Step-fatherly love Part 4 - Sex Stories

Step-fatherly love Part 4

I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening switching between my SF’s cock and the smaller of the two dildos. My SF would let me suck his cock and then work on my gag reflex with the dildo. He pushed the dildo to the passing point of my tonsils and then held it there so I could get used to it. He told me to relax and time my breathing. So when he pulled the dildo back I would have just enough time to exhale and take a breath; very smoothly and effortlessly like I was instructed. Before I was allowed to go to bed he rewarded me with a huge load of cum. I made sure not to lose a drop. It tasted somewhat salty, but good, and had a very distinct smell that was extremely pleasing to me. It was a taste and smell that I associated with a job well done from that point on, no matter who was feeding me the load. This was the beginning of my life as a submissive, bottom boy who followed instructions like I was told. Eventually it led me to becoming a sex slave for a group of men who held me captive for 8 months of the year that I was their slave. Once I was in my room I continued working with the smaller dildo, pushing it past my tonsils over and over again. I spent that entire night doing this “exercise” (as my SF called it) and the next morning my throat was sore, but in a good way. Throughout the 8 years of my training I would have many different “exercises” that I would be required to perform regularly. The next day when I arrived home from school my SF was waiting for me with ...

... his cock out. I immediately undressed as always and kneeled on the floor in front of him and waited for my instructions. All I thought about that entire day at school was how pleased my SF would be with my progress. He gave me the nod and I started sucking his cock with exuberance. I worked on his cock for about an hour non-stop before he told me to take a break. He said he was pleased with the effort I was making when sucking his cock and that I was a quick study, learning very quickly what had took my Mom months to learn. Then he stood up and told me to lean my head back and open wide. I did exactly what I was told and he began feeding me his cock very slowly, pressing the head against my tonsils then pulling back to allow me to breath. I was becoming more and more relaxed, my throat was starting to loosen up he told me. Then with each pump he would push a little further until I was actually taking most of his cock down my throat. He was extremely pleased as each time it went a little further he would make a noise something like “Ahhhhh.” I was able to take more than half of his cock in my throat and although his balls would slap my chin on his way down I could still see several inches of his cock sticking outside of my mouth. This “exercise” continued for about two more hours before I was allowed a break. My SF was a very methodical, patient man who planned out everything he did like a strategist playing chess. Each move he made was well thought out and led to his next move. ...