
good for you!"

   "Here comes another one!"

   Dad grabbed a fistful of my short brown hair and yanked my head back. 
My mouth remained open - does that make me a true child slut?

   Dad stood up and lifted the spoon waaaaaay above his head, then tilted
it.  I watched with sad puppy eyes as a long string of my dad 's jizz
cascaded down into my open mouth.  The taste was terrible - what was this
stuff??

   I wish I could go back in time and talk to my 5-year-old self.  What
would I say?  Would I tell myself to run away or call the police?

   No.

   I would say, "You idiot!  That 's dad 's cock sauce!  Swallow that down,
smile and say thank you and your life will be so much easier!"

   But of course that 's not what I did.  Instead, I endured 45
min-spoonfuls of cum.  Dad scraped the bowl clean, using the spoon to get
flecks of the cum off my lips and into my mouth.  The whole time he was
saying nasty things to me -

   "Yum yum yum!  I want you to think about how you 're swallowing all your
brothers and sisters!"

   "Don 't hog it all now you little cum depraved child, dad has an endless
supply."

   "How about this, kiddo?  I promise to make sure that every load I drop
comes to you in some way, shape or form.  Dad will never shoot another load
without his slut son!"

   Finally, when the bowl was empty, dad had me suck on the spoon for a few
minutes.  He kept barking at me "Suck!  Suck harder!"

   The spoon was free of all that icky cum, but dad had me suck for a
reason.  It didn 't take long to figure out what that reason was."

   "My god --I 've never seen a child hunger for cum like that!  Look at
you suck, son!  What a slut.  KEEP SUCKING.  Tell ya what - you seem to
have a pretty bad cum addiction, and I 'm not fond of kids who insist on
going through withdrawal.  So how about this: for the next three days, you
won 't eat anything but dad 's spunk.  Then after that, we 'll give you
SOME food, but most of it will involve Daddy 's cum in some way.  How 's
that sound?"

   I burst into tears.  Laying my head on the table, I was wracked with
sobs.

   "I want my mommy!" I cried out.

   Dad had a good laugh at that one.  Then he leaned in real close to me,
so I could feel his hot breath in my hear."

   "Too bad she 's dead!  Now it 's time for another load!"

   Back on went the blindfold, and the same noises happened again.  Then I
heard the splattering, again, though slightly less forceful, and that
familiar, putrid smell.  Then another session of dad spoon-feeding me this
gooey gross stuff, talking dirty to me the whole time, making sure I got
every little drop.  This happened 3 more times throughout the course of the
day.  Each time, that sick stuff got a little less, and surprisingly, it
got easier and easier to swallow.  Though to be honest, I still felt like
puking when I got the last spoonful of the day!



   That night, dad tucked me into bed.  Before I slept, he put my blindfold
back on and explained that there was one more thing he needed to do.

   "I have one more load of your favorite drink, buddy, but this time, you
won 't have to swallow it.  Don 't cry!" he put his hand over my mouth so I
couldn 't cry - or scream or whine or celebrate.  His big hand was more
than twice as big as my tiny mouth.

   "You 've done enough tasting.  I want you to go to sleep remembering a
different sense - smell.  So get ready boy."

   Then I felt something big and hard and fleshy press up against my
nostrils.  Like a long fleshy pole that went over my chin and lips and
right up to my nose.  It was so thick that it was able to plug both of my
nostrils at once.  Then it began to shake.

   In no time, my little boy nostrils were FLOODED with man sperm.  Though
at the time I had no idea what it was - I just new that the stuff I had
been dining on all day was now sprouting into my nose.

   "That 's it baby!  Snarf up your little brother 's and sisters!!!"

   What did that mean?  How did this disgusting gooey stuff going up my
nose relate to my brothers and sisters?  At 5, I was too stupid to know!





   The next three days, as dad had promised, were dedicated to sperm, sperm
and more sperm.  I knew nothing but cum for those three days.  The first
two 48 hours I was blindfolded the whole time.  Those two days seemed to be
about Dad figuring out creative was to feed me sperm.  Here is a list of
the things I did:

   - Lapped cum out of my father 's cupped hands

   - Licked up some of his man milk that he spit into the carpet.  I felt
so silly cause he made me bark like a puppy the whole time!

   - Drank fuckstick milk straight from dad 's mouth.  He came into his own
mouth, then knocked me to the floor, pulled my jaw open and fed me his cum
like he was a mama bird.

   - Drank cum out of a weird tasting rubber thing - dad said it was a
condom but I had no idea what that meant.  There was another taste to the
condom that I couldn 't detect - but it was gross!

   By the time the third day rolled around, I was STARVING.  I had never
gone more than a few hours without some food, and now dad was making me
wait another 24 hours before I had something other than the spunk from his
nuts.

