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Subject: Robert and his Dad’s Feet Part 3 Robert and his Dad’s Feet Part 3 by Ralph Gordon All rights are reserved by the Author. The author claims all copyrights in this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed without the consent of the Author. I have tried to recreate events, locales and conversations from my memories of them. In order to maintain their anonymity in some instances, I have changed the names of individuals and places. This story is about Robert’s intense fetish for men’s feet, especially his dad’s, and oscillates between his actual experiences growing up and the fantasies that he derived from them. As you might guess, I am telling my story through the character Robert. P.S. Nifty needs your donations to provide these wonderful fty/donate.html Please feel free to e-mail me at ail. I’d love to get feedback from you! Please read parts 1 and 2 if you haven’t already; they describe Robert’s earlier actual experiences with and also fantasies about his dad’s feet. In part 1, we explained that Robert grew up in a religion that taught strict self-control and self-mastery. Some of its teachings included strict prohibition from masturbation and no sex outside of (hetero) marriage. Robert began to eroticize chastity and the denial of sexual pleasure from a young age. He felt incredibly guilty about his constant need to jerk off and he felt especially bad that his thoughts were about men and their feet, and to make matters worse, it was his dad’s feet that he loved most. It was one thing to wank to the thoughts of women who he could seek out for marriage, but another thing altogether to fantasize about something that was completely forbidden and could never be accepted within the realms of his faith. We will refer to Robert’s religion as ‘the Faith’. As discussed in part 1, Robert’s teenage mind would drift often to bizarre fantasy scenarios where boys like him were constantly being monitored for deviant desires, with measures being put in place to either prevent him from masturbating or to channel his desires towards women. It is important to remember the circumstances of Robert’s youth. Try to put yourself in his shoes, where his thoughts would shift between school, his dad’s magnificent feet (which were on display to him all the time when his dad came home from work) and his strict Faith. Robert began to have strong fantasies about his dad’s feet in a religious context. In his fantasies, he made adjustments and extensions to his Faith’s laws so that boys like him were actually encouraged to worship their creator’s feet. Let’s enter the realm of Robert’s fifth fantasy now. Robert’s Fifth Fantasy: Submitting completely to his dad’s feet Stage One: Discovering your sexual calling There were various religious classes that Robert had to attend when he was growing up. He remembered one of them vividly. The Faith had very clear instructions about channeling sexual desire. When the boys reached a certain age, they had to spend a few weeks visiting ‘Sexual Calling Cubicles’. This allowed the Elders in the Faith to identify what turned the youth on sexually. They would then spend time with psychologists to explore these themes in more depth, and finally, the young men would be encouraged to channel their sexual desires according to the Faith’s laws. Robert couldn’t wait for this time of his life, especially as he was getting hornier and hornier day by day. By the time the ritual of the cubicles began, Robert had already had many orgasms (both dry and wet), with around 80% of them to do with his dad’s feet and the rest to do with the boys from his class. On the first day, Robert, wearing only a towel, entered a sealed cubicle, totally separate from other cubicles where other youths were being investigated. They were all unable to hear what was going on in the adjacent cubicles. Wrapped around their penises were devices that vibrated at a constant rate, delivering a moderate amount of pleasure to their systems. Eventually, they would reach orgasm. A five-second picture would be shown to them and they were able to press a button indicating whether they like or don’t like it. Robert’s hands were tied so that he could not stimulate himself; he could only press the acceptance or rejection button. If Robert rejected a picture, it was removed from the batch of pictures. If he accepted it, then it was placed in the loop to be shown again later. All sorts of fetish pictures were shown to Robert. Eventually, a foot fetish photo appeared and, of course, Robert eagerly accepted the picture. The algorithm involved was very intelligent, and it didn’t take long for the Elders to figure out that Robert was quite obsessed with men’s feet. After the daily sessions in the cubicles, he would often hear the other guys joking about how they had cum to pretty girls and their big tits. He didn’t dare tell them the truth. Instead, he laughed along with them, while secretly checking out their meaty feet. His dick would harden as he caught multiple glimpses of their sexy, smooth, exposed soles as their heels lifted off the ground, inevitably followed by the thwacking noise of the flip-flop slapping against the heel. He wondered if any of them knew how intoxicating such sights and sounds were. As the days in the Sexual Calling Cubicles were coming to an end, Robert realized that the pictures he was cumming to the most were of masculine feet. He realized that his favorite ones were the feet that reminded him of his dad’s. He was very nervous as the day approached were he would speak to the psychologist. Stage Two: Discussions with the psychologist Robert was anxious when he entered the psychologist’s room for his first Sexual Calling discussion session. The psychologist was an Elder from his Faith, called Dr. Forrest, who had helped many guys like Robert find their sexual path within the Faith. Robert knew that this is where his sexual fate would be sealed. It excited him in a way as he loved the idea of being controlled by other men. Forrest was a handsome older man who gave him a warm handshake and told Robert to take a seat on the couch. “So, young man. I’ve been looking at your files. Looks like you’re quite special. Did you enjoy the sessions in the cubicles?” Robert’s instinct was to keep to himself his feelings about the images he had cum to, although he realized Forrest obviously had access to all the information. “Yes, doctor, but I felt embarrassed about what I liked.” He decided to get straight to the point as a way to reduce his anxiety while he sat in front of Forrest, who had the air of a humble king. “Let’s see here,” said Forrest, as he took out a file from one of his desk drawers and sat right next to Robert on the couch. Robert felt nervous as Forrest’s leg brushed against his. Forrest opened the file and removed large printouts of some of the pictures that Robert had cum to in the cubicle sessions. Robert immediately looked away as he imagined what Forrest must think of him – a young man who was a complete deviant. “It looks like you have quite a fascination for men’s feet,” continued Forrest. “I