Date: Sun, 21 Apr 2024 23:59:17 +0000
From: bredandbuttered@protonmail.com
Subject: Remembering Dad Episode 1

Remembering Dad


Here I'm gonna tell stories about my dad. He's everything to me. My
father, my protector, my owner, my keyholder, the love of my life. It's
been that way for as long as I can remember; and it suits me just fine.
If you are under 18, take umbrage with stories that involve incest and
sex with minors, or if consuming such content is illegal in your area,
you should probably start looking in a different category on this site,
or leave it entirely, just saying. This story is fiction, and any
resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. This is a
fantasy; the author does not condone or endorse actions depicted within
its text. Disclaimers aside, happy jerking.



Episode One: the beginning.


When I was little I'd sneak into dad's room every night just to cuddle
with him and, in hindsight, dad probably let it go on way too long.
Couple that with basically every kind of anxiety and a splash of OCD and
it means now I basically can't sleep by myself.


I was young when I started to show interest in dad's cock, staring at it
when he would walk around naked from the bathroom to the bedroom. I
thought I was being clever but he knew every time; probably made extra
trips on purpose. He would jerk off in the living room after I'd "gone
to bed". I didn't even have to leave the bedroom, if the door was open
a crack (and it would be because god knows I couldn't sleep alone in the
dark) I could just peer through and have a full view of dad stoking while
watching his lap-top. I was fascinated by the size of his dick and how
the skin slid over the wide head, and even more fascinated by the ropes
of whitish goo he'd inevitably cover himself in before he stopped.
Looking back I'm sure he was making a show of it, slapping his dick
around and edging himself. Between my less than masculine mannerisms, the
constant staring at his cock and the ballet lessons I begged for, it
didn't take much for Dad to confirm that he was raising a fag for a
son. I think he was always fine with it.


Once I started getting spontaneous erections it took very little
convincing to get me in a cock cage. It was that or sleeping in my own
bed, "because the only cock in daddy's bed is mine, ok boy?". The rule
seemed fair to me, and the little pink cage was so cute. Dad even found
custom ones shaped like Pokémon, little Clafables and Gengars and stuff,
which I loved. I have no idea if I would have grown to be as heavily
endowed as dad, but even now I fit my clit (as dad calls it) quite
comfortably into a V5 Holy Trainer in size Nano with the smallest ring
size. My dicklet doesn't really get bigger even when I'm not caged,
which is pretty much only during my ballet lessons.


I've always had a bit of an anal fixation. One day Dad caught me with a
hairbrush handle up my butt and a few days later I would find entry level
plugs and dildos scattered throughout the bathroom and my bedroom (that I
never slept in), along with nice quality lubricants. I might have been an
emotional and anti social kid, but I wasn't dumb, and I put two and two
together pretty quickly. Soon I was plugged almost all the time at home,
completely out of my own motivation. I just liked how the plugs and
dildos made me feel. A couple of times I remember my favourite plugs
vanishing and being replaced with the same toys of a slightly greater
size. Daddy was hole training me before I even knew what that meant.


So we were sleeping in the same bed every night, usually cuddling in some
way or another. And of course I would notice dad's nighttime erections.
Again, thinking I was clever, I would wait until I thought dad was asleep
on his back, then I'd start exploring. At first just touching and
feeling his cock and balls through the fabric of his boxers, but soon
evolved to more more risky explorations; pulling his boxers down or
pulling his cock down and out one of the leg holes. There's no way he
really slept through it, but he never reacted. I would have my little
hands wrapped as far as they could reach around the shaft, feeling the
soft smooth skin slide over the hardness beneath. Innocently smelling and
tasting it out of curiosity. Occasionally falling asleep myself with my
head resting on Dad's hip or stomach with his laid out beside my face.
The scent of dad's crotch is, to this day, the most comforting homey
smell I can think of.


Dad eventually started explorations of his own. He was actually so gentle
at first I'm really not sure how much of it I was even awake for. I
often fall asleep curled up as the little spoon with dad's hand on my
little ballet butt anyway. I remember being aware that dad must have a
finger or two in my butthole, but just like he'd done, I never stirred
or made a sound. It wasn't until he finally tried to push his cock in
that I couldn't pretend any more. It hurt quite a lot but he held me
firmly and whispered comforting words directly into my ear. Telling me to
be a good boy for dad, that I was being so brave and that I was making
him feel so good. Even though I followed his instructions, taking deep
breaths and focusing on letting daddy in, it was still pretty much
impossible for dad to fuck me probably. But trying became the new
nighttime ritual. I would wriggle my butt impatiently into his crotch
until he finally relented and pushed his fingers or cock head in. Then
I'd whimper and he'd comfort me. I'd whimper even when it didn't
hurt, because I liked the way daddy's voice sounded when he soothed me.
He must have noticed me pushing back into him. I was often waking up with
wetness around my butt thinking I'd had an accident, but it didn't
smell like pee at all. In hindsight dad was quietly breeding me without
me knowing. Even before he could really fuck me properly.


One night dad took a little brown bottle from the nightstand, held it to
my nose and told me to sniff a few times. It smelled like chemicals and
soon my head was spinning around and around and all I could focus on was
daddy's voice telling me what a brave good boy I was being and how good
I felt to him. By the time I realised what was really going on he was
already thrusting much faster and deeper than he could ever before, but I
was still too tight for a really satisfying fuck. He said we would need
to work on that. He said right now I have a hole, but together we can
make it a pussy then maybe even a cunt. But it will be hard work and I
had to promise to keep working at it. I didn't know what that really
meant but my dad is my whole world. I'd do anything to make him proud.


So I guess at this point must have been around 11 or 12. The pretending
to sleep games were over but the nightly activities continued, guided by
daddy telling me exactly what he wanted me to do. Pull the skin back and
suck on Daddy's cock head. Take a deep sniff and hold for 10. Cover my
teeth. Arch my back. Good boy. Every achievement was met with warm and
tender encouragement. Especially when I managed to make dad cum, as he
called it, or when he came while fucking me. I was getting addicted to
the smell and taste of the whitish gooey stuff he squirted and would eat
it every time I could. Dad stopped wearing anything but underwear (if
that) at home and told me I shouldn't either. He started to buy
underwear and lingerie that he insisted I wear whenever I'm home and
under my clothes when I went out. He also began playing a more
instructive role with how I should use the toys he was supplying. I now
only slept with a plug in my hole (when not daddy's cock), held in place
with a firm fitting string that also kept my caged clit covered.


Slowly taking daddy's cock got easier and easier, until I didn't need
poppers any more really. That didn't stop daddy holding them under my
nose and demanding I sniff though. I liked the way it made my head spin
and my hole feel anyway. One day after fucking me quite long and hard in
doggy he pulled out and saw my hole stay exactly as it was with his cock
inside. A perfectly round open smooth hole. He spanked me affectionately
and said how proud he was of me and what a good boy I was. He said I
finally had a pussy! And a damn near perfect one at that. He finished
"breeding" me, pushed in a plug and pulled me in for a cuddle and a
kiss. He said he loved me and that he had lots planned for us to explore
together. I said that I loved him too and fell asleep on his chest.



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