Like Father, Like Son

“Honey, I have something that I want you to have that belonged to your Daddy. I think he might have wanted you to have it.” I just was fascinated by the way her hip curved on the chair when she crossed her legs.

‘Oh, yeah?” I answered.

“I told you once I hoped you would grow up to be just like him, and I still mean that.”

She looked directly at me.

“Me too,” I answered. “he was the best.”

“The very best,” she said. She opened a jewelry box and removed a shiny metal thing that kind of looked like a belt but it was way too heavy and I never saw Dad wear that.

“This is it…” she said, sadly, holding it up. “He wore it all the time. Only he couldn’t wear it on planes as it would set off the detectors…and besides he was going with my Daddy, so I knew he wouldn’t need it.”

‘I don’t understand…” I said.

She looked at me.

“I mean, I don’t know what it is…I never saw it before…what is it?”

“Well, let me put it on you and then I can explain.”

I shrugged. “Okay.”

“First, Benjy, You have to take off your clothes to put it on.”

I blushed like crazy. “How do you mean? I mean, Why—it’s a bracelet isn’t it?“

“Do you think this would fit around your wrist? Benjy! I told you to take off your clothes, now please do what I told you!”

“Well…”

What really bothered me was not so much being naked with her but she was going to see that I had popped a hard on as soon as she ordered me to get naked.

“Don’t hold back, Dear, I assure you I know what you have…you look just like your Daddy.”

Well, I did get naked in front of her and she looked at me appraisingly.

“Just like your dad,” she smiled sadly. “I understand you have a way with the girls too the way he did?”

“Wheat do you mean? Dad never fooled around…”

“No, not when he married me, but he did when your mother was alive. He fooled around a lot.”

“Huh! I never knew that.” I felt better about being naked in front of her now, but still sort of humiliated. I mean she was dressed and I was naked. I felt weird. I mean I could feel the air on my bare skin all over and she was sitting there fully clothed. I felt like, a little intimidated, like she had a right to order me around.

“All right, Dear, let me put this on you.”

“Okay, what do I do?”

“Just come closer.” She pointed with her finger showing where she wanted me to stand.

I obeyed her and my big cock led the way and it bumped against her shoulder. She smiled. Then she took a letter opener and struck me against the shaft quickly and I dropped down.

“Ow! Hey!” I was a little mad.

“Sorry, Benjy, but you can’t be hard and get this on.”

“But you hit me!” I complained.

“Mind your tone or I’ll hit you much harder.” Her face had taken on a cold beauty as she glared at me. My mouth went dry and I mumbled an apology. But my cock was soft now and that was what she wanted.

She ran the thing around my waist and clicked it shut. It fit too tight. I hissed as it pinched a little of my skin. Then she latched something on the front that looked something like a metal jock strap down over my cock and used her fingers to stuff my thick dick into a small tube. Her long nails hurt as she stuffed it inside but I managed to hold still and not get in her way. The she clicked something and my dick was suddenly locked into that metal tube holding it downwards. She reached around and fondled my balls and my dick started to get hard, then it was stopped. It hurt! It was like there were sharp needles inside.

I yowled and danced around in pain then it subsided. By that time I was on the carpet on my knees holding my hands over the thing and trying to get it off. But it was strong and held me where it wanted.

“How the hell did my Dad ever wear this thing? “ I said angrily. “why did he ever want to? And what the fuck is it anyway?”

“ Benjy, let’s not use foul language or raise our voices here. Remember I am now your mother and you still are underage, so I’m responsible for you. I expect your obedience and respect in all matters”

“What does that mean?”

“Well, your Daddy didn’t want to wear it at first, but I told him that he was now my man and I wasn’t going to have him running around with other girls. I figured I could give him all he needed.”

“Well, you can’t give me anything!” I pointed out.

“Yes, Dear, but I can’t have you operating on your own and you’re going to need to learn that your Father was too liberal with you. I want you to learn to heel and obey and be submissive. Otherwise I can’t be totally comfortable in my house. If you think you’re going to test the limits I will have you sent to a military boy’s school where the teachers are less loving that I am.”

She looked at me.

“You really do look so much like him.” She said. She ordered me to sit on the floor in front of her with my legs spread wide, and she put her foot against my encased dick.

“Well, you don’t expect me to wear this crazy thing do you?”

“Yes, Dear, you will wear it, and in fact you will have no choice since I am the only one who knows how to open it.”

“But…”

“Yes, dear?” She reached down and stroked my face.

“But –everything! I can’t have sex with this on…”

“That’s right, Dear, no sex at all.”

“But I’ll go nuts!”

She laughed and poured some wine into her glass.

“Well, about your nuts…we’ll have to discuss that matter too. Your father was so devoted. Let me show you something he gave me as a wedding gift.”

