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Subject: Robert and his Dad’s Feet Part 5 Robert and his Dad’s Feet Part 5 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, 2, 3 and 4 if you haven’t already; they describe Robert’s earlier actual experiences with and also fantasies about his dad’s feet. Robert’s Eighth Fantasy: Chastity with Dad In some of Robert’s fantasies, he liked to imagine his father obsessing about chastity and completely controlling his son’s sexual activity with religiously-inspired fervor. On his eighteenth birthday, Robert’s dad bought him a clock for his bedroom. What Robert didn’t realize was that a camera was hidden in that clock for his dad to have a more intimate look at his son’s sexual life. Robert placed it on his desk where he studied every day after school. The camera had a wide view and recorded video and the lens was not conspicuous. At night, when his son was in the shower, his dad would come to his bedroom and remove the little card that held the precious monitoring data from a little slot at the back of the clock. The slot’s cover was unlocked using a key that only his dad had. He would then replace it with a blank one, head off to his study and check the previous twenty-four hours of video to see what his son had got up to in his bedroom. Mr. Gordon, Robert’s dad, was not stupid. He was also a control freak and extremely religious. Ever since he discovered what we will refer to as ‘the Faith’, when he was in his late twenties, he followed it to the letter and expected his son to do the same. The Faith had strict restrictions on masturbation, sex outside of marriage, homosexuality, fetishes, etc. When his son became a teenager and never spoke to him about sex, he figured that the young man must be experimenting, or at the very least masturbating. Now Mr. Gordon, when he was Robert’s age, used to masturbate frequently to thoughts of pretty girls in his class. He even fucked one he was at school with from time to time, before he went off to University. He enjoyed those sexual pleasures freely and without guilt. He forgave himself for those sins because, at that age, he had not yet found the Faith and its infallible guidance. Since his son had been brought up in the Faith, he expected him to follow all its guidelines strictly. The camera in his room would be the first step on this journey. He wanted to see what his son was secretly up to before tackling his issues head-on. Mr. Gordon didn’t care if Robert was horny a lot. His aim was to impose the religious guidance on his son regardless, because, after all, it was the Truth, and Truth must be followed as it is the only way to the salvation of the soul. And Robert was horny a lot. And his desires were far off the straight and narrow path that his Faith expected to follow. Two nights after his son turned eighteen, Mr. Gordon reviewed the video footage of his son’s bedroom, glad that his wife was out of the country on a business trip for three days, and noticed something peculiar. At around six pm, Robert took out a green box from inside his guitar case (the guitar was always left outside in a corner) and placed it on the floor of his bedroom. He watched his son pass in front of the camera and heard him turn the key in the lock. Then he kneeled in front of the box and took out several papers. He laid them out on the floor and unzipped his pants. Mr. Gordon looked closer at the screen, trying to see what was on the papers, but he was unable to make anything out, as the light was dim and the resolution of the video wasn’t that great. Nonetheless, he could clearly see his son spreading his saliva on his cockhead and stroking his young, erect penis while he stared intently at the papers in front of him. His dad assumed they must be pictures and wondered what turned his son on. He thought it was beautiful, how similar he and he son where, as he used to masturbate in this fashion often in his teens, but quickly he shook away the thought and it was replaced by religiously-inspired disgust. “Look at him,” Mr. Gordon thought to himself, “sinning away and spilling his precious seed. He must be stopped and controlled.” Ten minutes of video later, he saw he son having an orgasm and shooting his load into a tissue in his left hand. He cleaned up and returned the papers to the green box, which he carefully placed inside the guitar box. He saw his sexually satisfied son then continue with his routine of study and occasional guitar-playing. Now, this was footage of the night before. At this very moment, his son was probably studying and getting ready for bed. Mr. Gordon quickly closed his laptop, went into the corridor and knocked on his son’s door. When Robert opened the door, he asked him, “Son, do you mind rushing to the corner shop? We need some bread and eggs for breakfast tomorrow morning and I’m too tired to drive right now.” Always the good boy, Robert obeyed his dad’s wishes and went off to the corner shop to do the shopping. Mr. Gordon knew he had about ten minutes of spying to do. The moment he heard the engine being turned on, he unzipped the guitar case and removed the green