Chronicle of My Sessions With Dad: Session One, Chapter Three
Session Date: Wednesday, April 21st, 1999
Dear Dad,
As you were holding me, you said, "Daddy needs to check inside your rectum. Why don't you bend back over the sofa."
"What are you going to do?"
I kneeled on the sofa from the front and then bent over the back of it. My legs went straight out with my feet high up off the floor. You opened up your little traveling bag and found a rubber glove to put on your hand.
"You just stay there and let your dad do what he needs to do. I'm going to check your prostate-make sure everything's all right."
So you pulled out the butt plug, ("Come on, son; push it out.") And a few seconds later you had a finger stuck up inside me poking around. "Yep, I can tell that you've been jacking off way too much." You stuck a second finger up inside my rectum. "Mm hmm. Here's your prostate."
Meanwhile I'm trying to keep my legs spread so that you can get to wherever you need to get to.
"Oh, dear", you said as you twisted your fingers around making me groan and lift up my head.
"Ow. What's wrong?"
"Your bad habits, that's what's wrong. Way too many orgasms. From now on, you'll ask me for permission."
"For permission?"
"That's right, boy. From now on, it's hands off for you unless I say."
"But, Dad-" and you smacked me with your free hand.
"What did I say?"
"No more orgasms."
"You can email me and ask me. You understand."
"Yes, Sir."
"Good. Who am I doing this for?"
"For me."
"Why?"
"Because it's for my own good."
"Right. Now there's work to be done back here. We need to get something bigger than that butt plug going on back here."
And you removed your hand from my butt, took off the glove and threw it away.
"A boy like you-jacking off so much. I've never heard of such a thing. But this will help." And you put the _d_i_l_d_o_ on my back so I could get a sense of the size of it, the heft of it. "We're going to have to force all of it up there."
That's when I started begging you. "No, Daddy. I can't take all of that. Pleeease no."
"And you need to be _f_u_c_k_ed with it. It's a lot of work keeping you healthy."
While you spoke, you rubbed lube on my asshole and on the _d_i_l_d_o_. I was asking you if it was absolutely necessary to have that big thing up my butt but you ignored me. In a moment, I felt it at my hole pressing slightly. Very slowly, you forced your way in an inch or so and I kind of bellowed, "Ungh!" And a second later the rush of pain hit me. And you pressed further in.
"Ow! Ow, Dad! It hurts."
"I know it hurts, son. I know. You put one hand on my back to give me a bit of comfort but you continued to slide the _d_i_l_d_o_ into me. You were giving me the _d_i_l_d_o_ medicine that my ass needed. "It hurts but it's good for you."
Further and further you pushed it in. I was in too much pain to try and relax. "Ow. Oh! Daa-ddy, ow."
"You can take it. I know you can."
And you kept pushing it in. It was maybe half way in when you paused for a bit. That helped me and I remember just collapsing my tense body over the sofa. My body was giving up trying to struggle as it learned that there was no getting out of this. You were winning. I flopped over the sofa and tried to breathe deeply.
"Exhale", you said and when I did, you started in again with the _d_i_l_d_o_.
"It hurts. Oh. It hurts."
"I know. It's a big _d_i_l_d_o_. It's going to hurt. But you're a big boy and you can take it. You're going to take it all. You want to get better, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Good. This is where we start. This is your medicine and you have to take your medicine."
Soon it was all inside of me and you paused a moment before you began to draw it back out. The motion of which caused the pain to begin all over again. "Keep breathing. That's a good boy."
You started a regular _f_u_c_k_ing rhythm with the big thing and all I could think of was how silly I must have looked bent over the furniture with my ass in the air and a man shoving a _d_i_l_d_o_ into my ass. "It's good for you. Anything I put in your ass is good for you. You understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good. Take your _d_i_l_d_o_."
And you _f_u_c_k_ed me with it. After what seemed like a very long time, the pain lessened and I began to understand a little of the benefits of it. It began to feel good. Amazing. And when that sensation went on for a while, you changed things again. You spanked my butt with one hand while you moved the _d_i_l_d_o_ with the other. Then you hit me with the spoon. Then you used the belt.
But it proved too awkward to use the belt on my while you were holding the _d_i_l_d_o_.
"You hold it in there. Squeeze it. Squeeze. Don't let it fall out."
