@#$@#$ Ali's Fucked $#@$#@
I had never been in an airplane before, but I already hated it. I had survived the take-off, the weird air supply, the kid screaming three rows back, and the big hairy man who fell asleep two hours ago and was still using my shoulder for a headrest, but the plane would land soon and my new life would start. I got in a lot of trouble back in El Paso, 18 years old and had stolen three cars. This time the judge was mad. I had already seen him twice, so he would have to lock me up this time in a real jail. So of course I jumped at the opportunity he gave me. He said I had never had a real father and didn't know how men were supposed to be. True, I had lived in various group homes the last few years, and I never knew my father, but I was a man. I know what men do.
FUCK! The plane started going down. Weren't they supposed to warn you? I guess I was too lost in my thoughts. I tried to put it out of my mind and fished the paper from my pocket with details on how I would spend the next three years. I was supposed to go back to high school and live with some guy who would be my "parent." He would have complete control over my life. They even took away my license. I had to be in the house by 7 every night unless I was out with him. I would have to check in with him when I got to school and when I left school and follow every instruction he gave me without questions. If I did this for three years and finished high school, I would be free and have a clean record.
The plane skidded and rolled to a slow stop as I finished reading over the order again. Why did Texas always have to do weird shit? I waited for everyone to get off in front of me before reaching up to get my bag. At 5'6 it was a stretch, but I grabbed it and headed off the plane, through security and out to where everyone got picked up. I waited under a big sign that said "Welcome to San Antonio" for about ten minutes before I saw a guy walk up with a small sign saying "Alejandro." That's me. I looked at the guy who stared back at me. He was... huge. Well over 6 feet, thick muscle bulging from every part of his body. He stared at me and saw right through. This wasn't going to be a nice little easy vacation. He pointed to his sign and I nodded yes, then he pointed his finger at me and then at the ground next to him. I walked over quickly; looking down, wondering what this would be like.
"Alejandro?"
"Yes sir"
"Good, sir is good, also Mr. Davis, or according to your plan it's supposed to be Dad, but that will come later. Let's get going," He took my backpack from me and pushed me out towards the doors as he followed behind. As I began to walk across the road to the parking garage he grabbed my arm tightly and pulled me back. "You can't get run over, at least not on your first day with me." He laughed as a car sped by. He didn't let go of my arm, but dragged me across to the parking garage and into an elevator up to a black Jeep. He threw my backpack in the back and opened the door, motioning for me to enter. I climbed up and waited as he got in, started, and drove towards the exit.
"All right, here's how it works," he said, pulling onto a freeway, "You are to be my son, and from your file you are placed at level Child, below Adolescent. This means we have a high structure arrangement. I have had three sons before you but they were all at teen level. Don't worry, I'm not going to put you into diapers, but I pretty much control your day. So I wake you, give orders, take you to and from school, watch you finish homework, and all the other stuff, you get the picture. I am to know where you are and what you are doing every moment of the day. Your bedtime is at 9 and don't try getting out, I have a tenth floor loft so the windows don't go anywhere but down. Follow my instructions and you get satisfactory or excellent and may move up to adolescent sooner than later. Disobey and you stay where you are or go down and your term with me is lengthened. Seriously disobey and I call Judge Thompson and you go straight to Jail, Brownwood I think. Questions, sugar?" He ended mockingly.
"No sir," I said, folding my hands between my legs.
"Do I scare you?"
"Nuh....no...I..."
"Yes I do, how cute, already broken just from looking at me," he said, patting my head, "Well, follow the rules and this should work out nicely. What do your friends call you?"
"Mostly Ali, some Alex, either is ok." I stared out the window, watching the city go by.
His "house" was an old hotel looking building downtown. He parked in a garage, grabbed my bag, and led me by the hand across a narrow old street and into a modern looking lobby with a row of computers, a couple of comfortable looking chairs, and art along the walls. He led me through the lobby and back into an indoor pool area, then to a workout room, all the while giving me details like he was selling the place to me. In the elevator he pushed the top button that said "ten" in big red letters. The elevator doors opened into a small, dim room with a big steel door across from us. He led me across and unlocked the door, sliding it back and exposing a huge expansive living room. The floors were stained concrete in different colors and shapes. The walls were rust colored brick on top and bottom with a continuous window leading across two sides of the room. In the corner was a long bar that opened into a kitchen area with steel everything. The ceiling was a maze of beams and pipes, the furniture was different couches in dark purple, light yellow and green velvet arranged around a low wide coffee table and facing a flat screen enormous television.
