{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"36cf13dd-a920-4ad3-a6d9-47953eb345e1","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2024-09-09T09:46:46.8Z","title":"Stepfather torture fantasy","slug":"stepfather-torture-fantasy","shortId":"hYShYKnj","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"John help me fulfill stepfather fantasy about cigarette torture.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"fe975c39-dcc5-42e2-93eb-3f1f51850dc4","title":null,"summary":"I woke up with a hard dick. I had been dreaming of Susie. She had sat next to me on the school bus. ","wordCount":2475,"readTime":12,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

I woke up with a hard dick. I had been dreaming of Susie. She had sat next to me on the school bus. We started talking and she leaned over me to push the window open. She slipped and her huge breasts were pushing against my face.

She sat back down and whispered into my ear, “Do you like them?”

Suddenly I was awake. I pulled my pajama bottoms down and grabbed my dick. I started stroking myself. All I could do was think about her silky soft breasts pressed against my face.

Suddenly my bedroom door flew open. Daddy was standing there looking at me.

He stepped in and ripped the sheets off my bed. I was so surprised I couldn't react, I was still holding my dick.

“WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT PLAYING WITH YOURSELF,” he said?

Daddy had caught me playing with myself before. He had warned me not to do it again. He said that I would be punished if he caught me. But it felt so nice. I just couldn’t help myself. I had been so careful. I only did it when Daddy was asleep or when I was alone in the house. This time, I had been asleep, and I couldn't help myself.

“Pull up your pajama pants and come to the living room,” he said.

He stormed out of the room. I was suddenly scared, my heart was beating hard and fast. I was so scared, what was he going to do to me?

I pulled on my pajamas and got up. I walked after him.

When I walked into the living room he was sitting on the couch. I walked over and stood across the coffee table from him.

I watched him open the drawer in the side table next to the couch. He took out his cigarettes and lighter and placed them on the coffee table next to his ashtray.

“What did I tell you about playing with yourself,” he asked?

“You said you would punish me if you caught me doing it again,” I said.

“And what were you doing when I walked in,” he asked?

“I was sleeping. I didn’t know what I was doing. I was dreaming,” I pleaded.

“The fact you are dreaming about it means you are thinking about it during the day. You have been disobeying me. This is your fault. You did this. I don’t want to punish you, but you leave me no choice. You need to learn what happens when you disobey me. And you will learn that tonight! Now take off your pajamas and sit here.” He was pointing to the coffee table in front of him.

He leaned back, staring at me, waiting. After a few seconds his face turned to a frown and he yelled at me, “DO IT, NOW!”

My heart was pounding. I was scared. What was going to happen?

I pulled my pajama shirt and pants off. I was naked. My dick had shriveled up. I looked down and walked around the table to stand in front of him. I sat down and waited with my head down. I didn't look at him.

Daddy reached forward and spread my legs apart. He then picked up his ashtray and shoved it between my legs and under my cock and balls.

Oh, no no no no no. What was he doing?

I looked up, “No Daddy please no. Please no. Don’t burn me. I will be good. I promise. I won’t touch myself ever again. Please Daddy please.”

I watched as Daddy picked up his cigarettes and started unwrapping them. It was a new pack.

He tapped the pack against the palm of his hand. All I could do was watch. I was starting to shake. This couldn’t be happening.

I was so scared, allI could do was whisper, “No Daddy, please. No. Don’t burn me. Please don’t.”

He took one cigarette out of the pack and held it between fingers. He handed me the cigarette lighter.

He said, “This is all your fault. You are making me do this. If you had just done as I told you, we wouldn’t have to do this. But you couldn’t keep your hands off yourself could you? Light my cigarette!”

“Please Daddy no, don’t do this.”

Daddy looks me straight in the eyes, “It’s too fucking late for that now. There is nothing you can do to stop this. We have to do this. SO FUCKING GET ON WITH IT! LIGHT MY FUCKING CIGARETTE!!”

My hand shakes as I flick the lighter. The flame comes to life. I feel light headed and sick to my stomach. I can’t stop my hand from shaking. I lift the lighter up. Daddy leans forward and brings the cigarette to his lips and it’s tip to the flame. He takes a deep drag.