box, grateful that neither of them was locked. “Stupid boy,” he thought, a sly smile on his face. What he saw inside the box shocked him: photo after photo of naked studs and jocks. Beautiful men with nice muscles. But there was something else he noticed. Many of the photos were close-ups of men’s feet. He went through the pile of papers, all the way to the end, to make sure he hadn’t missed anything. At the bottom of the pile were about ten papers containing pictures of a particular guy’s legs and feet on a bed. Mr. Gordon recognized that bed. It was the master bedroom. And those were his legs and feet. He thought to himself, “The pervert has been taking pictures of my feet and jacking off to them!” He looked carefully at the pictures of his feet again, trying to understand what his son must have been thinking when he took them and if he was aroused when he did. “How many times has he masturbated to my legs and feet?” he wondered. He pictured his son frantically masturbating, staring at the pictures of his big, masculine feet, mouth open, shooting load after load of youthful semen, shivering from the euphoria of orgasm. This was all too much for the father. He closed the box and shoved it back into the guitar case, which he returned to its original location. His meaty feat slapped against the floor as he went off to his bedroom in confusion and rage, trying to take this new revelation in, his penis and balls (from which Robert’s life came) tucked comfortably inside his underwear that he always slept in. Robert had no idea that anything had changed as he went into the bathroom to brush his teeth after he got back from the quick shopping. As he was leaving the bathroom and heading back to his bedroom, he stopped to say goodnight to his dad. His dad was lying on his back on the bed, head on a pillow, laptop on his groin area and his meaty, wide soles displayed inadvertently for Robert’s viewing pleasure at the foot of the bed. “Goodnight dad,” said Robert, his eyes glued on the slightly tanned soles of his dad’s freshly showered feet, which were crossed one over the other. Mr. Gordon was completely engrossed in what he was reading but glanced at Robert long enough to see that his son was not looking at his face when he said goodnight, like normal boys would. The sinning youth was so obsessed with his feet, he realized, that he couldn’t pull his eyes away from his maker’s soles when they were presented to him in this fashion. The pictures that his son had taken of his feet flicked through his mind and he was sure the feeling of disgust showed in his eyes when he looked at his son and replied, “Goodnight.” The father made a mental note of how intoxicated his son was with his feet, as Robert returned to his own bedroom, unaware of what was going on in his father’s head. Mr. Gordon was content, though, that his son had confirmed his lust for dad-feet with that goodnight look he had just given him. His instinct was to give the boy a good slap in the face with his strong feet but he resisted the urge to confront the boy at this time. He had plenty of reading to do regarding how to deal with his son’s unnatural urges and thankfully his Faith provided plenty of information on their official website. It had been about twenty-four hours since Robert had last masturbated to some pictures from his secret green box that was not so secret anymore. As he lay in bed, the thought of his dad’s meaty soles in the next room preoccupied his mind. He noticed that the light was still on in the master bedroom. Controlled by a strong force of lust, he got out of his bed and made his way to the bathroom. Thanks to geometric coincidence, when he stuck his head out of the bathroom doorway and looked into the master bedroom, he was able to view his dad’s hairy legs and masculine feet without seeing the upper half of his maker’s body. This was due partly to a large cupboard that extended up to very close to the door of the master bedroom. Of course, thanks to light moving in straight lines, his dad would therefore not be able to see his son’s face staring at their prize. Robert was grateful that his dad had left the door wide open and had left the lights on. He was also grateful that his dad had decided to place his feet at the foot of his bed and cross them over each other in a way that drove him crazy. Nonetheless, part of him wished that luck was not on his foot-viewing side that night so that he could just stay in bed and sleep and not act on his urges because he knew deep down that this was not right according to the Faith. Not only was he masturbating, but he was jacking gaziantep travesti off to a man. And not any man but his dad. And not even his dad’s dick but his gorgeous feet. This felt like a triple-sin to him. Robert’s lust beat his self-control by miles and he started stroking his penis that was always hungry for man feet, succumbing to the animal urges that he tried so hard to ignore. His eyes were glued to his dad’s soles, roaming over them much like a scout scans an area before giving his army the all clear to move forward. His dad’s feet were particularly lively that evening and Robert strained