Be Good For Daddy

NSFW! 18+ only! Blog dedicated to instructing boys on their duty to serve men. Blog will be filled with hot older men, hot guys in their underwear, sock worship/fetish and gay bondage/bdsm. All of this is fantasy for pleasure.

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Lessons (hit expand to read full story)

Hank and Brody were two college roomies in their final year of college. They had been friends for years and tended to follow each other on wild adventures, mostly of the stupid straight boy kind. But this one that they were currently driving to in Brody’s car was a new one. Brody had heard of this hot woman who lived in a house by the water that taught college boys how to fuck for hours. There were legends about it all over campus, and some boys who swore that they had been through her training, despite the probability that they were most likely lying to seem cool. But somehow Brody had gotten an address and scheduled a meeting with her, and now they were on their way. Not that Brody or Hank needed lessons in fucking, no way. They both agreed that this was just hot. They had complete confidence in their sexual abilities. Brody could barely contain his excitement as the car finally pulled up to the woman’s house. Hank on the other hand was starting to feel a bit nervous. There were two big burly men sitting outside the house and they looked massive compared to the college boys. Were they guards? Who exactly was this woman? 

Hank and Brody got out of the car approached the house. 

“Hi we’re here for the lessons” said Brody, the boy’s cocky attitude finally breaking a little bit in the presence of these two men. Both men looked up at the boys. One of them introduced himself as Mr. M, a short bald bear of a man with a beard and biker jacket. The other one was Mr. K, a tall muscular man with long wavy hair that went down to his shoulders and cowboy boots. The two men checked the boy’s IDs and let them into the house.  They stepped into a bare living room with a sofa on one wall and a fireplace on the other, besides that the only other object in the room was a table near the door with two pairs of Hanes tighty whities and low cut white socks. 

“Alright boys, before Mistress Pauline comes out, we need to do some stuff. First off, all wallets and phones, etc. Out of your pockets and come to me. Don’t worry you’ll get them back” said Mr. M. 

The boys gave over what was requested, though Hank’s hand was slightly shaking. He didn’t want to give up his phone. 

“Is she really as hot as they say?” blurted out Brody with a grin. Mr. M stared at the boy and laughed a little.  “Next step is that you strip. All clothes off” said Mr. K. 

“Woah I’m sorry, but ....like in front of you guys? I don’t....that’s weird” said Hank.  “Hank, don’t be such a shit. They obviously have to check us before we go in with her, make sure we look good and shit, right? No problem with me as long as I get the pussy” 

“Brody I think I don’t want to - “ 

“Boys this isn’t a conversation. Either you follow the rules or you leave, understood?” said Mr. K. 

Brody quickly pulled off both of his sneakers, threw off his t shirt and let his jeans fall to the ground. Now standing in just his plaid boxers and long white socks, he quickly slid out of those too, until he was butt naked. Hank barely had time to blink. He had seen his friend naked before, but in this context it felt like some violation. 

“Hank get your fuckin’ clothes off!” shouted Brody. “I’m not missing this because of you” 

Hank took his sweater off, kicked off his converse and slid out of his jeans as well. He wore boxer briefs and black low cut socks. With a groan, he pulled those off too. Both boys now standing completely naked in front of the men. They both had athletic bodies, Brody being taller than Hank. Brody’s ass was rounder, but Hank’s cock was bigger. Hank had body hair, while Brody did not. And Brody’s balls tended to hang low. The men looked them up and down. 

“You showered before you came?” asked Mr. M. 

“Yes sir, just as instructed” said Brody. 

“Good boys’ smiled Mr. K in a way that made Brody shiver a little. Hank noticed that. Mr. M moved over to the table and threw the pairs of tighty whities and low cut white socks to the boys. 

“Get dressed” 

“She wants us to wear this?” asked Hank. 

“Yes, now get dressed” 

Both boys put on the tighty whities and low cut white socks. Hank was relieved to not be completely naked anymore, though his large cock was now squished to the side in the briefs. Brody couldn’t remember the last time he wore briefs and they made him feel slightly vulnerable and boy-ish. Mr. K gathered up their old clothes and possessions, taking them away into another room, his cowboy boots smacking against the wooden floors of the house.  “Okay now stand next to each other facing the sofa. Hands held behind your backs, chests out, legs spread a little wide”

The boys did as they were told. 

“All good” said Mr. M. “I’ll go get Mistress Pauline” 

For a moment that seemed to stretch forever, the boys were left alone in the room. Standing in their new tighty whities and white socks, hands behind them, legs wide....they didn’t say a word. Their hearts were beating out of their chests in anticipation. Brody had a boner that was already stretching against the fabric of the briefs. Hank suddenly felt cold in the room and desperately wished to get dressed again, the briefs seemingly becoming more uncomfortable for his big cock by the moment.  And then....high heels on the wooden floor. Mistress Pauline stepped into the room. A woman of forty, with black hair, a firm body and dressed in a red bra/panties/heels. Hank suddenly relaxed a little, knowing now that there was actually a real woman that they were meeting. Brody had a huge smile on his face. Mistress Pauline sat on the sofa in front of the two boys. Mr. M and Mr. K reappeared standing nearby. 

“Well well, hello boys” said the Mistress.  “Hello Mistress Pauline” both boys responded. 

“I like what I see. So you’re here for a lesson with me, huh? Good. Now let’s get some questions out of the way and then we’ll take you into my bedroom. Ok?” 

“Fuck yes!” shouted Brody. 

Mistress Pauline slowly got up from the sofa and moved to Brody, she reached down and began to slowly massage Brody’s boner through the briefs, even cupping the boy’s balls too. Brody’s breath grew sharp as the woman’s touch made him get even harder. 

“Yeah baby, you like touching that?” asked Brody. 

“Silence. You don’t speak unless spoken to, understood?” 

“Yes miss” 

“What’s your name? Age?”  “Ummmm” 

“Ummm?’ 

“Sorry I’m just.....you caressing me down there is really....” 

“I don’t care if your cock is distracting, I”m not gonna stop touching it. So you better answer me” 

“I’m Brody. I’m 20″ Brody managed to get out, a slight moan coming out of his mouth. His hands, still clasped behind him, shaking from the urge to touch her. Hank watched as the Mistress continued interrogating Brody, never taking her hand off Brody’s crotch. He found himself suddenly getting turned on, his face getting flushed with anticipation. This would be fun or at least a hell of a story to tell! His cock was starting to throb in the briefs, pushing the fabric forward. Suddenly his chin was grabbed and his head pulled away from gazing at Brody/Mistress Pauline. 

“Face forward, boy.” said Mr. M, releasing the boy’s face. Hank nodded and stared forward at the wall in front of him as Brody’s interrogation went on. 

“I probably....ugh....jerk off twice a day. I think I’ve fucked five girls by now. I like breasts the most. Oh fuck I think pre-cum is coming out of me. I ugh I think the hottest part of me is my abs. And I prefer boxers because they let me feel free. My hottest memory of fucking is when this girl swalloweed......ughhhhhhh fuck. When this girl swallowed my load while she.....”  

“Finish the story” said Mistress Paulline as she continued stroking the boy through the briefs. 

“When this girl swallowed my load while she blew me in the school parking lot and I called her a whore as she did it” 

Mistress Pauline let go of Brody’s cock and Brody let out a “UGH!”, his hard cock suddenly left to just sit there as pre-cum stained the briefs. It drove Brody wild in frustration, sweat pouring down his face. Brody couldn’t take it, he reached for his cock and went to go stroke it. 

“Mr. K please ensure that this boy doesn’t touch his cock” 

Brody’s hands were quickly bound by rope and the boy whimpered, staring down at his cock. Mistress Pauline turned to Hank and Hank felt his mouth watering. 

“Well we have a big boy down here” said Mistress Pauline as she began to slowly caress Hank’s large cock that stretched out onto his hip in the briefs. 

“Thank you Mistress” 

“Silence” Mistress Pauline began her questioning, continuing to tease Hank’s cock. Hank answered more directly than Brody, taking a deep breath to calm himself as his cock twitched from her touch and his balls grew tight. 

“I’m Hank. I”m 19. I jerk off three times a week.  I’ve fucked two girls by now. I like a woman’s legs the most. I think the hottest part of me is my cock. I prefer boxer briefs because they hold everything together, but give me some room. My hottest memory of sex is when I came on this girl’s tits” 

Mistress Pauline didn’t let go of Hank’s cock after the questions though, she kept caressing and caressing, until Hank was shaking. And then she let go. 

“Please bound his hands” 

Hank’s hands were tied behind him as well. Both boys sweating, their cocks still rock hard  in the briefs and begging to be fully milked. Their breath heavy. Their legs shaking. Mistress Pauline sat back down on the sofa. 

“Well...that was very enlightening and it let me learn who we’re dealing with. Which one do you want Mr. M?” 

“I want Hank” 

“Whaat?” said Hank. 

“Well that leaves Brody to you, Mr. K” 

“I’m fine with that’ smiled Mr. K. 

“Woah woah what the fuck is going on?” cried Brody. In his confusion, he was suddenly trying to undo the ropes on his wrists and found that they tightened the more he struggled. Hank stared at the two men in the room and suddenly felt panic fill him too. Something was suddenly very wrong. They had gone from feeling a ton of pleasure and anticipation to something.....terrifying.  “Boys, let me explain. So you came here because you heard that I teach you how to fuck for hours on end, yes? And you assumed that I’d be teaching you to fuck me. Well, I’m sorry, but that’s not the case. You see, I teach naughty straight boys like you how to please....men. And In fact tonight, my good friends Mr. M and Mr. K, have been looking for some new personal sex slaves. So we’re going to not only teach you how to please men, but how to be good slaves for your new owners” 

“FUCK YOU!” snapped Brody. 

“This is ridiculous, this is crazy! What the fuck?!” cried Hank. Hank ran for the door only to be pulled back by his hair by Mr. M. 

Brody was already struggling in the arms of Mr. K. The man hand gagging Brody. Hank was soon hand gagged as well, as the two boys were led into a bedroom. 

“Just think boys” said Mistress Pauline as the men forced chloroform rags to both Hank and Brody, causing the boys to pass out.  “What fun we will have disciplining you”

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Hank woke up hogtied on a fur carpet, still dressed in tighty whities and low cut white socks. His mouth was filled with a cloth gag, tied tight at the back of his head. He struggled on the floor, his big cock rubbing against the carpet and getting hard again, despite him feeling anything but turned on. He looked around the room, as he struggled and saw Mr. M sitting nearby, his big bear belly sticking out of his t shirt/leather jacket ensemble. Mr. M smiled down at the boy through his beard, and cupped his own crotch, Hank could see the man’s boner pressing against his denim jeans. 

“AHHH!” 

Hank could hear a cry from another room next to them, followed by what sounded like ....the crack of a whip?! Wait, where was Brody? Was that Brody? 

“Ah you’re awake, good. Yeah you hear those cries big boy? Your friend Brody was fighting us a lot, so Mr. K thought he needed a nice whipping. They’ve been going on for a while now. Mistress Pauline will join us once they take a break, she likes to watch” 

“MMMPHPPH!” cried Hank, struggling more wildly now, continuing to hear Brody whipped from the other room. 

“Unlike Mr. K, who cannot stand struggling. I like it. I like that you struggle and moan into that gag, it turns me on. How’s the hogtie? Is it tight? I made sure to tie you really tight” 

Indeed it was a tight hogtie, with Hank’s wrists pulled back towards his ankles by rope, forcing his shoulders back. His ankles were tied together and had a rope secured all the way to a collar (holy shit he had a leather collar on his neck?!) on him, so that his feet were pulled almost towards his head. In realizing this, his body seemed suddenly to wake up and all of Hank felt like it was on fire with pain. 

“Yeah it’s painful, right? Good. You deserve that, you naughty teenage slut. You know, I have to wait for Mistress Pauline to really start your training. But I can’t quite resist a little taste of you before that” 

Mr. M got down on the floor besides the hogtied Hank and grabbed the boy’s ankles, Hank’s white socked feet flapping in the air. 

“Your feet look so beautiful in white socks, my slave” 

“MMMMPHH!!” 

Mr. M ran a finger down one of Hank’s soles, playing with the sock fabric as the foot continued to wiggle wildly in the air. Mr. M suddenly grabbed the foot firmly like it was a wild tiny beast, to restrain it, and took a big sniff of Hank’s socks. The man gave a big sigh at the smell. And then he moved to the other foot and did the same thing, continuing to smell Hank’s socked feet....and then to Hank’s horror, the man began mouthing Hank’s feet. Sticking the socked toes into his mouth and moaning. Hank screamed into his gag, but he could barely move. And then the tickling began, Mr. M’s hands slowly caressing each socked foot slowly and then with increasing speed, until the boy was being fully tickled. Hank couldn’t stand to be tickled and bucked wildly, which only encouraged Mr. M further.  

“Mr. M!” said Mistress Pauline as she opened the door to the bedroom. “You know the rules, I get the boys here, I get to watch and oversee their training. You started without me” 

Mr. M scurried back to his chair, breathing heavily. Pre-cum staining his jeans. 

“I”m sorry Mistress Pauline. I couldn’t resist any longer” 

“Hi Hank” said Mistress Pauline as she pulled the boy’s head back by the hair.  “MMMMPH!!” 

“I know, it’s all very overwhelming. Mr. M where should we begin with this boy?” 

“I want that big cock of his milked. I’m gonna milk him every morning, so he should get used to that. Teenage slut!” Mr. M spat and the spit landed right in Hank’s face, dripping down. Mistress Pauline rolled Hank over onto his back, causing Hank to groan, his arms getting squished by the rest of his hogtied body, his head barely able to lay flat due to the collar. His cock was still too big for the briefs he’d been dressed in, and struggling on his stomach had caused his cock head to peak out of one of the brief’s leg holes. Mistress Pauline leaned down and kissed it, pushing it back into the briefs. 

“Aww it’s gotten a bit soft since I last saw it” said Mistress Pauline. “Can I start him off, Mr. M?”

“Yes, I want him teased by a woman, only to have that taken away and replaced by me” said Mr. M, still breathing hard and starting to cup his crotch. Hank stared up at the man, his sight upside down due to the position of his head and pleaded through his gag, but it was nothing but “MMMMPH!!” 

Mistress Pauline’s hands caressed Hank’s chest, moving through his chest hair and then squeezed both of his nipples. Hank cried out in pain. Mistress Pauline then began to suck one of his nipples, her tongue rolling around it. Fuck, how did she know that his nipples were almost hot wired to his cock?! He was indeed getting hard. Suddenly Mr. M came forward and began sucking Hank’s other nipple!!!! GET OFF ME YOU FUCK!, Hank tried to scream. Both the Mistress and Mr. M were now caressing his cock and balls through the briefs too, two mouths on his nipples, two hands on his crotch. Hank couldn’t believe it. Eventually Mistress Pauline sat in the chair that Mr. M had been in and began to watch as Mr. M took full control, doing a long lick of Hank’s abs. 

“I have a special new toy to put on you” said Mr. M as he brought out a cock ring. Hank shook his head wildly, but Mr. M reached into the briefs, took hold of the boy’s massive cock and fitted it with the cock ring. “That will ensure that you stay hard for me, slut” 

Mr. M reached into the briefs fly and took out Hank’s cock, began stroking it. Hank shut his eyes tight. This isn’t happening, this isn’t happening! He is not being jerked off by a man! FUCK! Mr. M’s thick hand moved up and down the boy’s cock slowly, squeezing it at the head. 

“OPEN YOUR EYES!” snapped Mistress Pauline. Hank did as he was told, catching sight of Mistress Pauline rubbing her pussy while watching Mr. M. 

“Such a big cock for a teenager. At nineteen, you should be able to provide me so much yummy cum. This is your duty. To please me, boy” said Mr. M, increasing his strokes. 

“PLEASE STOP!” cried Hank. 

“You like this, slut. I can feel you getting harder” said Mr. M, increasing his strokes. And indeed, Hank was getting harder and did feel an orgasm coming on. He would not cum for these two psychos, he wouldn’t do it. He would not! Damn Brody for getting him into this! DAMN THAT STUPID JOCK! 

“UGHHHH!” Suddenly to Hank’s surprise, he came in a full burst. Mr. M quickly sucked the boy’s cock, enveloping it in his warm mouth and making the boy cum more. He shot down the man’s throat as Mr. M’s tongue continued to circle Hank’s cock head. Hank screaming into the gag from the force of the orgasm. Mr. M continued to suck the boy even after all the cum was gone, causing Hank to squirm....his big cock so sensitive. 

Mistress Pauline got down from the chair and petted Hank’s head. 

“Ugh that tasted amazing. I want more” said Mr. M. 

Hank shook his head, he couldn’t imagine producing more cum after that. He was spent. 

“You don’t refuse your owner, Hank” said Mistress Pauline as she wagged a finger in Hank’s face. “Bad boy” 

Hank whimpered as Mr. M began stroking him again....

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“Have you had enough, my pet?” asked Mr. K. 

Drool dripped from Brody’s lips onto his abs. His arms were pulled high above him, pushing him onto his tip toes, his wrists in thick padded leather cuffs. His body was still clad in tighty whities and low cut white socks. His mouth was gagged with a large red ball gag. His ankles were set in a metal spreader bar, forcing his legs wide. Sweat dripped down from his body and his back was now bright red from the large black whip that Mr. K still held in his hands. He’d been like this ever since he’d woken up from the chloroform, and for what seemed like forever....he had been whipped by Mr. K with Mistress Pauline watching. 

“Just...stop...I’ll be ....good” said Brody through the ball gag. At this point, he didn’t care. He didn’t care what happened as long as that whip didn’t come down on him again. 

“Good pet” said Mr. K. 

Brody was lowered onto the ground, his cuffs released from the chains in the ceiling and the spreader bar taken from his ankles. Brody curled into a fetal position, as Mr. K put padded leather cuffs on the boy’s ankles. 

“To match the pretty ones on your wrists, pet. Now on all fours” 

Brody obeyed, though his body felt like it was sore all over. Mr. K took a seat in front of the boy. 

“MMMMMPPH!” sounded from the room next door. Hank. It must be Hank. God, if they did this to me, what were they doing to Hank? Brody felt so much shame in having brought his friend into this. But how was he to know?! He had just wanted pussy and now he didn’t know if he’d ever have pussy again. Or freedom. Or anything but....his owner....

Mr. K undid the gag and Brody spat out so much spit onto the floor. Mr. K suddenly grabbed the jock by his hair and pulled his head back. 

