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## Chapter 2

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   You can read my other stories here:


http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/what-i-learned-from-dad/

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/institute-for-father-son-incest-resea
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http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/what-i-learned-from-dad/





   THIS STORY IS A COMPLETE WORK OF FICTION.  IT SHOULD NOT BE TAKEN
SERIOUSLY.  IT SERVES AS AN OUTLET FOR MEN WHO HAVE EXTREME AND SAFE SEXUAL
FANTASIES.  NO ONE SHOULD EVER ACT OUT ANYTHING SEX.

   I never thought I would write this story down - let alone while I sat at
my computer with my cock out and stroking like a mad man.  For years I
hated my father for what he did for me, but all of that changed on my 25th
birthday.  That night, 20 years after my dad started my horrible training,
I had a wet dream about him.  It was about the first time he popped my
cherry, when I was only 5.  Even though that whole experience - with the
marker and the spit and the counting - was so horrible, someone my twisted
mind turned me on to it 20 years later.  And now I have to share the story
of my twisted, frightening and downright painful upbringing with the world
in hopes that it helps get other men off.

   You may be wondering why I haven't told you my name yet.  That's cause I
don't remember it.  You can laugh if you want to - it's kind of funny. 
See, I had a name before dad started training me, but I can't for the life
of me remember it.  That's because once the training began, Dad never used
my name again.  I became slut, kiddo, idiot, pig, fuck face, cum dumpster,
jizz addict, sperm receptacle, cock goblin, kiddie slut, child whore and of
course - Daddy's favorite "It."

   But I'm getting ahead of myself.  Let's go back in time to my childhood
- that's what we all want to hear about, it's it?

   Dad left me alone in my room for exactly one hour.  The entire time I
just lay there crying.  It was kind of cold in my room, but I'm not sure if
it was the temperature or my confusion that was making me shake on the
floor.  Eventually I had the common sense to get up onto my bed, and I
crawled under the Thomas the Tank Engine covers and shivered some more.

   At the one-hour mark, I heard a whirring sound outside my door.  Dad was
definitely using one of his power tools.  Suddenly I heard some metal clang
to the floor, and then the room to my door popped off its hinges.  Dad
threw it out of the way and said, "We won't be needing this anymore, will
we?" with a smile on his face as he looked at me in bed.

   That was the first time I saw dad completely naked, but far from the
last.  Dad was more often naked than not during my childhood, but he also
put on clothes whenever he felt like it, whether that meant a full suit or
some ratty old jock strap.  I, however, didn't wear a stick of clothing
that wasn't part of some sexual game until I was kicked out at age 15.

   I didn't think it was possible, but dad's cock was even bigger and
harder than it had been an hour ago.  As he stood there in the now bare
doorway, a long, thick stream of precum stretched from his cock to the
ground.  I actually giggled a little bit, because I didn't know what it was
and it looked like his penis was drooling.  I wouldn't have laughed if I
had known what was about to happen.

   Dad's muscles flexed as he stood there, his hands behind his back.  The
light dusting of salt and pepper hair across his chest made him look so
manly, I remember thinking that even back then, as I lay frightened under
the covers.

   After almost a full minute of Dad just staring at me, taking me in with
a smile, he quickly crossed the room and practically leaped onto my bed,
knocking the wind out of me.  He ripped the covers back, then climbed up so
he was sitting on my chest, his hard cock blocking my vision of him.  The
drooling monster sprouting from his dark, thick bush of pubic hair was now
letting its clear juice flow directly onto my chest and neck.  That's when
I started sobbing, which of course, got me a big slap across the face.

   "I'm not fond of your whining and crying, son, so if you don't want to
get slapped I suggest you shut the fuck up and listen to daddy.  It's time
for your first lesson!  Oh boy!"

   I could feel dads rock hard, hairy ass cheeks on my stomach, still
crushing me and pinning me to the bed.  He pulled his hands from behind his
back and before I knew it, he had pulled a black leather blindfold over my
eyes.  My world went completely dark, and I got even more scared.  I could
feel my tears wetting the inside of the blindfold.  I tried my best to keep
my crying quite though; I didn't want to get slapped again.