his neck to get a better view while remaining out of sight of his dad. Dad kept making circles with his feet, then scrunching his powerful toes before arching them back, giving his feet an even wider appearance, like they were begging Robert to come closer. His foot movements were unpredictable and extremely arousing for his poor son. Of course, Mr. Gordon was not aware of the effect that his foot movements were having on his son’s mind and naughty penis, just a few meters away from him. He was too busy staring at the website that would give him guidance on dealing with his sinning son. Robert was always amazed at the power that his dad’s feet had on him. He was rock hard in seconds and ejaculated only two minutes after whipping out his dick in the bathroom, still staring at his dad’s feet, brought to the point of no return by the incessant foot-dance that his dad was performing. Seconds before his orgasm, an interesting thought passed through his mind. According to the Faith, the Creator created man to worship Him. And here he was worshipping his creator, his dad. Surely this could not be wrong. As his dick throbbed and throbbed during his intense orgasm, he wondered if the foot-dance that his father performed was coded in his DNA, designed to turn his son on in precisely this fashion, to get his creation (his boy) to worship him. As his orgasm came to an end, a slight feeling of sadness overtook the young man as he wished with all his heart that he could worship his dad’s feet openly and rub his penis on the soft soles. Robert’s dad was quite agitated but eager to get to work curing his son. As he scrolled down the website page he moved his feet more often and more extremely. It was a habit of his that he always had and his foot-dance tended to be more aggressive when he was energized like he was tonight. He did not realize that it had the ironic effect of increasing his son’s lust for his feet. He did not hear the splashes of semen from his son in the bathroom. He assumed Robert had been taking a last pee before going to bed. Later, as Robert drifted off to dreamland, his dad continued to read the guidelines. The title of the webpage he was on was ‘Dealing with your son’s homosexuality and fetishes’ and it was part of the Faith’s official website. The Faith’s best psychologists had helped to interpret the religious writings and gave practical advice to parents who wanted to tackle their sons’ issues. ‘Shock is the normal response from a loving father when he realizes that his son has desires contrary to God’s wishes and it is understandable that he wants to do everything to prevent his son from getting lost on a path of sin. Young men will try to pleasure themselves at almost every opportunity they get. Our aim is to channel those desires in the right direction and the sooner you get to work in helping your son, the happier you both will be.’ Robert’s dad nodded to himself and kept reading, eager to get to this practical advice so he could get to work on his son as soon as possible. ‘Time and effort will be required on the part of both father and son. A strong desire to change is also needed. If a boy has been engaged in thoughts of homosexuality and/or fetishes for a while, it is strongly urged that the first step is not the complete termination of such desires but complete sexual supervision by the father, where he will get a complete understanding of what makes his son tick. Trying for overnight transformation rarely works…’ Mr. Gordon frowned, realizing that quite the journey was ahead for both of them and continued to scroll down. ‘Please get in contact with one of your local Elders using the contact form provided below. They are trained in such matters and should be consulted prior to any corrective action. They will be able to tailor the corrective action to your son’s specific needs as situations vary from person to person.’ The father sent an email via the contact form on the webpage, wondering who they would link him up with and if he was someone that he knew, as it was, after all, quite a small religious community. Robert’s dad began to feel a little horny and readjusted his pants to give his semi-erect dick a more comfortable place to settle. He decided to give the website reading a little break and turn his attention to some other reading material that helped him get off from time to time, especially when his wife was not available. On his computer, he had a folder full of sex stories. Technically, this was not obscene pornographic material and he, therefore, did not feel guilty when he masturbated to them. Also, they were male-female stories, so it was as close as possible to sex between husband and wife within a marriage. At least, that’s what he told himself. That’s how he reconciled being religious and needing sexual release. Mr. Gordon, you see, was human, and a man, like the rest of us. He got sexual urges and craved release. He had to ejaculate. It was a basic animal instinct that always won, fight it as much as you want. That perfectly-shaped pink dickhead of his needed to be stimulated, be it via his wife’s pussy or his own hands while he read his