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"naked, whore, daddy, fag slave - A Short Story"
Sometimes life can take a strange turn. Not in my wildest dreams would I ever have imagined the situation I find myself in now. For, you see, I am now a slave.
I retired from a brilliant career in IT at the young age of 55. I had taken good care of myself physically, so I looked good for my years. Relationships had eluded me over the years. I had a few boyfriends, but mostly I was a guy who never hooked up long with anyone. I didn't see the point. I was content in my life, with my job, with my friends, with myself.
It started when I added the hookup apps on my phone. Most of the hookup apps were mainly for younger guys, but I found one that featured guys of all ages. Innocently enough I got a text of admiration from a younger guy that I found incredibly attractive. He was in his early 40s with a bald head. A bald head equates to an immediate hard on in my book.
The conversation started out innocently enough. "Hey you hot daddy."
"You too buddy, fucking hot." I replied. He sent me some pics and I responded, "Oh man. Lick."
I then got bold and said, "I don't say this very often, I would be such a pig with you."
"What would you have in mind?"
"In this situation, I would be a big ole daddy bottom. I certainly would enjoy that cock down my throat in some serious worship." I continued.
"Good then I would fill and coat your mouth in my precum and cum; that cool?"
This is the moment everything changed because of my reply, "Yes Sir. I want your cum, Sir." Where did that come from?
"Seems I've made you into my bitch."
"Pretty much. Doesn't happen often. Usually more top these days; however, certain men do it for me and I am now your bitch, Sir." I responded. What was happening here? My heart was racing to the point it hurt.
"Damn right you are. How's that feel, fucker?"
"Sir, it makes me feel so good, so secure being your bitch like the daddy whore I am."
"Daddy whore needs to taste my ass, pits, feet, and balls."
"Yes Sir. I want to worship your body. Make love to your feet. Make your musty ass wet. Smell the sweat in your pits and balls." OMG, this is getting serious.
"I want you covered head to toe in my stink and scent."
"So much so that it never leaves my senses and I am always reminded of Sir." I have never talked like this in my life.
"Look at how fast I've turned the table and made you my slave."
"Yes, Sir. You are correct, Sir. You are always correct Sir. I am your slave, Sir." What was I thinking? This is crazy, but I couldn't stop.
"I need to whip and train your ass too."
"Yes, Sir. I want to obey and if the whip is appropriate so be it."
"Cat-of-nine-tails across your ass and back to just remind you who owns you."
"Yes, Sir. You own me, Sir. Thank you for taking the time with this lowly daddy pig boy."
"Does my hairy daddy boy crave abuse and use?"
"Yes, Sir. I will only submit to the best Sir. You are part of that rare breed of real men that I will give all for."
"Oh and what puts me in that category, fuck rag?"
"It is your presence Sir. I can tell you are a professional."
"I am fag. I don't allow a bitch to ever get the sense that they have choice. Only what I want matters."
"Yes, Sir. I understand Sir."
"You need a collar on you."
"Yes, Sir. I want to be shown who owns me, Sir."
There was a pause. I was so beside myself I couldn't think. It was late and I needed to get to bed. I was frightened at what was occurring in the conversation. I had reduced myself to scum in a matter of minutes. My heart was racing so fast I thought I could die any moment. I took the opportunity to pull myself slightly up and out of my predicament. Predicament, that's a laugh. It is a fucking Internet fantasy play. That's all it is, I told myself. I kept saying that to myself, but if felt so real to me. I finally got the courage to say:
"Sir, with regret I have to stop now. Please forgive such imprudence. I wish to respect you always, Sir."
"Even though I'm younger?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good cunt."
"Sir, I must stop now. This has been such a meaningful experience for me. I hope we can continue. Your loyal fuck rag daddy."
I clicked out of the app. I was breathing heavy and my cock was rock hard. I grabbed the most painful nipple clamps I have, fastened them to my Daddy tits, teeth piercing into my areolas, poured some lube over my cock and beat my meat while pulling on the clamps so hard my skin was three inches away from my body. I opened the app again to look at this hot Sir I was in lust over and scared of at the same time. I started growling to myself as I jacked.