"That's for when I am home and can monitor what you see," he said, following my wide eyes to the screen, "You are to have all of your homework done, your room clean, and anything else I need you to do around here done before that comes on." I was frozen and taking in the place as he began to walk towards one of the doors on the left side of the living room. He came back and took me, by the arm over past the kitchen, opening the door to a small room with not much furniture. It resembled the living room in its clean and modern appearance. The bed was small and had a small, thick down comforter over a single pillow. There was a bookshelf with school things and supplies on it, a small wooden dresser with a picture of Mr. Davis with his arm around two boys, must have been his last ones, and a nightstand with a little lamp on it. There was also a small metal table with a worklamp on it and a metal chair pushed beneath it. There was another small door that Mr. Davis opened and turned a light on for me to see. "This is for your clothes, if this is all you brought; we will have to shop for you. I will choose your clothes, nothing like that gang shit you have on right now, and there are a few clean items in the dresser from previous boys." I stared down at my baggy jeans, tight white tank top and white tennis shoes. This wasn't gang stuff, but best not to argue with him.
"Now, let's do a little security check," he said setting my backpack onto the bed. He opened it and pulled out a small teddy bear, "What?" He looked at me with a half smirk. Not waiting for my response, he turned the bag over and dumped it out. Three t-shirts, two pairs of briefs, two pairs of socks and a toothbrush spilled out onto the bed. Then he went for the little pocket and opened it, dumping out a cell phone, five dollars, a granola bar and a pack of cigarettes. Picking up the phone and cigarettes he said "No and No," then pocketed them both. He shoved the clothes back into the bag leaving the bear, tooth brush, five dollars, and granola bar behind. He walked out of the room and left me alone for a few minutes. I sat on the bed, getting angry. This was going to be worse than jail. For some reason, when I get upset I freeze up, can't say anything. This is why I never got into a fight. If I try and talk back my words get all messed up and sound stupid. I just stand there and take it.
Mr. Davis came back into the room a few minutes later as I was sitting on the bed staring out the window overlooking downtown. He sat next to me with a white folder and began thumbing through it.
"Ok, let's go over your information. 5'6," he looked me up and down, "check!, Hispanic, check!, brown eyes, check!, small scar on upper left arm," he picked up my arm and pushed my sleeve up and then ran his finger over where I had fallen off a ladder when I was ten. "Check! One small triangular tattoo on lower back, hmmm, stand up!" I did as told and stood beside him. "Shirt off," I slid off my shirt and crossed my arms across my chest. He reached for my waist and turned me around and then reached around to undo my jeans, they fell to the floor and then he pulled back the waistband of my briefs. There it was, I didn't look at his face, but I knew he understood.
"So that's why you're not in a gang, little pink triangle. They marked you! El Paso gangs are so efficient when they reject people, marking them with the reason. They didn't want a little faggot in their group, eh?"
"I'm not a fag!" I yelled, spinning around. I reached down and pulled up my jeans, buttoning them at the top. "Fuck you!" I ran out of the room and straight for the door, but couldn't figure out how to open it.
"Can't even open a door?" I heard him growl in my ear and spun around. He put his face an inch from mine, backing me against the door and stared me down. I lowered my eyes as they filled with tears. I didn't want to be here anymore. A strong finger stroked beneath my chin and then lifted my head. He stared into me again without the slightest show of emotion.
"Never be afraid of who you are," he whispered and then drew me into him. His arms wrapped around me so that I couldn't fight if I wanted to. I pushed my head deep into his strong chest as his shirt began to soak up my tears. "Listen," he began, leaning down to kiss the top of my head, "you are safe here, ok? No one is going to hurt you or put you down for any reason. I'm going to make sure of that, that's what daddies do." I nodded a little as he let go of me, keeping his hand on my back for support.
"Go take a shower, find new clothes in the dresser and get ready for dinner." His commanding presence returned, and with a gentle push towards the room, he let me go. "Keep all doors open at all times; if I want a door closed I will let you know." I nodded and wiped a little snot off my nose before going into the room. I slid out of my clothes and hopped into the shower, making sure he didn't see me. I took a quick, hot shower and stepped out to find a fresh towel on the edge of the sink. I wrapped it around me and went out to the bedroom to find a small pair of black CK briefs, blue sleeveless t-shirt, and khaki shorts with more pockets than necessary. The things were a little too big for me, but I guess the previous boys weren't so small.