erotic material. What worked in his favor was that he was straight and married and so his orgasms were channeled in the correct direction in the first place. He felt good about himself and even better knowing how off the righteous path his son was. He was only in his underwear as he got up and switched the bedroom lights off. He closed the door and returned to bed, legs and feet now under his white bedsheets. He stared intently at the computer screen, reading one of his favorite stories. His strong fatherly hands pulled out his warm cock. “That’s the Holy dick that created the foot freak in the next room,” he told himself as he began to stroke himself, his foreskin sliding over and over his rock hard acorn-shaped dickhead, concentrating on the straight story in front of his eyes. Halfway through the story, he tensed up, leg muscles straining, feet pushing hard against the lower parts of the bedsheet, causing it to come out completely from under the mattress, and he shot load after load of hot cum, some degree of shame washing over him during his orgasm, as he realised he was indeed sinning to some extent. The semen got all over his stomach and chest and he realized it had been several days since his last orgasm. He was too tired to clean up. He shut off the laptop, placed it on the floor near the bed, then turned around to sleep on his stomach as he usually did. His right foot was completely exposed at the foot of the bed. His last thoughts before he drifted off to sleep involved trying to cover his foot with the bedsheet but he never got round to doing so before sleep got to him. Robert had to pee when he woke up at four am, and he lazily made his way to the bathroom. On his way back to his room, he heard the masculine snoring of his dad in the master bedroom. “Please got back to bed,” he whispered to himself contradictorily, as he gently pushed open the master bedroom door, glad that it no longer squeaked like a few years before. Moonlight flooded into the large room and his dad’s right calf and foot were bathed in it. Robert was hit with sexual desire but also a strange loving feeling that was particularly strong when he woke up on moonlit nights such as these. He couldn’t believe his luck at being shown the heavy, strong, right foot of his maker without him having to do any work like removing bedsheets. His own feet made no sound as he crossed the area between the doorway and the foot of the bed and he kneeled, with his face just inches away from his prize, the sole of the foot wide and flawless, begging to be kissed by an adoring soul. The boy almost teared up as he delivered a gentle kiss to the middle of the heel, the feeling of contact sending what felt like an electrical signal to the base of his brain, his dick rock hard in his pajamas, creating a huge tent below his stomach. He then gently licked the heel a few times, savoring the taste, which he could only describe as ‘Dad’s feet’, a mixture of saltiness, man sweat and something uniquely ‘dad’ that he couldn’t quite explain. He liked to think it was testosterone, or some pheromones, or something similar that was being released by his dad into the air near his feet. As his tongue passed over the heel, it felt hard yet soft at the same time. “I love you, Dad,” he thought to himself, as he kissed the big toe and genuinely felt the love coming out of himself and pouring into his dad. He felt like his dad’s soles were the way to truly connect with his maker. If only his father could understand and return the love. Mr. Gordon meanwhile was having dreams of his wife kissing his feet and licking them, his sleeping penis partially erect and his dried semen still on his cockhead and stomach, being pushed into and absorbed by the bedsheets by the weight of his fatherly body. Robert did not realize that his dad was dreaming that someone was licking his feet while he was doing so in real life. He also had no idea that his dad’s penis was hard. Some of the semen molecules were making their way into his nostrils and that might explain the special ‘pheromones’ smell he thought he was experiencing. In an ideal world, he would be able to snuggle near his sleeping dad, push his upper body up slightly so that he could access the penis of his maker and gently suck and lick it, even when his father slept. The smell of sex would be overwhelming and the dried semen from his dad’s previous ejaculation would begin to smell stronger as his son’s saliva began to mix with it. His tongue would search eagerly all over his dad’s stomach and groin for traces of life-seed, making them moist and swallowing every drop he was able to find. His mouth would wrap around the semi-hard, gaziantep masaj salonları sleeping cockhead and his youthful tongue would push its way under the foreskin and swirl around the hardening acorn, still seeking out any traces of salty father cum. He would then suck and suck until his dad was rock hard and probably awake, the man’s hands pushing hard on his son’s head, requiring him to keep sucking until finally, with a satisfied grunt, he would shoot his load into his son’s adoring mouth. But he only allowed himself to kiss