She got up and moved in that classy sexy walk of hers over to a cabinet and unlocked it. She removed a sealed glass jar, placed it on a table and called me over. It was hard to move with this thing between my legs and trapping my waist so tight. I kind of hobbled over feeling pretty ridiculous. She smiled at my discomfort.

“Your father was like that at first too,” she noted. She reached over and placed her long fingernails behind my balls again and felt around. I immediately began to get hard, and real fast the pain shot through my boner and it subsided. I sobbed. I wanted to get hard again. She reached around and slapped my ass.

“Now pay attention! Kneel and keep your back straight like a man.”

I obeyed her. I never obeyed anyone, but she had an air that made me shut up and listen.

“Look in this jar,” she said. I did. There were some grayish things suspended in a murky liquid. I kept looking wondering what I was looking at.

“These are your father’s balls,” she said and looked right at me. I felt a chill shiver through me. I thought, “I’m gonna be sick.”

“What do you mean? Did you have them…like saved after he died?”

“No, dear, I had them taken off him when we were first married. He had a real problem wanting other women and keeping his dick in his pants.”

I just stared at her.

“Let me show you…” She picked up a remote control and aimed it at her big TV set. The blue screen flashed on and another button started a tape in the VCR.

There was a big man bent over a kind of metal saw horse, with his big legs spread out wide and held in metal cuffs. He was bent way over and his arms spread and cuffed to the floor. He was a big guy like –Man! It was my father! Naked, his meaty body, that ex-football player beef bent over and locked down with his big balls dangling between his legs. The camera got all angles. When it got to his front his head looked up and he was worried.

“Please, Carolina, Honey, let’s get me out of this thing. I changed my mind.”

The camera panned up to Carolina, standing dressed in a suit and holding a vicious looking little riding whip.

She went around and brought it down across his big ass a few times and the whip cracks sounded like rifle shots.

Dad yowled in pain, begging her to stop, promising to be good.

Carolina was looking at another man. And the camera panned over to him. Thickset under his black shirt and pants, with real black hair and a goatee and glasses. He looked like a muscular professor. I kind of recognized him from the college, so maybe he really was.

“I don’t have much time, Carolina,” he said.

“Let’s get it over with then,” she said politely.

Dad started to carry on again.

“No! Please! Carolina…Carolina, please listen…I don’t want to. Give me another chance, I can control it, I promise. Please, Honey, please?”

They both ignored him.

“Do you want me to give him a shot to calm him down?” the Professor asked.

“No, Victor, he needs to feel it, I think.”

Victor looked like he wasn’t sure but would do what she wanted anyway.

‘Hope you’re right, Carolina.”

“Victor!” Dad shouted. “Please, don’t! Please!” Dad’s deep voice was hoarse from begging.

“Can you make him calm down?” Victor said to Carolina, like he was annoyed listening to Dad carrying on so loud.

Carolina went to Dad in front and slashed the whip down across his big neck.

“I want you to keep quiet, Ben,” she said seriously. “there’s no reason you should be given another chance. This will keep you more docile and make you realize who those balls and cock belong to.” Then she brought the whip down across the small of his back and worked down across his ass cheeks hard -- real hard – until he had some bloody welts raising across his ass. I looked at her sitting there. You’d never think she could be that cruel to my Dad. She was staring at me. I dropped my eyes. Man, I hoped she wasn’t going to whip me like that! I started getting hard and again it got stopped.

She nodded for me to watch the TV.

The professor had this metal contraption. He loaded it with some kind of rubber band. He reached between Dad’s legs and pulled down on the big eggs hanging there. He looked at Carolina. Dad started to blubber like a baby.

“Go ahead,” she said to the Professor.

The man opened his pants and let them fall and stepped out of them. He had thick hairy muscular legs and a thick cock. He reached a finger and stuck it right up dad’s ass, and Dad yowled in a begging pleading voice.

“Oh, not that! Please, not that too!”

The man spit on his finger and shoved it into the ring of Dad’s hairy asshole and worked it around while Dad busted out crying in humiliation. Then he took it out and without any warning stuck his dick head against Dad’s ass crack and pushed – hard --all the way in. Then he started to pump in and out making Dad howl in pain and embarrassment. He was taking it slow too, reaming him out good, stretching his ass hole every which way. Dad was locked down too tight to move away. He had to take it, whatever the man wanted to do, he just had to go through it.

Carolina reached down between Victor’s legs and fondled his big hairy balls awhile and the man got more aroused and closed his eyes as he enjoyed Dad’s hole to the max. Then she reached further in and whoever had the camera went down so we could see her strong smooth hand working Dad’s cock. For all his protest, he was hard as a rock, the big head sticking almost all the way out of his foreskin. She skinned him back hard and the skin split and some blood ran out. I knew Dad’s foreskin was too tight all his life. The Professor yelled out and Carolina reached around and shoved her finger right up his ass! Both men shot at the same time then, the Professor pushing deep into dad’s bung hole and Dad just letting loose with a thick string of white cream that landed on his own hairy belly again and again.