“If your mouth becomes unruly, this gag goes back in, understood?” 

“Yeah...”

Mr. K slapped Brody hard. 

“Yes, sir” 

“Yes, sir” repeated Brody. 

“Good, now lick my boots” said Mr. K, presenting his cowboy boots forward. Brody felt humiliation rise up from his gut, but he leaned down and began to place small licks on the man’s cowboy boots from the tip to the top of them. It tasted like leather. 

“Longer licks, my pet. One long lick from bottom to top. And look at me when you do it” 

Brody whimpered, but did as he was told. One long lick, over and over again, keeping eye contact with Mr. K. 

“And arch your back, I want that big muscled ass of yours in the air” 

Brody made the correction, lifting his ass in air, despite being even more humiliated by the action. If I ever got out of this, I will beat the shit out of you, thought Brody. Mr. K took off one of his boots and stuck his socked foot between Brody’s legs, moving it back and forth against Brody’s low hanging balls in the briefs. Brody stopped licking.  “As Mistress Pauline said, just because we play with your crotch doesn’t give you the excuse to neglect your duties. Keep licking!” 

Brody kept licking the other boot as Mr. K continued sliding his foot against the boy’s balls, back and forth. Back and forth. Brody couldn’t believe it, but despite this bastard being the one doing it, the movement was driving him mad with desire. He could feel his cock betraying him, the movement of Mr. K’s foot against his crotch causing him to get hard. Damn body. Don’t you get hard for this sick freak! 

“That’s enough, now... put your head here” Mr. K opened his legs wide and patted his crotch. 

Brody snapped and ran for the door, pushing his tired body to move as quick as it could. The white socks that he was dressed in though skidded across the slick floor and he fell, mere inches from the door. 

“HELP! PLEASE HELP US!” screamed Brody. 

“Oh Brody, just when I thought we were getting somewhere” sighed Mr. K, as he put his other boot back on. “I think Mistress Pauline is busy overseeing your buddy’s training, but she trusts me a bit more to do what needs to be done. We don’t have to wait for her’ 

Mr. K slowly walked across the room towards the 20 year old, his cowboy boots echoing on the floor as Brody reached for the door in a panic. His hand was quickly put down by one of Mr. K’s boots stepping on it. Brody cringed. 

“It’s okay, my pet, we just gotta get you a bit more secured” 

“No no no, please!” 

“I can’t trust you like I thought...”

Mr. K descended on the boy and tied both of Brody’s wrist cuffs together with rope, tying the boy’s hands behind him. The man then used rope on Brody’s ankle cuffs, pulling the boy’s socked feet together. Brody struggled on the floor like a wiggling worm, still in clad in tight whities that cupped his ass beautifully and low cut white socks that looked puffy and sweaty on his big feet. Mr. K grabbed the boy by the ankles and dragged him back towards the center of the room. He then scooped the boy up into his arms and sat back down in his chair. Brody sobbed in frustration. The straight boy couldn’t believe he was letting this man see him cry, but he couldn’t help it. Mr. K wiped away the boy’s tears and lifted up a new gag with a rubber ring in the middle of it. 

“No please please....”

“Shhh you have to be gagged now...you’ve lost speaking privileges...and this will help with the training that I wanted to begin, before you became so restless. Now open up” 

Mr. K squeezed the boy’s balls forcing Brody to open his mouth, as the O ring gag was placed in and secured tight behind his head. Now the boy could no longer close his mouth. Mr. K threw Brody onto his stomach, over the man’s knees and began caressing Brody’s muscular ass, created from the boy’s many squats at the college gym. 

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Mr. K breathed heavy (hugely turned on) as he watched Brody cry out from the spanks. The boy’s socked feet kicking back and forth in the air, his head pulled tight back by Mr. K’s other hand holding a fistful of Brody’s hair. The boy’s tongue stuck out of the O ring gag with each cry. Mr. K slipped his hand beneath the waistband of the briefs and felt Brody’s ass, hot from the spankings, his hand moving towards Brody’s anus. NOT MY ASS! NOT MY ASS! the boy screamed through the gag. 

“I will have this ass, and there is nothing you can do about it” whispered Mr. K into the jock’s ear before pushing him onto the floor. Mr. K undid his jeans and brought out his own cock, now rock hard from all the discipline he’d been giving out. It was a miracle he hadn’t cum in his pants while whipping the boy earlier. He took Brody by the head and forced the struggling boy’s mouth onto the cock. Mr. K stood up, his jeans falling to his ankles, and began face fucking Brody. Tied up on hands and knees, and with the man’s huge hands gripping his face and an O ring gag keeping his mouth open, Brody could do little but gag on the cock. 

“Don’t struggle, my pet! Stop struggling or I’ll get the whip again. Take the cock! Take it all the way down. Yeah keep gagging on it, slut. You will serve this cock every day from now on. You love my cock, boy?! YOU LOVE MY COCK?!” 

Mr. K pulled his cock out of the boy’s mouth. 

“Say you love my cock!” 

Brody was so stunned that he couldn’t do anything. He was slapped in the face by Mr. K’s cock and then it was shoved down his throat again, the boy’s nose buried in Mr. K’s pubic hair, the man’s balls bouncing on the college boy’s chin. 

“So warm, so tight! Ugh you’re gonna make me cum! You ready?! YOU FUCKIN’ READY?! GONNA CUM IN THAT COLLEGE JOCK MOUTH!”

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Hank had passed out at some point after being endlessly milked (or at least that’s what it felt like to the nineteen year old). When he woke back up again he was tied spread eagle to a bed, on his stomach and the tighty whities were gone. The only piece of clothing still on him being the low cut white socks. A blindfold had been placed over his eyes and......oh holy shit....that fucker had placed a butt plug in his ass! WHAT THE FUCK?! 

“Take it out! Oh my god it’s huge, please take it out!” cried Hank. 

“Shhh be a good boy and lick” Mistress Pauline suddenly sat in front of Hank’s face without panties on and shoved his face into her pussy. She humped the boy’s face with her pussy as Mr. M quickly took out the butt plug. Usually a woman shoving her pussy in his face would’ve made Hank wild, but he pulled at his restraints on the bed fearing what would come next. His ass felt loose and open without the butt plug. Mr. M spanked him hard. 

“LICK HER, boy! Or I will put a clamp on your cock head” 

Hank obeyed and began to lick Mistress Pauline’s pussy, his big cock becoming instantly hard at the taste of it that he had longed for hours ago....you know, before he had been made into a sex slave for a man. 

“Come here, Brody”

“MMMPH!”

“BRODY!” screamed Hank, pushing his head up out of Mistress Pauline’s crotch, but the blindfold blocked any view of his friend and the woman pushed his head back down. 

“It’s okay, my pet. Come here, we’ll get you set up” said Mr. K, leading Brody in on a leash. The boy’s head was covered with a rubber hood, with an opening for the mouth, Brody’s mouth still held open by an O ring gag. His arms still tied behind him, but his ankles were free. His briefs were off as well, with a vibrating cock ring placed at the base of his cock, making it hard. Brody’s only clothing, just like Hank were the low cut white socks. 

“Lay down over your friend” 

Hank’s panic rose....no, no they weren’t going to.....they couldn’t be that sick.... “I can’t wait to watch this” said Mistress Pauline continuing to hold Hank’s head to her pussy. 

Mr. M and Mr. K forced Brody to lay down over his friend and then, placed Brody’s cock right into Hank’s asshole. 

“Fuck him, Brody’

To Hank’s horror, Brody did begin to pump into Hank, fucking his college buddy with fury. 

“You see Hank, Brody’s mind is now broken. He’s a good boy and you will be too after this”

Mr. K grabbed Brody’s ass and entered the boy. Mr. M stood in front of Brody and began face fucking him. 

So, it was a sight. Hank tied spread eagle with Mistress Pauline fucking his face. Brody fucking Hank’s ass, Mr. K fucking Brody at the same time and Mr. M pumping into Brody’s mouth...at the same time. 

And then it switched. Hank being fucked by Mr. M, the man’s massive beer belly crushing him.  Mistress Pauline whipping Hank’s socked feet with a riding crop, while nearby Mr. K sucked Hank’s ass as the boy obediently stayed on hands and knees.  And then it switched again. Mr. K fucking Hank’s mouth with the aid of another O ring gag. Mistress Pauline fucking Brody’s cock with her pussy. And Mr. M licking Hank’s hole. 

And then it switched again and again and again....different positions, ties, partners, until one couldn’t tell whose body part was which. 

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“Thank you Mistress Pauline” said Mr. K. “you really got two great ones this time, we really appreciate it and especially appreciate the help in training” 

“We really appreciate it” said Mr. M. The three of them were standing on Mistress Pauline’s porch, all dressed again after what could only be described as an all out orgy. 

“Well I’m glad we have now put these straight boys to good use. I hope you two are happy with your boys” said Mistrees Pauline before waving goodbye and closing her door. 

In the back seat of Mr. M’s truck lay Hank, bathed after the orgy, and placed in a new pair of briefs and white socks, this time with socks that went up to the boy’s thighs. And briefs that were even tighter on his massive cock. He was hogtied again and ball gagged. 

In the back seat of Mr. K’s chevy lay Brody, bathed after the orgy and secured in a rubber sleep sack up to his neck. His mouth gagged with a panel gag. Inside the sleep sack a new pair of briefs and white socks adorned his body. 

And as the men got into their respective cars and began to drive off, both boys snapped out of whatever slave mind they had developed at that point, and tried one last struggle. 

Mr. M smiled at Hank struggling and reached back to tickle the boy’s socked feet with his free hand. 

M. K reached back and petted Brody’s head like he was calming a dog. 

And the two boys lay there in the back seat of their new owner’s cars, moaning into their gags, as they were taken to their new homes. 

[boydaddy52]

Proper Attire

“AHH What the fuck?! STOP!” cried college football jock Rick. The 21 year old stood on his tip toes, the leather cuffs on his wrists stretching his body upward. His balance compromised even more by the metal spreader bar that spread his ankles wide. The man in the sunglasses, his captor, felt up the large whip that he’d been using on the boy and then sent it lashing out again against Rick’s wash board abs and thick muscles. 

“NOOO AHHH! FUCK YOU!” 

The whip came down again. Then the man in the sunglasses walked forward and cupped Rick’s crotch through the white briefs he currently wore. The hand moving up and down, pressing the soft cotton fabric against Rick’s large cock and balls that were contained by the briefs into a nice package. 

“Stop touching me! Stop touching my cock! Get your hands off my cock!!!” 

The whip came down again and sweat dripped off Rick’s big body. His muscles shaking. Rick was whimpering suddenly, his body straining from the position and the whip marks. 

“What....what do you want?” 

The man in the sunglasses came forward again and held Rick’s chin in his hands. 

“I want you to admit that you are a naughty boy for wearing boxers. And that boys belong in tighty whities” 

“What?” 

The whip came down again. 

“Say it” 

“.....I don’t understand” 

“When I captured you from your dorm, you dumb straight jock...what were you wearing? A t shirt, a nice comfy pair of sweatpants with your college sports logo on it, sneakers, some long black nike socks. Andddd those red boxers. Boxers anger me on boys. You see, your proper attire should be tighty whities. And some white socks too, if I want that. But most importantly tighty whities. That is the only thing a boy like you should wear. Because your true purpose, boy, is to sexually serve men like me. And tighty whities keep you feeling vulnerable, boyish and let me see that nice package that I get to play with. I knew you were a bad boy. All straight jocks are. But imagine my surprise when I stripped off your clothes and saw those boxers... BAD. BAD. BOY’’

On each word “BAD. BAD. BOY”, the man in the sunglasses whipped Rick hard. Rick didn’t understand what was going on...

“You’re insane” cried Rick through the pain. 

“But don’t worry, I made sure to quickly get rid of those boxers and dress you properly. Get you properly attired. How do those tighty whities feel?” 

“Let me go....please let me go” 

“Do you want more of the whip?”

“No...”

“Then answer my question. How do the tighty whities feel?” 

“My cock is too big for them, that’s why I wear boxers. I don’t like how stuffed everything feels” 

“Wrong answer” 

The man with the sunglasses grabbed Rick’s crotch and squeezed. 

“FUCK!” 

“Say “they feel good, sir”

“THEY FEEL GOOD SIR!”

The man with the sunglasses released Rick’s crotch and the boy breathed hard, trying to catch his breath. 

“Hmm I think you do need some white socks to go with this outfit” The man with the sunglasses reached into a back pocket of his pants and pulled out a pair of long calf length white socks. He held them up to Rick’s face. 

“Your feet will look so pretty in these. Give them a sniff” The man with the sunglasses pressed the socks to Rick’s face as the boy struggled. He laughed and then put the socks on Rick’s feet, bunching them up where they met the cuff on each ankle. The man with the sunglasses felt up Rick’s socked feet causing the boy to cringe. 

“Please don’t....please” 

“Oh someone is ticklish down here. We’ll have fun with that. Ah yes now you look so fucking hot. I will keep you in tighty whities and white socks every day now, dress that muscled body in a new pair whenever I want.” 

The man with the sunglasses stood in front of Rick and took out his own cock. Rick shut his eyes. 

“Look at me, boy!” 

Rick opened his eyes as the man with the sunglasses began jerking off furiously, gazing at Rick’s sweaty whipped muscled hunk of a body. 

“Say “I’m a naughty boy for wearing boxers. Boys belong in tighty whities...and white socks” 

“Fuck you dude! FUCK THIS ! FUCK!” Rick began struggling, but the cuffs above him and the spreader bar on his ankles would not let him go. He was trapped. A true play thing for this man, who was now jerking off to the boy’s struggles. 

“Say “I’m a naughty boy for wearing boxers. Boys belong in tighty whities and white socks”. SAY IT!” 

The whip came down again. Rick cried out, starting to cry. The man with the sunglasses was hard as a rock as he stroked it in front of the boy. He smiled at Rick’s struggling and whimpering. 

“SAY IT!” 

“I’m a ....naughty boy....”

“Why?” 

“For wearing boxers. Boys belong...”

“Louder!” 

“BOYS BELONG IN TIGHTY WHITIES AND WHITE SOCKS!” shouted Rick. And then the man in the sunglasses came in a huge burst, the cum shooting across the room and hitting Rick right on his big pecs. The 21 year straight boy screamed in disgust. The man in the sunglasses then scooped up the cum and shoved his hand deep into the boy’s mouth, pushing his hand in and out, forcing Rick to swallow the cum. 

“Get used to all of this boy, you’re mine now. You’ll be tasting my cum every day” 

Rick sobbed as the hand continued to push into his mouth. A few minutes later, he was let down from his cuffs and released from the spreader bar, the boy too tired to fight. Rick collapsed on the floor in a fetal position as the man in the sun glasses put a huge metal collar on the boy and attached it to a leash. 

“Come now boy, I think you deserve a nice rest” 

“I said what you asked, let me go, please let me go!” 

“Shhh” 

The man in the sunglasses pulled on the leash and began leading Rick down a hallway in what looked like a basement. Rick tried to struggle, but the collar choked him, eventually he had to crawl on his hand and knees (like a dog), just to avoid the collar pulling on him. The humiliation was beyond anything the straight boy had ever experienced. Here he was, having been stripped and dressed to this man’s fantasy and now he was being walked on a leash like some animal. 

“Here we go” 

Rick’s eyes went wide when he saw where he was being led, a small dog cage that looked like he would barely fit in it. There was a hole at the top of the cage. 

“NO! COME ON! NO!” 

“Come on, boy, you’ll get some much needed rest in here” 

The man in the sunglasses shoved Rick into the cage, undoing the collar and leash, pulling Rick’s head up through the hole at the top. Rick’s big body pressed against the cage bars, his head now secured by the hole. His hands and feet kicked against the bars. The man in the sunglasses reached in and tied the boy’s wrists/ankles with rope, also pulling Rick’s white socks up to his calves. 

“AHHHH!” shouted Rick in frustration, but that would be the last noise he’d make, for the man in the sunglasses then took out a panel gag. “Dude, no, don’t gag me, don’t gag me, no!!!” 

The man in the sunglasses held Rick’s nose shut until the boy could no longer take it, opening his mouth as the gag was shoved in. The gag was secured tight and fastened with a lock. Rick moaned into the gag, pulling at the ropes on his wrists/ankles, his socked feet pressing against the bars. The man in the sunglasses knelt down and shoved Rick’s hands into leather mitts, making them completely useless. 

“MHMMMP!” cried Rick through the gag. 

“Shhh” said the man in the sunglasses, caressing Rick’s hair, petting his head. “Be a good boy, Rick. This is your place now. Be a good boy” 

[boydaddy52]

A Real Dom

19 year old straight boy Trevor had been creating a business for himself on twitter and cash apps. He had heard of this thing called fin doms, where straight boys posted photos of their bodies or feet online for faggots to pay tributes. Out of sheer curiosity, the teenager had tried it and ended up loving it. He loved showing off his body and dominating the fags that followed him online, and he started to find that he was getting a decent amount of money from it. He could never really know who he was getting the tributes from, but one guy had given him a thousand for a video of him taking off his shoes! What the fuck? These dudes were sick, but as long as they gave him money, Trevor didn’t care. Worship my body, you fuckers. I’m your God. I’m your dom. The teenager was developing a huge ego from all of this. 

Then one day, he got a message online: 

“I want you in briefs and white socks. You wear black socks too much” 

“Pay for it, fucker, and I’ll think about it. But I ain’t wearing no briefs. I’ll wear trunks, that’s as far as you’re getting there, faggot” 

“You dare to call me faggot?” 

“Yes, bitch. You’re my sub. I’m the dom. You follow my instructions, fag. Worship your nineteen year old god” 

“We’ll see about that. I’ll send you the money today, I expect photos of your trunks and socks within a few days’ 

“Fuck you bitch, I’ll get them to you when I want. You worship and obey me” 

“Ok boy” 

The money came in fast enough and made Trevor gasp. The man or whoever it was had sent more money than he had received in a year from followers. He guessed he had to go through with it. But something about that message creeped him out a bit. He usually went through with most requests though, no matter how odd, and for less money than this person was offering. So Trevor picked up some low cut white nike socks and black versace trunks. He took some photos and sent them off. 

“WORSHIP ME, FAG. You like what your master sent you?” 

“I do and I will worship that hot body and socks, you slut. You’ve been very bad, giving me the middle finger” 

“What did you call me?” 