   I woke up the third day to bright light - dad had removed my blindfold.

   "Good morning, little boy!  Happy day three of your cum obsession
period! Today is very exciting.  Do you know why?" Dad gave me a rough
punch on the shoulder.  "Cause today, you finally get to learn what that
delicious stuff you 're so addicted to is!  Aren 't you happy slut?"

   My tummy grumbled, I was so hungry.  That made dad laugh.

   "Wow, just the mention of cum and you 're tummy is rumbling!  I guess
you don 't want to delay.  Let 's get started right now.  Follow me boy."

   Happy to not be leashed, I jumped out of bed and followed dad
downstairs. In the living room, I noticed that he had a camera set up on a
tripod.  It was already blinking red - I knew what that meant - I was being
filmed.  I looked at the camera nervously, and followed dad to his couch.
He sat down, and instinctively I dropped to my knees between his legs.

   "Alright my boy.  It 's finally time to learn about the source of cum.
Now I want you to keep your eyes trained on this," he grabbed his semi hard
cock and slapped it in my face.  Gross!

   "Just watch Daddy very closely, ok Kiddo?  Don 't even blink - just keep
staring and don 't say a word.  Alright, here goes."

   Dad grabbed his meat with both fists and used his big, hairy hands to
stroke the beast to life.  Soon it was as its terrifying full length.  I
was only inches away from it at that point, since it was so huge and I was
so close.  The big lips on it - what dad called his piss slit - were
pointed squarely between my eyes.

   "OK boy.  Get ready for the big surprise!  The cum you love so much
comes from - HERE!"

   BAM!  Dad 's cock lips separated and emitted what was probably at least
a foot-long shot of cum square between my tiny little child eyes.  HOLY
SHIT!  That stuff came out of my daddy!  That salty tasting goo I had been
eating for days was now shooting out of my Evil Genius daddy, baptizing me
in what must have been one of dad 's biggest, thickest, sickest loads.

   It didn 't stop.  Dad had a good laugh at my shocked face as I coped
with the gallons of his Ball Sauce launching out at me in a non-stop
assault.  In seconds, I was coated.

   But then, something very very strange happened.  I don 't know if it was
my hunger, or my training, or the fact that I was now realizing that the
stuff I was living on came out of my father - but something must have
clicked - because right then, right there, I did my first, truly slutty
thing.

   I tilted my head back, and opened my mouth for that cock slop.

   "YES!  YES!  IT WORKED!" Dad said, as if he was a mad scientist.  He
laughed so hard I thought he was going to burst, but that didn 't stop him
from shooting his dick snot at me.

   Tears rolled down my face just as quickly as ropes of white-hot baby
juice cascaded down my baby throat.  It swirled around and around as if my
throat were a toilet.  And just like a toilet - I swallowed everything my
father dumped in there.  I guess some 5-year-olds were just meant to take
cum, as awful as that truth may be.

   Finally, the relentless stream of Dad 's dick snow had filled my aching,
empty little tummy.  Dad took the time to carefully make sure each drop
fell into my open 5-year-old mouth.  He even went so far as to reach into
my mouth with his fingers and tickle my uvula - just to make sure I had
swallowed it all.  No slaps for me this time!

   At least, I don 't THINK I got a slap.  I can 't be sure because when a
5-year-old ingests nothing but cum for 72 hours, he can be kinda stupid and
silly sometimes.

   So after dad was finally done wiping his cock froth on my lips like
chapstick, he sorta pulled back and just looked at me.  I think he could
tell that I was about to pass out.  And I swear, just before everything
goes black, I heard dad say"Perfect."



   Later that day, I woke up to the smell of something delicious.  It was
like a cartoon - the smell lifted me up, and had me sniffing at the air
like the puppy I was.  Speaking of which, I realized my puppy collar had
been changed.  It was now bright, shiny read leather.  I could feel the
coldness of it around my neck.

   My stomach rumbled, and I immediately forgot how weak and disgusting I
felt, and took off for the kitchen.  I ran at full pace, the smell dragging
me there, my own hunger insurmountable.

   As I got closer, I instantly began to recognize the smells.  My god - it
was all my favorites!  Pizza!  Ice cream!  Mac and cheese!  I could even
smell mom 's famous Cinnamon Rolls - my favorite that she used to cook me
every Sunday morning.

   But just as I reached the threshold of the kitchen and burst through the
doors, I felt a sharp yank at my neck, and suddenly I was pulled to the
ground.  I realized very quickly that I was tethered to something in the
dining room that only let me get just inside the kitchen.  Slowly I crawled
on all floors getting as far as I could, letting the collar tug against my
neck and tighten just to be closer to the food.