Daddy leans back and looks up at the ceiling. He holds the cigarette between the fingers of his right hand and blows out a cloud of smoke.

“I warned you this was going to happen. I wasn’t kidding. I am going to burn your balls with this entire pack of cigarettes. You will learn to follow my orders.”

Daddy sits up and scoots forward on the couch. He looks me in the eyes and smiles. He grabs my shoulder with his left hand and firmly holds me down. I try to squirm out of his grip but I can’t. He brings his cigarette down to my balls and slowly grinds it out.

I flinched and screamed in pain. I try to pry his hand off my shoulder and run away. But Daddy is too strong, he just shoves me back down.

“Don’t fucking think about it, or you will pissing me off!”

I looked into Daddy’s face. His smile was gone, and replaced with frown. He grabbed the lighter out of my hand. I didn’t realize I was still holding onto it.

He flicked the lighter and relit the cigarette.

“Don’t fucking move. You’re starting to make me mad. This is all your fault. You knew this would happen. You know this would happen and you did it anyway. Therefore I am assuming you want me to burn you. Don’t you. You wanted me to do this to you. You wanted me to hurt you don't you?”

There was nothing I could say, I knew it. I was trapped.

Daddy took another drag then grabbed my shoulder again and ground the cigarette out. It wasn’t as intense this time, I knew what to expect. But I still cried out. My eyes started to water.

Anything I said now wasn’t going to end well, and I had to say something. In a whisper I said, “Yes Daddy, this is my fault.”

He re-lite the cigarette again and said, “Yes, good, accept your punishment.”

Daddy lifted my dick this time and ground the cigarette out right in the middle of my balls. He drops the cigarette butt into the ashtray.

I look down for the first time and really look at my balls. Daddy’s ashtray is a big square glass one. He has one of the corners pushed into the crack between my legs. My balls are resting on old cigarette butts and ashes. There are three round black marks on my balls. My balls are now just part of his ashtray.

I looked up and saw Daddy getting another cigarette out of his pack.

The strangest thing starts to happen. I don’t understand it. I can’t control it. Why is this happening? My dick is getting hard. I watch Daddy light his cigarette and I feel my dick growing, getting harder and harder.

Why is this happening? Why am I so hard? I look up to see Daddy take a drag on the cigarette, the tip of the cigarette is glowing red hot. My dick is now rock hard.

I look at Daddy and he looks me straight in the eyes. I don’t know why I did it, but I whisper, “Do it again please.”

Daddy looks at my rock hard dick and smiles, “I knew you were a little pain slut. But don’t think this changes anything. You still disobeyed me. You still need to be punished. We need to cover your balls and dick with cigarette burns. And yes, I said ‘we’.”

Daddy hands me the cigarette. “Since you are so excited about being burned, grind that cigarette out on those pathetic balls!”

I hold the cigarette and look at it’s red glowing tip. It comes to a rounded point and is covered in gray ash. I slowly point the cigarette at my balls and bring them together. The initial contact is so intense, I slowly twist the cigarette pushing it in till the pain ends. I moan, but I no longer scream. My dick is still rock hard.

After a few seconds I hand what is left of the cigarette back to Daddy.

I don't fully understand what is going on. But the intensity of the pain is more than just pain. It is something else, and I crave it. The sensation, the rush of it.

Daddy lays the cigarette in the ashtray. I look down to see the dead cigarette lying on top of my balls. I start thinking about what it would feel like if the cigarette was lit. The slow agony of it. Something totally different than having it ground out.

I look over at my Step Dad and see him unzipping his pants. I hadn’t noticed it till right then but there was a huge bulge in his pants. He isn’t really my father, just a step dad. But I call him Daddy.

He pulls open his pants and pulls out his huge cock and balls. He is as hard as I am. The sight of Daddy’s huge hard cock makes me smile. This isn’t the first time we have had our little games together.

Daddy picks up the cigarette from the ashtray and lights it. I watch the cigarette. I am no longer afraid of it.