“I called you a slut, you teenage cunt. You’re not a real dom” 

“Yes, I am, fag” 

“No, you most certainly are not. I’m gonna show you what a real dom is. Now that I’ve seen these photos, I know exactly where you belong. I’m gonna put the bitch in his place.” 

Trevor immediately ended the chat and blocked the user on all of his apps. “I’m gonna put the bitch in his place”, that shit really freaked Trevor out. He never regretted sending pics to anyone, especially if it was a hot girl. But now he regretted this. Fucking hell. Okay, well, there was no way this person knew where he was physically, right? No way. So he was safe. Trevor breathed a sigh of relief and went off to film some more tributes for some regular followers. That would make him feel better, to dominate some true fags that loved him. He was a real dom. Yes, he was young. Having just turned nineteen. But he was able to dominate many of these fuckers to the point of them being moaning crying messes in their gratitude to him. He was providing a good service and it made him feel powerful. The money helped too. 

After drinking a few beers that he had stolen from an older friend and jerking off to some lesbian big titted porn, Trevor got dressed for bed - a tank, plaid boxers, grey sweatpants and black calf length socks. He had noticed that he was still wearing the low cut white socks that that user had told him to wear and he quickly shoved them off in disgust. He felt better after the beer and jerking off. He wouldn’t let that fucker spoil his evening. He tucked himself into bed, dreaming about what he’d buy with his money from these fags. Maybe a set of interior lights for his car? Or a guitar? That would be cool for sure. 

“I told you I’d put the bitch in his place” 

Trevor’s eyes snapped open in the middle of the night to see a tall man standing over his bed in the dark. Was he dreaming? Or - suddenly the full weight of the man came down on him and a cloth rag was pressed to Trevor’s face. OK NOT DREAMING. Trevor tried to snap his body out of sleep mode and fight, but his reflexes were slow. He spent days at the gym, but it seemed like his muscles were nothing compared to this man. Trevor spotted huge biceps on him and what looked like thick silver hair. 

“Shh go back to sleep. Daddy will take care of everything” 

Trevor tried to call out to his roommates in the apartment, but after a moment or two found that he was passing out again. What the fuck was on this rag that was pressed to his face? Some smelling liquid? Fuck. Fuck this was bad. This was very very - 

And then darkness.  His eyes rolled back. 

And he was asleep again. 

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Trevor woke up curled in a ball on a bed. Perhaps he had been dreaming? His head felt groggy, but he was still in bed, so maybe that horrific incident hadn’t happened. He shouldn’t drink before bed anymore, he thought. But then he went to roll over and heard chains clink. His eyes burst open. He was in bed, yes, but definitely not his own. The bed was larger and in the middle of a dark room with just a set of candles lighting the space. But that wasn’t what made Trevor panic. He was naked! And on his wrists and ankles were thick cushioned leather cuffs that were heavy, and attached to each cuff were chains that attached to the top and bottom of the bed. Then there was a huge collar around his neck which chained to the headboard of the bed. Trevor tried to scream but found that his mouth was gagged with a panel gag, the gag secured extra tight. He thrashed on the bed, moving as much as the chains would allow, which was not much. He screamed as loud as he could, but the gag made them into muffled moans. He clawed at the collar which felt like it could choke him if he pushed his movement too far. He tried to undo the cuffs and the gag, but they were all secured with tiny locks that would not open without keys. His long wavy hair was swaying about as he struggled. 

“Look at the bitch, struggling like a wild animal. No way you’re a dom” 

Trevor stopped struggling and looked up as Daddy entered the room with a flogger in hand. 

“YOU SICK FUCK! LET ME GO!” Trevor screamed into the gag, trying to launch himself towards Daddy, but the chains quickly pulled the boy back onto the bed. Daddy smiled at the effort. 

“Stupid teenage cunt. You should be thanking me. I’m gonna show you what you really are and give you the attention of a real dominant man” 

Daddy took out a remote and pointed it towards the bed. Immediately the chains began to retract into the bed. Trevor pulled at them, trying to keep the amount of limited mobility that he had. But soon the chains had pulled back so much that Trevor was now pinned spread eagle to the bed and could barely move besides pounding his fists into the bed. 

“Such a beautiful boy, just one more addition’ said Daddy as he took out a pair of white low cut socks and placed them on the boy’s bare feet. The man then began caressing Trevor’s soles, slowing moving his hands up and down the bottom of the boy’s feet. 

‘GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME, FAG!” 

“I’m sorry, can’t understand you through that gag, beautiful.” Trevor tried to pull his feet away from the man, but the cuffs kept his newly socked feet in his captor’s hands. Trevor had always been ticklish and the man’s fingers digging into his feet slowly made Trevor squirm. But the man would not stop caressing Trevor’s feet, he even lifted the boy’s ankles to sniff each socked foot and then, to the boy’s horror, put Trevor’s socked toes in his mouth. 

“Hmm smells and tastes as good as I’d hoped” said Daddy as he finally released the boy’s feet. “Those socks feel good on you? I told you that I wanted you to wear them, it’s what you should be in at all times. That and tighty whities, but we’ll get to that later. First ---” 

Trevor’s eyes went wide as Daddy lifted the flogger and brought it down hard on the teenager’s abs. Trevor screamed at the pain, but before he could do anything more, the flogger came down again. And again and again. In rapid motion. His abs were now red, his biceps fully flexed from pulling at his restraints in pain. His toes curling in his socks. 

“STOP! PLEASE STOP!” Daddy reached down and petted the boy’s head, running his hands through Trevor’s lush wavy long hair. Petting him like an animal, it filled Trevor with anger. What was this fucker going to do to him? Beat him up? Play with his body? He wasn’t a fucking play thing for fags, he was a strong straight boy. He would not allow this man to keep him like this -OW! 

The flogger came down hard again, but this time on Trevor’s balls. All anger and fight went out from Trevor for a moment, his eyes wide with begging - not my balls! Not my balls! He tried to pull his legs in, but the cuffs on his ankles kept his legs spread wide open. 

“Don’t you hide from me. You need this, you bitch. Open those legs” The flogger came down on Trevor’s balls again and again. The pain becoming unbearable. And then it stopped, Trevor breathing hard through his nose. He was moaning, until he stopped himself. Don’t let your guard down. He turned to Daddy and screamed in his face. Daddy slapped the boy. 

“Gonna need to break you down, you nineteen year old slut. Gotta break down that ego that thought you could be a dom. You are and will always be a play thing for men. A sex toy. A slave. Daddy’s slave now. Look at you now, body all red from whipping. Let Daddy kiss it and make it better” 

Trevor shook his head “no! NO!” as Daddy rolled on top of the boy and positioned himself between his legs. Daddy kissed the boy on top of his gag and then moved down to Trevor’s nipples, spending time mouthing each and circling them with his tongue. Trevor’s nipples had always been connected to his cock. He usually squeezed them when he jerked off. And now, even despite his disgust, the man’s tongue flicking at each nipple made his cock respond and grow. Daddy moved to each bicep and kissed them, he even sniffed both of Trevor’s shaved pitts. 

“You shave your pitts, huh? Gonna make you grow those out, I want to see some hair there. Smells of nice sweat. I like it.”

Indeed the boy was sweating, his body now glistening from having struggled so much. Daddy made his way to the boy’s abs, his hands holding the boy’s firm hips, kissing each ab. Trevor knew where the man was going and tried to prepare himself, but then he felt the man take Trevor’s penis in his mouth and - 

“STOP SUCKING ME! DON’T YOU FUCKING DO THIS! I’M NOT YOUR PLAY THING!!!!”

His face was red with screaming. Daddy just went on sucking each of Trevor’s balls,  burying his nose in them, sniffing the boy’s hairy pubic area and sucking Trevor’s now half hard cock. Trevor had been able to fuck a lot of girls in his two years of college. His long cock had been heavily desired at many parties, in fact his crotch had recently been grabbed during one. He was no virgin to sex, especially blow jobs, which were his favorite. So to have this man take on Trevor’s favorite sexual activity instead of some hot girl, made the straight boy feel like throwing up. He closed his eyes tight as the man’s lips wrapped his shaft, the tongue circling the head, the warm sensation of Daddy’s mouth. And then the man did something that Trevor couldn’t have even imagined, he lifted up the boy’s hips and began licking Trevor’s taint and asshole. 

“GET OFF ME!!” 

“Such a yummy boy, you taste just as I’d like. But you’re right, I’m over indulging instead of focusing on your training” 

“FUCK YOU!” 

“Now you may be muzzled, but I think I understood that. Such a naughty naughty boy. Let’s get back to disciplining you” 

Daddy got up and grabbed a riding crop, he began to slowly brush it against the boy’s socked feet, up and down. Up and down. 

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

HIT. The riding crop slapped at Trevor’s foot like the flogger, sending pain through him. Daddy held the boy’s foot flexed and began quickly hitting it with the riding crop, keeping a firm grip on the socked foot despite its wiggling. 

“You may be gagged, cunt. And you’ll be gagged for a very long time, but I want to hear the following from you - “I’m not a dom, I’m Daddy’s sex toy”. Say it and I’ll stop hitting your feet. Tell me to fuck off and we’ll be doing this till your feet are red.......your choice” 

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“HURRY UP, BOY” 

Trevor struggled forward. He was being led on a collar and leash, his arms tied behind him and his legs cuffed close together too, his body naked besides the white socks. His panel gag was still in, but an additional blindfold had been thrown over his eyes. He had no idea where his captor was leading him, but it was far away from the room with the bed. Or the man was just leading him around a small space on a leash for amusement. It could be either, Trevor thought. 

Where was he? thought Trevor. Would anyone find him? Was anyone looking for him? That was the more important question. He did have a tendency to go off on his own and wander with a joint in his mouth, it tended to clear his mind. If he disappeared for weeks on end, people wouldn’t necessarily deem it odd. He had screwed himself by being a jock that liked to tell people to fuck off when they tried to be invested in him. Now here he was, at the mercy of this man...all because he had tried to make some extra cash. 

He was stopped and his blindfold was taken off. In front of him was a bondage table with the following: a pair of tighty whities, a rubber hood, several leather straps and a rubber sack. Above all of this was a suspension system of some sort. 

“You’ve had a long day, it’s time to go to bed now” Daddy removed the panel gag and Trevor was able to spit out some drool. “If you curse at me or struggle, I’ll bring out the whip again. Understood?”

“Yes....” said Trevor, the memory of the flogger and the soreness in feet from the riding crop making him behave for the time being. 

“Yes, Sir is the proper response”

Daddy grabbed the boy by the back of the neck and forced him forward towards the table. He undid the boy’s ankle restraints and for a moment Trevor considered fighting, but the man resumed his grip on Trevor’s neck and Trevor was reminded of his strength. 

“What is all of this?’ asked Trevor, staring at the objects on the table. 

“A boy like you doesn’t deserve to sleep in a bed. You must be bound. But first things first, lets put on your slave uniform” 

Daddy lifted up the tighty whities. 

“STEP INTO THEM, SLUT!” Daddy screamed into the boy’s ear. Trevor was startled, he stepped into the tighty whities and Daddy pulled them up. Trevor hated briefs, mainly because of how big his cock was - boxers tended to be more comfortable. These briefs forced his cock to sit to the side, cupping his balls tightly too. Daddy reached over and adjusted the crotch, feeling up Trevor as he went, making sure that the briefs cupped the boy’s ass well. He then grabbed Trevor by the chin. 

“Look at me, slut. You’ve worn your last clothes, understood? From now on, you will wear nothing but tighty whities and white socks. I’ll dress you in a new pair of both every day. This is your uniform. It makes me hard to see you like this, to dress you against your will in these hot items. Now lay down on the table” 

“This is so sick...” 

Daddy slapped the boy again and Trevor’s anger receded a bit. 

“Dude please, I’m sorry for whatever you feel was...whatever I did, I’m sorry. Please let me go. This is so...I’m a good guy! I don’t deserve this. I don’t fucking deserve this shit!” 

Daddy threw the boy on the bondage table with a simple flip of his strong arms. In another swift motion, Daddy bound the boy’s legs together with two of the leather straps, one around the ankles and the other around the thighs. With his hands still bound behind him, the other leather straps were secured around his elbows and shoulders. In what seemed like a blink of an eye, Trevor was completely secured. Daddy gave the boy’s crotch another feel up through the briefs and then picked up the rubber sack. 

“COME ON PLEASE! PLEASE STOP! WHAT IS THAT?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! NO! NO! FUCK!” 

Daddy petted the boy’s head again to calm him and then proceeded to slip the boy’s bound body into the rubber sleep sack. The sack was zipped all the way up to the boy’s collar. Daddy then took the leather hood and forced the boy’s head into it, the hood having an opening for the eyes and the mouth. Despite Trevor’s begging, Daddy replaced the blindfold and then forced the panel gag back into the boy’s mouth. Now Trevor was completely encased from head to toe, hooded, blindfolded, gagged and bound in a sack. Daddy rubbed himself as the boy thrashed from side to side on the table, wiggling like a worm. His muffled screams coming through the gag. Daddy then secured the boy’s form into the suspension system above the bondage table and soon Trevor....completely encased in the sack and hood....was suspended in the air above the table, almost as if he was standing in mid air. Daddy laid down on the table and began to jerk off to the boy’s cries and struggling. He could see the boy’s feet pressing through the sack and that made Daddy almost cum. Trevor was in full panic, almost all senses blacked out and now made to dangle in the air like some.....like a toy. 

What was he becoming? 

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“Good boy, good cum cow” 

Days? Weeks? Sometime later. 

Trevor was on all fours, the leather cuffs back on his wrists/ankles and chained to a bondage table, keeping him in position. The briefs were around his ankles and Daddy relentlessly milking the boy’s cock for a third time. A vibrating cock ring had been outfitted on him, so now Trevor was endlessly hard whenever Daddy wanted. Today he was gagged with a red ball gag. He could count on one finger, the amount of times that he was left ungagged...and it was mostly to be fed food....then in went the gag again. Trevor grunted into the gag and came in a full burst of cum, his cum landing a jar below him. 

“Surely you can do better than that. Your nineteen year old balls have so much cum to give to Daddy. Let’s do one more” 

Trevor moaned as the volume on the cock ring was elevated and Daddy’s hand continued to pump out another load from it. Daddy took out the ball gag, letting Trevor breathe for a moment, trying to catch his breath after the loads. 

“What are you, boy?” 

“A sex toy, Sir” 

“And you’re not a dom?” 

“No, sir. I was a stupid teenage cunt to think that” 

“Good, you’re learning. But I don’t know if I believe you yet. Let’s educate that mouth a bit more” 

Trevor’s eyes went wide as Daddy got up on the bondage table in front of him, with his cock out. 

“Wait....wait Daddy....I -” 

Daddy slapped Trevor and grabbed a hold of Trevor’s head. 

“I knew there was some fight left in that naughty mouth, even with the constant gagging. It’s time you were fed some cock to clean it out”  “NO! NO! PLEASE - MPHMPP” 

With a firm grasp on either side of Trevor’s head, Daddy thrust his huge cock into the straight boy’s mouth and pumped into Trevor. Trevor almost immediately gagged, but the man’s grip on his head/hair made it impossible to spit the cock out. Drool fell out of his mouth and onto the bondage table as Daddy continued face fucking the boy. Trevor’s face was now buried in the man’s hairy pubic area, the man’s large balls bouncing on Trevor’s chin. 

“You better swallow every drop of cum, you hear me? That’s what a proper sex toy does. You ready for the cum, huh? YOU READY, YOU TEENAGE CUNT?!” 

A huge burst of cum filled Trevor’s mouth and the boy choked, finally managing to back off the cock. He was coughing and most of Daddy’s cum ended up on the bondage table, besides some strings of it that stuck to Trevor’s lips. 

“I’m sorry, sir” 

“Lick it up” 

Daddy gripped Trevor by the hair and pushed his head down on the bondage table until the boy licked every drop of cum up. Trevor felt so humiliated. For the first time, a man had fucked him in the face. It made him want to cry. And now he had to lick up every inch of cum or....he’d be punished. This was his life. 

“You’ve made Daddy very unhappy” 

“I’m sorry Daddy, I’m so sorry. It was just so big” 

“I know, boy. But you should’ve swallowed and now you need to be severely punished for that’  “But I licked up everything! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! I SHOULDN’T BE PUNISHED! I LICKED IT UP!” 

The ball gag was forced back in. 

“NO! NO DON’T GAG ME AGAIN, DON”T - MMMMHPPP!!” 

Trevor thrashed against his restraints, losing all control of himself. He screamed into the gag as loud as he could. His long hair whipping about as he struggled. 

“I guess all of that training still hasn’t fully set in. You’re a tough straight boy to break. You tricked me, you liar, I thought that you had learned. Learned to accept your punishment, your lessons from Daddy. Learned to serve a real dom and be submissive. But I see now that you are even more naughty than I thought. It’s time for me to go really tough on you” 

Trevor almost heard none of this, his face red with fury and anger, as he continued to pull at the cuffs keeping him on all fours. Daddy slid Trevor’s briefs back up onto his ass. 

“I’m gonna need some help here” 

Daddy clapped his hands and four men entered the room, each as big and muscular as Daddy. All of them in their fifties and sixties. And all dressed in leather. 

“Fellow Daddies. Let me introduce Trevor. Trevor has been under the impression that he is a dom.” 

The men laughed. 

“I know. Hysterical. I’ve been trying to break him, but the teenager is tougher than i thought.” 

“I have some nipple clamps that should break the bitch” said one of the men as he spit in Trevor’s face. 

“I’m gonna stretch his balls” said another. 

“I think a good spanking with the hardest paddle should help” said the third. 

“I want to fuck him” said the fourth. 

Trevor’s eyes went wide at that. 

“He hasn’t had his anal virginity taken yet. I thought that the four of you could help with that” said Daddy. “Maybe spit roast him” 

“You know what that means, straight boy?” asked one of the men. 

Trevor shook his head wildly. 

“It means one of us will fuck you in the mouth, while the other fucks you in the ass. And then we’ll switch positions, until each of us has fucked each hole” 

“Wonderful idea” smiled Daddy. 

The four men closed in on Trevor as the boy continued to struggle against his cuffs and moan into his ball gag. No longer a dom for sure, about to be nothing more than a cum dump. 