want you to feel completely relaxed around me and be one hundred percent honest, okay?” Robert nodded shyly. “Now, of course, since you have these unique desires, your sexual calling will probably not be like most of the other boys from your class, you understand?” Robert nodded again. “And after being one hundred percent honest with me, you are going to also be one hundred percent honest with your dad, okay? This is all part of the process of sexual discovery. We are going to have you channel your sexual desires in a way that is acceptable within the Faith. Your dad and I will be part of the process.” Forrest patted Robert’s knee gently and the young man began to relax a little, as he did not feel threatened by the doctor anymore. In fact, part of him wanted to ask him why he had such desires and whether he should try and change them. As if reading his mind, the doctor continued, “Now I am sure your dad would like your desires to be towards girls, and he may even suggest some attempt at reparative therapy, but from my experience these don’t work very well and end up traumatizing the patient, so I am going to be on your side here and try my very best to help you channel your desires in ways that are acceptable to the Faith, your dad as well as yourself.” Robert nodded, more eagerly now. “So I am going to ask you some personal questions now about your sexuality and I want you to just relax, maybe close your eyes, and just tell me the truth, okay?” said the doctor, with a kind smile. “Okay”, Robert replied. “Since we are going to be sexually honest from now on, I am going to have you expose your genitals to me while we discuss your feelings in more detail,” Forrest went on. “Does that make you feel uncomfortable?” “Kind of, yeah,” said Robert. “I find that complete genital exposure allows the patient to be more honest with me and I get to observe the subtle responses of his penis as we explore various topics. I promise you will find it very liberating and enjoyable as time goes on. Let’s have you remove your pants completely and then pull down your underwear to just below your balls, Robert.” Robert responded quite fast to Forrest’s assertive tone, pulling down his pants and leaving them on the floor. He shyly covered his tumescent penis with both hands, the bulge clearly visible through the fabric of his underwear, and sat back down slowly on the couch, his breathing louder and feelings of anxiety returning. He couldn’t believe this was happening. “Alright Robert, I am going to fully expose you now. Just breathe normally and just prepare yourself for some honest sexuality talk,” said Forrest, as he grabbed the waistband near Robert’s now three-quarter erect penis. With his other hand, the doctor placed a curious thumb over a dark, wet patch where the cockhead met the material of Robert’s underwear. “Robert, that’s a large amount of precum already! Incredible!” exclaimed Forrest, as he pulled the underwear over the aroused penis, placing the waistband just underneath Robert’s testicles. This had the effect of pushing Robert’s sperm-factories further up towards his belly-button. The horny young man looked down at his penis, pointing right up at him, now fully erect, his cockhead already half exposed, while a thick drop of precum rolled down from his piss slit to roughly were the foreskin now reached. Forrest continued, as he gently massaged Robert’s balls, “These are beautiful symmetric balls. I am sure your father will be proud to see what he has created!” “Thanks, doctor,” Robert exclaimed. “I never thought of them as nice looking.” “First thing’s first, Robert,” said Forrest, “Let’s get that dickhead of yours fully exposed. Any trouble with foreskin retraction?” “It get’s a bit dry for the last bit,” replied Robert, as the doctor grabbed his foreskin and began to pull. Feeling some resistance, Forrest massaged some of the boy’s precum into his dickhead to aid in the foreskin pulling and then pulled again. Soon, Robert’s dickhead was glistening from the precum massage and fully exposed to the doctor. “Those are some great baby-makers you have there, Robert,” said Forrest. “I think your dad will be disappointed when he finds out where you’d like your semen to end up!” “I kinda feel bad about that, though,” said Robert, “Cos I want to make him happy.” “Of course you do, Robert. That’s normal,” reassured Forrest. “Actually I need to take a photo of you, exposed like this, for your files, so just relax like this and I’ll be quick. Robert waited patiently as the doctor pulled out quite the fancy looking camera from one of his desk drawers and stood in front of Robert. “Alright, Robert,” said the doctor, “Let’s have you look directly at the camera and think about how proud you want your dad to be of you, okay?” FLASH!!! Robert’s whole-body picture was taken. Suddenly, Forrest was on his knees, the camera just a foot away from Robert’s genitals, his penis still erect and drooping slightly to the left. FLASH!!! Robert’s ‘honest’ cock-and-balls photo was taken. “All parts of these sexual discovery sessions must be recorded, Robert. Don’t worry, okay?” said the doctor, as he placed the camera back on the table. “Tell me what it is about these feet that you like so much?” In seconds, Forrest was sitting next to Robert again, and his favorite photo was being shown to him. Robert felt strange knowing that the doctor knew that he had cum multiple times to this particular one. It was of a large, masculine foot over another, with the soles exposed to the viewer. There was a strong, wide heel that then widened out even more towards the arch and ball of the foot. The toes were thick and manly as well. Another drop of precum oozed (although gently erupted might have been the correct way to describe it) out of Robert’s dick, which was now pulsing with excitement. When he saw feet, he just couldn’t control himself. He needed them more than anything and his dick told the truth. He supposed that’s why the doctor completely exposed him, so that he could confirm if what Robert was saying was true. “I love how it gets wider and wider, kinda like how a guy’s body gets wider from waist to shoulders,” said Robert, as he moved his finger from heel to toe over the photograph. “Hmmm. So you like men with narrow waists and wide, manly shoulders?” asked the doctor. “Yeah, and I think when a guy’s foot does that, it’s really hot,” said Robert, realizing that it was the first time he was actually saying what he felt about men’s feet for the first time in his life. “Okay, so is there anything else you like about those feet?” asked the doctor. “The soles are so soft yet strong,” explained Robert. “They’re so sensitive that if you touch them, it’s like it would send a strong signal right to the guy’s dick and brain. It’s like that big, soft underside of a guy’s feet connects to his soul.” “Wow, that’s deep, Robert,” said the doctor. “You really love those feet, don’t you?” “And the toes,” Robert eagerly continued, happy that the doctor was actually listening to him, “They’re also sensitive but strong. They’re like mini dicks that want to be sucked, licked and played with.” Robert