"Yes Sir. Please Sir. Please let me be your bitch, Sir. Please let me serve you, Sir. I want to be with you Sir. I want to be your fag slave. I want you to treat me like dirt. I want you to abuse me. Hurt me. Rip my hole open with your superior cock. Please tie me up and whip my back and ass. Make me bleed. I am nothing. I am nobody. You are superior to me in every way. I need you so bad Sir. My pussy is hot for your man cock. My body will not survive without your baby juice filling my orifices. Fuck me Sir. Use me Sir. Beat me Sir. Oh God. Oh God. Please Sir. I will do anything to please you Sir. I am yours. Fuck me. Slap me. Hurt me. Am a worthless shit that is only good for service to you. Oh God, please Sir. Please Sir. I want to be your naked whore daddy fag slave. Oh God. I'm cumming Sir. I'm cumming. Haaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!"
I shot a huge load all up my chest and onto my face. I immediately took a picture of my juice to send to Sir. My nipples hurt so bad that when I took the clamps off there was blood. I torture my nips with every load, but never like this. I rolled over and went to sleep curled in a ball scared to death.
Next day I got a message from Sir. "I do like an eager horny fuck rag daddy to core out."
I was so freaked out by the event of the night before I couldn't respond. I was scared. Something had happened and I dared not take this any further. But, of course, eventually I would.
Two days later, I got another message from Sir. "Hey there. So want to shoot my load all over you about right now."
Fuck. What was I gonna do? I didn't respond again.
However, the next night, I sent the pic of the cum on my chest saying, "That would be glorious Sir. I would be so appreciative to have your man cream on my body. The pic is the result of our first conversation, Sir." No response, but I didn't care. I just want to show my naked body to him with cum all over it.
Next morning I awake to a message sound on my phone. "So you really did get off to our first talk."
"Yes Sir. Later looking at you shirtless and reading our conversation. Woof."
"Very hot. I'm turned on by the idea that I'm younger than you but you still obey and respect me."
"Yes, Sir. I'm here to obey. You are one of the rare breed that I will completely submit to."
"I expect it. Your loyalty and submission to me as your Master will define us as we continue communicating."
"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."
"Each time you shoot a load, I expect a pic of it."
I send another pic. "Yes Sir. A pic of me torturing my nips last night." Then I sent a picture of cum unloading out of my cock. "My load from last night."
"Are you into some pain?"
"Nip torture for sure, Sir. And probably more pain than I am willing to admit."
"It's my belief you would have a major experience getting my cat-o-nine-tails across your back and ass."
"Yes, Sir. I would be most appreciative to have such an experience with you. Oh Sir. I can just imagine how wonderful it would feel. I would be one lucky pig boy to have a beet red ass and back from your whims."
"Do you accept that I'm superior to you in every way?"
"Yes, Sir. You are one of the few that I can only be a lowly bitch to."
"Why me?"
"First it starts with your bald head. That is a major turn on. From there it is all about your energy. You have it. No question."
"I like it when a boy understands his inferiority to me."
"Yes, Sir. I am your lowly daddy fuck rag bitch slave whore. I submit utterly to you."
"Do I make you hard, cum rag?"
"The feelings going through me right now are so intense I can hardly breathe."
"Describe them ass wipe."
"I feel a complete loss of control of my normal self. I want to run out and go to the bookstore, strip naked and suck real man cock pretending that I am really submitting to you."
"Then do it, asshole. Give into the needs you have."
"It would be so degrading."
"You need to feel that."
"Perhaps you are correct Sir." The conversation ended there. I believe he knew I needed to process. I did. Later that evening I went to the bookstore. I wore clothes that could easily be taken off and put back on - shorts, no belt, no underwear, sandals, t-shirt. I left my id, wallet and keys in the car. There is a spare set hidden in the undercarriage. I took some cash, lube, and tit clamps. Before stepping out of the car, I breathed very heavy. This is my town. I run into people I know here all the time. What will than think if they see me naked in a booth? At this point, my care was abandoned.
I got out of the car and walked into the store. I said hi to the clerk who I knew; but wish I knew better. He's hot in a different sort of way. I walked straight to the booths in the back not looking at a soul standing around. I went into a booth, stepped inside not locking the door. I immediately pushed my shorts down and took them off. I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. I took my lube and tit clamps out of my pocket and put them on the seat for later. I got down on my knees using my sandals as kneepads. I simply waited.