   "Alright boy, listen up, cause the first lesson is one of the most
important." My dad's voice was booming, even louder now that I couldn't see
him.  It was low and gruff, like an evil wolf might sound.  "For the next
four days you are going to learn about the most important thing in the
world.  The thing that you live and breathe for.  The thing that I squeezed
out cum juice into your disgusting mother to make just so you could
service. And do you know what that is, my little guy?"

   I tried to say no but I was crying too hard, which would prove to be a
problem I had a lot.  Dad didn't wait for me to calm down.

   "MY BODY, SLUT!!" Dad let out his big, long, maniacal laugh.  The sound
of his evil happiness made me shiver and shake even harder.

   "That's right boy.  Daddy's body is now your only reason for living. 
Daddy's body, from head to toe, will be the focus of your life from now on.
But I know that's a lot of information for a little dummy like you to take
in all at once, so we're gonna start real slow.  We have four whole days to
learn about my body, and we're gonna devote 16 hours of each day to a
specific part.  Let's get started!"

   "But --but --daddy?  Why can't I see anything?"

   Dad laughed again.  "Oh, yeah.  I almost forgot.  See son, it's easy to
learn about daddy's body when you can look at it.  But if you see daddy's
body, you might overlook other important things - how it feels, how it
smells, and most importantly, how it tastes.  Without your eyesight, baby
boy, your other sights will be hastened.  Now no more questions.  It's time
to start - today you'll be spending 16 hours with Daddy's pecs and abs!"



   Day 1

   Dad started right away.  While still sitting on my chest, dad lay
forward, putting all his weight on me.  I felt my 5-year-old face quickly
bury into his hairy pecs.  His weight was crushing me, but I didn't have
much of a choice, I couldn't even speak because he was pressing his
muscular chest right into my face.  As he did so, he told me all about what
pecs where, why his were hairy, and what routines he did at the gym to make
them so perfect.  I just lay there listening, struggling to breathe, each
breath bringing an inhale of my father's masculine must.

   After a few hours of that, dad adjusted so that this rippled abs were on
my face.  I felt the bumps of his six-pack pressing into me hard, crushing
my nose painfully.  Dad again spent some time telling me about abs, and
going on and on about what he did to make them so chiseled - just for me he
was sure to remind me.

   Once I had the smell and feel of dad's chest down pat, it was time to
move on to tasting.  I protested at first, but it only took a few whacks to
the back of the head to help me change my mind.  Before long, dad and I had
moved down to the living room.  Dad sprawled out on a big couch, watching
some ultimate fighting on TV, while half-heartedly telling me to lick
various parts of his body.

   "Alright, now lick the crease between daddy's pecs," he'd say, not even
taking his eyes of the TV to acknowledge what I was doing.  I did notice
him smile a few times, however, when my tears hit his chest.  "Now go back
to daddy's right nipple, you disgusting whore."

   After a while, dad fell asleep on the couch, and I was so exhausted I
fell asleep right there next to him.



   Day 2

   I woke up the next morning in my own bed.  Dad must have carried me
upstairs at some point.  Sadly, it wasn't a nightmare.  I was still naked,
in a collar that was chafing my little neck.  Still blindfolded.  I lay
there for a few minutes, contemplating my life and all the many questions I
had, wondering what had happened to my daddy, and most of all missing my
mommy.  As if he somehow new I was awake, dad came in the door.  I could
smell him before I saw him.

   "Damn it's hot outside, boy.  I can't believe you're just now waking up.
I've been up for hours and went for a long run.  I'm nice and sweaty now -
perfect for your next body part!"

   Dad crossed the room silently, so I was surprised when I felt his hand
in m hair, yanking hard.  He pulled me up and up and up, until I was
standing on my tiptoes on my bed.  But it was necessary you see - that's
how tall I had to be to reach his hairy armpit.

   In no time, my child face was buried in his glistening, hairy pit.  It
smelled so strongly of dad that I almost passed out - but dad's hand
squeezing my ass checks hard and pulling my hair with the other kept me
from unconsciousness.

   Dad let me revel in the armpit for about an hour there.  This time he
wasn't talking much - just laughing a few times when I gagged or started to
pass out.  Then he switched me over to the other pit, and held me there for
another hours.