"Oh, those don't fit, ok well we will get you new clothes tomorrow," Mr. Davis said as I spun around to watch him eyeing me, leaning against the doorway. "Dinner will be ready soon and two of my older boys are stopping by to meet you. You will be on your best behavior and speak when spoken to." I nodded, my usual response, and followed him out to the kitchen. He handed me three plates and told me to set the table.
"Um, sir.... Where's the table?"
"Oh, yes, follow me for the rest of the tour." He said taking the plates back from me. I followed him to the other side of the loft to a large door. "This," he said, "is my room. It is off limits at all times unless invited inside."
"Yes sir"
He continued to the edge of the living room where there was a steel door that opened onto a small landing. Facing away from the living room windows there was a steel staircase that went up the side of the building, and another that snaked down it. I backed up all the way to the wall, afraid to look down.
"Oh shit, you're one of those, cmon," he said taking my hand and pulling me up the stairs, "I got you, don't worry." The world was ten floors below us and getting lower as we climbed up. I didn't dare look down, but felt the cool afternoon wind rush past me. Finally at the top of the stairs, he led me down two steps and onto the rooftop which was a giant patio. There was a round table with six chairs, a few lounge chairs, a hammock suspended between two poles, and a few metal things that looked like part of an outdoor gym. He led me over to the table and took a big blue plastic sheet off of it. He set the plates down and motioned for me to follow him back to the stairs.
"I can't go back down there..." I said, looking at my feet and folding my hands behind my back.
"Fine, then you will live up here, there is a bucket behind the grill, if you need to pee, use that." He said without a smile and began walking back to the stairs. I scurried behind him and he held my hand and pulled me back down and into the house. We finished getting things ready and he took them up to the roof while I stared at him, amazed at his lack of fear. Finally, he left to make the last trip and there was a knock at the door. I didn't know what to do, so I went over to the door and tried to look out the little hole. There were two tall, professional looking guys, mid to late twenties, staring back at me.
"I don't know how to open the door," I yelled to them.
"Go find Kel, I don't think he wants you answering doors," One of the guys called back.
"Who is Kel?" I yelled.
"Kel, Keller Davis, Dad, The guy you live with," one of them laughed.
It seemed strange that he had a first name, and stranger that others knew it. I turned from the door and waited for him to come back down.
"They are outside," I said excitedly as he came back into the living room.
"Good boy for waiting," Mr. Davis said as he passed me, patting my head. He pulled back a lock and then slid open the door. The two guys entered, throwing their arms around him and kissing him on the cheek. He smiled and laughed, hugging them tightly.
"Well," said Mr. Davis turning to face me and pulling me into his side, "this is the new baby. And this," he continued, pointing at the two guests, "is Chase and Travis. They were here together for part of the time and then Chase left first to go to college. Someday you will go too Ali."
Chase came closer and shook my hand, "Nice to meet you." Travis did the same.
"Let's go up and eat," he said, taking my hand and leading me out behind the others. He held on to me tightly as we went up the stairs and onto the roof. The table was laid out with all kinds of weird food. Mr. Davis said it was Vietnamese food, spring rolls, noodle stuff, weird things. He sat me next to him and my plate was smaller. It had steamed carrots and a piece of chicken, and a big glass of something called soy milk. He said it was a special diet he put all the new boys on. Travis and Chase nodded and began to help themselves to food. I sat there and picked at the food which wasn't bad, but I wasn't that hungry. Everyone was talking, sharing stories, and kept calling Mr. Davis "dad."
I felt weird saying Mr. Davis all the time, so I got into it to. He smiled when I did it and put his hand on my shoulder. Chase said that he could tell that I would like it here and get used to things quickly. "Besides," he said, "you're one cute chicken." They all laughed at this, I didn't know what it meant. It was a little after 8 when we finished eating, they kept talking, but I was getting bored and staring out across the city below us. It was so pretty. I had been to the top of the Franklin Range in El Paso on a field trip one time. I was 8 and my friends dared me to go to the edge of the lookout, one of them tried to push me, but our teacher grabbed his arm before he could do it and made them go sit on the bus. I got sick after a few minutes and ended up throwing up into a nearby trashcan. I don't like heights...