[boydaddy52]

[boydaddy52]

Coach D transforms Jamal

Jamal, a 20 year college football player, ended up costing his team the final game. For this, and many mess ups during the season, his coach said that he had a special plan for the boy. A better use for Jamal going forward. Jamal pushed the thought away, he wasn’t being pushed off the team, so how bad could this new thing be? Though Coach D always creeped out the players, a tall silver fox of a man that stared at the guys on the team in increasingly sexual ways - like he was sizing them up for something. 

Pissed off at losing at his favorite game again, Jamal went on a bender that night, drinking on campus with his buddies and generally trying to forget the tough football season. He was stumbling back to his dorm when he was suddenly attacked from behind, strong arms engulfing him and a smelly rag being pressed to his face. Despite his muscles, he was no match for this man and soon started to pass out, much to his panic. What the fuck was going on?!!!!

“Shh Jamal. This is for the best, boy. Coach D has you now” 

Laid out on the campus lawn, Jamal stared up at his smiling coach before passing out, the man reaching down to throw Jamal over his shoulder...to carry him around to some unknown future. 

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Coach D had stripped the boy down to his underwear, tank and socks. Jamal was now tied by rope to a chair, with his ankles tied to the back of it in order to spread the boy’s legs wide. Jamal wore a white tank, dark grey briefs and white socks that went up to his calf. Usually with a newly captured boy toy for the dungeon, Coach D would dress the boy in a dungeon uniform, but he liked seeing Jamal like this. The briefs outlined the boy’s big cock beautifully and his white socks were exactly what got Coach D’s sock fetish going. During stripping, Coach D had taken big sniffs of those white socked feet and he almost came from the sweaty wonderful smell. And the knowledge that Jamal could not fight back was even better. He had chosen a cloth gag and blindfold for the boy, for now, there would be time for more intense gags later. Coach D in particular could’t wait to stuff the boy’s big lipped mouth with his cock and a nice big ball gag would look good too. Now, all that was needed was for the jock to wake up....Coach D licked his lips at that thought. 

“Hmm what the - mmphp!’ cried Jamal as he started to wake up, struggling against the ropes and gag. Coach massaged the boy’s shoulders, sending a delicate kiss onto the boy’s neck. He reached down and caressed the boy’s nipples through his tank. 

“I told you I had a plan, Jamal. You might not be a good football player, but I think I can make you into a very good....sex toy....just for me” 

“MMHMPP!” 

The 20 year old struggling became worse at the sound of that, rocking the chair he was tied to back and forth. Coach D slipped another rope through the bottom of the chair and attached it to a few metal rings in the floor, ensuring that it wasn’t going anywhere despite Jamal’s rocking. He then turned his attention to the boy’s muscular thighs, running his hands up and down them and then began nuzzling Jamal’s big crotch. His nose rubbing against the boy’s huge cock and balls in the briefs, driving Jamal crazy. 

“Yes,  you’re going to make a good toy for me. This beautiful body, do you know how many times I’ve watched you practice or change in the locker room and had to jerk off after? Now you’re all mine” 

“MMHP!” 

“You wanna know what gets me most excited about you? Besides this fantastic cock that I’m gonna milk every day and taste in my mouth----” 

Coach D let his hands move down the boy’s calves and then down to Jamal’s size 12 feet, still clad in puffy comfy white socks. 

“MPHMMPPP!” 

His hands went down the front of the boy’s feet and then up and down his soles, noticing how the boy flinched at his touch as his fingers dug into the socked feet. Tickling and caressing. Coach D smiled at that as he moved around and took another big sniff of the boy’s socks. 

Coach D then quickly ripped off Jamal’s tank, exposing the boy’s tight abs formed from many days of football practice. Coach D kissed each one, sending shivers through the boy as his tongue licked at them and the sweat that was engulfing Jamal’s body due to struggling. 

“Today starts a new form of training for you, boy. It will be tough, but very rewarding....for me” 

Jamal cried out as Coach D mouthed one of his nipples, sucking and biting at it. 

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Hours? Days? Weeks later? It was tough to tell. But now, deeper into Coach D’s dungeon, Jamal was suspended upside down. Strong leather cuffs wrapped around his ankles keeping him in the air. His body was naked besides the white socks on his feet, his hands still tied behind his back. The cloth gag had been replaced by a big red ball gag that boy’s big lips could barely fit over, drool dripping down to the dungeon floor. A vibrating cock ring had been placed at the base of the boy’s big cock, and was currently buzzing, making him hard. The blindfold had been removed, no need to hide who was in control of Jamal now. Coach D jerked the boy off for a bit, Jamal’s cock so sensitive to the touch with the vibrating cock ring that the boy moaned like a bitch with each stroke. 

“Today boy, we are going to teach you some pain tolerance. And maybe get you to finally speak properly to me. Beg for my cock and fucking” 

Jamal shook his head wildly in refusal. 

“FUCK YOU!” cried Jamal through the ball gag. 

“Such a naughty boy. Maybe if you weren’t such a bad boy, you would still be in college and on the football team, instead of becoming a toy for an older man. But you are a bad boy, Jamal. And now...”

Coach D pressed a remote and the cock ring vibrated even more, until Jamal came in a full burst, cum hitting his abs and face. Coach D stepped forward and licked the cum up. It tasted as sweet as it had every day since the boy’s capture. The boy was forced to cum constantly, supplying Coach D with an endless supply to drink up and swallow. The boy begged for some relief from constantly cumming, but Coach D ignored him, saying that it was all part of his new role as sex toy. 

Coach took out a box of clothes pins and showed them to Jamal. Jamal’s eyes focused on them and once again the boy shook his head in refusal. 

“Now you see that’s where we need to change things up. A good sex toy always accepts what his coach puts him through. Always says “thank you sir”. And begs for more. So beg me for more, boy....’

Coach D took out two clothes pins and stuck them on each of Jamal’s nipples, flicking them and causing the boy to cry out in pain. He then began lining the boy’s abs with them too and finally putting them on Jamal’s balls. And then his cockhead. Jamal thrashed about as he hung upside down, his socked feet flying in the air, as he tried to shake the pins off his body. 

“TAKE THEM OFF! TAKE THEM OFF!” cried Jamal through the gag. 

“I’ll take them off, boy” said Coach D picking up a flogger. Jamal’s eyes went wider....no no please don’t whip them off....please! 

“Oh come on, remember your training on the football field. Just breathe through it. Or you could beg for my cock and stop this now” 

“FUCK OFF!” 

“Fine then, bad boy. Lets whip those clothes pins off” 

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Coach D set down his coffee onto his special breakfast table. The training was going well, with each week that passed - Jamal was becoming more submissive. Soon the boy would be ready to fully bounce on Coach D’s cock like a good boy. Speaking of the good boy, Jamal was fully encased in Coach’s D’s specially constructed breakfast table. A cube that had two padded holes sticking out of the top of it, which currently had Jamal’s white socked feet wiggling out of the holes. A faucet on one side of the cube led to a tube inside that hooked up to a cock pump around Jamal’s cock. Inside the cube, sitting with his feet up through the holes, James whined in a full leather hood.

Coach D leaned over and mouthed Jamal’s socked feet and gave them a slight tickle. He got hard in his pants as he heard Jamal moan from the tickling. He then turned on the faucet and waited for the cock pump to do its job. He pushed over his coffee and soon a gush of cum fell into the coffee. Good milk. Coach D drank up, took out his own cock and began jerking off as he tickled the boy’s socked feet with his free hand, watching the foot try to avoid his fingers....though Jamal had no escape. Coach D came with his face buried in my boy’s socks. 

And then....in an insane moment....Coach D heard the following from inside the cube. What he had been working the boy towards....

“Thank you....sir” 

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“You ready to be a good boy, Jamal?” 

Jamal crawled on hands and knees into Coach D’s bedroom. Now dressed in tighty whities and white socks, with padded leather cuffs on his wrists/ankles. He sat on his knees with his mouth open. Ready for use. 

“I’m ready to be a good boy, Coach. I’m ready to be a true sex toy!” cried Jamal. His mind had finally switched over a few weeks ago, after months of training, and now there was little left of the straight boy jock that had played on the college football team. Now in his place was a submissive cock hungry boy toy. One that Coach D couldn’t wait to finally take full advantage of. 

“Come closer” Coach D brought a hand around the back of Jamal’s neck and pulled the boy into his crotch. Jamal sniffed and moaned from the smell.  “Thats the smell of a real man, boy? You like that?” 

“Yes sir” Jamal’s cock was growing in the tighty whities without any aide, another sign that training had worked. Jamal mouthed Coach D’s cock through the man’s gym shorts, the boy’s tongue licking up the shaft. 

“Did I tell you that you could begin sucking it or licking it?” 

“No I’m sorry sir” said Jamal. 

“Do you think you’ve been a good boy? Gone through training well?” 

“Yes sir” 

“I think you have too. It took you a long time, but I’m happy with your progress. You may lick my cock through my shorts” 

Jamal moaned a ‘thank you” as he opened his mouth again to Coach D’s crotch. The boy’s warm mouth felt great even through the gym short fabric. Coach D let a hand go down the boy’s strong back, past the tighty whitey waistband and began caressing the boy’s hole. Jamal moaned louder. 

“Can I take it out Daddy?” 

“Oh I like you calling me Daddy. Yes boy, you can take it out and kiss the head” 

Jamal took Coach D’s cock out and kissed the head. 

“Hmm Daddy I wanna suck it more” 

“Then suck it, you slut. Hands behind your back!” 

Jamal crossed his hands behind his back and Coach D took Jamal’s head in his hands, began face fucking him, pumping into the boy’s mouth with intense thrusts. Jamal gagged on the cock, but Coach D continued pumping. It felt so good that Coach lifted the boy up onto the bed, ripped off the tighty whities and penetrated Jamal’s ass right there. 

“OHHH DADDDY”

Coach D hand gagged Jamal and began fucking him, feeling the straight boy’s tight hole contract against his cock in the best way. 

“YOU LIKE THAT, BOY?!”

“I LOVE IT DADDY” cried the boy through the hand gag. 

“THIS IS MUCH BETTER THAN FOOTBALL, RIGHT? THIS IS A MUCH BETTER USE FOR YOU, RIGHT?” 

“YES SIR” 

“GOOD. BOY!” 

And with that, Coach D came deep in his boy and the two collapsed into each other’s arms. Content. The straight boy’s transformation complete, making him a happy boy after pleasing his Daddy. 

[boydaddy52]

The Ginger Slut

Aaron was a 24 year old jock, who stood out in a crowd due to his good looks and also his bright red ginger hair and beard. He was used to it being commented on at this point and found that the color largely attracted people to him, especially girls. Which was more than fine, as he was a horny horny boy. Aaron couldn’t spend a weekend without fucking at least two to three girls and getting drunk with his old frat brothers. He was a prime example of a muscular macho straight boy with a smile that could endear him to almost anyone, and excuse any naughty behavior....which he had a lot of. 

Daddy saw the boy for what he was....a ginger slut in need of discipline and the perfect new addition to Daddy’s dungeon. 

“Has anyone ever told you that your hair is such an incredible color”

“Ughh thanks dude” said Aaron as Daddy sat next to him in a bar one night, slipping a drug into the boy’s beer. 

“I bet you spend a lot of time at the gym, look at those biceps” 

“I ughh yeah, like to work out.” Aaron was getting uncomfortable, which just made Daddy hard in his pants, watching the boy squirm a bit. Aaron continued drinking his beer. 

“I wonder what your cum tastes like, you red headed bitch” 

Aaron went to punch Daddy, but the boy stumbled - the drug already taking effect. What the fuck was going on? thought Aaron. His head was spinning. Daddy smiled. Aaron managed to make his way out of the bar and into a nearby alley. 

“Lets get you in the van, boy. Daddy has such plans for you. No one punches, Daddy. You need so much discipline, this is for the best” 

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“Wakey wakey ginger slut” 

Aaron tried to open his eyes, but could barely get them to focus. His head felt like a bowling ball. He tried to sit up and heard - 

CLINK. 

What the - Aaron turned his head and saw that his wrist was encased in a thick leather cuff that was chained down. He turned his head the other way and found that his other wrist was also cuffed/chained. 

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” 

Aaron tried to kick his legs and could barely move them. He managed to lift his head and saw that both of his ankles had leather cuffs on them as well - chained down to the table that he lay on. His sneakers were gone, revealing his low cut white nike socks. 

“HELP! SOMEBODY FUCKING UNTIE ME!”

Despite the cuffs, Aaron struggled, pulling at the restraints with every muscle that he had. His body thrashing on the bondage table. His socked feet flinging around. And then the chains began to retract into the table, stretching the boy’s body out, pulling his legs wide to either side of the table. Aaron tried to resist as best he could, but he ended up stretched painfully and spread eagle. His breath heavy, sweat starting to form on his brow. 

“WHAT IS THIS?! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME?! THIS HURTS!” 

“Such a pretty boy” 

The man from the bar! Daddy stepped forward into the light, a tall muscular silver fox of a man. Aaron panicked as the man began unbuttoning the boy’s white button down, exposing his chest. The man’s hands feeling up the struggling Aaron’s pecs, nipples and abs. 

“GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME, FAG!” 

Daddy slapped Aaron hard and ripped the button down to pieces, throwing it on the floor. Aaron’s chest and pits on full display, arms stretched as wide as his legs. Daddy leaned down and sniffed Aaron’s armpits to the boy’s horror, the man’s tongue licking them too. 

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” 

This sick fuck was going to strip him naked! This bastard was going to molest him like some play thing! No no this wasn’t fucking happening. He was gonna kill this mother fucker. He was gonna break out of this - 

“Shhh be a good boy. Daddy is just getting you ready for your training” 

Daddy hands moved to the boy’s tight jeans that outlined Aaron’s muscled thighs and firm calves, undoing his belt and unzipping the jeans. Aaron tried to move his body, but he was stretched so tight to the table that any movement was limited....certainly not enough to stop Daddy sticking his hand into the jeans and feeling up Aaron’s crotch through the boy’s boxer briefs. 

“GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY DICK!!! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!” The boy was practically spitting with anger....and fear. 

“Now hold still, wouldn’t want to cut you” Daddy kissed Aaron’s stomach right above the boxer briefs, took out some scissors and began to cut away Aaron’s jeans. Aaron couldn’t believe this was happening, his rage filling him from head to toe. But there was no way out....the cuffs were tight....his body spread....he kept telling himself he’d break out and escape. That he was a proud straight boy that would make this man pay.....but he was quickly realizing ....he didn’t know how to realize that. Instead he was forced to lay here as this man used him for pleasure or whatever other sick thing he had planned. Damn, thought Aaron......what the fuck was this dude going to do to him?! 

Soon Daddy threw the ripped up remains of Aaron’s jeans on the floor and stared at Aaron’s body, now just in grey boxer briefs and white low cut nike socks. The boy’s body full of ginger hair, beautiful and fine. The boy’s muscular form was even more beautiful now that he was almost naked and Daddy’s hands flew over it, caressing every part of Aaron as the boy began to move from anger to begging. 

“Dude, stop, please, I’ll do anything. I won’t say a word to anyone, just please stop this and let me go. Please stop touching me!” said Aaron as Daddy caressed the soles of Aaron’s socked feet. The boy trying to pull his feet away, obviously extremely ticklish. 

“That’s it, ginger slut. Beg. I like you begging” 

Daddy brought out a riding crop and began moving it across Aaron’s nipples, down his chest and then rubbed it against Aaron’s balls. 

“What is that?! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!” 

“You’ve been a very naughty boy. It’s gonna take a lot of work to make you into my slave. First you need to apologize for trying to punch Daddy” 

Daddy flicked the riding crop hard against Aaron’s nipples several times, causing the boy to scream in pain. He alternated between Aaron’s nipples and Aaron’s crotch, whipping the boy in the chest and then in the balls. The pain was unbearable, thought Aaron. 

“STOP FUCK!” 

“Apologize to Daddy” 

“I won’t fucking apologize, you fucking bastard - OWWW!!!” 

Aaron’s chest, specifically his nipples were now bright red. Daddy leaned down sucked both of the boy’s sore nipples, running a tongue around each pec. Aaron’s face was full of disgust. A man was sucking on his nipples! Each flick of the tongue sending pain through Aaron, his chest so sore from the riding crop. 

“AHHH STOP!!!” 

“Apologize” 

“Dude you are going to be in such trouble when the police start looking for me. I swear to God, I will fuck you up for this- LET ME GO!” 

“Well Aaron, I hate to tell you, no one is gonna find you. Daddy’s dungeon is very well hidden. And really this is the best place for you- I will teach you to be a good obedient boy.....no matter how much pain I have to use on your punishment. Now if you’re not going to apologize right now, I think we need to silence that mouth. It’s obvious that the ginger slut has a mouth just full of disrespect. Time to gag it” 

“NO! NO! NO!” 

Daddy took out a panel gag from his back pocket. Aaron’s eyes went wide and the boy tried to hold his breath, but Daddy held Aaron’s nose until the boy had to gasp. He shoved the gag into Aaron’s mouth and secured it behind Aaron’s head. 

“Oh this struggling just made me tie this gag tighter. That’s what a bad boy gets. There we go. Oh don’t you look sexy with that in your mouth. All quiet now. We’ll keep you gagged until you speak to Daddy with respect” 

“MHMMMMP!!!” 

“Nice silent ginger slut” 

Daddy took a hold of Aaron’s boxer briefs and started to rip them, eventually pulling them completely off and leaving Aaron naked besides his socks. Aaron screamed into the gag in horror. Daddy smiled, gazing at Aaron’s ginger pubic hair, thick cock and low hanging balls - and then put his face right in Aaron’s crotch - licking the boy’s balls and sucking him off. Aaron struggled even more. He had never even been touched by a man and now this old guy was sucking him off! The man’s head bouncing up and down between Aaron’s legs. The humiliation was unfathomable. Aaron moaned into the gag. 

“The ginger slut tastes good....just gotta give you some help...” Daddy took out a vibrating wand and turned it on full blast, he pressed the top of Aaron’s cock and watched as it sent shivers through Aaron’s body. The boy tried to resist, but soon his cock was rising, getting rock hard. And when Aaron got hard, the young jock’s cock was a beautiful thing to behold. Daddy got back to sucking the boy off, moving the vibrator onto Aaron’s balls. The boy pressing his thighs against Daddy’s head, pulling at his restraints in useless attempts to free himself. Daddy’s hands moved up and down the boy’s chest, caressing his sweet nipples and moving through his ginger pitt hair. The boy’s breathing was getting faster and Daddy began circling Aaron’s shaft with his tongue. Round and round. 