   But soon that wasn't enough.  "LICK!" dad barked at me.

   I tried to call out "No PLEASE!" But all that came out was "MFFFFF" and
that was enough to make dad mad.  He spanked me hard on the ass, making me
cry out, but it was effective - I was licking his rancid armpit right away.
Lap lap lap lap lap!

   After several hours licking away at each armpit, still being held up by
my golden curly hair, dad announced that it was time for him to shower off
my spit.  He hooked a finger in my collar and led me to the bathroom, where
he proceeded to instruct me on the proper way for me to wash his pits. 
Afterward, it was time for more sniffing.  Then more licking.  Then another
shower.  Over and over and over until it was time for sleep.



   Day 3

   This time, I woke up on the floor of the bathroom.  It's cold - I must
have fallen asleep in there after one of the showers, and Dad just left me
there.  My mouth is full - something hard and round and salty filled my
little mouth, wriggling between my lips.

   I was breathing heavily through my nose, and tried to pull off whatever
it was that was in my mouth.  But no matter what I did, it followed me,
staying in my mouth and refusing to give me relief.  So I resigned myself
to laying on the cold bathroom tile and sucking on the strange,
bizarre-tasting thing in my mouth, feeling it with my tongue.

   It had hair on it - but that came as no surprise.  After spending more
than 24 hours with my dad's chest, abs and armpits, I figured he must have
hair on every inch of his body.  The taste was the worst part - I
definitely recognized it but I wasn't sure from where.  It was soft and
fleshy, but hard on top.

   After about an hour of sucking on it, another littler version of it
wriggled into my mouth, and it was then that it dawned on me - I was
sucking on my dad's toes!  The disgusting revelation made me pull back
quickly, and finally dad's toes slipped out of my mouth.

   "WHAT THE FUCK??" Dad roared angrily.  He was not pleased that I had
stopped my lesson.  I curled up and covered my face, expecting a slap or
kick, but instead I got something worse.  Dad stepped on my face.

   As I've said before, dad wore a size 13 shoe.  His feet were simply
enormous.  The length of it was longer than my face, so while his toes were
on my forehead, the heel of his foot pressed on my neck.  Dad stood on one
foot, putting all of his adult weight on my little 5-year-old head.  I felt
like it was going to pop!

   "Don't you EVER take toes out of your mouth on your own.  Do you
understand me?  When a man gives you his delicious toes to suck on, you
keep them in that slut hole of yours you call a mouth until he removes them
on his own, do you hear me?"

   Other men?  What other men would put their toes in my mouth?  I thought
this was something that dad was teaching me on his own!  I couldn't answer,
I could only cry.  Dad took the opportunity to just kick his foot back into
my mouth, and I resumed sucking them while he sat down on the toilet to
relax.

   Later we moved down to the living room, where I found dad had set up his
treadmill.  He had me sit at the foot of the treadmill and watch him take a
long jog.  For the first time he took my blindfold off, but I wasn't
permitted to talk.  He was completely nude except for a pair of socks and a
pair of sneakers.  I watched intently, silently, terrified at the sight of
his big feet stomping so hard, and of course the massive meat stick of a
fuck tool bouncing up and down in its rock hard state.  He was a scary
sight to behold.

   After his long run, dad enjoyed an glass of ice water and some TV time
while I was given his dirty socks and sneakers.  As he flipped the channel,
he "helped" me take his sweaty, dirty sock and suck it for about an hour.
Then he had me switch to his other sock and do the same.  Once I had them
both saturated in my spit, dad pulled me up on the couch next to me.

   Bent over his knee, dad buried my face in one of his sneakers.  He
withdrew some duct tape from the coffee table and used it to secure the
sneaker to my shoe.  The blindfold was back on at this place, and his shoe
was so big that my mouth and nose both fit into it.  I could do nothing but
breath in the fumes of his sweaty sneakers while he channel surfed some
more.  About halfway through this treatment, he decided that I deserved a
spanking for some reason.  He didn't bother to explain why, but he did
spend a few good hours just watching Star Wars and slapping my little
smooth, innocent child ass while I yelped and gulped down daddy foot sweat.

