It’s me again, Kurt’s stepdad. Kurt couldn’t stay away from his filthy SexFriends site, so I thought I’d have a look around and see what I could learn. Let’s just say I learned a lot. Like just how sick and twisted my stepson is. How anyone that sweet and innocent could fantasize about wallowing in such filth and degeneracy is beyond me, but I have realized that my punishment for Kurt was hardly that. The way he goes mooneyes for me and calls me daddy shows that my thorough fucking of his tight little cunt was anything but.

So, I devised a new punishment for Kurt. Yesterday morning, I told him we were going to camp for some fishing. Lately, he hasn’t been all into that, but he cheerfully agreed (calling me daddy again). The outfit he chose to wear for being out in the woods was questionable (but sexy), but then so was the gear I had packed. For some reason Kurt did not question the lack of fishing gear.

It was a beautiful, partly cloudy Spring Day, unseasonably warm. Perfect weather for a weekend in the woods. After several kilometers of dirt road, we got to the turnout, parked, and I started loading the gear into the wagon for the short trek to our camp. It’s remote enough, with one other family sharing it, and I knew they wouldn’t be around. He didn’t question the lengths of 2×4, or the rope, or the iron rods, and chattered amiably about the week at work. In no time we had arrived.

I set up the tent with Kurt helping, and got a fire going, and soon we had a pot of tea, which we both started drinking. I started making some further preparations; a roll of duct tape cut into lengths and folded on itself, making thinner strips of tough material. An old shirt ripped to provide strips of cloth. Kurt became curious by this time and wondered what I was doing. I think he thought I was trying to get him alone so I could continue some of the punishment he liked, and he was partially right.

Which leads us to why Kurt was shortly thereafter shirtless (not what he thought it would be) with his wrists tied behind his back. I had gone at him with the blindfold but then thought better of it, maybe he should see what I was doing. Not going to lie, I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing shirtless Kurt. It’s so satisfying to free him of that bra and watch those magnificent tits heaving in the sunlight, the cool spring air making those nipples stiffen and stand at attention. It was really rather distracting. Adjusting my pants, I continued.

I used the lengths of 2×4 to elevate a log about 3 feet in the air, and it needed to be sturdy for both our weight. It took me a little while to get that going, with Kurt asking me what I was doing and starting to whine about being uncomfortable and suggesting he needed some punishment. And he was right. So, I gave him a few sips of cooling tea and started a little early.

I removed my pants and underwear, much to his delight. He tried to stand, but I pushed him down again. Now, it was time to blindfold him. He didn’t resist much, but I’m not sure he liked the direction this was going. I was a bit rough, and at one point slapped his face and called him a dirty whore. “Shut up and sit there,” I told him, and then he silently listened to me rummaging through my backpack. I produced one of those magic wand things, battery powered and went ahead to gather his hair in a huge clump with one hand and place the large bulb of wand on his clothed pussy with the other. I turned it on and set it to the medium setting and Kurt jumped, or at least as much as he could with me gripping him by the hair, and as he opened his mouth in surprise, I shoved my stiffened cock in it.

At this point I’ll add that I strongly suggest you never try that, because unless the mouth is open wide enough, and the recipient is aware, the potential for collateral damage by teeth is great. I scraped all the way to the base as I forced it in, and while Kurt managed to get his mouth in order quickly, it still hurt, a lot. I must have looked quite the sight with my one arm down, holding the wand to his pussy, the other firmly grasping his hair, yelling in pain as my hips were moving in unison with his head I was jerking as I literally face fucked him.

The pain subsided as I grew closer to climax, and I could hear Kurt making his little noises that signaled he was getting closer too. I jacked the wand up all the way and pressed it more firmly against him, as I realized I was getting closer. I could feel him adjusting his position slightly and knew he was getting close. When I sensed he was just about there I abruptly pulled the wand away and dropped it to the side, still buzzing on the ground, and pulled my cock out of his mouth. Jerking my meat with my now free hand, I pulled his face over and held it near me so he could hear the sound of my spit slathered cock being stroked, and then I gathered up my first blast of cum, hitting him on the nose, followed by a second shot on the cheek, and then smaller splatters on his lips and chin, before dribbling the rest on his cheeks and painting it on his face with my prick before wiping off the remnants in his hair. Kurt just sat there, whimpering, görükle escort his breathing hard as I released his hair and retrieved the still buzzing wand that I turned off. “I think I liked fucking your throat better than that whore cunt” I told him, and he simply sat there pouting, chin quivering. I removed the blindfold and was now free to continue my work without distraction.