   I stared up at the table just glowing with food.  It was like a scene
out of a movie!  Piles of all the foods - like a dream.  If I had been able
to choose my ultimate buffet, that 's what I would have dreamed up.

   And of course, seated at the table, was my father.  Big as ever, hairy
as ever, buff as ever, angry as ever and, looking under the table, I could
see he was hard as ever.  If not harder.

   "Well, well, well.  Puppy decided not to be lazy any more, huh?"

   I just looked at him, trying to give him my saddest eyes, begging him
with my eyes for food.  I was too weak to speak.  But dad could read my
mind.

   "Is puppy hungry?"

   I nodded, feeling tears roll down my face.  My stomach growled again,
which made dad giggle.

   "Well lucky for puppy, we have some food for you!"

   I leapt at the table again, unable to control my hunger, but again was
yanked to the ground.  Dad let out a big sigh.

   "Why did God have to give me such a stupid puppy son?  First of all,
doggie, you 're on a fucking tether, so you can 't run.  Second of all, do
dogs eat before dads?  FUCKING HELL NO.  Now before I beat you, I want you
to squat like a puppy.  OR ELSE."

   I knew that tone in dad 's voice, so I quickly tried to sit like a dog.
Unfortunately for me, we had never owned a dog, so I took my best guess,
which only made Papa so much angrier.

   He grew impatient with me trying to figure it out, and within a few
second got up, marched over to where I was, roughly pulled me into the
right form of squat, then topped it off with a not-gentle slap to the face.

   "Now you 're gonna sit there and wait until Daddy 's fully."

   Dad wasn 't kidding.  I sat there, squatting, crying, whimpering,
occasionally pulling at my tether, while all of my foods disappeared before
my eyes.  My dad was a heavy eater - always.  He said it was cause he had
to keep his muscles big and strong, like Popeye.  Within minutes, dad had
finished almost all of the food.  He sat back and let out a big burp.

   "Delicious," he said with a satisfied smile, picking a piece of cheese
out of his teeth and flicking it to the floor.  "I 'm stuffed.  I think I
ate too much!  I 'm gonna go lie down for a bit.  It 's time for you to
eat. But first - "

   Dad rose from the table, his cock already in both of his hands.  I
recognized that twisting motion - that yanking and tugging on that terrible
hairy beast.  But before I could protest, it was too late.

   "HERE 'S YOUR KIBBLE, KIDDO!!!" Dad yelled and let out a jet of cum
equally as big as the one he shot earlier in my mouth.  He sprayed it back
and forth like a fire hose, and the ropes of dad 's baby sauce never seemed
to weaken.  It only took a few seconds, but soon enough the entire table
and all its contents were soaked.

   "Alright, Kiddo.  I 'm gonna go take a nap and then I have some errands
to run.  Go ahead and eat up, and tuck yourself in to bed.  We have an
early day tomorrow."

   Dad came over and unhooked me, then lifted me up onto the table.  He
told me to stay on all fours while I ate, then he disappeared up the stairs
and I heard his door slam.

   At first, I was hopeful that I could find some food that hadn 't been
tainted by that awful cum.  But dad kept his word - and everything had at
least one drop on it.  Slowly I tried to make my way through the food -

   A pizza crust was the big find of the night - about 1/3 of it hadn 't
been soaked in cum.  My low point, as a five-year-old cum hound, came when
I was licking the inside of my favorite bowl again, hoping that most of
what I was tasting was cheese from the macaroni, and not my father 's cum.
But even my vivid kid 's imagination couldn 't mask the taste of pure
father-jizz.

   Finally I came to the plate that supposedly had my mother 's delicious
Cinnamon Rolls on it.  I noticed, while I was watching dad, that he hadn 't
eaten any of them.  He cleared everything else away, as though he was
saving those cinnamon rolls.

   But he had been slyer than I thought.  Because when I got to the
cinnamon rolls, what I found there was mostly cum, with a few crumbs of
cinnamon bun mixed in a bit.  Dad must have eaten them when I was dreary
from starvation.  Crumbs and cum.  Disgusting?  Yes.  Did I eat it? 
Absolutely - I was STARVING!

   And that 's how I went to sleep that night.  My face in a plate of cummy
crumbs, sobbing to myself and trying to find some scent of mommy on that
jizz-scented plate.



   The door came open with a bang.  Daddy was home!  Sunlight was pouring
in through the roof, and I was sore from having slept on the kitchen table
all night.