   When it was all over, he put me back to bed with his sneaker still taped
to my mouth.



   Day 4

   So far, the week had been god-awful.  I had become introduced to parts
of my father so intimately; even my dead mom probably didn't understand his
pits, abs, pecs and feet like I did.  To my knowledge, mom never spent
hours laying on a bathroom floor sucking on dad's dirty toes - that was a
form of torture and honor he saved for his young son.

   But nothing could prepare me for the horror that would come the next
day. Day four of my training would go down as the worst day of my young
life - but it would only hold that title for about 24 hours.  Come to think
of it, over the next year, each day was worse than the one before.  I guess
you could say each day of my life as a 5 year old was the worst day of my
life.

   I was woken up that morning to the feeling of the duct tape shoe being
ripped from my face.  While it really hurt when the tape came off, I was
thrilled to finally be able to get a breath of fresh air.  I had slept
fitfully all night, forced to bring in nothing but my father's foot funk.

   However, before I could even pull some fresh air into my little lungs, I
found myself being smothered by something that was hard and soft at the
same time - and FUCKING FURRY!  I let out a defeated whimper as I realized
I simply wasn't going to get a break in between my foot lesson and whatever
this was.

   Breathing in through my nose, it didn't take me long to realize what it
was on my face.  I immediately started gagging and struggling, which only
made dad settle down more onto my face and laugh as he did so.  The hairy
pieces of meat that were covering my tiny boy face completely were none
other than the big, beefy, fur covered cheeks of my father's ass.  And his
hairy hole sat squarely on my lips.

   While I was freaking out, dad was having a ball.  He was laughing and
laughing his insane laugh, moving his hips so that his ass really grinded
onto my face.  I could do nothing but lay there in my bed and take it.  It
was bad enough that it was so hard to breathe, but the fact that when I did
inhale, I only got a whiff of my father's butt hole was unbearable.

   Stop for a moment and imagine my horror when I heard dad unfurl his
newspaper.  He had brought the daily paper into my bedroom!  Dad had always
read the newspaper first thing in the morning for as long as I could
remember, and it looked like he wasn't going to break his habit.  He sat
there humming to himself, smothering his son with his bare ass, and taking
in the goings on of the outside world (a world which I wouldn't see for
another 10 years.)

   When he was finally done reading every single word in the newspaper he
announced that it was time for breakfast.  Despite my situation, this made
me happy - I was starving!  But soon I realized he was mostly talking to
himself.  I felt a warm plate rest on my belly, and I could tell there was
hot food on it.  However, the smell of my dad's morning ass was so strong
that I couldn't smell any of the delicious breakfast he was eating.

   "Hold this," dad barked and placed a glass of something cold, my guess
was juice, in one of my hands.  "And this, slutty face." In my other hand
he placed his hot cup of morning Joe.  Dad always had juice and coffee with
his breakfast.  It wasn't bad enough that dad was smothering me with his
ass?  He had to use me as a cup holder too?

   "Alright boy, now, you know Daddy doesn't like to eat alone.  So are you
hungry too?  Hmmm?"

   I tried to shout out yes, but you can imagine what that sounded like
with my face buried deep in muscular daddy ass cheeks.  Dad got a hoot out
of that.

   "Good.  The dig in!  For breakfast today you're having a big heaping
serving of hairy butt hole!  You're favorite!"

   Mfff mfff was all I could say!  I was only 5 for god's sake!

   "I want you to slobber on it like the hungry puppy slut you are.  That's
right my little guy, it's an all you can eat buffet to your Pop's
delicious, ripe butthole!  Don't be shy!  Just stick out that whore tongue
of yours and feat!  And if you don't --.well --"

   Dad took his for and jabbed me with it, hard, in the thigh.  Another jab
and you bet your sweet ass I was licking as hard as I could.  Gagging,
crying, sobbing, sure --but licking deep inside that hairy funky hole of
his for all I was worth.  I think I may have spit up at one point, but Dad
either didn't notice or didn't care.

   Dad took his sweet time with breakfast, but finally it was over.  He got
up off me and watched for a few minutes as I gasped at the fresh air, still
blindfolded.  Dad just laughed a little, not saying anything, letting me
catch my breath after my hours-long wake up call.