I got lost in thought when "Dad" touched my shoulder, "Ok, time for you to go take a bath, brush teeth, and head to bed. Remember your bedtime is 9."
"But... it's Friday night." I started, but he cut me off.
"What was that? Did you have a question? I thought I spoke clearly," he stared me down.
"Yes sir," I said, looking down at my shoes.
"Good, Oh, I'll help you get down," he finished, stood up, offered me his hand, and led me back into the apartment. I took my second shower of the day and again found clothes laid out for me, clean blue very small briefs, a soft worn t-shirt from Churchill High, and a pair of flannel pajama pants. I dressed and went to brush my teeth. When I finished, I went out to find them sitting around the living room. Dad told me I could come and sit on the couch with him for a little bit and then he would help me fall asleep. I ended up falling asleep on the pillow next to his lap. I NEVER go to sleep this early, but something about the low lights, quiet conversation, soft music and candles made me pass out.
I woke up a little later, I didn't have a clock so I don't know, but I heard yelling. I was in my new bed holding onto my bear. I sat up and looked through my doorway, which was open, and saw light from across the living room; dad's door was open a few inches. I crawled to the edge of the bed and listened to what sounded like Chase saying "Fuck me daddy, fuck me yes," Travis saying "Fuck yeah Chase, suck that cock," and Dad growling in his scary voice, "Ride daddy's cock baby, ride it hard." I.... Was... Freaked!
I put my feet on the cold concrete floor and tiptoed out of the bedroom, hiding in the shadows. I ducked behind the first couch and crawled around to the backside of the last one. I was a few feet from it now and could see through the crack.
Chase was sitting on top of dad, sitting backwards and bouncing up and down in his lap. Dad was lying down on the bed and rubbing Chase's sides. Travis was kneeling on the bed and Chase was leaned over and sucking on Travis' cock. Dad started to buck up and down faster, pushing deeper into Chase who was begging for more.
"Please daddy, fuck your baby's ass. Give him your daddy juice!!" Chase screamed over and over.
"Yes baby, here it comes, get ready for Daddy's seed, gonna fill up my baby's ass, take it all you dirty little bitch, yeah, take daddy's cum." He pulled Chase by the waist down farther onto his cock and rammed up and down into him, hitting the mattress hard. At the same time, Travis pulled out of Chase's mouth and pulled his head down, shooting cum all over his hair. He had his hands on Chase's ears and pulled his hair back and forth against his cock, then took his cock and slapped it against Chase's face a few times. "Take that cum, wear it faggot." Chase smiled up at Travis, cum leaking down his face. When Travis was spent, Chase turned around on dad's cock to face him.
"May I cum now sir? Please?"
"No," growled dad, pulling Chase's head down so their lips met in a passionate kiss, "You cum when I tell you to, maybe not tonight at all, now go finish cleaning up your brother and then go clean your dirty little ass up." He lifted Chase off of his cock with a pop and smacked his ass as Chase got off the bed and went for the bathroom. Travis collapsed beside dad and laid back. Dad closed his eyes and turned his head towards me.
I had to get away from there. I crawled back around the couches and was almost back to the one closest to me when I smacked into a side table. The lamp shook but didn't fall. It would have gone unnoticed, but the house was dead quiet, recovering from the sex.
"FUCK!" I heard dad yell and then heavy footsteps hit the floor. I crawled across the floor and was almost back to my room when I heard "FREEZE!" I stopped. "Stand up!" I stood. I turned to face him and felt my body go weak. What would he do to me? I shouldn't have been spying. He stood there in soccer shorts, barely covering the giant bulge that crept up the side and expanded the waistband a little. I caught myself staring, looked quickly up to his eyes, then back down to the floor. He walked over to me.
"What are you doing?" he asked more calmly.
"I... I just woke up and heard yelling and then I wanted some water so I came out here and I didn't see anything. I swear." I was so nervous, the words came from nowhere.
"Oh," he said and pulled me into him. He reeked of sex and man sweat, a nice combination. "It's ok baby, don't be scared, we weren't fighting. Go back to bed and I will bring you water, ok?" he finished.
I nodded and went back and laid down on my bed. He came in a minute later with a little cup of water and set it down on my side table. I laid back and he sat next to me on my bed.
"Listen, if you get scared at night, you can talk to me, there is a microphone built into that light switch," he said, pointing his finger, "I hear it in my room, in case there is something going on that I need to know about. So if you get scared or hear something, just call out, ok?"