   Dad must have stripped in the front of the house, cause he was
buck-naked when he woke me up.  He had grocery bags in both hands, and a
shoebox tucked under his arm.  I noticed that his cock was only semi hard -
the first time I hadn 't seen it at full anger status in days.  I was
beginning to learn that the harder my dad 's cock was, the more he really
was gonna go nuts.  I was happy to see that he was only half hard - though
he still had an impressive 8 inches of veiny cock out in the open.

   "Wake up, boy.  It 's time for you to have some real breakfast."

   I leaped up, wide-awake.

   "Really daddy?  Real food?  I 'm so hungry - I can - I can 't - I don 't
know what 's going on.  I 'm confused daddy - I need some food."

   Dad was cracking eggs into a bowl.  He was whisking them, adding milk.

   "I know boy, you 're gonna get some eggs.  Protein is good for growing
boys like you.  You want toast, too?"

   "Yes daddy!  Lots!  I 'm starving - I think I might faint!"

   "Lay down and let daddy cook."

   I lay back right on the table, happy to rest while I listened to my dad
cook.  Maybe he was finally done - maybe he had come to his senses!  Oh how
wrong I was.

   When it was finally done, dad put the eggs on a plate at the table, and
the toast at the other end.  He ordered me to sit down, then pulled out the
shoebox and set it on the table.  He opened it up and pulled out 6
containers.

   I picked up my fork and started to eat, but dad grabbed the fork out of
my hand and stabbed it into the table, hard.  I heard a knock on the wood
and realized that it was my dad 's cock rising to full hardness under the
table.  Fuck.

   "You eat when daddy says you eat.  I got something to explain to you. 
God where are your manners - don 't be such a pig!"

   I quickly drew back and listened to what dad had to say.  He pointed to
each of the containers.  I noticed all but one of them was empty - since
they were clear plastic it was easy to see.

   But my heart sank when I saw what one container had in it - of course.
Dad picked it up and twirled it a bit.  I watched the thick cum inside
slime the walls and settle into about 2 inches of cum within the container.

   "I know you 're really dumb, so you probably thought that my cock was
the only tool powerful enough to render the cum you love so dearly.  Well
think again, dummy!  There 's lots of cum in this world, and by this time
next year you 'll already have guzzled more strangers'cum than the entire
cast of Bukkake Boys.  Remind me - we have to watch that video some time.

   "Anyway.  Daddy is gonna be sneaking away over the next few days to
gather some cum for you.  Don 't worry - it won 't be TOTALLY stranger-cum.
Daddy wouldn 't be that mean.  Here let me show you."

   Dad reached into the box and pulled out a picture of a man in overalls,
leaning against a truck.  He was about as tall as my daddy, but not as
muscled.  Instead, he was a big bulkier, and rounder.  His gut showed a
little bit in his overalls, but what I noticed most about him was his hair.
The man was a hairy beast, covered in thick dark fur.

   "This is Hank.  He 's a truck driver I met a few weeks ago.  I showed
him your picture and he fell in love.  He 'll be a good friend for you once
you 're ready to, ya know, take as many men as possible.  Which means we
better start getting you used to his hairy load right now."

   Then I watched in horror as dad unscrewed the cap to the container and
without a second thought dumped about 2/3 of that nasty ass trucker cum ALL
over my eggs.  Seriously - there was enough in there to cover the entire
plate.  With more to spare!

   I could only watch in my hungered, hallucinatory state as dad dumped the
rest of the man 's chunky load onto all 3 pieces of toast.  He had made me
extra, like I wished, but he used a knife to make sure every inch of toast
was really spread on with the delicious butter that man shot from the
depths of his hairy balls.  Who was that man, anyway?  Why did HE want me
to drink cum?

   I thought it was all gone, but there was a bit left.  Dad dunked his
finger into the bottom of the container to get the last of Hank 's sperm.
He used that to make a rim around the glass of orange juice he had bought
me.  My whole breakfast- ruined!

   Dad didn 't have to say anything - he knew how hungry I was.  He just
watched, lightly stroking his cock, as his starving little boy contemplated
the meal in front of him.  Then he laughed slightly as he saw me pick up my
fork and lift up a bit of egg.  The trucker 's cum stretched from the plate
all the way to my mouth as I ingested my first bite of another man 's
spunk. Far from the last - but at only age 5 I had already had the cum of
two men in my belly.

   Dad just watched and beat off while I ate the meal, gagging with every
bite.  He got a special kick out of me drinking my orange juice with the
cum rim.  Every time I took a sip, the cum would stick to my lips as I put
the Tom and Jerry juice glass down.  This mans'cum was extra sticky!

   When I was finally done with my food, dad smiled at me, extra proud.

   "How was that, son?"

   "Gross, daddy!  I don 't like that stuff." I burped a little, and tasted
that man 's cum in the back of my throat.