So with me holding in the _d_i_l_d_o_, squeezing the slippery thing as hard as I could, you went back to belting my ass over the sofa. It was hard to take but something deep within me wanted you to be proud of the successful way we could work together. I wanted your _d_i_l_d_o_ therapy to achieve maximum effect on me. I wasn't quite sure how it would help me but I knew that if you said it was effective, it must work.
I knew that I felt physical pain and emotional humiliation from being so vulnerable.
The belting on my already sore ass was driving home your point that you were in charge, that my job was to obey. My legs soon began kicking as if they were under their own control. They didn't seem to understand that this pain was to benefit me. I couldn't keep still as my senses overloaded with the pain from each blow of your heavy belt. It was getting so hard to keep that slippery _d_i_l_d_o_ from coming out. You found yourself having to stop your beating of my ass so you could help me adjust it as I was flailing around and begging you to stop.
"Hold it in. I'm warning you. Keep that thing in there. I'm not done yet."
Soon my entire being was focused on holding a tube of plastic inside my ass. It was the only thing that mattered at that point. People were being bombed in Kosovo but what was really important in life was that you were able to beat me without distractions.
Eventually the ordeal was over and you stopped. "Keep it in. Hold it." You gently stroked my butt along the red lines you had created and gave me some time to breathe and relax.
"Now I want you to come back over to this side of the couch. Keep it inside. Hold it with one hand. Atta boy."
And you helped me up and made me sit on the floor with the big _d_i_l_d_o_ still inside me. I slowly sat down on it and felt it going up into my gut. It seemed to impale me and hold me to the floor. You put me close in front of you as you sat down on the couch and spread your legs. Gently, very lovingly, you guided my head inward to meet your rock hard dick.
I sat on the floor like that and sucked on your _c_o_c_k_ while you stroked my head and told me what a good boy I was. How not everybody could take a beating like that and you were very happy with me. As I sucked you and licked at your balls, I felt proud that I had been able to hold that _d_i_l_d_o_ I and take all of the hits you had delivered. We had worked hard and met whatever goal it was that you had in mind. We didn't count strokes but you just let the belt fly and the ordeal went on and on.
It was a bit hard to sit down on my flaming red butt. I had searing pain on the outside from all of the belt strokes and my impaled gut ruled out any question of actually trying to be comfortable while I worked on your _c_o_c_k_ but all of that seemed not to matter because what I was doing with my mouth was making you very happy and that was the important thing. You just kept your legs wide open giving me the room to nuzzle up to your _c_o_c_k_ and worship it.
"What's the biggest thing you ever had inside your ass, son?"
It took me a minute to try and think but eventually I said that the biggest thing I'd ever had up my ass was a _d_i_l_d_o_ a few years ago which was a little bigger than this one.
"Hmm. I'm thinking I'd like to put a baseball bat up there sometime. Ever had anything like that?"
I froze at your dick. "No, Sir."
You stroked my head some more. "That would be something."
I sucked you some more and used this activity to show you how much I appreciate all you were doing for me. Maybe take your mind off the baseball bat idea. You didn't come, though. You just wanted to enjoy the _c_o_c_k_sucking for a very long time. After a while, you put your hand on my head to stop my motion and said, "Stand up."
We both stood up and you lead me over to my dresser. There was a pillow on top of it and you had me bend over that still holding the _d_i_l_d_o_ inside. "We're going to take the _d_i_l_d_o_ out and see how you look in there."
Very slowly you withdrew the _d_i_l_d_o_ from my ass as I remained bent over the dresser. My legs limp and tired from the struggle earlier. When it all came out, you noted that it was a bit messy and the next time we got together I should enema first.
You cleaned me up with a damp towel and once again started in hitting my ass with the belt. That belt would not leave me alone tonight. It hit me everywhere in the room I went. "Also next time we get together, I think I'm going to shave your ass. There's too much hair back here. A boy like you has no business having hair."
You went back and forth between using the thick belt and using the thin wooded spoon. Also you pulled out a hairbrush from your bag. You were always full of surprises. Always something new to hit me with.
"I have an enema kit", I said after a while.
"Do you?"
"It's in a drawer over there."
"Well then I think it's time for your enema."
End of Session One, Chapter Three
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