"You... you listen to me? Why? You can't do that," I sat up and stared at him with a worried/angry look.
"You would be surprised at what I can do, I'm in charge baby," he said picking up my teddy bear and pushing it into my arms and then laying me back against the mattress. "Got it?"
"Yes sir," I said, putting my head onto the pillow. He leaned over and kissed my forehead and said, "Do you want me to lay with you for awhile? Chase and Travis are using my bed."
I nodded and he smiled and then got under the covers with me. He was on his back and with his right hand pulled me into his side putting my head on his chest. I had so many thoughts swirling in my head, but his scent and the sound of his heartbeat quickly put me to sleep.
******************** Saturday ********************
Men talking, dishes clinking, water running, sunlight across the bed, birds chirping, car honking, smell of pancakes, police siren wailing, needing to pee, yet as I laid there, opening my eyes, staring across the room, I felt peaceful. I sat up and swiveled around, setting my feet on the cold concrete floor. I went to pee, brush my teeth, and wash my face, then padded out to the kitchen. The three of them were sitting around the island eating pancakes. Dad pulled out a stool for me and patted it for me to sit next to him. I climbed up and reached for a few pancakes on the plate in the middle of the island when he grabbed my wrist softly and pulled it back. He walked over to the fridge and opened it, taking out a bowl and set it in front of me. It was a mixture of fruit, corn flakes, and yogurt.
"Just for you," he smiled with a wink. I took a spoon and began to eat as the three of them talked about some trip they went on before I was here. I felt kind of left out again, and ate silently. When I finished I stood up and began walking out of the kitchen when Dad stopped me.
"Sit down, I didn't tell you to go anywhere!"
I went back and sat, looking down at the floor. I had to wait another fifteen minutes or so until they stopped talking, then Dad made me help him wash the dishes as Chase and Travis got ready to leave. They both hugged me and wished me luck with the new situation and gave Dad kisses before going home. When they left, Dad told me to follow him as he went into my room and picked out clothes for today. He decided on a baby blue polo shirt with light khaki shorts, these had less pockets than the ones yesterday. I dressed in front of him as he sat on the bed, waiting for me. He told me to brush my teeth again and when I finished, he was waiting for me in the kitchen. He grabbed his keys and led me out of the apartment and down to the street.
We took the trolley a few blocks to Rivercenter, the big mall downtown, and went into, what seemed like, every store. Dad liked to give me a stack of things to try on and then wait outside the dressing room, making me model everything for him. I couldn't believe how much we bought, clothes I would probably never choose for myself. Nice pants, button up shirts, pullover sweaters, etc... No jeans, t-shirts, or "thugwear" as dad called it. After a few hours, we were just coming out of this store when he got a phone call.
"What the fuck are you calling me for? I said we were off for awhile, I have a new boy to train," he said. Then he stopped, turned to me and told me "Stay RIGHT Here!" he said, pointing at the ground and then quickly wandered down a few stores. He kept walking farther away and then turned a corner. I didn't think he was coming back for awhile, but I stood there. Then I saw it, the CD store across the way had a big poster of a rapper from the border area. I just went over for a minute to take a look. Then I wandered around in the CD store, they had lots of stuff I wanted, but I had no money and I doubted dad would buy anything with bad language for me, even if it was in Spanish. Before I knew it, I had been in there too long. I heard dad yelling my name across in front of the store where I was supposed to be.
I tore out of the CD store and ran to his side. He glared down at me. I was busted.
"What did I tell you to do?" he said calmly, leaning down to about an inch from my face.
"I...I just wanted to look at a CD," I answered. SMACK he gave me a quick spank on my butt, it hurt, but it was more embarrassing.
"WHAT did I tell you to DO?" he asked a little louder. I took too long to answer and he smacked my butt again.
"Alejandro Esquivel!" he used my full name, "What were my instructions?"
"To... to stay right here.... Daddy." I tried to look cute to diffuse him, because I was scared and people were starting to stare.
"And what did you do?" he continued the questions.
"I... I went to look at the CD store," I whispered. He set down the bags of things and then sat on the bench. He turned me around and began to spank me, counting and telling me why. "Two for disobeying me and three for not answering my question when asked." I didn't cry, but I wanted to. I didn't run, but I wanted to. I looked around as my face reddened. Three guys my age were sitting at a table outside the movies and laughing about us... about me.