You will not cum for this fucker, thought Aaron. No matter what he does to you, you will not cum for him. But he could feel his body reacting, which was fucking up his mind. The man’s mouth was sending waves of pleasure through him. Only girls were supposed to do that to him! What the fuck?! And why, even though he spent days at the gym and could lift hundreds of pounds, could he not break these damn cuffs tying him down?! It was all maddening! It was ridiculous! It was so fucked up -- oh no....OH SHIT OHHHHH NO OHHH FUCKKKKKKKK

Aaron screamed into the panel gag, his thighs pressing tighter against Daddy’s head, his toes curling in his socks, his red fuzzy balls pressed into his stomach, his hands gripping his wrist cuffs......Aaron’s cock exploded into Daddy’s mouth in a full burst of cum and Daddy swallowed every drop. 

Daddy looked up at Aaron, licking his lips. 

“So sweet, ginger slut. I knew I would love how you taste” 

Aaron burst into tears. 

“FUCK YOU!” 

“You should be thanking Daddy for the gift of letting you cum. Bad boy. You know, ginger slut, I knew you were naughty. But I’m learning...I’m gonna have to be very tough with you” 

“JUST LET ME GO! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?!” 

“Shhh” said Daddy caressing the boy’s bright red beautiful head of hair. “Don’t you worry, Daddy will take good care of you. I’m gonna give the boy just what he needs” 

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“FUCK!” 

The water from the hose blasted Aaron. Now completely naked, ungagged and standing up with his wrists tied above him so he was forced on his tip toes, the boy was being forced to take a shower. Daddy would blast him with a cold hose and then roughly scrub him with soap over and over. But the worst was when Daddy cleaned out Aaron’s ass, something that the straight boy had never experienced before. Finally the shower was over, Daddy dried off the boy and covered Aaron in oil to make him shiny. He then placed a collar and leash on the boy, untied his hands and led him....struggling....deeper into the dungeon. Aaron fought as best as he could, trying to plant his feet or gain some grip on the leash, but Daddy was stronger and with a yank of the leash would pull Aaron forward. Daddy brought the boy to a low table on the floor and forced Aaron onto his knees. On the table was a pair of tighty whities and white knee length socks. 

“Put on your uniform, boy” 

“I’m not fucking wearing that” 

Daddy slapped Aaron hard and yanked the leash up, causing the collar to tighten on the boy’s neck. 

“Be a good boy and put on your uniform. Every boy in Daddy’s dungeon must wear tighty whities and white socks. It’s a rule. Just because you’re a ginger slut - “ 

“Stop fuckin’ calling me that” 

“Doesn’t mean that you can break the rules. Put on your uniform or Daddy will be forced to punish you” 

“You’re gonna punish me anyway, what difference does it make?” 

“True. But what if I told you that if you don’t put on your uniform, I’m gonna put your big cock in a tight painful chastity device for months....and it will be....utterly...unbearable for you” 

“Fuck dude! FUCK!” 

Daddy pulled the leash again, choking Aaron. 

“Put on your uniform” 

Aaron stood up and picked up the tighty whities, he put a leg into each hole and slid them up. 

“Slowly” 

Aaron shut his eyes in humiliation and slowly slid the tighty whities on, so they slowly gripped his ass and crotch. He then took each sock and slowly put those on as well - until he was standing dressed in his uniform of tighty whities and socks. 

“Pull them all the way up to the knee or you’ll be sorry” 

Aaron did as he was told. 

“You happy, you sick fag?!” 

Daddy grabbed Aaron by his red hair, pulled the boy’s head back and spat in his face. He then pushed the boy to the ground. 

“Stay on all fours, ginger slut” 

Daddy took hold of the leash and before Aaron could react, forced the boy to crawl on all fours - like a fucking dog! - Aaron’s rage was beyond. He kept thinking about how he was going to beat the shit out of this guy. He was untied, he could do it right now, right? But each time he tried, the collar and leash made it impossible. Is this how it was going to go? Every chance at getting free seemingly within reach but cruelly taken away? He had to keep trying. He wasn’t going to be this man’s play thing. He would not allow himself to be used as a sex slave. Too late you poor fuck, said a voice in his head......its already happening whether you like it or not. 

Daddy pulled him into another room filled with a bed and.....another man? This man was older than Daddy, with a huge beer belly and was dressed fully in leather pants/a vest. He sat in the middle of the room with an angry look on his face and a wooden paddle across his lap. Aaron gulped. What the hell was this? 

“Is this the ginger slut?” asked the man.  “Yes it is. Ginger slut, I’d like you to meet my friend Master J. Now all of my boys go through a session with Master J, he’s very good at breaking you boys down and teaching you how to serve a man. Daddy has such a busy schedule and that I much prefer getting some help in breaking you boys in. This way, when I use you tonight, you’ll be able to show me what you’ve learned”

Master J let the wooden paddle slam into his hand hard. 

“Daddy no, Daddy please don’t leave me with this man” 

“Shhh no talking back now” said Daddy as he took out a ball gag and forced it into Aaron’s mouth. Aaron tried to fight this, but Daddy slapped the boy’s hands away and tightened the gag to its tightest setting, already causing drool to drip from the big red ball that Aaron’s lips rest over. 

“Much better. Boys should be silent!” said Master J. Daddy tied the leash to a metal ring in the middle of the floor, playfully messed up Aaron’s hair a bit and then left the room. Aaron panicked, pulling with all his might at the collar or trying to untie the leash from the metal ring. Master J got up from his chair, kicked Aaron back, grabbed the boy by the ankles and pulled him across the room onto the man’s lap. In one quick movement, Master J tied Aaron’s hands behind his back and the boy’s ankles together, both with rope. He grabbed the boy by the hair and pull his head back. 

“You’ve been a very very naughty ginger slut, you need to learn how to serve men. We will start with a spanking. I expect you to count each spank through that gag. If I can’t hear you, we’ll start over again from zero. We’ll be going to twenty for today as it’s your first time. But piss me off and it will be fifty” 

The wooden paddle came down hard on Aaron’s ass and the boy screamed in pain. He couldn’t believe how much it hurt. 

“ONE!” 

The wooden paddle continued to come down on Aaron’s ass over and over again and then Master J pulled the briefs down, so that the paddle hit the boy’s bare ass.... and that’s when Aaron messed up. He couldn’t get the number out, tears streaming down his face. 

“And we start again from zero” 

“Please!” cried Aaron through the gag.  “I have no mercy for you, ginger slut.” said Master J and began the spanking again from zero. 

After what seemed like forever, Aaron’s ass was bright red. Master J finally threw the boy off his lap and Aaron curled into a ball in pain. Master J then took the ball gag out of Aaron’s mouth. 

“PLEASE LET ME GO! PLEASE STOP THIS! I CAN’T! I CAN’T!” 

“Still such a wild bitch. Don’t worry, we’ll change that. Especially because our next lesson is how to please a man....with your mouth. Gonna shut you up with a nice big cock” 

“No man, no, come on! NO!! FUCK OFF! NO!” screamed Aaron trying to crawl away, but his wrists and ankles were still tied. Master J undid the fly of his pants and let out a huge hard cock. Aaron’s eyes went wide looking at it. 

“Come here, ginger slut. Don’t fight it” Master J grabbed Aaron by the ankles again and dragged him back, screaming. Master J took out an O ring gag and forced it into the boy’s mouth, causing Aaron to be unable to close his mouth, his tongue sticking out. Master J pulled the boy up into a kneeling position and held on tight to the boy’s leash. 

“First thing is first, you ask permission to approach the man’s cock” said Master J, pulling hard on the leash. “You say “please sir, may I approach your cock”. Now say it!” 

“.....please sir....may I approach your cock” said Aaron, as best as he could through the gag. 

“Good, ginger slut” said Master J, running a hand through Aaron’s hair. 

“And then you sniff it” Master J grabbed Aaron by the hair and slammed the boy’s face against his cock. Aaron couldn’t believe it. Yesterday he was out drinking and dancing with girls. Now he was captured, getting sucked off by men and now being forced to suck cock for the first time in his life. “Sniff it, slut!”

Aaron sniffed and almost gagged. The man’s huge cock resting on his face. The smell of sweat and a man’s crotch filling his nose. 

“That’s the smell of a man” said Master J as he slapped his huge piece of meat against Aaron’s cheek. “you like that?” 

“NO!” 

“Lying ginger slut, I know you love it. Now I ask, do you think you deserve this cock?” 

“NO!” 

“I think you need it, ginger slut. In we go” 

“NO! NO! NO MPHMPP!” Aaron’s O ring gagged mouth was suddenly filled with Master J’s cock. Master J took Aaron’s head in his hands, gripping the boy’s red hair, and began fucking Aaron’s throat hard. Aaron gagged immediately, but Master J ignored him, continuing to pump thick hard cock into the straight boy’s mouth. 

“Yeah that’s it, circle it with your tongue. You need to lick up and down the shaft, and then circle the head. That’s how you please men. Open your throat, I want to go deeper. I deserve this mouth. I deserve to cum in the ginger slut” 

Aaron had tears streaming down his face, the man’s thrusts becoming faster and tougher. His face buried in the man’s thick pubic hair and huge belly. 

“I love fucking a straight boy’s mouth, so satisfying. Look up at me with those pretty eyes, ginger slut. Yes I know it’s a big cock for you, huh? You like that big cock? Moan for me. Moan on my cock, ginger slut.” 

Aaron moaned, with the hope that giving the man what he wanted would stop this. Instead, Master J let out a massive yell and Aaron’s mouth filled with the man’s cum. Aaron managed to free himself from the man’s grasp, choking on the cum, trying to spit it out in disgust. 

“BAD BOY! You swallow a man’s seed” 

Aaron was slapped in the face and quickly thrown on the bed. 

“I’m gonna make sure the next load goes right in and stays there” 

Before Aaron could realized what was happening, the tighty whities were pulled down to his ankles and Master J’s tongue was deep in Aaron’s ass, licking up the boy’s taint. Aaron, still tied up, could barely do anything but squirm on the bed. His body feeling odd sensations of pleasure from the man’s tongue. And then Master J straddled him and Aaron felt the full weight of this whale of a man on him. Master J laid on top of him and whispered in the boy’s ear. 

“You ready to be fucked, boy?” 

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Aaron woke up tied spread eagle to another bondage table in the dungeon. Now dressed in his dungeon tighty whities/socks and plaid green drawstring pj pants. His mouth gagged with a ball gag again. Daddy lying down beside him and caressing the boy’s chest. 

“Shhh it’s okay, Daddy’s here” Daddy’s hand slid down the boy’s pecs, undid the drawstring of the pj pants and slipped his hand inside, caressing the boy’s crotch through the briefs. Aaron just stared up at the ceiling. 

“Did you have a good session with Master J? I got a good report from him, he says you’re very good to cum in, ginger slut. I knew you would be, that’s why i had to capture you. Don’t worry, Daddy will make you feel good tonight. I’ll be gentle. Awww all the fight is finally out of you, good boy. Good slut. We’ll continue to work on making you my obedient toy, but this is a good start” 

Daddy continued to caress Aaron’s crotch through the briefs, and began kissing Aaron’s neck. He moved over Aaron and began grinding into the boy. Aaron didn’t fight anything. There was no escape, he was sure of that now. The only way to get through was to accept his new life. He rose his hips to meet Daddy’s, grinding up against the man as well, pushing their crotches together. 

“What are you, boy?” 

“Daddy’s ginger slut” said Aaron through the ball gag. 

[boydaddy52]

An Old Dog

Daddy wanted a new pup to add to the dungeon and Paul, a 62 year old straight business man became the perfect choice. Most of the dungeon pups were younger, but Daddy liked the idea of having an older dog. And the thought of humiliating an older straight boy made Daddy hard. Paul was a car salesman, working at a dealership for many years in his grey suit and tie. He was a proud macho straight man, who enjoyed going to baseball games in his sports jerseys and fucking his much younger girlfriend at any chance he could get. He was always a stocky guy and tried to stay in shape, but his stomach had developed into a little beer belly over years- though firm with some sense of abs (he still went to the gym every week). His hair was now grey and slightly balding at the front, but his girl assured him that it still looked sexy. Overall, Paul felt pretty good with his life and saw himself as a gift to anyone that interacted with him. An ego like that made him a perfect candidate for becoming Daddy’s new dog. 

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Paul felt like his head been bashed in, a huge headache over taking him as he tried to open his eyes. Where the fuck was he? What had happened? He had been closing up the car dealership for the day and then.....everything had gone black. He finally managed to open his eyes and found that he was sitting on the floor of a living room, but not anywhere that he’d ever been before. The fuck?! He tried to push himself to his feet and his mind immediately snapped into focus. His hands were tied behind him with rope. Tied tight. His ankles were also tied together and tight. He started to scream for help and quickly found that he had been gagged with a bandana! WHAT WAS GOING ON?! 

Then he remembered....he had been closing up the car dealership when he had been attacked and chloroformed with a rag. Despite having worked out that same day, Paul had been no match for his strong captor and had quickly ended up in a head lock with the chloroform rag being pressed to his face. So he had been kidnapped? Out of anything that he had come up against in his life, Paul never thought this could happen. 

A door to another room opened and Daddy stepped in. 

“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!! UNTIE ME YOU FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?! SOMEONE HELP! HELP!” cried Paul through his gag. 

Daddy just smiled down at Paul and began petting his head, running a hand through Paul’s hair. Paul flinched in disgust and panic. He was being petted like a fuckin’ dog! What the hell?

“Shhh whose a good boy, huh?” said Daddy, scratching behind Paul’s ear. 

“STOP TOUCHING ME!” 

“Such a loud bark, we’ll have to train you out of that. Now, let’s get you more comfy”

Daddy kneeled down and began taking off Paul’s dress shoes. Paul tried to kick the man, but Daddy quickly slapped Paul hard across the face. Daddy unlaced each shoe and lifted them off, revealing Paul’s black socked feet. Daddy lifted them to his nose and took a big sniff. Paul’s eyes were wide with horror. 

“Smells nice and sweaty. Now you see, don’t you feel more comfy in socks? I just love men in socks, gets me going. It’s why I have a rule that all my boys and pups must be in socks at all times. You’ve worn shoes for the last time today, Paul” 

This man was insane, thought Paul. How the hell was he going to get out of this? His fingers had been picking at the ropes on his wrists frantically, but the knots were too much. What the fuck did this man have planned for him? The man’s hands were now caressing Paul’s socked feet, fingers running up and down his soles. Paul was insanely ticklish and this slow massaging of his feet was starting to send shivers through him. This was too much. 

“GET OFF MY FEET!” screamed Paul through his gag. 

Daddy just smiled and continued slowly caressing the struggling man’s feet. 

“Shhhh, I think we’re gonna need another gag on you. Maybe a muzzle, that’s perfect for a wild dog. Now, you’re not properly attired. We need to get you looking more like what you are. A pup for Daddy to train. An old dog in need of strict discipline. You need to be naked, collared and leashed. You bitch. Daddy is your owner now and I know what’s best”  

Paul kicked Daddy in the face and began crawling away, like a worm, across the room. He quickly spotted the door that Daddy had walked through and used all his strength to make his way towards it. 

“BAD DOG!” 

Paul had barely made it across the room when Daddy grabbed him by the shirt collar and turned him over onto his back. Paul struggled, but Daddy quickly managed to rip open Paul’s dress shirt, revealing the man’s firm hairy pecs and belly. Daddy ripped up the rest of the shirt and even got the tie off. Paul was amazed by how fast Daddy was at stripping him, the man’s hands already undoing Paul’s belt. Daddy quickly wrapped the belt around Paul’s neck and pulled tight, causing Paul to stop struggling. 

“There we go, that should keep you still for a moment, dog” said Daddy, keeping his grip on the belt firm. Paul was forced to stay still as Daddy cut off the man’s dress pants, revealing Paul’s white briefs. Paul was furious and felt for the first time in ages - vulnerable. Daddy cupped Paul’s crotch, causing the man to scream in fury into his gag. 

“AHHH what a nice surprise. Daddy dresses all his dungeon boys in tighty whities. Nice that you already have them. Unfortunately for you, Paul. You will be my dog and, as I said before, dogs should be naked”

“NO! NO! NO!” 

But the briefs were ripped off too, leaving Paul in nothing but his black dress socks. Paul screamed again into the gag, struggling now despite the still tight belt around his neck. Daddy’s hands rubbed Paul’s hairy belly, caressing his nipples and moving down to the man’s cock/low hanging balls. Paul’s thick cock was suddenly being pumped, Daddy slowly jerking the straight man. 

“YOU SICK FUCK, GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY COCK!” 

“This is my cock now. Your body belongs to Daddy.” 

“NO! NO!” 

“Such a wild beast, you must be so full of cum. Don’t worry, Daddy will get it all out and make you calm” 

Daddy pulled on the belt again, forcing Paul to lay still or barely be able to breathe. Paul’s legs were forced open as Daddy continue to milk the man. 

“WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?!” cried Paul, almost in tears. A strong older straight man now humiliated beyond imagining. 

“Because....Daddy needs a new pet” 

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“Pups don’t have hands, they have paws. The leather mitts I locked over your hands will help you to realize this. Your hands are useless now. And they will stay that way. Pups also don’t speak, which as we saw yesterday, you love to do. Bad dog. So the leather panel gag that’s locked over your mouth will keep you nice and quiet. And Daddy will begin teaching you various “Woofs” to communicate with, so that will be the only vocalizations I will allow. The metal collar that I’ve locked on your neck has a name tag with your new name. You are no longer Paul, your name will be Fido. Your cock is locked up in a chastity device to remind you that it belongs to your owner now, not you. And yes you will be milked again soon, boy. Daddy enjoyed swallowing your cum. And yes Fido, that’s a butt plug tail shoved up your ass. No it’s not coming out yet. A dog must have its tail. Finally, tomorrow morning, I will hypnotize your mind  completely and wipe away any trace of Paul. All that will remain will be my Fido. Awww I think I’ve broken you. Look at those tears. I know, Fido... so many changes. Let Daddy rub your belly, that will make the dog feel better’ 

Paul sobbed in horror - muzzled, mitted, collared, cock locked up and tail deep in his ass - as Daddy reached into the dog cage that the man had been squeezed into and massaged Paul’s hairy belly. 