his feet, and even then in fear and dread. He left the room soon after, terrified that his dad would wake. He tried to forget about his raging erection as he lay on his bed afterward. The next day, at the office, Dad received a reply from Elder David, a man who he had met a few times and who also knew his son. David was the Elder who had been assigned to his case and his email read: ‘Dear Mr. Gordon, Thank you for your email concerning your son. Please come with your son on Thursday at 5:30 to my office at the Elder’s quarters. I will do everything in my power to get your son on the right path as soon as possible. Best regards David (Elder)’ That same evening, Robert’s dad walked into his son’s room and sat on his bed. The youth was working hard on his math homework at his desk, his head just inches away from the camera that had revealed all to his father. Robert didn’t want to look at his dad because he knew he would probably have his massive feet on the bed and it would be a terrifyingly arousing sight for his already-tormented soul. “Do you know David from the Faith?” asked his father, legs and feet indeed on his son’s bed. He placed his soles on his son’s pillow, rubbing them into the soft fabric. Robert turned and realized his fears had come true as he saw his dad’s sexy feet. Not only were they on his bed but on his actual pillow. The sight both angered and aroused him. He hated that his dad was invading his personal space and yet loved seeing his feet dominating it with their meaty presence. “Oh, yeah. I know David,” replied Robert, quietly. In fact, Robert had a massive crush on the man. David was about ten years older than him. He had earned Elder status at a relatively young age by being a very religious and Holy man. He also managed to work out a lot despite his busy lifestyle, both at work and in the religious community. Robert used to check him out all the time when he was growing up. He had a Mediterranean look and beautiful feet. Robert had met him for the first time when he was at a religious camp, some years prior.. On the first evening of the camp, David, who was wearing long pants, sat in a chair with his bare feet propped up on a table and Robert sat next to him, trying to make light conversation. Not only was he in love with David, but seeing his sexy smooth soles, slightly pinker and less arched than those of his dad, drove him crazy with sexual lust. He was helplessly drawn to him. He so badly wanted to tell him that he liked him, and almost did, but decided not to, worried that the gorgeous, confident man would shun him. Instead, he went up to his sleeping quarters and cried to himself, unable to even masturbate to thoughts of the man’s feet, so in love was he. “We have a meeting with him after work tomorrow, so just take the bus to town after school, okay?” “Oh, okay. What is the meeting about?” “Just about your future in the Faith. We want to ensure you are on the right path.” “Okay.” It seemed innocent enough to Robert, although he was scared of being given responsibilities in the Faith as school was tough enough already. Mr. Gordon left work early on Thursday and went home first. He knew his son was heading straight to town after school and this gave him the opportunity to collect the green box of sin and bring it to the meeting. Robert was waiting for him at the Elder’s quarters in a beautiful area of town, a little way up a hill. When he saw his dad walking towards him triumphantly, with the green box in hand, Robert almost fainted with fear. “Oh God,” he thought to himself. “Please be another box.” He felt like throwing up as his dad led him up the stairs with hardly an exchange of words. His hands were shaking and he felt like disappearing under the ground. His terrified dick was probably the softest it had ever been and he regretted ever printing out those porn pics and cumming to them. His father placed an arm around him as they stood in front of David’s door and knocked. This felt false, like a gesture of control and ownership as opposed to a gesture of love. Seconds later, the door opened and David was there, smiling and confident, wearing a shirt and khaki pants. There was a part of Robert that wanted to hug the man and beg him to save him and take him away from this hell he was feeling. He noticed that David had unbuttoned his two top shirt buttons and Robert could see his hard pecs clearly from where he stood. His biceps were also large and firm and this caused Robert to get the familiar butterflies in his lower belly, which he got whenever he saw a handsome man. “Nice to meet you again, Mr. Gordon,” he exclaimed, sounding reasonably cheerful, shaking the man’s hand. “And glad to see you too, bud,” he said, as he gave Robert a firm, confident handshake, which he hoped he reciprocated well. “Have a seat, guys.” Father and son sat on the couch next to each other, facing David. The next half hour went by in a blur for Robert. He was almost dizzy with fear and self-hatred as his father explained the situation to David, who nodded and became more and more serious as time went by. “He’s been masturbating to these pictures,” said Dad, as he