Kurt was getting very curious. This was obviously not going as he expected. I basically ignored his hesitant questions, and I think he became more and more nervous as he realized I was building some sort of rack, lengths of 2×4 and some poles, tied to larger trees. Sturdy enough to immobilize and restrain someone twice Kurt’s size. The nice thing about all this was that once I was done, everything could be quickly dismantled leaving no evidence that I had basically created a little dungeon out here in the woods…

Satisfied that the structures were sturdy enough, I strode over to Kurt and pushed him back. Off balance, he couldn’t resist much when I pulled his entirely impractical shoes off. I told him how cute his shoes were and how they made his legs look shapely as I casually discarded them a few feet away. Likewise, I complimented him on the shorts he wore, as I pulled them off and tossed them aside. His panties were really cute, and I knew he had selected them especially for me. “You won’t be needing these whore panties anymore”, I told him, and he watched in horror as I tossed them in the fire.

I reached over and picked up the magic wand, turned it up to high, and again forced it against his now exposed vulva. He started to squirm and tried to close his legs. I couldn’t allow that pretty pussy to be hidden from me, so I stopped and walked over to the remaining 2×4 length, just about a meter long, with two eye screws, one on each end. I think it dawned on him just how serious this was, when despite his squirming, I secured my homemade spreader bar to his ankles, and then again began administering the magic wand to his now very open and visibly moist pussy, and quickly his breathing increased. He had no choice but to lay on his back and just feel the oversized vibrator head buzz and whir on his now exposed clit, which I teased out with my fingers. I pushed the wand down hard, and then eased back, and in no time, Kurt was moaning and writhing as I saw him approaching another climax which I then denied.

Panting, he lay there, chest heaving, and I could not resist playing with his tits and telling just how much I loved them, I squeezed the nipples harder than I should have as I told him how much I liked to suck on them and slapped his breasts hard as I asked him to Moo like a cow. I pulled and squeezed them in a simulated milking motion and told him how glorious they would be when they were swollen and full of milk. At this, he oddly began to relax. I’m not sure what he thought was coming next, but it wasn’t him.

By this time, I could feel myself again becoming semi erect. I grabbed Kurt by the hair again, and with my other hand under his arm, lifted him up. It probably felt good to not be laying on his bound arms, and I undid the ties so he could move them and restore some circulation. He needed some help balancing as the spreader bar was still in place, and I had a firm hold of him, so he didn’t try to pull the ties securing it. Now that his hands were free, I gave him a bottle of water which he quickly drank, little trickles of water running down his chin and over his breasts.

Kurt is slight enough that I could pick him up and drop him down on my cock, fucking him while I stand. I briefly considered it before picking him up and placing him over my improvised sawhorse, ass up. Some ties for his wrists in front, and the spreader secure to the legs of the sawhorse, and Kurt was ready for his next surprise.

I do not consider myself to be a cruel man, and none of this was meant to actually harm Kurt, but pain could be another matter. Despite the squeeze tube of lubricant, I brought, and the generous amount I applied with my fingers to his tight little asshole, he still cried out in pain as I quickly forced my cock in it. He must have known what was coming as I squeezed a big dollop out and onto my hand right in front of his face. Moving behind him he stiffened as my fingers pushed the cold slippery mass past his puckered anus and into his rectal cavity. He heard the *splurg* as I squeezed more onto my dick, and then my still lube coated fingers steadying myself with his hips, as my hard-on poked at his asshole and then forcibly buried itself in him in one quick thrust. The tightness was exquisite, and I made sure I praised him for how tight his virgin little asshole was, and how he was being such a brave boy and taking all of daddy’s cock. I’m not sure how much he heard as he whimpered and sobbed, and after a few dozen thrusts, I had to stop before I came, and decided now was a good time for some real punishment. I retrieved my belt from my pants while Kurt continued to sob, stretched over the horse, ass up in the air.