was surprised gaziantep travesti at how he was just saying everything to the doctor, but after keeping those thoughts to himself for so many years, he was just happy to have someone to listen to him. “This picture represents everything that’s beautiful about a guy without having to see any other part of him.” “Okay,” Forrest nodded. “So tell me about the guys with feet like that who you fantasize about.” “Hmmm. There’s Jack and also Kevin in my class. They have the best feet,” said Robert. ” Once, we were on an outing and everyone was having lunch on these wooden tables. We were all sitting on these wooden benches and I could see Jack’s soles underneath. They were slightly dusty but so beautiful and manly. He was just casually sitting there and talking.” “Okay, so how did your body respond to this, Robert?” “I got hard real quick. I just kept staring at them, mesmerized. Then I ran to the nearest bathroom, locked myself in one of the stalls and beat my meat to that picture.” “And what were the best features of Jack’s feet?” “They were big and they widened out really nicely.” “Ahah. So that’s a recurring theme in your foot fantasies.” “Yeah,” Robert replied. He started playing with his dick as he thought back to the time in the bathroom when he was cumming to Jack’s meaty feet. Forrest immediately grabbed his hand and pulled it off. “No, Robert, there is no touching of your penis during our sessions unless I say so,” asserted the doctor. “I need to see your penile responses with no physical stimuli right now, okay?” Robert nodded, “I’m sorry.” “You’ll end up soaking my couch with a semen eruption way before our session is over!” the doctor exclaimed, semi-jokingly. “Boys your age are very horny, and believe me, you will be horny for many years to come. My job is to guide you on the right path. I am friendly with you, but you have to follow the rules that we have set for you. You have been used to masturbating at random times and with no guidance whatsoever. Things are about to change, Robert, and believe me, it’s going to be for the better. The more honest you are with me, the better we can channel your desires in the months and years to come. I am so glad you are being so honest with me so far. Now, tell me a bit about Kevin’s feet.” Robert became a bit more nervous after hearing what the doctor had to say about guidance and channeling. It excited him but he worried about the freedom he would have in the future regarding his own penis. Robert continued, “So Kevin is lighter skinned and more muscular than Jack. Actually, he looks like a god. Once, he was wearing only flip-flops in class and I made sure to sit right behind him. He actually asked me why I was sitting there and I made up something. I could only stare at his soles the whole time. They were perfect. Sometimes he would move them and I would wait for those moments so eagerly.” “Big, manly feet with widening soles, I suppose?” queried Forrest. “Unhuh,” replied Robert. “Tell me, Robert, if there were no social behavior restrictions, and Kevin was up for anything, what would you have done to get that release that you so badly needed?” “Ummm. I’d want to make love to his feet, I guess,” replied Robert. “How, exactly?” Forrest was taking notes now, scribbling away intensely. “I’d put my penis on his soles and thrust against them.” “Show me using this photo,” said Forrest, placing the first photo they had discussed in Robert’s hands. “I’d put my dickhead on his arch and start moving it round and round,” said Robert, pointing to the creamy arch in the photo. “Fantastic, Robert, you know what you want. Are there any other men whose feet you fantasize about regularly?” “Oh, it’s kinda embarrassing actually, cos he’s a family member.” “Ah, incestuous feelings, eh? Don’t be afraid. Tell me. You’ll feel much better afterward.” “It’s my dad, actually,” said Robert, shyly. “Ah, the feet of your creator. Interesting,” said Forrest, “Cos our next session will be with him.” “Oh,” Robert responded, swallowing nervously. He was shy around his dad because his dad’s feet intimidated him. “We will have to tell him about your love for his feet as well. This will be an interesting one. Do his feet have the same characteristics as Jack’s and Kevin’s?” “I don’t think it’s a good idea, doctor,” said Robert. “He’ll probably be very angry with me.” “It’s not about whether it’s a good idea or not, Robert. We are going to completely expose you sexually to your father. There’s no going back now. And his feet, Robert. You haven’t told me what it is you like about them.” “Ummm… They are the most beautiful man’s feet I have ever seen. Perfectly shaped. Masculine. Strong. Meaty. Expansive. Sensitive to touch. They’re very tickly.” “And you lick this tickly aspect, Robert?” “Yeah, it shows he has a sensitive side I guess. It’s nice to know that a touch to his strong yet sensitive feet can produce a reaction that goes to his very core.” “It seems you want to connect deeply with your dad, Robert, via the manly feet of your earthly creator. If you could, would you like to fuck his feet in the same way you wanted to fuck Kevin’s feet?” Robert realized that the doctor was using strong language now. He was getting straight to the point and it scared but excited him to the core. “Yeah,” he replied. “Okay, Robert, we’re almost done with the session. I need an ejaculation from you to see that everything is working normally and the ejaculation has to be based on your most highly erotic thoughts, and I think we may be on the money here.” Forrest placed his camera on a tripod just a few feet from Robert and whispered into its mike, “Ejaculation of Robert Gordon, number one, following first sexual desires discussion session.” Robert fidgetted nervously as he realized they were going to film him cumming to thoughts of men’s feet. “Robert. This is your moment. Pretend you’re about to cream the feet of your wildest fantasies. Whose feet do you want it to be? Your pick.” “My dad’s, please,” said Robert. “Okay, Robert, take that photo from earlier and describe to me the final stages of the foot fucking you’d like to give your dad.” “Ummm. I’d lick the soles to make them nice and wet so that my dick can slide up and down easily.” “Okay, but won’t it get dry easily? You just told me earlier that your dickhead can get dry fast when we were pulling down your foreskin.” “Yeah, but I’d be oozing precum all over the soles. It would keep coming cos I love his feet so much.” “Good. You’re being realistic. I like that. Why don’t you put your dickhead right up against that photo for me?” Robert obeyed. Soon the picture of the manly feet had wet precum all over the arch area. “Speak to your dad’s feet, Robert. Tell the world how much you love them.” “I love your feet, dad.” “Okay, now I give you permission to play with yourself. Show us how badly you want them.” Robert started jacking himself off intensely, feverish from the long session with Forrest and knowing that all his dark secrets were now out there. His dickhead was against the photo of the feet he wished were his dad’s. He only wished that they were warm, welcoming soles, instead of just a