   "Why was it so gross, little guy?" Dad was jerking his big cock even
faster.

   "It was so sticky and sour!"

   "Was it worse than what comes out of this?" Dad stoop up and slapped his
cock onto the table, hard.

   "I- I-

   "Well, was it boy?  Tell daddy?  Was that trucker 's cum less tasty than
what dad shoots out of his nuts and into your belly?"

   "Well - I - "

   My hesitation earned me a swift slap in the face.

   "Yes, daddy.  That stuff was worse!"

   Dad smiled at me.

   "I knew you liked my cum better.  Say it.  Say you like my cum better
and you think it tastes way better."

   Dad raised his hand to slap me again, so I quickly burst out without
thinking -

   "It 's better dad!  Your cum tastes better and I like it better!  Please
don 't hit me!"

   SLAP!  Dad didn 't hit me with his hand - he hit me with his cum! 
Without even touching himself, his cock had raised up off the table like a
cobra and spit its cummy venom at me square on.  The cum that I had just
admitted to LIKING began to hit my face, with more than a few gobs landing
square in my open mouth.

   When it was finally done shooting, I was dripping in cum.  I reached for
m napkin, but dad slapped my hand away.

   "Leave it.  I want it to dry on your face so you remember what cum
smells the best, too.  Now get outta my sight.  Go clean your room."

   I took off up the stairs, happy to get away from dad and my disgusting
meal.  I cleaned my room - which was already pretty neat, and didn 't even
think of wiping off my face.  Instead I just tried to get used to the smell
of my father 's cum, and ignore the icky feeling of it drying like a mask
on me, while I straightened my teddy bear collection.  ***

   The next 5 meals proceeded in a similar fashion.  For lunch that day, I
had mac and cheese, though the only cheese dad used was the cum from a man
he called "a shrink." As I gulped down the macaroni - still starving from
my days on my cum only diet, I looked at his picture.  He was a neat man,
with a goatee and a solid build.  He was pictured in an office, sitting in
a big chair with his fingers crossed.  He looked very smart - but he had
the same insane glint in his eye my dad had.

   I 'll never forget dinner - just a salad.  Dad said he didn 't want me
getting fat - and he said the guy in my picture should be an inspiration.
The dressing on my salad was the creamy cum of some swimmer from the
college town that was about 60 miles to our south.  He wore a speedo in his
picture, and dad was quick to point out that the kid was obviously packing
a very scary-sized man cock in his swim suit.  The kid had rippling
muscles, and dad said I would look like that some day, as long as I let him
keep me skinny as a kid.

   I went to bed that night with still a bit of an empty stomach, but was
happy to wake up to yet another breakfast of eggs.  Even if those eggs were
covered in sperm from a stranger.  It was definitely getting easier to
choke and gag down the stranger sperm - this time from a big black man
dressed all in black who was standing outside of what daddy told me was a
dance club.

   For lunch on the second day, I had tacos.  Each taco had cheese, lettuce
and instead of meat a big line of cum sauce.  Dad explained to me that this
might be a little more challenging - he gathered that cum from a short,
muscle-bound Latino kitchen worker.  On the first bite I realized that this
cum was different - cause my mouth was on fire!

   Dad laughed.  "Oh I guess he was chewing on some jalape�+/-os when I
had him give his donation.  Oh well!  You gotta eat, don 't ya boy?"

   I ran to the kitchen sink with an empty glass on the table and turned
the faucet on, but I only heard a glug glug sound - no water came out.

   "I shut the water off boy, I didn 't want you getting rid of that
delicious cum with too much water - wouldn 't be healthy for a whore like
you."

   "It 's - so - spicy!  It hurts!" I was scraping at my tongue with my
little fingers.  "I need water!"

   "Water would only spread the spice around, little dummy.  What you need
is milk.  That would really cut the pain.  Would you like some milk?"

   "Yes!  Milk daddy!"

   "Hm --you can do better than that.  Come over here and beg for milk."

   I walked over to him, begging, "Please, milk!  I can 't take it!"

   Dad pushed me to my knees while I continued to beg, holding on to his
thighs and tears streaming down my face.

   "Fine, fine," dad sighed.  He walked over to the table and picked up the
empty glass.  Then you guessed it - a few short tugs and his own man milk
was spraying wildly into the glass.  He shot so much that time he nearly
filled it!

   Dad smiled as he saw me rush to the table and without a second thought
start gulping down the cum.  Dad came over to me and sat down again.

   "Whoa, whoa, you don 't want to drink the whole thing now!  You gotta
get through this entire spicy Mexican meal!"

   Dad was right.  I put the glass, down, like a like a little slut
trooper, and took another taco bite.  Then a gulp of dad 's cum - which I
wasn 't even gagging on any more.  AT least not EVERY time.  Taco bite,
cum, taco bit, cum, until both my plate and my glass were empty.