I quietly say, “Daddy, put the cigarette back into your Ashtray.”

“Yes Ashtray,” Daddy says.

He lays the lit cigarette on top of my balls.

The pain is so intense. I can’t stand it. I am fighting the pain. I clench my teeth and I'm straining all my muscles.

“That’s it, you take the pain.” Daddy says. “Take that pain and make me hard.”

Between grunts of pain I say, “Yes Daddy, I will take it for you.”

I close my eyes and lay back on my elbows. I try to just let the pain just wash over me. It is so hard. All I feel is pain, the heat. I can feel the cigarette slowly burning further and further. I am straining every muscle in my body as I fight it. I can’t take it anymore. I want to reach down and take the cigarette off my balls, or stand up. Anything to make it stop

And then, bang. More pain. I didn’t expect it. Daddy has just ground out another cigarette.

Daddy is laughing, “didn’t expect that, did you.”

As I fight to control myself, the pain on my balls is slowly decreasing. The cigarette is finally burning itself out.

I am covered in sweat. My hard dick is gone. I am shaking but not from fear. I was straining so hard and for so long, and now it is over. I am light headed and my ears are ringing.

“Daddy I feel light headed,” I said.

“Welcome to endorphins. Just relax and enjoy it. It won’t last long,” Daddy says.

As my head slowly clears I sit up and look over to see Daddy stroking his dick.

As I watch him, I see him take another cigarette out of the pack. My heart sinks, I was hoping things would be over now.

“You asked me to put that cigarette on you, Ashtray. That was on you, you asked for it. This one,” he says as he lights the cigarette, “is for me.”

I can’t say anything. I am so spent and tired.

I look down at my balls and see the line of ash where the cigarette had been. My balls look like the bottom of an ashtray now.

I lay back and wait for it to begin. I don’t have to wait long. It starts again. I am fighting the pain again.

I feel like I might pass out. I am straining and fighting the pain. Then I feel Daddy grab the head of my cock and then, more agony. Daddy has ground out another cigarette on the head of my cock. I jumped this time. The cigarette on top of my balls rolls off into the ashtray.

My senses are overloaded. I don’t know what is happening. I feel Daddy pick up my balls and then I feel burning under my balls. Daddy has put the cigarette that was on top of my balls under them. The underside of my balls are more sensitive. I am now starting to scream again.

The pain under my balls doesn’t last long. The weight of my balls on the cigarette suffocates it. But Daddy isn’t over yet, there are several more burns to my balls and my cock head. I lose track.

At some point it finally ends. I don’t know how long it takes. All I can remember was the pain.

Daddy lets me rest for a while. I just lay there and recover.

Some time later I feel Daddy remove the ashtray from between my legs and he helps me to sit on the couch. We hug each other. I feel his warm body against mine and my head rests on his hairy chest. Along the way he took his clothes off.

I reach down to find his dick, it is flaccid. I start stroking it but Daddy gently stops me.

“No, not now. I came a while ago when you were screaming.”

“Daddy,” I said, “can I come now?”

Daddy looked down at me and said, “No, you may not. You know the rules. You aren’t allowed to touch yourself. Did this punishment teach you nothing?”

I looked down and sighed, “yes sir.”

Then I felt Daddy’s hand on my leg. I looked up into his face and he was smiling. Very gently he grabbed my cock and started slowly and gently stroking me. He said. “You can’t touch yourself, but I can.”

My cock hurt and the stroking it was painful, but Daddy eventually made me come and we fell asleep in each other's arms. I was exhausted. When we woke it was light out.

I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. I put some bandages on my balls and dick then got dressed.

I came back to find John cooking breakfast.

John said, “You want some breakfast before you leave?”

“No thanks, I need to go home and shower before work,” I said.

“Well, next time you feel the need to touch yourself, give your old step dad a call and I will take care of you,” John said with a smile.

“Thanks Dad, and thank you for punishing me so well.”

He smiled back and said, “make sure to take care of those burns.”

“Yes sir, I always do.”

And with that I was out the door and headed home.

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