photo, but the image of the meaty soles was doing the trick. “Tell dad how much you want to cream his soles. Remember these were the feet that were spasming in ecstasy when he came inside your mum and made you!” exclaimed the doctor. “I want to cream your feet, dad,” cried Robert. He didn’t know where the words were coming from but they were just spilling out of his mouth now as he approached his climax. He stroked and stroked for dear life. “I wanna cum on your feet just like when you came inside mum to make me!” An animal groan escaped his lips as his mouth opened in orgasmic shock. He could hear the blood rushing to his ears and the unmistakable sound of the first semen eruption hitting the sexy feet in front of his desperate cockhead, wishing his dick was pressing into a welcoming man foot. Spurt after spurt hit the photo in different areas. Some ended up on the toes, some on the arch, some on the heel. The cum started falling off the photo onto the couch and also onto his legs. He was almost in tears when the last drops oozed out of his still-twitching dick. The feeling of exposure was too much for him. The next few minutes passed by in a blur. He saw Dr. Forrest nodding and smiling, looking satisfied with the video footage. He was cleaned up with a towel by the doctor. That’s when he noticed that the couch actually had stains from what were probably previous orgasms. He wondered how many young men Forrest had processed over the years, all the different stimuli that had worked for each of them, the hundreds of videos Forrest must have filmed and analyzed. “Alright, Robert,” were his matter-of-fact, concluding remarks after the session. “Your ejaculation was very healthy indeed. You were also able to maintain a nice long erection during our discussions, which makes me very happy. The photographs and videos remain with me – your father and I are the only people that will have access to them. We have managed to establish that men’s feet, especially your dad’s feet, turn you on greatly, and this is the direction that your sexual life will take you. If you follow the rules, you will be very happy. Remember, submission to the will of your heavenly AND earthly fathers is the way to go. Next time, we will bring your dad in and expose you completely to him. It will be difficult but it must be done. Then we will begin the process of handing your sex life over to him. Put it this way: your dick is not your dick, but it is your dad’s to command. I suggest you start thinking like that from now and get used to that idea. But don’t worry, you will understand how and why this must be done in time. Enjoy the next few days having free reign over your penis.” Stage Three: Connecting with dad – Robert’s Sexual Calling is established The next session with the psychologist was to be in exactly two days after the first appointment. After the intimate session with Forrest, Robert felt sexually alive in a way he hadn’t experienced before. At home, he felt horny all the time, and his heart started beating fast whenever he saw his dad or his feet. His own feet felt extra sensitive, as he walked around in his flip flops; every time his feet slid even a little bit over the soft material of his flip-flops, he felt a tingly sensation around his testicles, as if his entire body was getting ready for the special session where he would be entirely exposed to his dad. When he was walking around semi-hard, the foreskin would tend to retract to about halfway down his dickhead, causing his sensitive, exposed glans to rub against his inner thigh, making him even harder and hornier. Forrest had not given him too many details about the next session. He had told him, though, that he was not to masturbate at all in those forty-eight hours between sessions because it was very important that he presented himself in a highly aroused state to the two men when the time came. Robert was wondering what the ‘sexual handover’ process was going to be like. The idea that his dick was going to be his dad’s to command both scared him and turned him on intensely at the same time. He felt that he was semi-hard everywhere he went. When he saw his dad’s feet propped up on the coffee table after dinner on one of the nights, he became so erect that it hurt. He wanted to tell his dad everything that had happened in the doctor’s office but had been told not to discuss any of it before the next session. Apparently, Forrest was going to give his dad a complete briefing on his son’s situation before Robert entered the room where his sexual fate would be sealed. The day finally came and Robert knocked on Forrest’s door at 5:30 pm, as he had been told. He knew from the last session’s post-brief that his dad had arrived at the doctor’s office early after work and had received a full brief regarding his son’s sexual deviances and how the session was going to progress. Robert was the one who was most in the dark about things. It was Forrest who opened the door and told Robert to take a seat on the couch. “Your father is almost ready, Robert. He’s just taking a shower. Don’t worry, he’ll be wearing his work socks from today,” Forrest grinned and squeezed Robert’s shoulder as if this piece of information was exactly what Robert wanted to hear. Robert managed a small smile, immediately picturing his dad’s black work socks currently on the floor in the bathroom, casually tossed aside, smelling slightly of man sweat. Those socks to him were equivalent to a bar of gold in worth. He wondered if his dad understood how much influence his feet and socks had over his son, how the sight or scent of them could get him on his knees in seconds and his penis twitching with desire. Robert was afraid and wanted to ask the doctor what he had told his father about him. Forrest, ever the mind reader, continued, “Over the last hour or so, I’ve been telling and showing your dad what a naughty little foot boy you’ve been. To be honest, he had quite a calm reaction to all of it, as if he knew all about your desires already. Have you told him anything in the past?” asked Forrest. “No,” Robert shook his head. “I’ve stared at his feet a lot though.” “Hmmm. That might explain it,” said the doctor. “I think he’s a little shocked about just how obsessed you are about his feet in particular, but I have a feeling this session will go very well. Soon you will feel very, VERY comfortable around each other like dad and son should be.” Forrest positioned a large chair at the end of the couch and told Robert, “You’re gonna give up the couch to dad after we expose you to him. I’m going to have you sit on the chair after, and your dad’s feet are going to be relaxing right at the end of the couch, where you are going to properly connect with them. Right now, you can just relax.” The sound of the shower running stopped, and Robert began to fidget as he heard his dad getting dressed in the bathroom. He knew the moment was near. Forrest opened the bathroom door and stuck his head inside. “Your son is here, Mr. Gordon, and gaziantep masaj salonları ready for our little session.” Robert didn’t know where to look. His breathing rate increased and he kept