   Finally after I had replenished my oxygen, I began to think about what I
had just done.  My little pristine tongue had been buried deep inside my
dad's hole.  How disgusting!  I licked around inside my mouth, and found I
had some of his ass hairs stuck in between my teeth.  Gross!

   I reached up to pick out the ass hairs, and flicked one onto the bed. 
That's when dad jabbed me with the fork again, causing me to yelp.

   "I give you a delicious hair from my ass to keep, and you throw it away
like that?  That's no way to treat your dad's hole-pubes.  Those hairs are
good for you, and you need to swallow them like they were candy.  NOW!"

   Another poke from the fork and I felt him shove the discarded anal hair
back into my tiny mouth.  Fearing another jab, I quickly swallowed, and
then proceeded to pick another ass hair out of my teeth and force it down
my throat.  I swallowed 8 hair from my breakfast session, and throughout
the rest of the day, would consume over 20 more.

   Come to think of it, that's all I got to eat that day.  Dad had plenty
of food, but all I got to taste was butt sweat and ass hairs.  Poor little
me.  What horrible luck to be born to such an insane, sexy dad!

   The rest of my ass-eating day went relatively along the same path.  Dad
moved me from room to room of the house, each time positioning me in a way
so that he could sit squarely on my face and smother me with ass.

   Dad even took the time to get some housework done.  He spent some time
under the kitchen sink, fixing a pipe.  While he did so, he was on all
fours, his ass sticking out into the kitchen.  And you can bet he had me
there on all fours as well, working at cleaning out his pipes.

   One of the worst parts about these lessons I was learning was the fact
that half the tie, my father didn't even notice that I was putting my all
into playing his sick and twisted mind games.  He just whistled and worked
on those pipes under the sink for three hours, the hole time ignoring the
fact that I had my nose in his cheeks and my pink tongue giving his old
sphincter a good swirly job.  I don't know why I wanted my father's
recognition during this hell, but I did.

   At one point, he had me on the couch, and while I munched, I heard the
strangest noises coming from the TV.  People were moaning and groaning - it
sounded like a man.  But then there was another voice that was really
screaming and crying - at first I thought it was a lady, but after the
movie ended and dad got up off my face, I saw a quick glimpse of a little
boy's face - and then it faded to black.  My little mind raced, wondering
what dad had just watched.  I noticed his cock was harder than ever.



   Finally the day was over, and I was so happy.  I knew that today was the
last day of my training - or at least that's what I thought.  See,
5-year-olds have a hard time remembering things sometimes, so despite the
fact that I had been told more than once that my training was going to last
for a year, I went to bed thinking that I was finally free and I could
return to my normal life tomorrow.

   It had been a grueling four days, and I was starving having not eaten
very much.  But more than I was hungry, I was exhausted.  When dad lay me
down in my bed, my blindfold still on, it didn't take me long to fall into
a deep, deep sleep.

   That night, I had one of the most vivid dreams of my life.  At first it
was a very happy dream.  In it, my mom had never died.  She was alive
again, and had me in her arms in her bed.  She cradled my little body like
she used to, and smoothed down my hair.  I was so happy to see her in my
dream, I was crying.  She cooed at me and told me it was all OK, that Daddy
wasn't gonna hurt me anymore.

   But then the dream took a dark turn.  I couldn't hear mom talking
anymore, because something was hitting me in the face.  Something thick,
and hard - and --.wet?  I couldn't see it in my dream but it was
relentless. Over and over and over the wet hammer of meat slapped at my
young face until I woke up.  Mom was gone with the dream, but dad was still
there.

   Dad ripped off my blindfold and I was instantly overwhelmed with
brightness.  I couldn't see a thing!  After all, I had been without sight
for four days straight.  But now my sight was coming back to me, and I
looked up to see that the hammer that was slamming me in the face -

   Was none other than my own father's cock.  SLAP SLAP SLAP!  Dad
pistol-whipped me with his cock for another 10 minutes after I had woken
up. I was afraid I was gonna get a black eye!

   "Wakey, wakey, little fuck toy," Dad said with a smile from atop my
chest.  "It's time for your next lesson!" 