We all know it doesn't take long in a bookstore. The first guy opened the door to the booth looking down at this pitiful slut with mouth open ready for cock. He was a taken aback, but walked in anyway, locked the door, pulled out his cock and stuck it in my waiting mouth. I sucked is man cock for a good five minutes. Then, I felt the widening girth of his tube, as it got ready to shoot warm white semen down my hard working throat. He barely uttered a sound as this jizm splattered on my tonsils. His cock got sensitive immediately and although, I tried to keep his hard muscle in my mouth, he pulled it out, stuck the still slightly throbbing knob back in his pants and walked, leaving me feeling empty and used.
I overheard him say to someone, "There's a naked guy in there wanting to suck your cock. Go for it."
Next!
They kept coming. I was there for several hours. I don't know how many I sucked. I stopped counting. Some shot on my face and I didn't wipe this jizz off. Several of the guys were people that I know around town. Some I did business with. They looked at me with disgust but that didn't keep them from taking advantage of an open hole willing to extract a load of man from them. This did not help my feelings, but I simply couldn't help myself. I wanted this humiliation. Sir had said to me that I needed it so I must follow his directions.
Finally, I couldn't take being on my knees any longer. I got up. I picked up the nipple clamps and lube. I attached one clamp to each nipple, put some lube on my cock and walked out into the hallway of the porn booths. I didn't even think. I did. I stood by the door to my booth, starting pulling on my nipple clamp chain and jacking my cock. Everybody turned to watch me. The security cameras were recording me. I didn't care. It didn't take long before I shot a huge load all over the floor. Some guys rubbed their crotches, but no one joined in.
After I regained some post-orgasm consciousness, I returned to the booth, locked the door in order to put my clothes back on, then walked out with wet and dried semen on my face. I kept my head low. I barely acknowledge the clerk as I exited the bookstore. I got my keys, got in, and started to cry. What had I done? I will be talked about by everyone. Everyone will know that I am a slut cocksucker. I, who had worked so hard on keeping a reputation, was going to be reduced to just another fag slut of this crummy town. Even though I was crying, I didn't wipe my face. I started the car and drove home.
"Hey slave Daddy."
"Hello Sir."
"How was your day, cum bucket?"
"I did as you instructed Sir. I went to the bookstore and sucked cock."
"Good boy. I'm glad to hear you obeying. This is a big step in us eventually meeting for me to do my work on you."
"Yes Sir."
"How did it make you feel?"
"It made me feel like the slut fag whore I so desperately want to be for you, Sir."
"Good fag."
"It is interesting that the majority of guys that think I'm hot on here so want me to dominate and fuck them, which I am willing to do. Then there is you, Sir, who I want to submit to completely.
"I am laying here naked in bed thinking about you. I finished my nightly reading of the authoritarian section on nifty.org. Naturally, I am thinking about experiences I would provide you with my daddy fuck rag body."
No response. Fuck. I hope I have not been too forward. I am the pig in this. I must wait for him more. Release my wishes and control. What the fuck is going on with me? I sent some more naked pictures of me and went to sleep.
Next day - "Fucking hot! You should always lick up your cum, fag."
Later that day I sent him a picture of my ass hole.
Sir response later with, "Daddy hole there is making my cock leak!"
"To be filled with your tool would be an honor, Sir."
"Yes it would be queer."
"Yes Sir."
"Look at dad's hungry hole. What do you need in it, fucker?"
"Your man cock, Sir."
"Wish I could fill your fag guts with my cum."
"My hope is to be worthy of receiving your baby makers up my gut, Sir."
"They'll mark you from the inside out."
"My fag daddy hole is wet for your entrance, Sir."
"What if some of my cum leaks out onto the floor?"
"I promise to preserve all of it, Sir. In my fag hole; however, if such an unfortunate incident were to occur I would lick every bit up.
"Fucking right. A bitch knows his place."
"Yes, Sir."
Another night, another cum shot pic, another response.
"Amazingly hot pic, pig daddy. You obey well and know your fag place."
"Yes, Sir. Thank you for acknowledging your fag, Sir."
"You're damn right cock sucking fag ought to thank me."
"Yes Sir. I promise to always thank and appreciate you, Sir. My mouth salivates for your cock, Sir."
"As it should, queer. A true slave craves everything of his master. I'm naturally superior to you, faggot."