his eyes down, glued to the floor. The two men approached him in silence. Next, he heard the doctor say, “Alright sir, just take a seat here right next to your son on the couch. He’s naturally very shy but that will disappear within the next ten minutes, I am very sure.” He felt his dad’s weight on the couch and Robert tried to force a tiny smile and shifted his gaze to his dad’s knee. He could see in the periphery of vision that he was wearing a white short-sleeved work shirt and navy blue trousers. He was wearing his work shoes, but Robert couldn’t see if he was wearing his work socks. “Alright, gentlemen,” said the doctor, as he sat on a chair directly facing Robert, “Let’s not waste time with the exposure phase. Robert, we are now going to expose you completely to your dad, and Mr. Gordon, your strong hands will be doing that work. Let’s start with Robert’s shirt and make our way down, please. No need to be shy.” Robert felt his dad’s hands on his shirt buttons. He was undoing them at a moderate pace. He could feel the heat coming from his dad’s body and this was already turning him on. He didn’t realize that submitting to his dad could be such an arousing experience. The shirt came off and was tossed on the floor. He realized that his dad had seen him naked many times before, but this was different. He was now a horny youth. His dad was going to see a large, throbbing penis instead of the impotent dick of his childhood. Before he knew it, dad had unbuttoned his pants and was pulling them down his legs. Soon, they were on the floor, leaving him wearing only his underwear, socks and shoes. Robert saw that his dick was fully hard and one of the largest precum spots he had ever produced in his life was staring up at him, his acorn-shaped dickhead pushing up against the wet spot on the cotton fabric. “Well, Mr. Gordon, do you think his man-juice factories produce as much precum as your own?” the doctor asked. “Yeah,” Mr. Gordon, said matter of factly, nodding his head. Robert felt like his dad was studying him in a scientific manner, which actually turned him on a lot. Robert liked that he was curious but not overly enthusiastic. He felt like this was his place, that his dad was making sure that he was a good enough specimen for whatever rituals they would participate in in future. “That reminds me,” said the doctor, “this is the perfect time for a little probing, as his urethra is all moist with precum. One second, gentlemen,” he said, as he took two small packets from one of his desk drawers. “This one,” explained the doctor, as he tore the package open and removed a four inch, slightly flexible, narrow, tube-shaped object with a cap at the end and a round, smooth bit at the other, “Is to get a reading of his penile temperature. I completely forgot last time. Actually, it will be a great way for you two to connect, as such an intimate act will help you two feel much closer. Go ahead, Sir, let’s have you insert this in your son’s penis, although, his dick is really yours to command, so I cannot really say it is his penis anymore!” Forrest handed over the tube to Robert’s dad. The temperature readout was displayed on the cap, which also prevented the tube from getting lost inside the boy’s hungry penis. Mr. Gordon grabbed his son’s penis at the base, a little bit more roughly than Robert expected. “Stroke him a bit and let’s get another drop of precum out of him,” said the doctor. For the first time in his life, Robert was being masturbated by his dad. He felt horny and emotional at the same time. “Here it comes,” said the doctor, as a perfectly-shaped precum drop appeared out of Robert’s piss slit. His dad, in a rather determined fashion, inserted the flexible tube into his son’s penis. Robert made a little groaning noise as he felt it slide in, and he shifted uncomfortably, as he watched in awe as all four inches disappeared into his throbbing penis. Seeing that Robert was a little uncomfortable, Forrest immediately placed a reassuring hand on his inner thigh. “Don’t squirm too much. Don’t worry, it’s not designed to hurt you.” Both men were staring intensely at the cap, waiting for the temperature to stabilize. The doctor took his professional camera and took a few pictures. “Never thought you’d get fucked like this, eh?” said the doctor, chuckling to himself. “Alright, the temperature is OK,” he continued, after about a minute of penis impalement. “Pull it out slowly, Mr. Gordon. I want a few pictures as it comes out.” Again, Robert groaned, as his dad pulled out the temperature probe. He felt it slide out and he shifted around on the couch. “Taste it, Mr. Gordon,” ordered the doctor, in a calm manner. “It will be one of the most intimate acts you will ever do together.” Mr. Gordon brought the probe to his lips and inserted all four inches into his mouth. “You’ve just tasted the creation-juices of your creation,” the doctor smiled, as he disposed of the probe. “Just one other probe to fuck him with,” he said, as he opened the second package. “This one is to check the pH levels inside his penis.” Robert readied himself to take another violation. He tensed up, and the doctor noticed. “Relax, Robert. It’s your dad. Let him own your beautiful penis. Look how it’s so hard in praise of its creator.” Once again, Mr. Gordon grabbed the base of Robert’s cock and swiftly inserted the four-inch tube into his son. “Your dad doesn’t waste time, I see,” smiled the doctor. “Go ahead and fuck your son’s penis a little. Show him who’s boss.” Robert’s dad pulled out the probe about an inch and shoved it back in. Robert’s immediate reaction was to grab his dad’s hand. “Nope,” said the doctor, immediately, pulling Robert’s hands away. “Look but don’t touch. Learn to let go and let your dad do what’s best for you.” Robert watched as his dad more eagerly began to fuck his dick with the probe. It scared Robert a little that his dad wasn’t asking him how he was feeling, almost like he didn’t really care. Fighting the urge to grab his dad’s hand was difficult. Being so naked and so submissive to his dad was an exciting experience, though. Precum was flowing faster now, dribbling down the sides of his rock hard penis as his dad tried to vary his strokes, sometimes almost pulling the probe out of his son’s dick before re-inserting it into the depths of his eternal admirer. The doctor was filming the scene with his camera and he started playing with Robert’s balls, “Look Mr. Gordon. These are your son’s baby factories. Remember they are yours to command. This is all part of him submitting to you. Learn to enjoy and accept it, both of you.” After about five minutes of relentless probe fucking, the doctor said, “Alright, enough of that for now.” He removed the probe himself and checked the pH reading, which he seemed satisfied about, and continued, “Let’s have you lie on the couch face up, with your feet dangling off the side of the couch, Mr. Gordon. Your son is about to show you how much he loves you. He’s a true dad foot lover!” The doctor gave Mr Gordon a pillow to place under his head and as the man found a relaxing position on the couch, Forrest got his notebook out