"Cmon," he said, standing and offering me his hand. I didn't take it and he reached and grabbed mine. "Let's go." He led me out of the mall and onto the busy street. He held all the bags in one hand and pulled me along with the other as he hailed a taxi. I got in behind him and sat as far away as possible. Then, for some stupid reason, I felt bad. I realized that I had broken his rules and I worried that he might think I wasn't worth this anymore because I didn't obey. I scooted all the way over to him and took his hand. He squeezed my hand firmly and pulled it over into his lap as he stared out the window.
"I'm sorry Daddy," I whispered and put my head on his shoulder.
"Baby, you have to learn to obey. I don't ask you to do bad or evil things, but if I can't trust you, then you need to be trained better." He put his arm around me just as the taxi pulled up to his building.
We went up and Dad helped me unpack all of the clothes, hanging them nicely, removing tags, I filled half of the small closet with my new things. I smiled and told him thank you, and he pulled me in for a hug.
"Now," he said, "time for the rest of your punishment." I stared up at him with a confused look. "Yes," he nodded, "You have to learn to obey me, it is unacceptable that you wander off, a good child would not do that. So you must be punished. The spanking was part of it, but I don't think you learned your lesson just yet. Follow me." He led me out of the room, across the living room, and opened his bedroom door. I hadn't been in there before. It was a big room and it got bigger as he led me through it. We went around the bathroom to a small open hallway that led into a smaller room behind the bathroom and closet. In one corner was a desk with computer and all kinds of electrical stuff.
On the wall opposite, there were two metal rings about two feet apart almost six feet off the ground. Closer to the floor, there were another set of rings equally spaced. In the corner there was a big rolling tool case with sliding drawers. I followed him as he went over to the drawers, he slid open one and it was full of all kinds of little leather objects.
"Ok, go ahead and strip down, you can keep your briefs on this time." He said.
"But.... I'll be almost naked." I said before thinking. He stared at me impatiently.
"Questioning again? You definitely haven't learned a lesson today. We will have to start over with this. Clothes off NOW! Everything," he commanded. I slid off my shirt and then shoes, placing them neatly on the floor, then my shorts and briefs. I stood before him naked, hands over my cock. He took two leather bands out of the drawer and put them around my wrists, they snapped tightly and then he grabbed my right arm. He fastened it over my head to one of the rings, making sure it was pulled tight. Then my other arm was lifted over my head as he secured it to the second ring. I was facing the wall, my hands over my head.
My nipples were getting hard from the cold air and my cock even got a little smaller. He took my ankles and did the same as my wrists to the two rings closer to the floor. I was half shaking and half shivering as I felt his warm hands slide gently down my back. My legs were drawn apart showing all of my ass. He traced a finger down between the cheeks and paused before getting to me hole and then took his hand away. He stepped back and I heard him open another drawer on the chest. I didn't know what he was getting, but I got scared.
"Ok, I'm going to have to whip you a little, don't jump when it touches your ass. It's ok to scream if you want; the room is pretty much soundproof." He said, finishing just as I felt leather lash across my ass. SMACK It stung and I started to beg him to stop. He counted to ten between each lash, stretching out the pain and anticipation. SMACK I could feel my ass reddening and it felt like it couldn't take anymore. SMACK I got ten lashes total. I was crying, begging for him to stop, but I had to learn my lesson. It was worse than in the mall. I didn't care anymore about the humiliation; I just wanted to learn to obey him to not have this again.
He talked to me through the whole thing, telling me how I was a dirty little boy who needed Daddy to spank him. I had to learn to do things the write way or I would never finish the levels to get out of here. Finally it was over, the lashing. My ass didn't feel warm anymore as he began to rub his hands across the cheeks, it was almost cool, but I realized he was putting some sort of liquid over it. It smelled like mint as he rubbed it in and massaged it into my ass. He pressed his body against mine and kissed softly on the back of my neck. His hands slid around my chest, pulling me back against him. I felt his jeans on the back of my leg, his shirt across my shoulder blades and a hard package pressing into my lower back. Nice daddy was back, but only for a hug.
"You know I have to do this because I love you," he whispered into my ear, nibbling on it softly. "You can be a good boy if you learn to follow the rules. Then daddy won't have to discipline you like this." He was talking in a low, sexy voice and as he hugged me from behind and played with my ear, my cock stood to full attention.