The first stroke with the belt was the hardest. bursa eskort Maybe I overdid it, as Kurt yelped in pain and surprise. He hadn’t even gotten a chance to brace for it. The next ones were hard still, and then as I settled into a rhythm, they didn’t have to be that hard. His ass was flaming red from the first strokes, and every stroke after that simply served to further inflame what was already on fire and burning. Speaking of burning…

I turned my attention to the bed of coals, and added more wood, bringing the fire to a blaze again, and retrieved the wand as I returned to Kurt’s lovely, shapely ass, which I stroked tenderly. I complimented him on its pearly whiteness and fulsome proportions, and every tender stroke, with its accompanying praise, still burned from the earlier beating. The angry buzzing of the wand began again, and despite continued sobbing, punctuated by pleas to stop, he gasped as the fully activated vibrator was again thrust against his now dry cunt and shriveled clitoris, sheathed again in its hood.

I told him what a lovely slut he was, and how he should just give in to the pleasure, and despite himself he started the butt wriggle, and I knew he was getting excited again. Wetness was building again, and his little girlcock was swelling. I begged him to cum for me, and I realized he was trying to hide his excitement this time so I wouldn’t stop. I denied him again. Kurt protested this. He had stopped crying by now, so I made sure my again erect cock was nice and slick, and forced myself again into his unwilling asshole. I’m sure his hips were hurting from how tightly I was holding them so I could violently pound away at his ass, and every thrust where my belly hit his cheeks must have been an agony. Fortunately for him I did not last this time and finally gave a few shallow thrusts right at the opening and quickly unloaded my pumping cock in his asshole. Spent, I withdrew and wiped my shrinking member off in his hair.

Hydration is important, so I offered another bottle of water to his lips, and told him to pretend it was my cum. Not sure what he thought of that, but he went ahead to drink most of the bottle, and I praised him for being such a cum hungry little slut. Poor Kurt was obviously rattled. Denied cumming several times, his ass well abused, and his absolute vulnerability were probably sufficient punishment.

But I was getting into it. As I said, I’m not a cruel man, and I never really understood the pleasure someone would take in hurting another person, but I realized there was an art to this, a sort of beauty in the perversity. And, I must admit, I liked it. Which led to my next task.

While Kurt had a chance to catch his breath, and process his fluids, I threw a rope over the tree limb above us. It was getting to be late afternoon, and I still had fun in store. I took one end of the rope and secured it to the spreader bar, and the other I looped around the tree trunk. Kurt started to protest, saying he had to pee, as I pulled on the rope, and hoisted his legs in the air. Pulling the horse out from under him, I positioned him, so his legs were above him, but he was resting on his upper back and shoulders.

“OK my pretty little slut, you’ve been such a good boy, now you can pee”. I chugged another bottle of water myself as I felt my full bladder trying to get my attention. He looked confused and frightened. He tried to protest but I simply placed my hand on his lower belly and started pushing. He groaned, but no pee. So, I placed the wand on a lower setting against his boy pussy, still crusty from earlier fluids and secretions and lube, and just stood there. I watched his face, and he watched mine, and when I realized he was aroused enough, I pulled it away. I waited a moment and did it again. After a short while, when I saw him breathing faster, I informed him he could cum if he peed.

Without much ado, I saw Kurt’s face relax and golden liquid streamed around the magic wand bulb, I pulled it away and placed my hand over his vulva as warm yellow urine sprayed in a flood at my hand. With the obstruction, it could not fly over him, but instead poured around his hips and butt and belly, and soon many little rivers of his own pee were flowing down Kurt’s body, covering his torso, making him glisten in the sun. I pulled my hand away as more trickled out and little squirts flew, one of them narrowly missing his face. Seeing his relief rapidly increased my urgency, and I took aim at his face and unleased a steady stream of my own urine which he tried vainly to deflect with a hand, but I just adjusted and pretty soon Kurt was completely wet from the waist down, or rather, up. His urine and mine mingling and flowing off him and pooling on the ground.

He reminded me I said he could cum, and I told him I lied, and left him like that while I went and got the iron rods I had brought, with flattened disks on one end. I placed the ends with the flattened disks in the fire and stoked it up a bit. It’s probably a good thing he couldn’t see what I was doing.