again and prepared to ask Robert some questions. “Let’s have you kneel on the floor with your head next to your father’s groin, Robert,” instructed the doctor. “You can remove your underwear completely now. And your shoes and socks too. I want you completely naked for what’s coming next. My word, look at how wet it is with precum,” he exclaimed, as Robert’s soaked underwear hit the floor. Soon, his shoes and socks were off and he was in kneeling position. “Tell me, Robert. Have you seen your father’s penis before?” “Yes, sir. Once or twice, when I showered with him as a kid.” “Okay, anything to say about his penis?” “Sure, it had a very nice shape. His foreskin was usually retracted and his acorn-shaped cockhead was exposed, really close to my face. It looked like he was peeing, but it was just the water from the shower pouring off it.” “Did you want to play with it?” “No, doctor. I was just fascinated by it as it was.” “And have you seen his penis erect before?” “No,” Robert shook his head. “Would you liked to see it erect?” asked the doctor. Robert gulped, nervous with all the doctor’s questions. He apparently had paused too long. “Would you like to see it erect, Robert?” he asked again. “Yes,” Robert nodded. The doctor went to his desk and came back with a magazine. Robert could see sexy ladies with big tits on the cover and was puzzled for a second. Forrest gave the magazine to dad. “Mr. Gordon, we are about to have your son engage in some intimate activities with you. It might feel a bit unusual at first, so I’ve got this magazine for you to help you relax and think sexy thoughts.” Robert’s father nodded and opened the magazine. The doctor continued, “Go ahead and gently expose your dad’s penis and balls, boy. Let’s see what created your life.” Robert unzipped his father’s work trousers, a surprising feverishness passing through his body. He then uncovered his dad’s hidden gems by lifting the underwear up and over the cock and balls. He felt the heat coming off his dad’s penis. He couldn’t believe how long it had been since he had seen his dad’s penis. “Before mouth to penis contact, Robert, one question,” stated Forrest, “Have your lips or tongue ever touched your father’s penis?” “No, sir,” said Robert. “Okay, just look into the camera and say, ‘Thank you, dad, for owning my penis with the dick probe. Now my mouth will show your penis how grateful I am that it created me.'” Robert was surprised to see the camera pointing right at his face as he turned to face the doctor and did as previously instructed. His own penis twitched a little, starting to understand now what this sexual handover process was all about. “Good, Robert, now start swirling your tongue round and round his beautiful cockhead,” instructed the doctor. Robert was surprised at how eager he was to execute this task. His dad’s dick seemed so familiar to him. Licking it came naturally. He wanted so badly to see his dad’s dick stiffen as his eager tongue flicked in and out of his mouth and round and round his father’s dickhead. It took a few minutes for his dad’s dick to start erecting. “Now place his balls in your mouth, one by one, Robert,” instructed the doctor. “I am bringing you closer and closer to the sperm that made you. This is the closest you will ever get to experience that moment when your horny father squirted his mighty cum into your mum.” Robert slowly placed one ball into his mouth and sucked. It was an act of adoration and love, placing his dad’s baby-makers into his warm, welcoming mouth. Then he did the same with the other, watching the first testicle return to its natural position in his dad’s protective scrotum. “I wonder which ball your life-creating sperm came from,” said the doctor. “We’ll never know,” he continued. “There are probably many things about your father you will never know.” Robert returned to his dad’s dickhead, the perfectly-shaped acorn at the end of his semi-erect penis. He started to place the entire dickhead into his mouth when he suddenly felt the doctors hand on his head. “No, Robert, I want to see his dickhead,” said the doctor. “Just keep licking until we get the first drops.” Robert worked eagerly on his dad’s penis, making it nice and stiff, wondering what pictures in the magazine he was viewing. It hurt him a little that his dad needed to look at the pictures of women, that his eager tongue was not enough for him. “There we are,” said the doctor. “There comes the first drop.” Robert pulled away for a better view. “Dip your tongue a little into his piss slit as you collect this generous helping of precum from your loving father,” instructed Forrest. Robert eagerly did so, making sure that his tongue passed over as much glistening fatherly cockhead as he could in the process. “And how does that taste?” asked the doctor. “Salty,” Robert smiled. “Okay, let’s have you sit on the chair at the foot of the couch now.” Robert’s eyes remained glued to his dad’s penis as he made his way to the chair, his dad’s work shoes now right next to his face. “Robert, have you made any penile contact with your dad’s foot before?” “No, sir.” “Any licking or kissing of any part of his foot?” “No, sir.” This time he lied, as he could not bear to admit to his sinful adventure that night he licked and kissed his dad’s sleeping feet in the master bedroom. “Any grabbing or touching of your father’s feet?” “Yeah, in the swimming pool one day. We were playing a game where he would try to swim away from me while I pulled him in the other direction.” “How did it feel, touching his feet like that?” “Very sexy. He was so strong. I loved how he would try to kick me away as he swam away from me, and I would grab his feet really hard. The harder he swam, the harder I had to hold on. It reminded me of those programmes on TV where the male is trying to mount the female and she’s trying to get away, but he just holds on until he’s finished. Kinda like that.” “Unhuh. And what happened to that penis of yours when you were playing this pool game?” “I got very aroused but had to stop myself from getting hard, in case he would see me.” “What did you want to do with that sexual energy, Robert?” “Hump his feet, I guess.” “You can say fuck, and don’t give me this I guess bullshit.” “Fuck his feet, doctor.” “And did you try to fuck his feet?” “No way. I just jacked off to them right after when I got out of the pool.” “Well, Robert, today is the day when you make love to your dad’s feet the proper way, the way you’ve wanted to your whole life. How does that make you feel?” “Really excited.” “And just before we expose your father’s feet, just a few more questions,” continued Forrest. “We were talking about his feet earlier, but have you engaged in any sexual act with his socks or shoes before?” Robert paused. “Yes, doctor.” “Listen carefully, Mr. Gordon. You can put down gaziantep escort bayan your magazine now and look your son in the eye.” It was difficult for Robert to look at his dad. Being completely naked, with a raging erection that occasionally dripped precum, was even more awkward. “Remove your dad’s shoes, boy, and tell him what you’ve done with them before.” “Dad, I