"Mmmm, somebody's getting off on this," daddy said as he looked down over my shoulder and spotted my erection, "You like it when daddy gets rough with you?" I didn't say anything, too embarrassed, but I did, I liked it. It scared me, but I felt safe with him. I knew he understood my limits and I liked the feeling of being under his control.
"Yeah," he said, continuing to run his hands up and down my tummy as he began kissing on my neck, "you are into this, aren't you? Say it!"
"Yes... yes sir, I like it." I whispered. He stopped at that, and reached up, releasing my wrists from the rings and then told me to undo my ankles. I did as told and when I turned to face him he was taking another piece of leather from the toolbox. He fasted it around my neck, it was a collar, but not too tight. It must have been used on someone bigger; it kind of hung on me a little.
"Hmmm, I'll have to get one that fits you just right, can't have you slipping out of this," he noted and then opened another drawer and took out a chain. One end he fastened to the silver ring on the front of the collar around my neck. He took my wrist cuffs and fastened them midway down the chain on two small clips. He led me by the chain out of the playroom and into his bedroom. He patted the bed and whistled at me like a dog to jump up. I did and stood on my knees. He gently pulled the chain down, forcing me to bend over, and then secured it around one of the small steel poles of his headboard. His bed was like a big pillow, down comforter, suede duvet. It was a soft and wonderful place. I stayed there on my hands and knees staring at the wall as he dug around in a drawer of the side table. He pulled out a package and showed it to me.
"I bought this last week, I like to use new toys with new boys," he laughed, showing me the package of a small five inch thin dildo plug. "This one is nice and gentle, just to break you in." He tore it open and pulled it out, then stuck it into my mouth. "Get it nice and wet before it goes inside you."
I looked up at him nervously. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle since you're new." He assured me. Dad laid down on the bed next to me and pus his hands around my waist, picking me up and putting me on top of him. He rubbed my back gently as I buried my face into his chest. With a finger, he lifted my head to stare up into his eyes. He grabbed the toy firmly and began rubbing it against my lips. It was a cold steely plastic feeling. He centered it on my mouth and then gently pushed it through my lips. I accepted it and began to suck on it like a pacifier. Taking my hand, he put it up to the other end of the toy and it had a round plastic ring to hold onto.
"Suck on it baby, get it nice and ready," he said and then began rubbing his hands around my ass. I felt a finger glide down between the cheeks and then poke against my hole. Our eyes were locked as he gave me a look of concern and then a smile. "Does this hurt baby?" he whispered down to me as he forced a finger inside me. I, with a mouthful of toy, shook my head no and continued sucking on the dildo. "Good boy," he smiled down at me, and then pushed the toy further into my mouth as he worked two fingers deep into me. My mmmmmms were muffled by the toy as he grabbed the end of it and began to fuck my mouth with it. I felt his cock hardening between my legs as I straddled his chest. He grabbed the chain hooked to my collar and pulled me up closer to his face. Taking the toy out, he forced his tongue into my mouth and kissed me passionately as his fingers began fucking my ass harder.
My cock was at full attention as he reached down and gave it a few soft jerks. His hand wandered around to find my balls and he grabbed them both, pulling a little too hard. He squeezed them together as I began to protest, shaking my head but with my mouth full, I couldn't tell him to stop.
"Oh baby, does that hurt?" he asked after pulling his lips away. I nodded my head and he smiled and then pulled harder. He forced his tongue back into my mouth and continued pulling on my balls while finger fucking me fast and hard. My cock was the only part of me loving this as it beat against his tummy every time he forced his fingers in and out of me roughly. He finally let go of my balls and they hung between my legs as he pulled his wet, dripping fingers out of my ass. He picked me up and held me close to his chest as he stood off of the bed and then leaned down to unhook my leash from the headboard rails. He held me in his arms and I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, laying my head against his shoulder.
I closed my eyes, loving being held, but was quickly awakened by the toy finding its way into my hole. I gasped as he began fucking me with it. It stretched my hole more than his fingers and filled me to capacity. It hurt a little, but I loved being in his arms and feeling so connected to him.
"Yeah baby, daddy's cock is going to stretch you open if you can't take this tiny toy." He growled into my ear as he rammed the toy deeper into me and then pulled it out. I kept my head on his shoulder and began to suck on his neck as I bounced up and down, rubbing my cock against his hard abs. It got easier to take the toy and it started to feel really good.