“Whose Daddy’s good boy? Fido is.....or at least you will be soon. Enjoy the last night of your mind, boy. Tomorrow you become a true mindless dog slave. Your mind wiped clean”

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“Suck Fido!” 

Fido crawled on hands and knees, naked and leashed, to Daddy. He placed his head in between the man’s legs and began nuzzling Daddy’s crotch with his face. Fido’s tongue hung out of his mouth, slobbering. 

“Does Fido want cock?” 

“WOOF!” 

“Fido likes Daddy’s cock, right?” 

“WOOF! WOOF!” 

Daddy put a hand on the back of Fido’s head and brought his face further into Daddy’s crotch. Daddy unzipped his own pants and let his massive cock fall onto Fido’s face. 

“Sniff Fido” 

Fido sniffed and moaned like a good boy. 

“You love cock, right?” 

Fido nodded and licked at Daddy’s cock. 

“Good boy, Fido” 

Daddy petted Fido’s head. 

“Now put it in your mouth and suck Daddy. Take it deep down that throat or I’ll whip your ass” 

“WOOF!” 

Fido began furiously sucking Daddy, the cock going deep in his mouth. Fido gagged, but continued sucking with his tongue licking the head. Daddy suddenly grabbed Fido by the hair and pulled him off. 

“Let’s hear from Paul again” 

Fido’s mind suddenly snapped back, out of hypnosis, and into Paul again. 

“DUDE PLEAASE STOP THIS! THIS IS SO HUMILIATING! PLEASE LET ME GO! PLEASE I CAN’T SUCK ANOTHER COCK! I CAN’T BE A DOG! I’M NOT A DOG! I’M NOT A FUCKING DOG!” 

Daddy smiled. 

“Silence. Back to Fido” 

Paul went away again and in front of Daddy was nothing but a slobbering mutt staring up at Daddy with adoring eyes. Daddy petted the dog again and brought Fido’s mouth back to his cock. Daddy fucked Fido’s mouth hard until he came down it. 

“Good boy, Fido. Good boy. Swallow every last drop” 

[boydaddy52]

Ethan becomes a toy

Ethan was a 19 year old black football jock from the local college and a troublemaker. He was full of ego and thought himself the king of the campus, despite the fact that he was still relatively young. But his skills at football made him popular, as he had been in high school, so any bad behavior was largely overlooked. He had his pick of girls, he was slightly a bully and got ridiculously drunk on the weekends. But the thing that landed him in Daddy’s dungeon was a stupid prank. One night he suggested to his frat brothers that they go put shaving cream on every professor’s car that they could find in the surrounding neighborhood. The frat brothers drunkenly agreed and off they went. It was halfway through the night when Ethan, in his football jacket, sweater, jeans and white nike sneakers, poured shaving cream on the wrong car. Not someone from the university. Not some professor that had done them wrong. This was Daddy’s car. The minute Ethan started to wreck the car, something suddenly hit his neck. What the fuck? he thought as he pulled a dart from his neck. He barely had time to register this before his feet fell out from under him and Ethan fell down on Daddy’s lawn. His body completely immobile. Right before he passed out, Ethan saw an older man hover over him.  He smiled at Ethan, took off the boy’s sneakers, picked Ethan up by his ankles and began dragging him towards Daddy’s house. 

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Ethan woke up sitting on the floor of the living room. What the hell happened? His mind was foggy and he could barely open his eyes. He went to stand up and quickly found that his arms were tied behind him with rope, as were his ankles. This caused Ethan to fully wake up. He began to struggle, rolling over from a sitting position onto his side and that’s when he realized he was almost naked. His clothes had been stripped away leaving him in his grey boxer briefs and black nike socks. 

“HELP! HELP!” screamed Ethan, as he tried to pick at the ropes holding his wrists together, but the cries came out muffled. What was on his mouth?! Tape?! He was tape gagged! Like someone had taken a roll of tape and went around his mouth several times in order to form a tight gag! What the fuck?! 

“Silence, you whore” 

A big hand reached down and gripped Ethan by the hair, forcing the boy onto his feet. Ethan trying to find his balance without use of his hands or legs. The big hand left his head and gripped the boy’s balls. Ethan whimpered, the man’s strength keeping a tight grip on the boy’s crotch as he struggled. Ethan now got his first good look at his captor in the light. The man was maybe in his mid - sixties, white, with a big beer belly, and biceps that looked like they could choke Ethan. For a moment, Ethan had thought that he could take the old man, but just feeling the man’s grip on his crotch made Ethan think otherwise. This was bad, he thought. Really bad. 

“You’ve been a naughty boy, Ethan” said the man as he let go of Ethan’s crotch and returned his grip to the boy’s hair. “Playing that prank on Daddy’s car. Very naughty. Don’t worry though, I’ll make you into a good boy”  “Let me go! Let me fuckin’ go!” screamed Ethan into his gag.  “Can’t understand a word that you’re saying, boy. You’ve been silenced. You’re Daddy’s boy now, you don’t need to speak. Just obey. I’m Daddy and I’m gonna teach you how to please me. How to be a good obedient sex toy”  “Sex toy?!” shouted Ethan.  “That’s right, boy. Now, let’s get you down into the dungeon” Ethan shook his head wildly, but in one movement, he was scooped up into Daddy’s arms and carried down a flight of stairs. When he saw ‘the dungeon”, he squirmed. A large basement full of bondage equipment across the walls - whips, paddles, chains, cuffs, all types of gags, clamps, riding crops, a chest of draws filled with what looked like white briefs and socks?. And then there were the bondage tables, a large bed fitted with restraints, a dog cage and a spanking bench. 

He was dumped onto one of the bondage tables, his tape gag quickly removed, causing Ethan to cry out from the pain of ripping off tape. 

“Yo what the fuck, dude?! YO LET ME GO! LOOK, I’M SORRY ABOUT YOUR CAR, OK?! I’M SO SORRY! Untie me, you bastard. People will be looking for me, you know that, right?! You’re going to be in so much trouble, you sick faggot!” 

“Open wide” 

‘NO! NO! WHAT IS THAT?! NO! YO FUCK OFF!” 

Daddy held the boy’s nose and forced a large red ball gag into Ethan’s mouth, securing it behind the boy’s neck with a tiny lock. He then took scissors to Ethan’s boxer briefs, leaving the boy naked besides his socks. Ethan’s big dick and low hanging balls on full display. Ethan could barely keep his hands off his dick in college, constantly jerking off and loving whenever he could show off his big dick to a girl. But now with Daddy starting to jerk him, Ethan was a mess.  “GET YOUR HAND OFF MY DICK!” 

Daddy slapped the boy’s balls. 

“Bad boy, you don’t tell Daddy what to do. Such a big stud, gonna get so much cum out of you. Now let’s get these socks off. Daddy has particular taste when it comes to socks and I don’t like these” Daddy quickly slipped off Ethan’s socks. And now the boy was fully naked, ball gagged and struggling on the table. Daddy took a pair of white socks from the chest of draws and dressed Ethan’s feet in them. To Ethan’s horror, the man then mouthed each foot, sniffing them too. 

“Such a pretty boy” said Daddy, letting his hands explore the rest of Ethan’s body. 

Drool was flowing out of the ball gag and onto Ethan’s abs, making them shiny in the dungeon light. Ethan continued to scream at Daddy as the man took two nipple clamps from one of the walls and attached them to either of the boy’s nipples. The pain was unbearable, Ethan couldn’t believe it. Daddy took a riding crop off the wall as well and began flicking it against the soles of Ethan’s socked feet.  “OW YOU FUCK!” cried Ethan through the ball gag. 

“Now boy, let’s start with that apology. Daddy’s wants to hear you apologize again and this time, I’ll make you mean it” 

The riding crop came down hard on Ethan’s feet.

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Ethan was kept in tighty whities and white calf high socks. Daddy had given him a lecture on how boys shouldn’t wear boxers or boxer briefs, they should always be in briefs. He was assured that this would be the only two pieces of clothing that Daddy would allow him to wear in his presence. Daddy didn’t even allow the boy to put them on himself. Every morning, Daddy put new briefs and socks on Ethan, adjusting them to his liking. Ethan hated it, his big cock feeling stuffed in the tighty whities, but Daddy loved seeing the outline of the boy’s massive cock tucked against the brief fabric. Ethan also hated Daddy’s obsession with socked feet, enduring hours of the man caressing his socked feet and worshipping them. 

Daddy had made other changes to Ethan, waxing the boy’s body hair and cutting his hair into a short buzz cut. His wrist and ankles were now always encased in thick leather cuffs, the kind that Daddy could secure into anything, Ethan feeling the weight of them whenever he moved. His mouth always gagged with some form of gag. Daddy liking him in a muzzle most days. In terms of sex, the boy had been taught how to suck via a dildo and was milked daily in various positions (a vibrator pressed firmly against his cock forcing him to cum multiple times). After multiple orgasms, Ethan would plead with the man - saying he had no more cum to give - but Daddy would just start the vibrator up again. 

“Can’t fool me, boy. A teen like you has endless cum. Give it to Daddy” 

Despite the milkings, Ethan had yet to be used fully. Training had mostly been to break him down into submission, which had yet to fully occur. But then came the morning of giving his first blow job....

“Good morning boy” said Daddy, one day - a month into Ethan’s training. “You know what to do, we practiced this with a dildo. Now it’s time for the real thing. Get on your hands and knees” 

Ethan got on his hands and knees, crawling over to Daddy. Daddy had replaced Ethan’s muzzle with an O ring gag - just for this moment. The boy’s lips reaching over the metal O of the gag. Daddy petted Ethan’s head and pulled the briefs slightly down, revealing the boy’s ass. 

“Nuzzle my crotch, boy” 

Ethan obeyed, rubbing his face against Daddy’s crotch, the memory of his last disobedience still in his head - Daddy had whipped the boy hard for resisting this morning’s milking yet again.  “Good boy, you want Daddy’s cock? You gonna blow Daddy every morning” 

Ethan felt disgust rising in him that soon he would have a man’s cock in his mouth. But there was no escape, he had learned that quickly. This man had him and he was now slowly turning into Daddy’s toy. Daddy took out his own cock for the first time and Ethan’s eyes went wide, the thing was thick as hell. Ethan tried to pull his head back, but Daddy held him down, forcing the cock through the ring and into Ethan’s mouth. Ethan gagged on it immediately, but Daddy ignored him and began face fucking Ethan furiously. 

“That’s it, boy. That’s it. All the way down to the base and back up to the shaft. Lick it! Yeah that’s it, let your tongue circle the head. Good slut. Good toy! How does it feel to have a man inside you? I’m gonna use you everyday now. Get ready for your training to become much more cock oriented. Gonna use your pretty ass next. Ahhh fuck, your throat feels so good. Here it comes, you ready? You ready?!” 

Ethan choked on the huge load of cum that sprayed out of Daddy, pushing himself away from the man and spitting out the cum. Daddy rose in anger and slapped Ethan. 

“You spit out Daddy’s seed. It’s your duty to swallow it. We’ll have to discipline you for that” 

Daddy grabbed Ethan by the neck and brought him down to the dungeon. He strung up the boys arms in chains coming from the ceiling, forcing Ethan onto his tip toes. He took out the O ring gag.  “I’m sorry Daddy” said Ethan with a smirk. Despite whatever punishment he was about to receive, part of him loved that he had pissed the man off. You gonna use me like that, old man? I’ll make sure you don’t get full satisfaction. 

Daddy brought up a large leather spanking paddle with studs on it. Ethan’s eyes went wide. Oh fuck.....

“Gonna make you squeal, boy. But first...” 

Daddy revealed something else in his hands. A lubed up butt plug. 

“Let’s open you up for later....”

Ohhh fuckkkk.  

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Ethan woke up tied to the dungeon bed on his stomach, his body tied spread eagle. He was naked besides the white socks. His mouth without a gag for once. He must’ve passed out during the spanking. Then he felt it. The butt plug, his hole contracting against it. He had forgotten.

“You’re gonna become a true sex toy tonight”  “Yo dude please don’t....please I’m begging you...” 

“I thought I’d trained all of that “Yo dude” speech out of you”  “Please Daddy, please...” 

“Shhh be a good boy and accept your place” said Daddy as the man petted Ethan’s head. “I guarantee you, you’ll enjoy this” 

Daddy took the butt plug out and Ethan gasped, as the man immediately began licking Ethan’s asshole. Waves of pleasure suddenly washed over Ethan and he was holding back a moan. Daddy went deeper with his tongue, and Ethan couldn’t hold it any longer. He moaned like a bitch in heat. What was happening? He was a proud straight boy, even after everything this man had put it him through. He wasn’t going to be suddenly enjoying - 

“OHHHHH!” 

Ethan’s cock was getting hard with each lick of tongue. 

“That’s it boy, enjoy it”  Daddy stuck two fingers into Ethan’s ass, quickly finding the boy’s prostate and stimulating it. Ethan bit into one of the pillows, but found that his whole body was shaking with pleasure. And then he surprised himself- 

“FUCK ME DADDY! FUCK YOUR TOY!” 

In seconds, Daddy was on top of him. The man’s huge belly pressing Ethan into the bed as he began fucking the boy. Daddy hand gagged Ethan, but the boy’s moans were incredibly loud. Ethan’s eyes were rolling into the back of his head in pleasure as the man’s thick cock continued to fill him. All of his struggling was leaving him. All of his hatred of this man was leaving him. All that mattered right now was that he continue to ride this cock. That this feeling never end. For all this time, Ethan had cursed the night that he trashed Daddy’s car. Now he found himself grateful for it? What in the world - 

“Say you love Daddy’s cock!” 

“I LOVE DADDY’S COCK!”  “From now on, you’ll take every load I give you. In the mouth or the ass. You’ll accept it and thank me” 

“YES DADDY!” 

“Are you Daddy’s sex toy? My good boy?” 

Before Ethan could even think of a response, he cried out - 

“I’M DADDY’S TOY!! I”M DADDY’S LITTLE WHORE! I’M DADDY’S SLUT!” 

And with that Daddy came deep inside him and Ethan truly accepted/learned to love his new role. 

[boydaddy52]

The Warehouse

Hank was the most beautiful boy in high school. Long wavy brown hair with a stunning body that he used to play football. When he walked down the hall, the 18 year old commanded attention and all the girls were loudly mourning his graduation in a few months. Hank’s final goal before leaving high school was to gain a date with the most in demand girl - Amber Rays. She was famously part of the Rays sisters, a group of popular girls that had been desired at the school for years as they went through various grades. But in order to do that he had go through Mr Rays, Amber’s dad and a math teacher at the school. This was legendarily tough to do, as Mr. Rays was very picky when deciding who should be allowed to date his daughters. In fact many boys who asked out various Rays sisters over the years seemed to just.....disappear after graduation. Which no one seemed to question but was part of the legend of the Rays. But Hank wasn’t spooked by that, he was determined to have a night with Amber. Maybe even fuck her, that would be insanely great. He was sure she’d enjoy it, he had always prided himself on having a very nice cock. 

Hank stepped into Mr. Rays’s classroom after class. 

“Mr. Rays, sir, could we talk for a moment?” 

“Ah Hank, of course, what can I do for you?” Mr. Rays was a tall gentlemen and athletic for someone in their late fifties. He could be seen running around the neighborhood every morning, working up a sweat. He wore thick rimmed glasses and had a thick gray mustache. 

“Well, sir, I was wondering if I could have a date with Amber” 

“Ohhhh” said Mr. Rays, whose facial expression towards Hank seemed to change in a flash. From something welcoming to something more ambiguous. “Well you know, Hank, she doesn’t have much time right now. She’s focusing on getting ready for college”

“As am I, sir, I just....I think we’d hit it off really well. And I’ve always admired her. It would just be one night, surely she could have one night” 

“Hmmm I guess that wouldn’t be too bad. I need her home by midnight though” 

“Of course” 

“Well here, why don’t you meet her at this restaurant that I trust. I’ll write down the address and you can drive there at 8pm on Friday. Okay?” 

Hank’s face lit up as he took the post it from Mr. Rays with the address. Was this really happening? Would he really get to date and fuck Amber? Holy shit! He was so exited. Mr. Rays still looked at the boy with.....suspicion though....and something odd....like excitement? Hank couldn’t place it, but the man’s eyes were weirdly looking up and down Hank’s body in a way that freaked him out. It didn’t matter though, this odd barrier in getting to Amber had been crossed. He had his date. 

“Thank you so much!”  

“Oh thank you Hank. I’m sure it will be a night to remember” 

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Hank pulled up to the address in his car on Friday at 8pm sharp. He was dressed in a nice button down, tight blue jeans and white nike sneakers. Under all of that was his favorite pair of blue diamond boxers and white socks that went up to his calves. He had even put on cologne to smell extra nice. When he got out of the car though and walked around....something was off. The restaurant looked more like a warehouse. He still opened the door and walked in, but the space was dark. Where the fuck was he? And where was Amber? Had that bastard given him the wrong address? 

Suddenly the door to the warehouse slammed behind him, truly sending the space into pitch blackness. Hank couldn’t see at all, but he suddenly heard someone else. 

“Amber? Is that you? What’s going on?!” 

Before Hank could say anything else, someone snuck up behind him and pressed a rag to the boy’s face. The rag smelled of medicine and despite Hank’s struggling to free himself (it was obvious that a man was restraining him, the guy’s strong arms felt like stone wrapping around Hank), Hank found that he was quickly passing out. What the fuck was going on?! He had walked into a trap. That was obvious now. The legends of boys disappearing after asking out a Rays sister seemed to be more true than originally thought.....and now Hank was joining their ranks. 

Hank passed out in the man’s arms and was laid down on the floor. The boy’s sneakers were roughly taken off, his jeans quickly slipped off, his button down ripped open - sending buttons flying. The boy now lay in nothing but his boxers and white socks. 

His captor grabbed the boy by the ankles and dragged him further into the warehouse. 

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Hank woke up to the sound of machines. The sound of pumping. His head felt heavy but he managed to slowly open his eyes. He was in a large brightly lit room of the warehouse, seated in a chair.....like a leather arm chair....but something.....holy shit he was naked. Hank looked down and gasped. He was naked, besides his white socks which had been left on. His body was strapped into the chair by thick leather straps around his ankles, wrists, thighs, chest and forehead. But the thing that really freaked him out was what was on his crotch! A big belt that attached to a pump around his cock, the pump had a tube flowing out of the top of it that went high into the ceiling. The pump felt like it was suctioned onto to the base of his cock and was currently warming it. Hank tried to scream, but found to his continued horror, that a leather panel gag had been stuffed in his mouth. What the fuck?!!! Hank struggled in the chair, the leather straps creaking under his movement. His socked feet wiggling. 

“HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!” screamed Hank into the gag, but it barely came out as anything more than muffled moans. 

And then he heard more muffled moans and turned his head as much as the leather strap on his forehead would allow. On either side of him in the room, were more boys strapped into leather chairs, all naked besides white socks, all put into cock pumps, all of them ranging from probably ages 18 to 32, all of them gagged. Hank watched as the pumps jerked all of these boys, the boys struggling and moaning from being jerked for.....Hank could only guess how long. And then he gasped again.....he recognized some of these boys. Some of the younger ones at least. 

There was Joe, a wrestler who had graduated two years ago. The boy was still a beast with big huge muscles and a shaved head, but here he was captured and being milked. The two boys recognized each other for a moment and then averted their eyes, as if both of them were too humiliated to acknowledge each other. Then there was Kyle, who graduated just the year before. A skater boy with thick blonde hair, longer than even Hanks. Kyle had been known for selling weed in the high school parking lot, and everyone had figured the kid had gone to jail for that. Kyle’s hair was in his face, but Hank could see he was in a lot of pain, mainly from a pair of nipple clamps that were secured on his nipples. To Hanks’ right and down a few boys was Timothy, a math genius from four years ago at the school. A short boy with curly brown hair -Timothy had been Mr. Rays’s star student, winning math competitions constantly. Timothy saw Hank and his eyes filled with pity and yearning for an old friend. 

“MAKE IT STOP! PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!” cried Timothy through his gag as Hank watched the boy’s pump work fast on the boy’s cock. In a groan, Timothy came and his cum traveled up the pump’s hose and into the ceiling. 

The rest of the boys around him, Hank didn’t know. They were too old, ranging probably all the way into late twenties or thirties. All of them having made the mistake of asking out a Rays sister over the years and now here they were. And as if the man had heard this very thought.....Mr Rays stepped into the room. 

“Ahhh good evening boys, everybody doing well?” 

There was a reply of angry and pleading moans. 

“Good boys. I’d like to introduce our newest member to the milking warehouse. Hank.”

“FUCK YOU, YOU SICK FUCK! LET ME GO!” screamed Hank - but the gag rendered it more like “mmhpmmp!” 

“I know this must be quite the shock. But as all of these boys have learned, I wasn’t about to let a horny young stud like you near my daughters. No way. You’ll be put to better use here. I’m doing a service to society, milking all of you horny bitches dry every day. Just think of the girls I’m saving from your humping. That’s it, struggle. I like that, it makes me hard. Now why don’t we start up your pump, Hank” 

Hank shook his head violently as Mr. Rays petted the boy’s head like he was petting a dog, took out a remote control and started up Hank’s pump. The pump immediately began jerking Hank at an intense level, getting Hank hard instantly. Hank moaned, Mr. Rays feeling up the boy’s body from his chest to his legs to his socked feet. 

“Such a pretty boy, Hank. An eighteen year old like you should produce so much cum. How many times do you jerk off in a day? I bet a lot. Give Mr. Rays your cum, boy. Give it up” 

Hank started to cry as he felt himself getting closer to orgasm. Mr. Rays leaned down and sucked Hank’s nipples, causing the boy to cum in a great gush. The cum going up the pump’s hose and into the ceiling. But Mr. Rays kept the pump going...

“Please no!” cried Hank. 

“We’ll keep you going for a few hours, don’t worry the pump will keep your cock lubed’‘

Hours?! This man was insane! 

“Do you know what I do with all of your cum. I drink it for myself, but I also sell it to local older men. In fact, they can order subscriptions to each boy here. Getting a weekly sample delivered to their home. Makes a lot of money for me. We even have tasting parties, where older men can taste you boys like they’re sampling fine wine....and for an extra price they can have some fun with you. Have you ever been fucked by a man before, you eighteen year old bitch?” 

Hank’s eyes went even wider. No no, this wasn’t happening! This couldn’t happen! Mr. Rays smiled at Hank’s panic. 

“You will be, I’ll break you in before anyone else does. Now cum again for me, Hank. Be a good boy and cum”

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“Ahh I always love the eighteen year olds, they taste so fresh” 

“I prefer a little older, the 21 - 23 year olds are usually perfect” 

“This one is so beautiful, look at that lush long brown hair. Perfect teenager” 

“And his cock is just stunning” 

“Definitely a nice stud that I’d like to devour” 

“You said the sample is only a day old? Do you have any that has aged a bit? I wanna make sure I like both fresh and aged cum from this boy” 

Hank stood helplessly in another part of the warehouse, as he was put on display for one of Mr. Rays’ tasting parties. He had been placed on a pedestal, blindfolded so he couldn’t see any of the old men inspecting him. But he could hear drinks being served, most likely glasses full of his own cum for these men to taste. His wrists were tied above him by leather cuffs hanging down from the ceiling, his legs spread wide by leather ankle cuffs on either side of the pedestal. He had been fitted with a ball gag for this occasion and drool was dripping down onto his abs. A cock ring had been placed at the base of his cock to keep him hard. A new pair of white socks that went up to his knees had been fitted on his feet. His hair had been put in a pony tail and a large metal collar had been fitted on his neck. His body had been rubbed down with oil to make it shiny. 

“How long has this stud been captured?” 

“Hank will now have been part of the warehouse for two months” 

Two months?! Hank couldn’t believe it. But then again time now seemed endless, just endless days of being milked, being forced to eat from dog bowls like animals, being forced to exercise to keep up his body and then being placed right back into the milking machines. It was tough existence and any refusal of it resulted in rough punishment. Hank had already been whipped one day for trying to tackle Mr. Rays. His back still bore some scars from that. 

“Can we touch him?” 

“Of course” 

Hank grunted into his gag as he felt one of the men place a hand between the boy’s butt cheeks, feeling up his hole. Another man reached out and squeezed Hank’s balls and yet another kissed his neck. 

“Stop please no!” cried Hank thru the ball gag. 

“Damn I love when they beg” 

“God he’s so hot”

“Beautiful tight hole” 

“Beg more boy, come on. Why don’t you work up some tears for us, huh? Get us going” 

Another man began jerking Hank and another had lifted up one of the boy’s legs and was slowly caressing the sole of Hank’s socked feet. 

“NO! NO PLEASE STOP TOUCHING ME!” In some ways, this was worse than the daily milkings. Hank found himself indeed getting worked up to the point of tears, tears streaming down past the blindfold. 

“Aww so nice. That makes me hard” 

“Can we fuck him?” 

“Not until I do” said Mr. Rays. 

“No NO NO!” cried Hank thru the ball gag. He pulled at his restraints, causing the men to laugh. Mr. Rays stepped up onto the pedestal behind Hank and grabbed onto the boy’s hips. 

“Let’s put on a show for them, huh? You gonna be a good boy, Hank? Let me take your ass and take your anal virginity right away” whispered Mr. Rays into Hank’s ear. Mr. Rays then violently pulled Hank’s pony tail, forcing the boy’s head back and bit into Hanks’ neck. Hank shouted in pain. 

“You feel that thing in my pants?” asked Mr. Rays as he grinded against Hank’s ass. “You feel that hard thing in my pants? It wants you. I’M GONNA FUCK MY NEW BOY TONIGHT, MEN!!”

The men of the party roared in approval as Hank heard Mr. Rays get undressed and position himself again. Mr. Rays grabbed Hank’s pony tail again, pulled the boy’s head back, spit on his own cock and entered the boy with a thrust. The crowd roared again in cheers as Hank was fucked for the first time. 

“Scream! Scream you teenage cunt! Scream for me!” 

Hank did scream into the ball gag, Mr. Rays cock fucking him brutally. Mr. Rays never letting go of the boy’s pony tail, using it as something to restrain the boy with. The fucking hurt like hell and yet the longer it went on, the more pleasurable sensations started to fill his body. Each thrust of the cock was suddenly sending waves of pleasure into him and Hank’s cock began dripping pre-cum. One of the other men kneeled down and began sucking Hank, Hank gasping at the warm mouth and tongue moving up and down his shaft. 

“FUCK THE BOY! FUCK THE BOY!” The men started chanting. Hank found himself breathing heavily and in a big moan, came down the throat of the man sucking him. This was enough to send Mr. Rays over the edge and Hank felt his ass fill with the man’s sperm. 

“You slut! Did that feel good you bitch?” 

“He gushed down my throat, it tasted amazing” 

“I loved watching that”  

“Alright men, I’ve now broken the boy in. Let’s start the bidding for who will fuck Hank next tonight. You can also begin singing up on that clipboard over there, if you would like to begin receiving weekly deliveries of Hanks’ cum to drink, along with special access to the boy for those of you who pay extra. Come on, get those wallets out. We have a beautiful boy here just waiting for more cock, isn’t that right, Hank?” 

“Mhpmmp!!!” moaned Hank thru the ball gag, exhausted, spent and sweating. 

“You hear that? He wants more cock! Who will give this eighteen year old bitch more cock?!” said Mr. Rays, petting Hank’s head. All Hank could do was wait to cum and be fucked again and again and again....and again. 

[boydaddy52]

Attitude Adjustment

Josh was a 19 year old with a tough cocky attitude. He went around his high school constantly looking for a fight and thought he was hot enough to deserve everyone’s worship. And he was hot, girls constantly wanted to get into his pants at parties. He was seen as a guy you definitely wanted to hang out with or gain the favor of, an utterly cool dude that didn’t give a fuck. But his cocky attitude was annoying in someone barely 19 and the neighborhood wanted the boy put to better use/disciplined. So Daddy was called to see if he would be interested in capturing the boy for his dungeon. One look at Josh and Daddy was happy to take the troublesome teen. 

Daddy followed Josh around for weeks, studying the boy’s patterns. He even snuck into the boy’s house and set up cameras to watch Josh jerk off at night. The 19 yr bitch was a horny fuck, as all teenagers are, barely able to keep his hands off his body. He came in the morning, right after school and then again before bed. His room must smell like cum constantly and his boxers must be full of stains, thought Daddy. Very yummy. The sight of the boy in boxers though, angered Daddy. Daddy firmly believed that boys belonged in tighty whities. That would be one of the first lessons he’d teach this brat. 

Josh was easily chloroformed walking home from school one day, the boy fought like crazy but he was no match for Daddy’s strong arms. He was thrown into the back of the dungeon van, passed out in a white t shirt, gold chain necklace, red boxers, blue gym shorts, white nike socks and white nike sneakers. Daddy caressed the passed out boy’s hair and kissed him, sticking his tongue down Josh’s throat. Daddy was gonna have fun with this one. 

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Josh woke up on a sofa, with his head pounding. What the fuck had happened? Where was he? He could barely open his eyes. It looked like he was in some sort of living room. He had been walking back home, when....what? Oh fuck some guy had tackled him! HAD HE BEEN KIDNAPPED?! Fuck no no no. Josh dug into his pocket, looking for his phone, only to find it gone, along with his wallet. FUCK. Josh tried to get up and found that he couldn’t. His body was barely responding to any command. 

A door opened nearby and in stepped a muscle bear of a Daddy. The man was huge with silver hair and a mustache, probably about sixty and looked like he could beat Josh down in seconds. He had a beer belly, but Josh suspected it was firm. Josh felt a lump in his throat. He could get out of anything in high school. He was famous for that, but this was some next level shit. Daddy took a seat opposite Josh. 

“How you doing, boy?” 

“What the.....fuck.....dudee.....yo let me go....whatthe” Josh could barely mumble out words.  “The door is right there. Try to move”  “Fuck. You” Josh managed to lift his arms up and give Daddy two middle fingers. The man knew Josh couldn’t move, it was a cruel joke. Daddy just smiled, reached over and slapped Josh twice in the face. 

“Such a naughty teen. You need an attitude adjustment. Don’t worry, Daddy will help with that”

“Who the fuck....yooo fuck....I’‘m gonna kill you fucker”

Daddy grabbed a fist full of Josh’s hair and spat in his face. 

“You will call me Daddy, boy. You’re my sex slave now”  “FUCK!” screamed Josh. Daddy leaned down and undid Josh’s sneakers, the boy trying to get up the strength to kick him....but there was barely any movement. Josh’s hands still stuck giving the middle finger. In moments, Daddy slipped Josh’s sneakers off, revealing calf high white nike socks. Josh stared at the man, his face full of rage. 

“Rule number one of Daddy’s dungeon, no sneakers allowed. Daddy loves boys in white socks. I’ll let you keep yours. You’ll never wear anything else on your feet again besides nice comfy white socks” 

“You sick...fuck” 

Daddy grabbed Josh’s ankles and began feeling up the boy’s socked feet, running a hand up and down the boy’s soles. Josh was pulled off the sofa and onto the floor as a result, his legs kicking finally but not enough to free his feet from the man’s grasp. His hands caressing the boy’s socked feet, tickling them, and sending shivers throughout Josh’s body. Daddy even sniffed each each sock. 

“So much energy and anger in a naughty teenager. I like that, it makes me hard thinking about how I’ll discipline that out of you” 

“LET GO OF MY FEET!’ Daddy mouthed the boy’s socked feet and with all of his might, Josh managed to kick Daddy in the face, hard enough to get free. Josh began to crawl on the floor, forgetting about gathering his sneakers, and just trying to make his way to the door of the room. Daddy laughed at the boy’s crawling. He was almost there, thought Josh. Just a few more feet and he could pull himself up to the door....wherever the hell he had been taken. For all Josh knew, they were miles away from anything he knew. 

But Daddy grabbed the boy by the hair and held another chloroform rag to the boy’s mouth. 

“MMHPMHM!” screamed Josh as the rag was pressed firmly to him. The smell quickly making him even more out of it. 

“Shhh such wild struggling. Such a wild animal. It’s okay, Daddy’s gonna take good care of you” said Daddy as he petted Josh’s head. The boy made one final effort, his socked feet kicking in the air and then everything went dark...and Josh passed out again. 

Daddy smiled at the boy and lifted Josh over his shoulder. He opened the door that Josh had been trying to crawl toward; revealing not an exit....but the entrance to the dungeon and carried the boy down into his new home. 

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Daddy set the boy down on a bondage table and begin the process of getting the passed out boy properly ready for the dungeon. Daddy began by feeling/inspecting every inch of Josh. The boy’s white t shirt was ripped off, as well as his gold necklace. Josh spent days at the gym usually and while he had a thin build, it showed. His pecs and abs were firm and defined, the only hair on his chest being right around the nipples. Daddy leaned down and sucked both of Josh’s nipples, letting his tongue feel them. They tasted of beautiful sweat. He then wrapped an arm around the small of Josh’s back and kissed down the boy’s abs, burying his face in Josh’s gym shorts. Daddy grabbed the drawstring with his teeth and undid them, and then in one motion brought the boy’s legs together and slid them off. Josh now lay unconscious in just red boxers and white nike socks that went up the calf. The sight of this made Daddy rock hard. Daddy rolled Josh over onto his stomach, and ripped open the boy’s boxers, revealing a well defined bubble butt that had been formed through many gym squats. Daddy licked down the boy’s back and buried his face in Josh’s ass, smelling the ripeness and tonguing Josh’s tight hole. Daddy’s hands moved down Josh’s thighs, calfs, socked feet again. He flipped the boy back over, removed the rest of the boxers and took a look at Josh’s package. For nineteen, the boy was hung. A thick long cock with low hanging balls probably ready to burst with cum. Daddy knew right then that the boy would have to be hooked up to a milking machine for hours each day, to get as much of that beautiful teenage cum as possible. And to tire the bitch out. Daddy would drink him every day. Daddy spent some time sucking the boy, getting him hard and playing with the boy’s oversized balls. Then the boy was tied spread eagle, his limbs spread painfully wide by thick leather cuffs. Daddy descended on the boy and began dry humping him. 

“Soon I’m gonna cum in every hole of yours and you won’t be able to do a thing, you bad boy” Daddy whispered in the boy’s ear before sticking his tongue in it. 

He could’ve fucked the boy right here and now, but he wanted to wait for that. He wanted the boy awake for his first time with Daddy. So Daddy just settled on humping the brat, until he was moments from cumming in his jeans and pulled back. Despite the want to do everything to this bitch, Daddy had some restraint. 

“Now that you’ve been inspected and had Daddy’s mouth, hands, body on you for a bit... We need to get you properly dressed and shaved. But I want you awake for that. Let’s give you Daddy’s special injection....”

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Josh’s eyes fluttered open, he was lying on his back staring at the ceiling in a basement? He tried to lift his head and found that he couldn’t. He tried to move any part of his body....and found to his horror that he was ....not only tied up spread eagle....but unable to move. He didn’t have to look down at himself to know that he was naked besides his socks. Josh panicked. This sick fuck had captured him, stripped him, tied him up and probably did who knows what to him while he was passed out! This old man had said that Josh was now going to be his sex slave! What the fuck?! No no no, this couldn’t be happening. This wasn’t happening. He’d find a way to stop this. The cops must be looking for him now, right? Someone was coming to save him, right? He was a strong straight boy, he wasn’t gonna be turned into some pet! But the reason Josh was really really panicking, his breathing heavy and his eyes darting about, was because he knew he was on his own. He had been such an asshole to so many people that they probably didn’t blink an eye when he disappeared. Oh that’s just Josh, he probably ran off again, they probably said. He was trapped. If he was going to get out of this, he’d have to do it. And right now, there seemed no way out. 

“MHPPPMM!” cried Josh, his mouth unable to move. 

“Ah he wakes. I know, I know...you can’t move or speak, right? Daddy gave you a special injection. You’ll be unable to control your body for a while, don’t worry it will wear off, but not before I get you ready. You see, we need to prepare you to look like a proper dungeon boy. Let’s begin, huh?” 

“MHMPPP!” 

“First, we need to make you smooth, no more hair. I think we’ll shave your chest, your arm pits, your pubic area and your balls” 

Daddy took out some shaving cream and an electric razor, and began to shave the various parts of Josh’s body. 

“Make you nice and boyish looking. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with the shaving. As a teen, I’m sure some of this has just grown in, but....I don’t want it on you. And I control how you look now. It’s all about what keeps me hard, boy” 

Josh felt like crying, something he hadn’t experienced in years. As his body was made smooth in moments with the electric razor, he felt utterly helpless. He was a king in high school and now he could barely defend himself from this creep. 