put my hard dick inside them and fucked them. I’m sorry but I wanted to be close to your feet and was really desperate.” “Do you forgive your son for violating your shoes with his horny teenage dick, Mr. Gordon?” asked the doctor. “No,” said the man on the couch. Robert felt ashamed and looked away. “You have sinned with your dad’s shoes, Robert. In time we will find an appropriate punishment for you. Remove your father’s shoes and insert your penis into them just like you said you used to.” Robert carefully removed each shoe and inserted his throbbing penis into them, one by one. He loved how it disappeared into the warm shoes. The inside of his dad’s shoes was Holy territory for Robert. Only his dad’s feet and socks ever entered them. His penis was probing that private daddy foot-space. It thrilled him that he was the only conquerer that dared penetrate such a space. That’s why his penis always got extra hard before the shoe fuck. It wasn’t so much the shoe itself but how it encased his dad’s treasures so well. The doctor’s camera was now on a tripod next to Robert, recording everything that was being done and said. “Tell us what you have done with his socks,” ordered the doctor. “I’ve worn them on my penis and placed them inside my mouth, Dad,” said Robbert. “I’m sorry.” “And do you forgive your son for fucking and licking your socks, Mr. Gordon?” asked the doctor. Robert’s dad shook his head again. Robert realized his dad wasn’t as pleased with all this as he himself was. “Robert, gently roll up your dad’s black work sock on his right foot, exposing just the heel,” instructed Forrest. Robert realized that this was the moment he had waited for his entire life. He grabbed the sock where it started above the ankle and gently began exposing more and more of his dad’s foot. “And Robert, I need you to say, ‘Dad, let my erect penis, that you have just deflowered with your strong hands, shower your mighty feet with my adoring cum.'” Robert repeated what the doctor said and he couldn’t help but stare at his helplessly hard and leaky dick as he did so. “Stand up quickly and show your dad how much you love his feet, Robert,” ordered the doctor. Robert stood briefly, allowing Mr. Gordon to look at his son’s rock hard missile, helplessly aching for his creator’s feet, wanting to shoot his adoring jizz all over them. “Robert, you are about to acknowledge, in the moments that follow, as your eager penis finds the spot where it belongs on your dad’s meaty soles, that you exist to worship your dad’s feet, to eternally adore them. That is the fate of some boys. Be grateful that you know where that sinful dick of yours belongs. This will be the first of many ejaculations on your dad’s big man soles. Be grateful that you know where your dick belongs.” “Yes, doctor,” said Robert. “I want to give up my dick and cum to my dad’s big man soles.” Robert was surprised at how he did not hesitate to say those words, how eager he was to submit to his dad’s powerful feet. That’s how sure he was about where they belonged. He continued to roll his dad’s work socks until he saw the first bit of sole at the heel. His fingers trembled as the soft, expansive sole became more exposed. As instructed, he stopped when the heel was fully exposed. It was like he was a worshipper at an altar. The object of his desire was the man-foot staring at him, now a quarter exposed, naked, just like his whole body was. “Massage your dad’s sexy heel, Robert,” instructed Forrest. “Admire how soft and sensitive it is, and yet how deadly a blow from such a powerful foot could be. All of male perfection is expressed in these godlike feet.” Robert couldn’t believe that he was able to rub his thumb and fingers into the heel. The feeling was surreal. Such an act seemed so forbidden, yet here he was, watching the skin move under his eager thumbs. “Stand up, Robert, and let’s have you insert that penis of yours between the sock and the soles.” Robert stood, his twitching dick like a serpent ready to pounce on its victim. “Slide it up nicely into the warmth between sock and sole.” Robert almost fainted with ecstasy as he first placed his exposed dickhead in the middle of his dad’s heel and then moved it upwards towards the opening where the sock had been rolled up to. He pushed his dick hard into his father’s sole as he did so, feeling like electrical charges were being transferred from dad to son. His whole body was alive and ready. Ready for the foot fuck. Ready for the prize. Ready to empty his balls on his dad’s wide feet. Robert pushed his dickhead into the space between the sock and the soles. His dad jerked his foot a little, perhaps because his arch, which was where Robert’s dickhead was now positioned, was very sensitive. The eager son pushed his penis ever upwards, sliding across the arch until his cockhead rested somewhere on his dad’s moderately sensitive ball-of-the-foot. Robert loved how warm and welcoming the space was between sole and sock. “When you used to fuck your dad’s worn socks, Robert,” said the doctor, “I bet you wish your dad’s foot was present like it is today. Well, now it is. Worship your creator, son.” Robert began to thrust upward, feeling the entire base of his dick in contact with his dad’s strong soles. He would pull his penis back down, almost to the point where it was about to exit the confines of the sock-sole prison, and shove it back up again, feeling his sensitive cockhead slide against the wide soles. Sometimes, his dad would jerk his feet as his son’s penis continued its relentless assault, probably from the penis passing over nerve endings in the sensitive soles. When this happened, Robert got an additional thrill as his animal instinct kicked in and he grabbed his fathers foot with both hands. “Don’t try to run away, dad,” exclaimed Robert, in a sort of euphoria where he could barely control his thoughts or what he was saying. “There’s no escape! Let me love your big feet.” He could feel more pre-cum oozing out of his penis, some no doubt smearing his dad’s warm soles, the rest getting absorbed into the cotton fabric of the sock. He saw the doctor now removing the sock from the other foot, exposing his dad’s left foot completely. “Look at this foot,” said the doctor. “It’s completely naked for you. Rub your palms against it. Feel your dad’s feet.” While holding his dad’s right foot with his left hand and fucking it at the same time, he rubbed the sensitive palm of his right hand on his dad’s fully exposed foot. It was warm and it felt so big. It was like his hand was exploring a never-ending world of curves, soft and hard valleys and mountains. He would occasionally give one of his dad’s feet a big squeeze to feel their power. The base of the cockhead is arguably the most sensitive part of a man’s body. This part of Robert was now in intimate contact with the foot of his maker. To get a reaction out of his dad, he would occasionally focus just on the arch, fucking it rapidly, with quick, hard strokes. His dad would tend to pull back and push forward hard, the soles of his foot transferring their energy to the entire length of Robert’s worshipping cock. His dad’s