   I awoke on the last day of my cum lesson alone in my room.  Dad was
downstairs, and I could hear the vacuum cleaner running.  Was dad cleaning?
The last thing I wanted to do was get out of bed - knowing that more of
that hot sperm dad shot out was likely awaiting me.  How naive!  It would
be much worse on the last day - it always was.

   I lay there for a while longer and listened to daddy cleaning.  I could
hear him running water, mopping - even spraying stuff down.  Why was he in
such a cleaning frenzy?

   Finally, my heart sank when I heard my dad call out to me in a singsong
voice.  "Oh Boy Slut!  Come down here!"

   Of course, I didn 't want to.  But some part of me that hadn 't been
turned into a whore still was a normal 5-year-old, which meant that when I
heard my dad calling me - no matter what name he used - I came.  So down
the stairs I went, still wearing the dog collar I had on last night - my
red leather one.  I was tired, and dreading the taste of cum, but down into
the living room I pranced like a good son (and a great slut.)

   Dad was standing there in a sparkling clean room.  My heart sunk even
deeper into my stomach when I caught a glimpse of his cock - dad was angry.
His cock, being the barometer that it was, told me dad was feeling really
mean because it was about as hard as it gets.  The thing was bright red,
coursing with veins and pointing straight at me like a vindictive baseball
bat.

   Immediately when he saw me he began stroking that thick piece of meat. I
could tell by the look in his eye that he had been planning what he was
going to say to me this morning for a while.  It came out just like a
prepared speech.

   "You know a lot about cum, my bitch son.  You know more than any
5-year-old hell, ay 50-year-old should know about my dick fruit juice.  You
've learned that my cum comes from theses --

   Dad took a moment to grab his bull nuts in his hand and give them a good
yank.

   "You know that cum tastes good and you have become a total cum addict.
You 've starved yourself because you wanted nothing but cum.  You even
gobbled down the crumbs of daddy 's meal - just to get as his cum.  Hell,
you 've tasted more strangers'cum than a whore in Las Vegas on a good
night. But --but my little son --you are far from done."

   Dad walked toward me and put his hand on my shoulder, then spun me
around.  I was facing the staircase that led from the living room to the
balcony and landing above.

   He marched me forward, and suddenly I noticed something I had never seen
there before.  There was a small door, only slightly higher than I was
tall, built right into the staircase like a crawlspace.  In the center of
the door was a little square cut away that could open and close - it looked
like a tiny door within the door, placed right in the center.  It was much
like the kind of space guards would speak through to prisoners in solitary
confinement.  Dad pressed on the door and it opened, there was no doorknob
needed.  Dad was a genius architect.

   Inside it was pitch black.  The light showed a bit of the way in - it
looked shallow and it was nothing more than a cold, concrete room.  More
like a cell for solitary confinement - though not as clean judging by the
musty smell.

   "In ya go," Dad said, and quickly gave me a rough push forward.  I fell
down into the little room, and was instantly freezing cold.  The concrete
was cold to the touch, and the whole room made me shiver.  Though it wasn
't just the temperature - the room was creepy.  Like a very, very tiny
basement.  So small I couldn 't stand up, but I also couldn 't stretch out
my legs.  I had to sort of squat in there, that was the only way I could
fit.  It was even tighter when dad shut the door, and my trembling got out
of control when the room went pitch black.

   Dad left me in there for what felt like 10 minutes, but really may have
been only 30 seconds.  I was too scared to even move.  Finally he opened
the smaller door, which was just a latch through which he could speak to
me. It was only about one foot high and half a foot wide, so when he opened
it, his mouth was pressed up against it and I could only see his lips and
big chin.

   "Welcome to your classroom, son.  This is the room where you 'll go when
you have a particularly difficult lesson to learn.  This room was designed
by daddy just for you.  Do you know why?  Because it makes it so easy for
you to learn.  You can 't see in here but you can hear everything.  Some
scary things are going to go on out here boy, and you 'll only be able to
guess at what they are.  But that 's because I want you to focus on your
lesson.  I don 't want you to get distracted like the little ADHD piece of
shit you are.  I want you to focus on your lesson.  Now here 's what you
're going to learn.

   You may be tired of cum, son, but you have no ideas, NO FUCKING IDEA,
what it 's like to be TOTALLY AND COMPLETELY OVERWHELEMD WITH JIZZ.  There
will be times in your ruined childhood that cum is coming at you from every
angle, and you 're just gonna have to shut off that dumb brain of yours and
cope.  The cum is going to come from strangers, mean men who like, actually
ENJOY, knowing that you are gagging and spitting up their cum.  It won 't
stop for hours and hours - days and days.  All you will know will be cum.
There will be many moments like this - starting right now."