opened the box and handed it over to David, who went through them attentively. “And to make things worse, look at these ones!” Mr. Gordon pulled out the photos of his own legs and feet his son had taken. “That’s me.” He shook his head in disgust and Robert just stayed quiet and prayed it would all be over soon. At least the truth was out now and that lessened his anxiety somewhat. He instinctively covered his groin area with his hands, horrified that his private sexual fantasies were completely out in the open to both men. A tear slid down his cheek, as he began to fill with sadness and regret. “Don’t worry too much, Robert,” sais David, as he placed a hand on the young man’s knee. “Sometimes we leave the righteous path but together we will get you back on the Holy path of salvation.” Robert nodded eagerly, glad that there was a solution to all this, grateful that they were not being violent towards him. “You will not be seeing these again, obviously,” said David, as he placed the box on his desk. “How long have you had these desires, Robert?” asked David. “Since I was around five.” Robert looked down at the ground in shame. “And what about your dad’s feet?” “Around the same time.” “Did he rub his feet against your penis when you were young?” Robert hesitated. “No. I don’t remember if he did.” “Would you like it if he rubbed your penis with his feet?” Robert’s pause was longer this time. “Yeah.” Another tear fell down his cheek and David swiftly wiped it away with his thumb. “I can tell you now that the first step to healing is to channel all sexual desires towards your dad. Think of no other man, okay?” “Okay,” Robert replied, a little confused. “It will all make sense eventually, Robert. You just need to have Faith. Your dad made you and he will help you rechannel your desires. All in good time.” he gave Robert’s knee a little squeeze. “So, gentlemen, today we take a few measurements, photos and we teach Robert the supplication pose,” stated David as he stood up and took a few items from his desk drawer. “Supplication pose?” queried the father. “A pose that makes your son show his respect and admiration for you. You’ll see soon,” replied David. “Just to be clear, the program that you are embarking on has two components. There is the religious aspect, but there is also the data collection component. You see, reparative therapy is illegal in most places now and some scientists are quite pissed off because it is very hard for them to collect data. So, we collect as much relevant data as possible and send it to them. In return, they help us improve our treatment plans to make them more effective. Both sides are very grateful for each other’s inputs.” David loved the idea of collecting data about sexual deviances and getting them analyzed. He felt like he was helping not only the Faith to making their youth more Holy but the scientific community to better understand these perversions. “It’s pretty disgusting that we can’t even do what’s right for our children these days,” commented Mr. Gordon. “Absolutely,” said David. “Look at the consequences of our immoral society. Robert’s whacking off to pictures of men and we are all supposed to just sit back and applaud! Good thing you discovered his sexual behavior patterns early. The homosexual lifestyle is a path to self-annihilation, and you are halfway there, boy.” Robert was afraid. David’s tone was becoming more and more… merciless… and the happy, carefree man from before was fading away fast. David took out his notebook and scribbled some notes down. “This is a triple problem,” he said aloud. “Homosexuality is code 12. Incest is code 19. And foot fetish… errr.. let’s see here…” He flicked through a little book that Robert noted was entitled ‘Sexual Problems’ until he reached a page somewhere in the middle. “Foot fetish is code 124.” He went to his desk and took out a video camera and tripod and placed it directly in front of Mr. Gordon. “Alright, Robert, first thing’s first: admitting your problem. Let’s have you remove your dad’s shoes and socks first.” Robert did so, the intoxicating smell of his father’s work socks and leather shoes causing his dick to engorge slightly, despite the situation he faced. He loved peeling off the dark work socks, revealing the smooth, pale skin of the soles beneath. He made sure to rub his fingers over the foot as he did so, from heel to toes, enjoying the feeling of the soft, warm skin of his fingers passing over rougher, then smoother, then again rougher terrain, his dad’s foot a giant landscape that he longed to roam with his lips and tongue.. “Put your fingers on his feet and look into the camera and tell us your sin exactly as it is. gaziantep escort bayan Talk from the heart,” commanded David, commencing the recording with the push of a button. Robert swallowed and began, “I like men and I have a strong craving for my dad’s feet. I think they are beautiful and I don’t know why.” He pushed his fingers into his dad’s smooth arch as he said this. “And now tell us what you should be doing with your penis.” “I should want to put it inside a pretty girl’s vagina like normal guys.” “You should want