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This story is dedicated to Toughdaddy Jack! Really hope you enjoy this story, Sir! I wrote it for you, Sir, for your pleasure!
Meeting Daddy ? Part 1
I met him on the internet. It was a website for older men and their admirers where I spend a lot of time on. Actually I'm spending most of my time surfing the web in search of an older, dominant man. But it looks like Mr. Right is always much too far away for a real meeting. Until one night, two month ago. I was searching the profiles of my favorite site as I got his message: 'Nice pic, boy. Like your attitude. boy, get back to me - NOW!'
I wrote into my profile that I'm looking for an older, dominant daddybear type of man and that I^?wanted^?to be trained to become an obedient boy for his pleasure.
From that night on we met in the chat room 3-4 times a week. The chat was different every time and I never knew what to expect next. Sometimes he would ask me everything about my sex life and I mean everything. How often I masturbate, when and where. He wanted^?detailed description of any experience with every man I had made so far. My turn ons and turn offs. Things I would like to try but haven?t yet and the reasons why I didn't. My deepest and darkest phantasies - simply everything! At other times he showed me photos of boys pleasing older men or getting punished in all sort of different ways. Then he asked me to describe the scene and explain what did happen or what I think could happen next. And he kept asking about my thoughts and feelings with every pic. And if my cock was hard and what I was doing with my hands. He got very abusive every time I didn't answer straight away or if I tried to hide anything. What turned me on even more. Actually, I loved he's verbal
abuse and couldn't get enough of it. Occasionally he ordered me to take some photos of myself. Not just any, I had to make them exactly the way he wanted: naked on my knees with my hands behind my head or lying on my back, holding my legs up and exposing my ass - sometimes even with some toys. And we were talking about^?the photos exactly in the same way as we did talk about the pics with the other boys - what was very humiliating. Sometimes I had to put a candle or butt plug up my ass and play with myself but wasn't allowed to cum. Sometimes I wasn't even allowed to touch myself. But if I got the permission to cum I had to eat it, all of it everytime.^?He knew exactly how to treat a boy like me and I loved it but I wanted - no, needed more. The urge of meeting this man for real got bigger and bigger. But every time I asked for a real time meeting he told me I wasn't ready for that yet. I got more and more addicted to chat with him. Everyday I couldn't talk to him^?seemed
wasted, everything I did seemed useless. I couldn't stop thinking about him. I wanted to serve him, please him, even get punished by him. Anything, everything^?- just to be with him and obey his every will. Nothing seemed to be more important anymore.
Then on a Thursday night, I loged in onto the site and there was this message waiting for me: 'boy, no chat tonight. take the bus to the city at 10.30 tomorrow morning. you wont be back until sunday, boy. and don't you fucking touch that boycock of mine boy.' My hands were shaking. I had to read it again and again. Just three lines but the message of my dreams. My mind was spinning with thoughts about the upcoming weekend. Somehow I managed to go to sleep without touching my aching hard-on.
One moment later I was sitting in the bus on my way to the city, dressed in sneakers, shorts and t-shirt only, no socks and no underwear - as ordered. As soon as I got out of the bus a car pulled over right next to me. "Get your ass in the fucking car, boy!" I opened the door of the passenger seat and got in. There he was and he looked exactly the same like on the pic in his profile: grey beard and hair both very short, glasses and a nice big belly and a very stern look on his face. Straight after he pulled out onto the road he said: "Get that fucking boycock out, boy!" "Ah, sorry Sir?" WHACK! and he slapped me hard across my face and stopped the car. He grabbed my balls through my shorts and squeezed them very hard and said: "Never ever question an order boy, do you fucking understand, boy? Or get out of that fucking car, boy! Do you understand, boy?" "Ah, yes Sir, sorry Sir" was all I could say. "Then get that fucking cock out, NOW, boy!" I pulled my shorts down just
enough to get my semi hard cock out. "Play with it, boy. I wanna see it hard, boy, NOW!" It didn't take long and my cock was rock hard and dripping. "Good boy" he said as he begun to touch the top of my cock with his big, hairy fingers squeezing out more precum. "You like that you fucking cocksucker, don't you, boy? Open your fucking mouth, boy!" And he pushed his fingers, covered with my precum^?passed my lips. After I licked them clean I kept on sucking as if they were his cock. "Yeah boy, I knew you are a born cocksucker, boy. I fucking knew it!"