He walked me over to the bed again and laid me down, keeping the toy inside of me. I still clung to his neck as my back hit the soft bed. He pulled my arms off of him and then pulled my legs up. I am pretty limber so they fit easily behind my arms, presenting my ass up for him to continue working on. This got a big smile of approval from Daddy, who patted my tummy and then flicked the end of the toy hard, sending it deeper into me and causing me to jump a little. He walked off for a few seconds and came back with a small plastic bottle and a condom wrapper. He opened the condom with his teeth and rolled it down his long, thick shaft.
"You ready for daddy to fuck your sweet little boy hole?" he asked, not really needing an answer. I nodded with a nervous look that received a wink. He lubed up his cock and then took out the toy, laying it against my chest. He pointed the tip of his cock at my hole and then stopped, leaned down, and kisses me, swirling his tongue around the inside of my mouth. Taking his lips from mine, he looked into my eyes and said, "You are so beautiful baby." I blushed and looked away as he stood up and repositioned his cock at my hole.
He pushed the tip of the head into me and it felt like the biggest thing that had ever been inside me. "No no no," I said, looking up at him pleadingly, "It's too big sir, please no."
"Shhh, you will get used to it, I'll go slowly, but it is going to hurt, but then it will feel Soooooooo good." He let me get used to the tip and then pushed in another inch, very slowly, and then stopped to lean down and kiss me more. We do this at about an inch every five minutes, ever so slow and sweet. He whispers into my ear how good it feels, how new and tight I am, how beautiful I look, how much he is loving this. I let my hands roam up and down his strong man back. Every inch of him is a muscle and I feel so weak but also protected as he covers me with his body, his arms, his cock inside me. My eyes close and I feel his heat as he begins to work his cock deeper into me, exploring new areas, in search of the end.
"Ohhh mmmmm fuck me, daddy!" I whisper to him and nibble on his ear as he pushes all the way inside me. I feel his daddy-sized nuts bang against my ass. He is inside me, fully. I feel stretched, a little pain, a lot of warmth, and so much love. His tongue returns to my mouth and he began to fuck me, slowly, very slowly, taking just a little out and then putting it back in. I began to adjust, to feel connected to this new and invading object. The motions began to rub against that spot inside me. The one I didn't know I had, but it makes my cock start leaking between us, coating his tummy in pre-cum. It gets a little slippery and then a little sticky as he speeds up and pulls farther out of me and then rams deeper into me.
"Oh baby you feel incredible, I'm not going to last long in this sweet ass," he says as he begins fucking me faster and harder. I hold onto his back as he begins to ram into me, slamming against the walls of my ass and against the special spot. My cock had had enough. It began to shoot cum up between us, hitting my chest, neck and chin. "OHHHHHHHH FUCK ME DADDY!" I screamed into his ear over and over again as he kept slamming into me and causing me to cum more. My cock was so hard it ached. My body was shaking from the intense orgasm and his continued assault of my ass. He held me closer and tighter, fucking me so hard that I moved up the bed until I felt my head hit a pillow. I was screaming so hard for him to fuck me that he put his tongue back into my mouth and I sucked on it, pacified, but I wanted more.
My orgasm subsided, but he continued fucking me, and my body continued to respond. I felt a warmth spread over me as he laid down over me, working his way deeper into me. He covered me, pressing me into the sheets, his arms around me, his chest on top of me. I was surrounded on all sides and inside as daddy used my body to deliver his load. I felt his cock shiver inside me as he nibbled on my ear and began moaning "oh baby yeah, daddy's going to fill you with cum. Yes baby take daddy's cum in your sweet boy pussy. YESSSS" I felt him begin to fill me. The condom ballooned inside me as he filled it with his man juice. Each thrust made it grow larger inside me, filling me to capacity and driving it's length further into me. I closed my eyes as his lips found mine once again.
Then his body stilled, he held me tight and rolled over onto his back, laying me against his chest. I was lifted and lowered as his breathing continued and then slowed as he hugged me tightly into him. My eye closed and, though I was still filled with his cock, I fell into sleep in his arms and on his chest.
I woke a few hours later in the dark room. I blinked a few times, not seeing a difference, and realized I was in his bed, naked. The collar was gone and I was under the heavy comforter, in his arms. I squirmed a little, but he held me tight in his sleep. I moved my arms and realized I was holding onto my little teddy bear. I smiled to myself and felt safe in his arms. I blinked a few more times and then snuggled back against his chest and felt as if I finally had a home and a daddy of my own.