to put it DEEP inside her,” added David. “Shoot that sperm as close as possible to her ovaries.” “Deep inside her,” said Robert, still looking at the camera, his voice trembling, wondering if he was convincing them. “Great,” said David. “Now Robert, get your feet naked as well and place your feet right next to your dad’s. I want to take some measurements and photos.” A minute later, Robert’s socks were on top of his dad’s on the floor and they were sitting very close to each other on the couch, feet touching, four bare soles pointing directly at the camera and David. “Interesting,” said David as he knelt in front of father and son, staring intently at the soles. He rubbed the arches of both son and father and said, “Mr. Gordon, you’ve got very high arches, and your son only a slight one. Your feet are also wider than your son’s and your toes more masculine. No doubt he wishes to have such feet himself and he has eroticized what he cannot have.” The father nodded in approval but Robert wasn’t too sure if he believed David’s hypothesis. Anyway, he wasn’t in a position to question the man, who was an Elder after all and final authority on such matters. He tried to enjoy the feel of the sides of his feet brushing against his dad’s. In the next few minutes, David took photos of the feet from different angles and placed a measuring tape across the soles of both men’s feet, measuring toe lengths and thicknesses, foot width, depth of arch, etc., Robert savoring the feeling whenever David’s determined hands met his feet. “Alright Robert,” said David, after the measurements had been taken and notes written down by the Elder. “Let’s have you kneel in front of your dad. I’m going to teach you the supplication pose, which you will be using in the future to beg for forgiveness for your sins. And gentlemen, let’s have the pants and underwear off, please.” “Why?” asked Mr. Gordon, not angrily. “The supplication pose requires your son to look directly at your penis. It’s a very important part of the corrective therapy.” “Okay,” said the father and removed his work pants and underwear. Robert stared at his father’s beautiful soft penis and scrotum, a sight he hadn’t seen since he showered with his father years ago. They looked exactly as he remembered and seemed pure and righteous. He kept staring at his dad’s dick as he removed his own pants and underwear, his dick more or less flaccid, thankfully. He knelt in front of his dad. “You can sit back, Mr. Gordon,” instructed David. Robert’s dad sat on the sofa and his manly feet were suddenly inches from his son’s face. “Grab his feet firmly, Robert and place your thumbs in his arches. Each of Robert’s hands grabbed a foot and he looked at his father’s soft dick. Robert immediately began to get hard. David knelt also and spoke to Robert. “The hardest part of the supplication pose is not the kneeling itself. It is the state of your penises during the ritual. Let this be very clear to you: true supplication requires the sinning son to be soft while his Holy dad remains hard. What I am seeing now…” Robert felt David’s fingers on his semi-erect penis… “Is a hard son, enjoying the sight before him, with no control over his lust… and a soft father.” David pointed at Mr. Gordon’s limp penis. Robert tried to control himself but the feel of his dad’s big feet was too much for him. They were strong and dominating and right there in front of him. “Your dad should be hard because it is his right to enjoy the correction of his son. And you should be soft because you know your desires are wrong. Now let’s have you rub his feet and get your father nice and hard.” Robert rubbed his thumbs over the soft soles of his dad, his own dick becoming even harder. David knew this would be difficult for Robert and he enjoyed the sight before him very much. In fact, he hardened a little, watching the boy rub his dad’s feet so earnestly, Robert’s pecker rock hard and already leaking precum. David shook his head, realizing the work that lay ahead for the son. “Mr. Gordon,” said David, “you can close your eyes and think about your beautiful wife.” David knew it would be a bit of work getting the dad hard and he was trying the fantasy method on him. “Can you see yourself pushing your penis into your wife, Mr. Gordon, her pussy all wet for your dick?” The man nodded. “And your son is rubbing your feet, wanting you to push deeper into her.” David noticed the slightest engorgement of the man’s cockhead, still protected by his foreskin. “Her titties are in your face as you get harder and harder. Concentrate, Mr. Gordon.” His penis now lifted slightly from his body, filling with blood, and his foreskin began to pull back, revealing a pink cockhead that Robert stared intently at. “Robert, look at the beauty of a man on the righteous path, erect with thoughts of fucking his wife,” instructed David, who placed his hand on the youth’s head. Robert looked obediently at his dad. “The soles of your father’s feet are sensitive and linked to the nervous system, and therefore his penis. You are rubbing his feet with the aim of stimulating his mighty organ, not yours!” David gave Robert’s