A few minutes later we arrived at his place. He locked the door behind me and said only one word: "Strip!" I hesitated just for one second but knowing better by now started to take off my shoes, t-shirt and finally my shorts. Standing naked in front of a fully dressed bear of a man. "Hands behind your back, boy!" came the next order. I did as told and could feel them being tied together. Then a blindfold covering my eyes. I could feel his breath in the back of my head as he begun to^?run his strong hands all over my body and pulled me closer to him. He twisted and pinched my nipples with both hands making me moan softly, first gentle then harder. His right hand continued to torture my nipples as his left made its way down to my still hard cock. He grabbed my cock and balls with his huge hand and pulled really hard sending an immense wave of pain right into my stomach. "Aaaahhhhhh!" He softened his grip a little bit and whispered in my ear: "Yes boy, scream. Scream as much
as you like, now you are mine and we are going to have a lot of fun this weekend! Right boy?" "Y yes Sir" was all I could manage to say. "Good boy!" he replied with a firm slap on my ass. "Now its time to check the cleanliness of my boy!" then I felt two fingers pressing against my lips. I opened my mouth and heard him say: "you better get them nice and wet boy, cause that?s the only lube you get!" I had to bend over and he entered my hole. "Fucking tight boyhole you got here, boy. Just the way^?I like it!" He said as he moved his fingers in and out slowly and^?stretching me gently. He entered the second finger and fingerfucked me for a few minutes, making me moan loudly. He withdrew them and brought them back to my lips. "Looks pretty clean, boy. You've done a good job, boy!" He pushed his fingers into my mouth, made me clean them from my assjuices and begun to explore my mouth and teeth. He pushed them down my throat making me choke. "Oh boy, you have to learn to take much
more than that, boy! And you will boy, don?t you worry! But first we have to shave^?all that hair off, boy, cause Daddy likes his boys nice and smooth."
He took the blindfold off and walked to a small table in the corner of the room. It took a few seconds for my eyes to get used to the light again. But I could see a collar with a leash in his hands as he came back to me. "On your knees, boy! I've got a present for you!" I went down on my knees and he hold the collar in front of me. "Kiss it, boy!^?That?s the^?only thing you are wearing for the rest of the weekend. So show some respect, boy! Kiss it, boy!^?NOW!" I had to lean forward and almost lost balance with my hand still tied together behind my back. I kissed the black leather before it got locked in place. He grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me^?between his legs. He rubbed my face in his crotch and I felt his huge semi hard cock through his pants. "Yeah boy, that?s all for you, boy! But first....." and he pulled harsh and fitfully on my leash and forced my to stand up again. "...... its time for some clean up, boy!" He led me into the bathroom where he started
to shave off all^?my body hair. First my arms and armpits, then my legs and finally all the hair around my cock and balls. He paid great attention and seemed to enjoy it too. After he finished he ordered me back on my knees again. Then he started on my head! I tried to protest but received a hard slap across my face. "What the fuck you think you're doing, boy? I cut your fucking hair if you like it or not! Now you better fucking behave yourself, boy,^?or I'll get the whip!" A tear run down my face as he begun to run the clipper over my head. He didn't shave my head completely though, just left a few stubbles.
After he had finished^?he forced me up to my feet again by pulling on the leash. I had to turn around a few times as he run his hand over my now very smooth body. He moaned in pleasure doing so, happy with the job I had done. I felt embarrassed and naked! I felt clean also, in a way I have never felt before! "Yes, that's the way I like my boys, smooth as on the day you were born. Now you look like the fucking boybitchslut you are, boy! Doesn't it feel good, boy? Answer me, boy!" "Ah, yes Sir" "Aren't you a fucking boybitchslut, boy?" "Yes Sir" "Yes what, boy?" "Yes I am a boybitchslut, Sir!" "Yeah, that?s right boy, you are a fucking boybitchslut, boy! And now its time for a shower, boy!" he said as he pushed me down onto my knees again and pulled out his huge, semihard uncut cock -^?it was the first time that I saw his beautiful manhood - and started to piss on me. First onto my chest, then down to my shaved cock and balls and back up in my face and on my head. The endless
stream of hot piss covered my whole body and dripped from my face. "Open your fucking mouth, boy!" I couldn't believe what happened but^?had no other choice than to open up. He pissed into my mouth and I tried to swallow as much as possible^?but started to choke as the strong, salty liquid run down^?my throat.^?I thought I had to throw^?up but^?he continued to piss all over my face and body. After he had finished he released my sore hand and gave me a towel. I barely finished to dry myself as he pulled on the leash again leading me out of the bathroom. He put the blindfold back on and led me into a different room. "On your knees, boy and take off my shoes!" I tried to feel for his shoes and took them off. "And now the socks, boy!" His socks felt very warm and smelt a little. Suddenly I felt something pressing against my lips. First I thought his fingers again but realized quickly they were his toes. I tried to get back but felt a harsh jerk on my neck. "What the fuck are you
trying to do, boy? Don't you like my feet, boy? Get your fucking tongue out and give them a nice wash! NOW, boy!" He pulled harsh on the leash again and kept me in place as he entered my mouth. Helpless, I started to suck on his big toe first, licked the sweaty area between his toes and worked my way to the little one before I run my tongue over the rest of his foot. As soon as I had finished I felt the sole of his foot in my face pressing me backwards^?then a jerk on the collar^?pulling me^?forwards again. He did that a few more times before^?I could feel his second foot^?making its way into my mouth. After I finished to kiss, lick and worship his feet I got pulled up to stand again. "Now, take my shirt off, boy!" I run my hands carefully over his big belly and chest in search for the buttons. I started on the top - feeling his hairy chest on the back of my hand.
To be continued?.
Sir, hope you enjoyed the first part!
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