"Yes Sir. I have no doubt that you are a man and I am just a lowly faggot pig that is available for his Master's whim."
I send several pics of my masturbating and pulling my nips with clamps. "Your whore is abusing his fag body tonight."
I hear nothing for several weeks. I begin to reassemble some dignity in my life. I hook up with several guys on the app that I dominate and fuck hard; almost to the point of overcompensation. I almost have Sir about of my head. Then:
"Fag."
"Yes, Sir."
"Are you ready to be my permanent slave?"
"What Sir?"
?I said, asshole, are you ready to be my permanent slave?"
"This is a big step Sir. We haven't even met."
"I don't give a fuck. Meet me at the restaurant at third and main - 7 PM Friday."
"Yes, Sir."
"And, boy, I expect a decision by the end of supper."
Wow. That fast. I couldn't think of anything else from then on. My life was turning upside down quickly with a feeling that this was the only path. It was as far as I was concerned. I took a big leap of faith.
I got to the restaurant early. The smell of delicious food was in the air. I was so nervous. Sir was on time. When I saw him walk into the restaurant my heart skipped a beat. I was in love. The hostess walked him to our table. I stood up and shook his hand.
"Hello Sir." I didn't even think about what the hostess might think of such a statement. I didn't care.
We sat. Sir spoke. "So boy. You've been thinking about becoming a permanent slave."
"Yes Sir."
"Then here is all the documentation for you to review. Here is the trust that is set up for you but I have complete control over it. You will not have any access to any of it unless I die or am incapacitated. Upon your signature, you will no longer have any rights, any money, any property. You will serve me faithfully. Should you ever request to no longer be my slave, I will drive you to a homeless shelter and leave you on the curb naked with no ID, no clothes, no money. You will have to start your entire life over again unless something happens to me, in which you will then get your assets back. Do you understand boy?"
"Yes Sir, I understand."
"Good then let's eat. This is your last supper."
We had a lovely meal. He was kind and gentle during the entire event. We left the restaurant, me picking up the tab, we got into his car, I took my clothes off, and I am now always naked except when I run errands or work outside on the house. The attorney met us at his home and I signed all the paperwork. I never saw my house again. I gave the attorney the keys and told him where all my important documents were to fill in the blanks of the trust. My house, furnishings, clothes, momentos, autos were all sold and the proceeds put in the trust. I was allowed to send notes to all my friends telling them what I had done and that I would not be seeing them again. My entire life became nothing but being devoted to Sir.
The first night Sir put a cream all over my body and I lost all my hair. After a few applications, it never comes back. I am even bald, which is not the best look for me. Sir had all my teeth pulled so I became a better cocksucker. I learned how to work my throat so that once he was in me, I could tighten around his man meat to make him feel hot. It is all about service to Sir. Sir worked my hole until my pussy could take his fist with abandon. Sir makes me work out a lot. I have never been in such great physical shape. He feeds me often so my muscles function well. He also put me on massive quantities of testosterone, so I am horny all the time. Sir ties me up for a couple of hours daily while my nipples are pumped. My areolas are huge now and very rough because he likes to hurt them with tit clamps that have teeth in them. No pussy rubber clamps for my nips.
It has been five years now since this all came down. I have no regrets. I love Sir from the bottom of my heart. I think he may even like me. When we have parties, I am the naked servant. When he has friends over, I am their bitch too.
I'm sure a few readers are thinking, "Boy, did he take a chance. What if the guy had turned out to be an asshole?" My answer to that is simple. I figured that if I didn't take this path, it would haunt me forever. I might become so obsessed over being a naked, whore, daddy, fag slave for someone else that I would end up getting myself into real trouble. This way, at least it was all in writing and legal. If I didn't like it, the agreement said Sir would take me to a homeless shelter and I would have to start over. I have never been scared of starting over. Besides, I got a hot Sir, who is close to 15 years younger than me. Sir found me attractive at 55 and still does at 60. A relationship had passed me for 55 years. I'm not saying this is the best five years of my life, but I will say at least I have had a relationship that I am happy with.
It is one of those stories where you say, 'If someone told me that this is what I would be doing at 60 years old, a naked, whore, daddy, fag slave; I would have laughed in their face.' That is what I am, though; a naked, whore, daddy, fag slave and I am content.
The End
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