My Life as My Father's Slave Ch. 03

-Dad... Master, please, can we...? I... -I couldn't find the words to try to convince him not to put that diabolical device on me.

-Here we are again, Ethan? What have I told you about always questioning my every order?

I shut up, lowered my head and let him do it. He began to put the device on me. It was like some kind of plastic casing, shaped to fit my penis and testicles. My father kept informing me:

-See, this fits perfectly, it's snug, but not tight, on your dick and it has a hole in it so you can pee without having to take it off. It's very comfortable...

He was trying to put it on, but his touch on my genitals was turning me on and I couldn't help but get a hard on. The more he tried to adjust it, the more my cock grew and made it impossible.

-Fuck -my father said grumpily-, Make this fucking thing go down! Otherwise, there's no way!

I realized at that moment that my father had completely left behind the embarrassment and awkwardness regarding sexual things between us. He was talking about it and touching me with ease. I tried desperately to bring my erection down, but you know how difficult this can be at times.

-I can't... I can't, Master...

He understood that I was telling the truth, after all he was a man too, but just when I thought he was going to give up and forget the insane contraption, he did something completely unexpected. Suddenly, he kneed me hard in the balls and I doubled over in pain. I fell to my knees, groaning. He excused himself:

-I'm sorry, it was the only way...

I lay there for a few seconds dying from the terrible pain, with my hands protecting my aching testicles, and unable to believe what my father had just done to me, until he grabbed my arm and pulled me up again. It had been a dreadful thing to do, but it had worked. My erection had been completely extinguished. My father wasted no time and quickly adjusted the cage to my genitals. He then locked it with a small padlock and pocketed the key, informing me coldly:

-We will have to remove it every two or three days so you can wash yourself. Other than that, you will wear it at all times, day and night.

My face of desolation must have been such that he felt a little guilty and told me in a sympathetic tone:

-Okay, okay... I know this is going to be hard. We men need to let off steam. If you behave yourself, I'll let you take it off and unload sometime, okay?

My dad definitely had no problem talking about sex with me anymore. When I saw in the bathroom mirror my poor cock and balls encased in that filthy device, tears came to my eyes again and I couldn't hold back a little sob. My father, again, did not take pity on me at all, but on the contrary, he exasperatedly blurted out:

-Fuck, I can't believe you're crying again, how can you be such a pussy, be a man, for God's sake...!

And he stormed out of the bathroom, leaving me there, terribly pained, with my soul shattered and deprived of my sexuality thereafter...

To be continued...