   Dad slammed the door shut, and the sound in the living room became
muffled.  I was completely alone, terrified, naked and freezing.  It was
difficult to make out sounds, but eventually I could hear the muffled tone
of our doorbell.  Then some gruff male voices, then the doorbell again. 
This repeated over and over and over - our doorbell was ringing off the
hook.  Now I understood why dad had been cleaning - we were having guests
over.

   From the sound of it, they were all men, and they seemed to be in a good
mood.  The room got louder and louder, and more and more rowdy, until it
seemed like there was an angry mob outside.  Then I heard Dad 's voice rise
above the rest.  He spoke so loudly I could pretty much hear what he was
saying.  Something along the lines of:

   "Gentlemen, welcome.  --inside that little door -- so far it 's all
going according to -- he HATES it!"

   After that line heard the whole room break out in laughter.

   "Can 't meet him yet -- feed him all you want -- until there 's no more!
LET 'S BEGIN!"

   The crowd began cheering at that, and soon, it did begin.  In no time, a
shaft of light came in the room - someone had opened the little latch.  In
thrust a hand - big and thick - Dad 's.  I would recognize that hand
anywhere.  And of course, what was in his palm?  Cum.

   "EAT!" dad barked.  I stumbled forward - dad 's cum was nothing to me at
that point.  In no time I was lapping like a puppy at his hand.  Lap lap
lap.  That was easy - and that meant that I must have been a whore.  After
all, what kind of 5 year old can lap up cum out of his father 's hand
except a bon-a-fide child cock fiend?

   Anyway, that would prove to be the easiest thing I would do for the next
24 hours.  Because throughout the rest of the day, the little square of
door that allowed me fresh air every once in a while would only remain
closed for about 30 seconds to a minute before it would rip open again,
with another man there and another load for me to consume.

   Sure, there were plenty of hands.  I remember one hand full of cum that
was shoved in, and when I lapped at it I noticed it was a black man 's
hand. I had never been this close to a black guy in my life, since I had
lived in Upstate New York, but there I was, on my knees, lapping at a big
black gorilla paw, eating what I assume was his own load.

   Another hand that came in was older, not as taught and a bit more hairy.
Surprisingly, the grandpa that shoved that hand in had one of the bigger
palmfuls of cum, and it kept getting all over my nose as I lapped away.

   Eventually I guess the guys got tired of just having me lap away at
their hands, and they started to get more creative.

   As the night wore on, I had trouble focusing, but I definitely remember
some of the more tortuous forms of forced cum feeding.

   My guess is that dad made a rule not to let any cocks actually come
through the hole in the door.  But that didn 't stop them from coming up
with the idea of shooting the cum into the room.  At one point, the door
opened, and as I peered out I caught a glimpse an arm moving quickly.  It
looked young and skinny, and the voice that was moaning above it sounded
like a teenager.

   "Put your mouth up against the whole, boy.  NOW!" I heard my dad bark
from back in the room as men whooped and cheered.  Once again I proved to
be a willing whore as I leaped forward to put my mouth, wide open, over the
hole.  BAMMO!  That was all it took for that teenager to send some of his
grade-a spunk into my mouth.  I never saw the guy or his cock, but I sure
got a good taste of his massive load.

   A few more guys followed suit.  Bullets of cock juice rained into my
open mouth, like I was some well-trained slut at a gloryhole.  But I wasn
't!  I was just a little boy!

   After a few assaults from cocks directly, I heard some moaning come from
the room.  It was clear that the men were enjoying themselves - but I was
still too young and dumb to realize that they had started to have sex with
each other.  One sound rose above the ground - that of a little boy crying
and a man grunting loudly.  Dad would tell me later that they had a great
video of a little boy really getting nailed playing on all of the big
screen TVs.

   One of the men who had been apparently sucking cock came up with a great
idea.  He was a pale, Irish looking man; I got a quick glimpse of his face
when the door opened.  He was about 45, and at that point I had swallowed
so many loads I was just willing to open my mouth.  The Irish man let out a
tight-lipped smile, then he spit a load from God knows who right into my
mouth.

   Spitting loads became quite the fad for a few hours.  It seemed like
there was an endless supply - and I simply endured, crying silently while
opening my mouth to take load after spitty load.

   One of the worst moments came, though, when my dad reappeared at the
door.  He opened it and shot me his signature evil smile, then told me he
had a special treat for me.

   He thrust his hand through, and in his fingers dangled something odd. 
It was yellow and sorta looked like a sack - and it had a very strong and
kinda gross odor.  Dad told me it was a condom, and it was full of his cum.
Then he ordered me to empty it out.