heel would hit Robert’s balls, which were roughly where his dad’s heel was, depending on how far up his dad’s foot his dick had reached. He loved this kind of aggressive interaction. His dad’s foot was trying to escape the tickling sensation from the arch-fuck he was receiving, but Robert refused to stop, grabbing the foot with both hands if he needed to and thrusting like a wild animal that wanted to fuck its victim to completion. No matter what happened now, Robert was determined to empty his nuts on these magnificent soles. He welcomed the feeling of the strong foot thrusting back on his dick and balls. He loved the feeling of his balls slamming against his dad’s heel, his most fragile treasures, his baby-makers, in intimate contact with arguably the strongest part of his dad’s body. His huge masculine feet, feet that could destroy his son’s testicles in a single blow, were engaging in a boxing match with his dangling balls. Both men were in a state of heightened stimulation now. Dad’s feet were getting a pounding from the entire length of his son’s cock. Robert was getting to feel the strength of the wide soles from penis tip down to the balls. It was a combination of three things that finally sent Robert into orgasmic ecstasy. Seeing the masculine toes perched on top of his dad’s completely exposed foot, occasionally scrunching and spreading apart was one of them. The other was his balls slamming against his dad’s powerful heel, completely at the mercy of his dad’s foot-spasms. The third was the friction between the base of his cockhead and the big, wide soles of his maker. He realized that this is where his penis belonged, pressed hard against his dad’s foot, for ever and ever. He groaned loudly as his balls come up close to his body and he actually felt the first stream of warm semen slide up his dick and out of his piss slit, shooting upward, praising enthusiastically the mighty feet that caused the release. He grabbed his dad’s foot and felt squirt after squirt shoot out of his reddened organ, claiming its prize. He was like an animal that had just completely owned his mate, regardless of its attempts to escape, like a predator that had killed its prey no matter how much it struggled. The sheer force of his ejaculation had coated some of his dad’s sock-encased toes with semen, he was sure. As his orgasm reached its end, he could feel his semen leaking back downwards over his dad’s soles and over his dick. Most of the semen was stopped by the sock, but some managed to make its way down over the heel by gravity. Forrest rolled the sock all the way up to the toes to show Robert the mess he had made. The beautiful mess of a son loving his dad where it mattered most. There was so much cum on the soles and on the sock. It was as if three men had just cum to his dad’s feet. “Stick your tongue out and place it on the soles, Robert, and tell the camera how much you loved spurting all over your dad’s creamy soles,” instructed the doctor. In his post-orgasm euphoria, Robert smiled and stuck his tongue on the sticky soles and wriggled it around a bit, as if trying to push his cum even deeper into his dad. “I loved fucking your feet, dad,” said Robert to the camera. “This is where my mouth and dick belong.” “Great job, Robert, now remove the sock completely and let’s finish our little ritual for the day.” Robert carefully removed his dad’s sock and found himself getting aroused again at the sight of both his dad’s soles completely exposed. One was dry, of course, while the other was glistening in all the places that his son’s thick semen had ended up. Robert admired the masculine shape of his dad’s feet and the lovely smell of man sweat, work socks and semen that only a session like this could produce. He loved the even manlier toes at the end of the delightful soles. He rubbed his softening dick into his dad’s moist right foot, making swirly motions, enjoying how much easier his dick slid across the soles when they were so cummy and warm. “Enough of that, Robert,” said the doctor. “Let’s have you place the cum-filled sock around your dad’s penis.” Robert eagerly placed the sock around his dad’s semi-erect penis. He couldn’t see his dad’s face as now he was reading the magazine again. “You see, Robert,” said the doctor, as he helped Robert to masturbate his father using the cum-filled sock, “Your dad created you and your baby-makers are now returning to their source, in a sense. You sexy son-semen is now all over your dad’s penis and all over his exposed glans, the same glans you admired in the shower all those years ago. I will let you finish him off.” Robert was so turned on by the doctor’s words that he began to masturbate his dad more eagerly than before. He could feel his semen sliding up and down his dad’s dickhead through the sock. He secretly wished he could push his cum back down his father’s dick and into his balls. Then they really would be back where it all started. His dad was consistently hard now and Robert continued to rub his dad’s penis with enthusiasm. With a grunt, his dad tensed violently and Robert felt his quivering dick shoot in the same sock he had cum in earlier, warm fatherly semen now joining his son’s in the sock receptacle. It was so beautiful and right to Robert that they should participate in such a ritual together. He watched his dad’s feet arch backward and the toes scrunching and spreading while he came into the sock. He finally knew what his dad’s feet did when he ejaculated and he wondered if they twitched and spasmed in the same way when his father’s younger feet were engaged in the ritual of fucking his mum. Once Mr. Gordon had unloaded, Forrest wasted no time in removing the sock from the red and throbbing penis of the father and placing it back on the right foot. Robert was so fascinated by the hard, throbbing dick of his dad. The cockhead was almost purple and his dick was straight, with no imperfections. He saw some white fluid dribbling out of the penis, probably an after-squirt, much like an aftershock after an earthquake. He realized that this is what his dad’s cock looked like when it squirted his life seed into his mum. It was a proud and beautiful dick, as it should be. Some cum had fallen on his dad’s work trousers during the sock transfer, Robert noted, and Forrest encouraged Robert to give his dad’s socked foot a good massage afterward. “Feel both your cum pressing into his soles as you massage them,” he told the boy. “They are going to be soft and supple for future worship sessions.” After placing the work shoe back over the sock, Forrest encouraged Robert to hug his dad’s lower leg and place his face right next to the shoe. “Stay like this for about half an hour, Robert. You’ve had quite the day. Your dad and you are bonded forever now and your rightful place is to worship his feet. Only your dad and his feet matter. Think about your semen and his semen right now, deep inside the shoe we have placed over his foot, encased in warm socks he has worn all day at work. Dad and son have been united today.” End Robert’s fifth fantasy. End of part 3

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