hard dick a little slap, reminding him that he should be soft and respectful. “Rub the area between his big and first toes. This is a particularly sensitive spot that will keep your father nice and stiff.” Robert concentrated on the area on the ball of the foot between the big and first toes, which he knew was particularly sensitive and arousal-inducing from his experiences rubbing his own feet. He realized that he was masturbating his dad via his beautiful feet. This only turned him on even more and another drop of precum leaked out of his piss slit. “Mr. Gordon, show us how proud you are of your perfect, Holy penis.” The father’s dick was now in an almost fully erect state and Robert began to massage his dad’s feet more eagerly, as he watched the foreskin fully retract and completely expose his dad’s dickhead. “Very good, Mr. Gordon,” exclaimed David, as he prepared his video camera. “Your son, on the other hand, is filled with sinful lust.” Robert felt David’s fingers wiping away the precum that had just leaked out of his rock hard penis, his fingers passing over the piss slit and over the sensitive base of his cockhead, making Robert’s dick twitch several times. David showed his father the precum. “This is how off the righteous path he is.” “Get that cock of yours down, boy,” said David. Realizing this was not going to work, he decided to take some photos and videos anyway. He would just have to punish the son in another session. He brought the camera to roughly where Robert’s head was and took a few pictures. From this angle, he could see the father’s big feet, erect penis, and face, and the son’s hands desperately trying to help his dad to stay hard with pressure applications all over his soles. He then took the camera further away for some distance shots where he could see both penises clearly. After the photos and videos were taken, David exclaimed, “That’s all we have time for today, guys. I’ve taken some measurements and Robert’s learned the supplication pose. I’ll see you on Sunday. We are going to fit your son with the erection monitoring device (EMD) and use the erection control device (ECD) on him. Bye bye, unwanted erections.” David smiled sadistically. “You will learn self-control soon enough, Robert. One step at a time.” The two men started putting their clothes back on, Robert having a hard time shoving his leaking dick back in his pants, while his father softened rapidly by comparison. “Oh, and we are going to do the shower experiment next time as well,” noted David, as he returned all his material to his desk. – – – David watched father and son drive away from the Elder’s quarters that evening. He connected his camera to his computer and unzipped his pants. David had not told them that he had been through corrective therapy many years ago for his own homosexuality and fetishes. You see, the world is full of liars and hypocrites. David was one of them. David had convinced his own father and the Elders that he was cured. He managed to get a decent wife and now had a child with her. He had convinced them to make him an Elder and allow him to get involved with corrective therapy. He told them he wanted to help; he wanted to give back to his community. He now had access to sexy young men and their fathers and he had the freedom to do what he wanted with them. The perfect outcome. A normal life but with the perk of getting intimate with what truly turned him on. Now and again, that familiar itch would resurface in him and he had to relieve himself. David removed his plastic penis-cup from his underwear, which he always wore to make sure no one saw him erect when he got aroused during a session. He saw a string of precum linking his cockhead and the penis-cup as he placed it on the table. “I was more aroused than I thought,” he mumbled, rubbing his fingers inside the penis-cup, which was slimy with a substantial amount of precum. He opened the image of Robert rubbing his thumb into his dad’s sole, looking up at his maker, Mr. Gordon’s rock hard dick glistening thanks to the effects of the camera flash. “Perfect shot,” thought David, as he began to masturbate in earnest. He then played the video of Robert admitting his sin, so simply, yet so honestly, his youthful hands on his dad’s smooth but powerful arch. He then opened the image of the four feet next to each other, soles pointing at the camera. There was something about the contrast between father’s feet and son’s feet that sent David into a surprisingly early orgasm; he gasped and groaned as his eyes flicked back and forth between the feet on his screen and his own organ shooting his jizz. Feet. Dick. Cum. Feet. Those were the only words that went through his mind as he emptied his ballsack. Later that night, his wife wanted to have sex. She told him how much she had missed him all day. He told her he was exhausted and went straight to bed, his last thoughts before unconsciousness being Mr. Gordon’s masculine feet touching his son’s feet and Robert trying so hard to keep his dad hard from the foot-rubbing. Robert’s Eighth fantasy to be continued in Part 6

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