   I took the condom in my tiny 5-year-old hands.  It was huge - all of dad
's friends used magnums with each other (though I never got the pleasure of
having a condom-covered cock in my ass.  But that 's a different story.)

   I totally believed it was my dad 's creamy round of jizz in that condom
- it filled up several inches of the thing.  Dad was notorious for his big
loads, and this was no exception.

   Dad and a few other men were peering in as I examined the slimy condom.
It smelled, frankly, like ass.  I didn 't really put 2 and 2 together then,
but it is clear to me now, looking back, that the still-warm condom had
just been in some stranger 's ass.  Just the smell of it made me gag.

   "I don 't have time to waste boy, if you want to avoid an ass whooping
tonight, start cleaning that thing out.  Just tip it back, go on!"

   An ass whooping!  No way, I knew that would hurt.  So I swallowed my
childhood dignity in one gulp, then tilted my head back and swallowed the
load my father had spurted into that condom in one gulp as well.  The tears
really started to stream as I struggled to cope with the taste.

   I handed the condom back to dad, who took it and shut the door.  Then a
few seconds later, he opened the door.

   "Not good enough," he barked.  "Come here.  Put your mouth up again."

   I leaned forward and put my mouth up.  That 's when I felt dad grab my
tongue and yank it out of my mouth.  A second later I was tasting rubber as
dad slid the condom onto my kiddie tongue as if my taster was a cock
itself. I gagged and heaved as he forced all of the rubber into my tongue,
then pulled it off.

   Then he turned it inside out.  He slipped it on my tongue again, giving
me a little bit of a precursor into my eventual lesson on ass eating.  But
again, that 's a different story.

   Eating a filthy condom was the worst thing I had ever done in my life.
Afterward, I spent a long time shivering on the floor, crying and begging
for it all to end.  Luckily I was given a few minutes to rest, as Dad was
doing something in the other room.  I could still only make out part of
what he was saying.

   "Gather round -- sure you all have at least one more -- this is his all
time favorite -- wait till he sees!"

   Then the groans began.  One after another I could hear the men give out
that telltale groan, one I would come to know well later.  It was a groan a
man gave out as he was pushing the very last of his load out of his balls.

   Finally the last groan came out, and the room fell silent.  A few
seconds later, daddy opened the door.

   "I brought you someone to keep you company in there!" He was smiling and
looked quite friendly.  I perked up.  I was so lonely in my room!

   "Who daddy, who?"

   "Your best friend, Theodore!"

   THEODORE!  MY BEST FRIEND!  I had forgotten ALL about Theodore!  He was
my teddy bear.  Mommy had bought him for me before she died, and I
treasured him.  Or at least, I used to.  Theodore had disappeared from my
room on my birthday, and I had been so preoccupied with dad 's body and cum
that I had completely forgotten about my teddy.  How I missed him, just
hearing his name, I was so excited to have him back!

   Then dad tossed Theodore into the room, and I instantly burst into
tears. My little Theo was completely, utterly, OVERWHELMED with cum.  There
was not a stitch of my precious, favorite toy that didn 't have a glob of
white man sperm all over it.  What had they done to my favorite toy!

   "I want that clean by morning.  Now rest up boy, after you lick up Theo
's delicious cum coating."

   "Yes -- yes daddy," I said, in between sobs.

   "Don 't you have something else to say to me boy?"

   "Wh-what daddy?"

   "WHAT DO OU SAY WHEN YOU GET A GIFT!  DO NOT EMBARRASS ME IN FRONT OF MY
FRIENDS OR I SWEAR I 'LL TEAR - "

   "THANK YOU daddy!" I yelled quickly to stop him from screaming at me. 
"Thank you for my teddy!"

   With that the door slammed, and I was left alone with the cum covered
Theodore.  I probably could have just let the cum dry - in the morning dad
wouldn 't even end up checking the teddy bear.  But once again, I wasn 't
the brightest boy in the box.

   I spent the wee hours of that morning licking up what could only be
dozens and dozens of different men 's cum.  I stayed up for another two
hours, lapping at my favorite toy, crying to myself, calling out for mommy,
and learning the nuances of the cum that shot from every kind of dick on
earth.  What a lucky boy!

   How did the hellish ordeal my father put me through end?  Like this:
With me, on the floor, in fetal position.  The room is icy cold and I 'm
shivering uncontrollably.  I try to hug my teddy to make myself feel
better, but each time I do, more cum oozes out.  All alone, I lap at the
come, whispering to Theodore.

   "Stop leaking so much cock slop, Theo!  I have another lesson in the
morning!  I need sleep!"