I chugged another bottle of water and had him drink one too as I went bursa escort about tidying up camp a little, dismantling the horse, and laying a blanket over my makeshift rack. After about 20 minutes of that, I came back to Kurt, still half suspended, his legs spread wide by my improvised spreader bar and lowered it a little until I was able to stand between his thighs, his pussy now dry of urine and other fluids. I stroked my cock back up to a reasonable hard on, and after some teasing of his clit to get his juices going again, stuck it in. I grabbed his thighs for leverage, but it was tricky to keep his hips still as I steadily pounded him. At one point I knew he was getting close and I pulled out, still stroking my prick, and after a while, when I could feel my balls wanting to unload a third time today, I slipped it back into his cunt and proceeded to pump another round of warm jism down his recently unused hole where gravity caused it to pool on his cervix, and I left him there for a while and talked in an offhand way about how his breasts would look so good filled with milk and how round his belly would get with my baby.

After Kurt was well and thoroughly bred this time, I lowered him completely to the ground. He was a filthy, muddy mess by this point, what with all that piss he was laying in, and he seemed to be feeling some shame about it. Having me say things, like “what a messy little baby you are” and “you look so good coated in mud and my piss” probably didn’t help. I figured I’d clean him off, as my bladder was full again, and he rubbed away some of the mud as I aimed my stream to get off the biggest clumps. I removed the spreader bar, tied his hands behind his back, and placed a rope around his neck. Time to take the puppy for a walk.

Normally, we use a small camp latrine while we’re out here, but I figured Kurt could be a good puppy and just go somewhere in the woods. And I made sure he knew what was expected of him. “Who’s a good boy?” I said as I praised him for taking it in the ass so well and being such a well-bred slut. We walked for a while, “who’s going to go potty?” I kept asking. I could tell from the way Kurt was walking that he needed to go. “We’re not going back until you go potty, so be a good pup.” He sighed, and then started to squat, while I choked up on his “leash” and told him to stand. He clearly wasn’t happy about that but soon pee was spraying out and down his thighs and legs.

I must admit, it was even too much for me seeing Kurt like that. I started to feel bad about everything I had put him through, but I still had one task left. After leading him back to camp, I used a wet cloth and got him all cleaned up, gently cleaning the cum out of his hair and applying some salve to his still reddened bottom. I allowed him a chance to eat a sandwich, I’m sure he was starved considering how he wolfed it down. In his naked state I wasn’t too concerned about him running away, besides, it was getting dark anyway.

At this point, I felt like my heart was going to break. My poor Kurtis had been through so much today, and it didn’t seem fair to subject him to more, but I had one more task at hand, and I was going to see it through, Praising my pretty little degenerate, I once again grabbed a handful of hair, and half dragged him over to my improvised rack. With some resistance I was able to get one wrist tied, and then the other, Kurt glaring defiantly at me the whole time. I got one ankle secured, then the other, and he was now spread eagled, standing in front of me. Not an especially useful position for some depravities, but suitable for this.

I stoked up the nearby fire again, as it was starting to get a little chilly, and put on a shirt. I grabbed the wand for the last time, and placed it in Kurt’s crotch, turned it on and quickly set it to high. What I really wanted to do was play with his wondrous breasts. So, while the vibe was working his pussy, my mouth started working one nipple. I love the texture of his nipples, mostly smooth with those little bumps on them and the wide, pink areolas, surrounded by a pillowy white expanse. My tongue enjoyed exploring them and Kurt appeared to enjoy it too. I could feel him straining against his bonds as the wand did it’s magic and my tongue contributed, and while it can be hard to gauge when the moment of climax was imminent, hopefully I did a good job at waiting until the last moment when I pulled the vibe away. Kurt’s moans and hard breathing turned into whines of frustration, and I remembered something I still needed to do.

I retrieved a ball gag from my things. He definitely wasn’t happy about it, but didn’t have much choice as I secured it in his mouth and then clasped the ends behind his head. I told him how pretty he was with his lips wrapped around something, just like a good little pup. I took the vibe to him again, and started sucking on the other nipple, and after a while when he seemed to get squirmy, I stopped and gave his breasts some hard slaps. This came seemingly out of nowhere, and the ball gag worked as all I heard were some muffled cries as tears started forming in Kurts eyes. I went back to sucking on the first nipple, as I returned the vibe to his now wet pussy lips, and in no time, he was squirming and moaning through the gag again. I think I came the closest to a proper edge this time, and he strained in outrage at yet another denial, futilely yelling against the gag.