Then he kind of collapsed sobbing in deep heaving sounds while the Professor’s sweat dropped down on his back. The man pulled out, his softening dick stretching out, held in Dad’s tight hole. Then the head popped out.

“Alright?” Carolina said in a business-like way.

The Professor pulled up his pants and went over to get a black case. He took the contraption and opened it and then wrapped dad’s big scrotum in the rubber band tight. Dad screamed hoarsely.

“No, Carolina! NO!”

They ignored him. Victor snapped another band higher up and Dad screamed again loud and long. He kept carrying on and wriggling his ass as if trying to get away from the things strangling his balls. They waited awhile for the balls to get dark red, and had a drink with each other and chatted while Dad writhed around as much as his bonds would allow him. Victor snapped a ball gag onto Dad’s mouth to shut him up and they finished their drinks. Soon Dad’s big balls were getting dark red.

The Professor opened his little case and removed a shiny little knife. He remembered something and put it back and took out a small curved knife. He showed it to Carolina and she nodded in approval as if she’d seen it before.

He grasped Dad’s balls. It was a big handful. He pulled them down and twisted them around in a torque motion. Dad let out a high pitched scream into his gag. He was shaking his head back and forth as the man continued torturing his balls.

Then the Professor placed the blade at the back of the scrotum, and stretched the balls down to give himself more space. Dad’s big muscles were tensed so tight you could see the veins under the fat and hair. He was covered with sweat. His toes were stretching out as far as he could on either side. But his dick was still thick and hard down there.

The man moved the blade back and forth as if slicing a filet of meat. Dad started making muffled noises repetitively, “No, no, no, don’t, don’t -- DON’T!”

But he had no say in the matter. He’d lost his rights through disobedience. They ignored him. The blade moved back and forth, cutting slowly, carefully to cut away Dad’s prize jewels, leaving me his only child.

I began to get hard and this time it hurt like hell as the metal tube wouldn’t give and I couldn’t get soft.

“Oh, please, don’t make me watch this, Carolina…please.”

She just frowned slightly. But she took the hard handle of her whip and hit me hard on the metal tube, which relieved my uncontrollable erection. I yelped in pain, but it worked. I was wet inside there, but I was going down fast.. She ordered me to watch the TV and knocked the back of my head with the handle. It hurt! But I shut up and watched.

The professor made a sudden move and tried to pull the knife through, but Dad’s balls were tough and he needed to yank twice more to slice through the twisted bag and cords.

But it was done. It was all done. Dad stopped his carrying on and slumped down in his bonds. And the tape stopped and the blue screen came back on the screen.

I looked at Carolina.

“You aren’t going to do that to me?” It was more a plea than a question.

“Well, I would hate to. If you can learn to control yourself with the tube on, then for certain times I’ll allow you out periodically to see how you fare without it. If you can do that, I’ll let you keep your balls. If not, I’ll have to take them off.”

“But…?”

“Yes, Dear?” She leaned forward and stroked my hair. I was sweating there on my knees, naked before her.

“I remember seeing Dad before he died. He still had his balls.”

“Oh, that…no, after he healed up I had some prosthetic balls inserted in what was left of his scrotum. I was rather stupid. We should have just removed the balls without taking the sac.” She laughed. “We had to do some stretching so we could put in the new balls…and of course testosterone injections kept him alive. He probably didn’t need to live in the tube, but I liked it. I taught him to service me orally instead of allowing him to use his peepee. You know a man that age doesn’t really lose much. He was able to get erect, but wasn’t driven like before. But I wanted him under control. It made him more obedient, more loving and solicitous to me. But I should have let him keep the whole scrotum. It embarrassed him to have those fake balls set so high up against his dick.”

I remembered now – I didn’t notice it before, but she was right. Dad’s balls did hang low like mine before he married her. He must have kept his dick hidden from me when we showered after playing tennis or golf.

I began o cry then. I was scared. I was at the mercy of this woman now. She was legally my mother, and could for some time control me as she saw fit. I already wasn’t allowed to run around as much as before. I wondered what she was going to do to me. I had to listen to her or lose my balls.

“Come here, Dear,” she said. Placing her legs open. I obediently got between her beautiful legs and she pulled my head down to place my mouth right there, in that hairy narrow clit of hers, now wet from watching the tape. She closed her thighs around my head and crossed her ankles over my back and I was held there. I began to lick and tongue her wet slit, feeling the hard nub of her clit under my tongue. I began to harden, but again – well, you know. I felt I had to show her how good a boy I could be and kissed and made love to her hole all evening, not paying attention to my insistent prick which now was imprisoned in its cell.

“Carolina spasmed as I brought her to ecstasy. “You know, Dear, when – I mean if – I take your balls off, we won’t do it that way. We’ll use a different technique. Okay?”

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