“I’d shave your hole too, but I kind of like some hair there. Ok, there we go. All done. See that wasn’t so bad? Very quick.” Daddy leaned over and licked Josh’s now bare arm pits and the boy shut his eyes in a cringe. He stared down at his privates, now looking weird to him - bare of pubic or ball hair. This wasn’t fair, he wanted to pull against his restraints, he wanted to struggle! 

“MHPMMMP!” 

“Scream all you like, no one will hear you. Now, another big rule of Daddy’s dungeon is that all boys must be in tighty whities. Your boxers offended me, boy. Disgusted me actually. From now, you will be dressed in only tighty whities and white socks. I’ll pick out a new pair every day” 

Daddy undid the ankle restraints (leaving the leather cuffs on, but disconnecting them from the bondage table) and put the boy’s legs together. He took out a pair of calvin klein white briefs and slid them slowly up Josh’s legs, until they were on him. Daddy adjusted the crotch to his liking. 

“There we go, you look so pretty. Do they feel nice and comfy?” 

“MHMPPP!” 

“I bet they do” said Daddy as he caressed Josh’s crotch through the briefs and petted the boy’s head at the same time. Daddy undid the boy’s wrist restraints from the bondage table, flipped Josh over and positioned him over Daddy’s lap. 

“You’re gonna get your first spanking now and then we’ll continue on” 

“MMMMMP!” Josh couldn’t believe this. Here he was, dressed and shaved to this man’s liking, with leather cuffs on him, and now he was helplessly draped over his lap like a child.  If any of his friends from school saw this, Josh would be utterly humiliated. He was utterly humiliated right now though, even more than any school humiliation could do. A spanking? A fucking spanking?! Josh screamed through his closed mouth as much as he could, causing himself to drool a bit. 

SPANK. 

“BOYS MUST BE IN TIGHTY WHITIES AND WHITE SOCKS!” 

SPANK. 

“BOYS MUST BE IN TIGHTY WHITIES AND WHITE SOCKS!” 

SPANK. SPANK. SPANK! 

“BOYS MUST BE IN TIGHTY WHITIES AND WHITE SOCKS! YOU NAUGHTY BAD BAD BOY!”  SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK!

“MPHMMP!!! PLEAAAAASE!” Josh managed to push out that “please” out of utter desperation. His ass was on fire from the spanks. Daddy pulled down the briefs and looked at Josh’s ass, which was now bright red. 

“Very nice. Maybe now you will learn your lesson. What do boys wear?”

“MPHMP TIGHTTWIFFOJSKK WHITES ANDOUGMM WHTIE SODCKHS” mumbled Josh. 

“Good enough” 

Josh was placed back on the bondage table, on his stomach and then the briefs were pulled slightly down. 

“Now I know Josh that you are not a virgin. But I imagine you are a virgin in the ass, yes? Yes,  you are. So Daddy is gonna open you up a bit. You see this?” 

Josh’s eyes went wide as Daddy showed him a big butt plug. 

“WWHATTT” 

“It’s a butt plug, boy. Don’t worry, I’ll use a lot of lube” 

Josh pulled all of his wits together and managed to start slightly wiggling his body back and forth, his cries loud. No don’t put that thing in me! Don’t put it in me, you fucker! Yo fuck you! But Daddy’s hands were soon lubing up the boy’s hole and then slowly, inch by inch, the butt plug was forced into Josh. Josh’s moans growing louder as it went in. Tears were streaming down the boy’s face. 

“Awww it’s okay, that wasn’t too bad, right?” said Daddy licking up the boy’s tears from his face. “We’ll keep that in for a bit” 

“PLEASEEEEMPHGP! TAKEITOHGMOUT!” 

“No it stays in” 

Daddy slipped the briefs back up. 

“Now, because you are such a wild teen. I need something that is going to keep you nice and secure. So Daddy has chosen a nice leather straight jacket for you!” 

Daddy flipped Josh over and slipped the boy’s arms into the straight jacket, he was then flipped over again to secure the arms, which for this particular jacket were tied in the back. Josh felt every buckle and strap, as Daddy pulled each tight, extremely tight, and then finished off each part with a small lock. There was no way that Josh would be able to get out of the straight jacket alone, not with a ton of tiny locks on it. Josh moaned in fury. He felt so vulnerable. 

“There we go. Now let’s tie these ankles together again” Daddy took a piece of rope and tied the two ankle cuffs together tight, pulling Josh’s legs together once more. Josh was starting to feel his legs again and could now wiggle his toes in their socks. 

“I have a final part of your outfit, but I want to wait till the injection wears off and you can talk. So why don’t you just lay here and Daddy will be back in a little bit” 

Daddy left Josh on the bondage table. He made sure to wrap a chain around the boy’s ankle restraints, ensuring that even if the boy managed to roll off the table and hop around a bit....he wouldn’t go far. As for the fear that the boy might get up and grab something with his teeth to try to free himself....well Daddy knew how long it would be before the boy spoke again. He knew from experience, down to the minute, when that would happen. He’d be back before then....and besides - 

“Here’s something to keep you in place for now”  Daddy forced Josh’s head into a hood.  “NONONO!!!” screamed Josh as the hood went on.   “HMMMPPM LETT ME GO!!!!!” 

Daddy shut off the light and left the room. 

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“YO YOU SICK FAGGOT! LET ME GO!” screamed Josh into the hood. The control over his body was back finally, and Josh was thrashing back and forth on the bondage table. He was trying to push himself off the table to test how far the chain on his ankles went, but each movement reminded him painfully that a huge butt plug had been forced into his hole. He didn’t know how he would get the straight jacket off, especially considering the small locks on the straps behind his back, but he had successfully almost slid the hood off by brushing his face against the table. 

“GET BACK DOWN HERE AND FACE ME, YOU BASTARD! YO DUDE I WILL FUCK YOU UP! FUCK YOU FOR DOING THIS TO ME! FUCK!” 

The sound of leather creaking filled the space from the straight jacket and his ankle cuffs. His socked feet kicked against the table trying to dislodge the chain maybe. But in the back of his mind, Josh felt like all of this was futile. The man had him secured really well. Like really well. What was the last part of the uniform? Josh shook with terror at the thought of what was to come when Daddy returned. The boy screamed for Daddy to return so he could fight him, but deep down....Josh was scared. A feeling that he liked to instill in other people at high school, but almost never encountered in himself. And now, terror was filling his nineteen year old jock body from head to toe. 

“I”M NOT YOUR PLAY THING!” screamed Josh. And at that, the door to the dungeon opened and the lights switched back on. Daddy returned and took the hood off, began caressing the struggling boy’s forehead. Josh spit at Daddy, even tried to bite him. But Daddy just slapped Josh hard enough to stun him for a moment. 

“You are my play thing, Josh. I think I’ve made that clear. You ready for the next part of your uniform?” 

Daddy held up an object and Josh freaked out. 

“No, no please dude. Come on, fuck fuck. No. I’ll ....I’ll be good, ok? Fuck I’ll be a good boy. That’s what you want me to say, right?” 

“I want you silenced. I don’t believe a word you say, straight boy. You need to be silenced until you can speak to Daddy with respect” 

In Daddy’s hands was a muzzle, red around the mouth with black straps wrapping around the entire head to secure it. For some reason, more than the injection that had silenced him, the muzzle scared Josh even more. 

“I can show respect. I can do anything. I’ll be good, please don’t do this!” 

“How quickly he turns to begging....that won’t get you anything boy. Now open for the muzzle. This for your own good. You been such a naughty boy” 

“No no please!” 

“Shhh it’s okay. Daddy knows what’s best for you” 

“Please!!!” 

Daddy flipped Josh on his back, straddled the boy and held Josh’s nose until Josh had to gasp for air. Then Daddy forced the muzzle into Josh’s mouth and began tightening each strap along Josh’s head, securing each one with a small lock....just as he had done with the straight jacket. 

“The more you struggle, the tighter I’ll secure it. In fact, that’s what I’m gonna do. Tie it nice and tight because you’re fighting. Good boys accept what their Daddy gives them” 

Josh did stop fighting. In fact, all fight seemed to go out of him once the muzzle was fully in place. It felt like the final thing to be taken away him, his speech. He couldn’t move his limbs to fight this man and now he couldn’t use his voice either. He had gone through that with the injection, but that was temporary. Now he was fully restrained and he expected he’d be kept this way for a long time to come. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll take it out for meals and when I’m feeding you cock. But every other moment, you will be gagged. Either with this muzzle or another gag. That’s my next rule of Daddy’s dungeon, all boys MUST be gagged. You look so beautiful muzzled” 

Josh was crying again, tears coming down onto the leather of the muzzle. 

“Aww I know sweetheart. The first day in the dungeon is the toughest. I know, let’s get you milked. Your teenage balls must be aching for a release and that will get rid of some of this restless energy” 

Milked? What the fuck did that mean?! Just another new horror in this endless new life of horror for this young straight boy. He didn’t deserve this, thought Josh. Even after all the shitty bully things that he had pulled, he didn’t deserve to become a mindless sex slave. Would he ever get out of this? He had only just turned nineteen.....this could go on for years....

Daddy undid the chain around Josh’s ankle restraints and lifted the boy over his shoulder. He then placed him down in a large chair, strapping down the boy’s ankles, legs, chest and forehead into it. Daddy then pulled a cock pump that was attached to a large hose down from the ceiling. He reached into the fly of Josh’s briefs and pulled out his cock, placing it into the pump. The pump immediately suctioned around Josh’s cock. 

“What is this?! WHAT THIS IS FUCKING THING?!” screamed Josh through the muzzle. 

“It’s gonna make you cum over and over again, Josh. Your cum belongs to me now and I will have it whenever I want. Whether you like it or not” 

Daddy picked up a remote, flicked a switch, and immediately the pump roared to life - jerking Josh’s cock up and down with intense speed and surrounded his cock with a warm sensation. Josh found himself unable to resist and was almost instantly rock hard. He was suddenly moaning in pleasure through the muzzle. He couldn’t help it, it felt better than the best pussy he had ever had. And for some reason, the butt plug in his ass was making it more pleasurable.  “That’s it boy, give into it. Cum for Daddy, boy. Cum for Daddy” 

“AHHHH! FUCK I’M GONNA CUM!” screamed Josh through the muzzle. His cock let out a huge load into the pump and Daddy watched as the liquid made its way through the hose and deposited into a jar on a nearby shelf. 

“Aww boy, come on now. You’re still a teenager, your body is so horny at every moment. You can do better than that” 

Daddy flicked the pump on again and Josh was jerked for a second time. To the boy’s surprise, he came again in moments, filling more cum into the jar. 

“Once more” smiled Daddy. Josh shook his head violently. No please, he couldn’t. His body couldn’t possibly cum three times in a row so soon. He needed a break. Sure he had cum multiple times in a day, but this was forcing him to cum several times within minutes! But Daddy refused to hear “no’ and started the pump up again. 

In total, Daddy made the boy cum four times. He then took up the jar and drank up the cum in front of Josh. Josh looked on in disgust. 

“Hmmm so yummy, Josh.” 

Josh leaned back in the chair, exhausted as Daddy finally took the pump off. Despite fighting to stay awake, Josh suddenly fell into a deep sleep. Hoping, beyond all reality, that he’d wake up to find that this had just been a horrible dream. 

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“Wake up, slut!” 

WHIP!

Josh’s back suddenly filled with pain. He was now standing up. The straight jacket gone. His wrists still in leather cuffs, now attached to chains in the ceiling, and pulling his body up onto his tip toes. He was still dressed in white briefs and his white socks. His white socked feet barely brushing against the floor as Josh struggled to keep himself on tip toe. His legs were spread wide by a metal spreader bar. The muzzle still kept him gagged, as Daddy slammed a whip against the boy’s bare back, causing the boy to cry out as he woke up. 

“I’m gonna give the slut just what he deserves. We need to continually break you down boy and then reform you into a good sex toy. The breaking down means one thing....pain” 

WHIP!

The whip seared across Josh’s back again, causing the boy to rear up further on his toes. His balance going all over the place. He screamed into his muzzle. 

“Why are you doing this to me?!” Josh had yet to get an answer to that question since his capture. 

“Because you deserve it, boy. Say it with me now “I’ve been a bad boy and I deserve to be punished” 

WHIP! 

“I’ve....been a bad boy....and I deserve to be punished” 

“I can’t hear you through that muzzle, I want to hear you loud and clear. Say it again!” 

WHIP! 

“AHHH I’VE BEEN A BAD BOY AND I DESERVE TO BE PUNISHED!” 

“Much better” 

WHIP! 

“It hurts!!” 

“I know boy, I know. Shhh” 

WHIP! 

“I want you to say “I want to be a good boy for Daddy”  “I WANT TO BE A GOOD BOY FOR DADDY” Josh shouted through the muzzle. Daddy came up behind Josh and in one motion, pulled out the butt plug inside the boy, pulled down the briefs low enough and mounted Josh. Josh gasped into the muzzle. This man was fucking him! This man’s cock was inside him! Daddy’s hands grabbed the boy’s hips and began thrusting inside Josh. Josh cried out, the man’s thickness filling up his hole. It was both extremely painful and he had to admit.....pleasurable?  He found himself moaning in pain and ecstasy, the same way that he had when the cock pump was working him. What was happening to him? Just a little while ago, he would’ve never thought anything but pussy could give him pleasure. Now this man’s cock, his captor, was suddenly making him....feel things? It was utterly confusing. Daddy kissed the boy’s neck, even biting into Josh’s shoulder as he started to thrust faster. 

“You little whore, you fucking teenage straight jock. You slut! You’ve teased Daddy and men for the last time. This is your purpose, being my cum dump. This is your sole purpose in life. Forget about everything else. I’m never letting you go. God, I love your body. It feels so fucking good on my cock. Say you love Daddy’s cock! Say it or I’ll whip you again!” 

“I LOVE DADDY’S COCK!” said Josh, out of sheer fear of the whip and also....some sexual joy? 

“That’s my good boy. That’s my good slut. You like that thick cock inside you, don’t you? Admit it straight boy, you’re already becoming what you were meant to be. I’m gonna fuck that bully attitude out of you. You’re no longer gonna be a tough straight boy, that life is gone” 

Daddy squeezed Josh’s nipples as his cock seemed to get harder inside Josh. And in one big thrust, Daddy came deep inside the boy, letting out a large moan into the boy’s ear. Josh’s legs were shaking from the sheer force of the fucking, his body filled with sweat. His back still roaring with pain from the whip, as Daddy licked his way down it and sucked the cum out of Josh’s hole. 

“I’m gonna keep you like this and call some friends over. They’re gonna fuck you hard all night long, straight boy. Your place will become very clear tonight” 

Josh moaned into his gag. Whimpering. Daddy walked around front and kissed the boy on the front of the muzzle. 

“Daddy loves you Josh. Daddy loves you” 

Daddy then kneeled down and began sucking Josh off. Something snapped in Josh then, this realization that his body was now the only thing that mattered. Not his mind or his voice or his autonomy (which was gone). His body was the only thing that mattered, for he was now transformed into a man’s play thing. An old man in his sixties had just cum inside him and was now sucking him off. He was being kept gagged and tied up at all times. Nothing was his own anymore. Nothing. For a teen it was a stunning reversal of life. But what other choice was there but to submit.....he wasn’t going anywhere. And for the firs time since capture, he truly accepted that. Eventually Daddy’s tongue made Josh cum deep in Daddy’s warm mouth, Josh crying out as he let out a big load. 

Later on as Daddy led a bunch of older men into the dungeon as promised, Josh still strung up by his wrists, the boy listened as Daddy talked him up to these men. 

“Gentlemen, I’d like to introduce you to my new boy Josh. He just turned nineteen. He has a beautiful athletic body. He loves cock inside him. As you can see, his bubble butt is perfect for fucking. He has beautiful thighs and calfs. His feet look great in socks, I highly suggest tickling his feet too. His thick cock tastes wonderful. And his moans through his gag are sexy as fuck. Who wants to fuck my new boy first?” 

There was roar from the crowd and all of the men raised their hands. Josh watched helplessly as Daddy chose the first of men to fuck Josh for the night. 

[boydaddy52]

The Commune

Bobby had grown up in a commune. A community in the middle of a wilderness that was completely reliant on itself via farming and various members with different skills. At the commune there was a central religion - called Daddy Time. Daddy time worshipped the relationship between a Master and his boy slave, praying to a leather cap in the church. The commune had a ritual, everyone knew this, despite it being only viewable to the elders of the commune each year. Each year, when a straight boy in the community turns 19, they’re taken from their normal lives and made sex toys for one of the elders. This was seen as a good and honorable duty. But to Bobby, who was about to turn 19 in a day, this did not sit well with him. Bobby liked his current life, his parents took good care of him, he was popular at the commune college and a star of the football team. Additionally, he was straight and loved pussy. Any girl in his college was just dripping to fuck him and he was more than willing to indulge. But now....all of that was done. 

“Coach, why is my locker cleared out? Don’t we still have some games in the season left?” asked Bobby, a few weeks back. His Coach had looked at him and laughed. 

“Bobby, when’s your birthday?”

“In a few weeks” 

“Boy, you turn 19 soon, you’re never playing football again” Bobby had left the college in tears that day. When he got home, he confronted his mother about whether he could get out of the ritual. His mother scolded him for looking down on the ritual and how the Gods of Daddy Time would not be happy with him. Bobby sighed and went up to his room. His room was getting progressively empty to the point that it was now just a mattress and some clothes in a bag, his parents were getting rid of his stuff in anticipation of the ritual. 

“Dad where are my shoes?” 

His father stuck his head into Bobby’s room. 

“Oh right, so you will from now on wear sliders to show off your socked feet, ok?” said his father as he was handed sliders and instructed to take off his sneakers. Bobby took off his sneakers and handed them over, his favorite Nikes, probably never to see them again. He looked down at his white ankle socks on the carpet and shoved them into the sliders. Well, at least that is more comfy, he thought. 

“Best get used to not even wearing that. After the ritual, you’ll just wear white socks constantly. No footwear. Just socks” said his Dad, before running off. Bobby sighed. 

Now, the day before the ritual, Bobby was sleeping in a tent outside of his regular home, his clothes had been reduced to sweatshirt, sweatpants, his undies and calf length white socks, and sliders. He had been dropped from the college and slowly he was noticing people watching him as he walked through town. He then saw one of his best friends across the town square, sitting on a bench.....wearing the exact same outfit he was.....holy shit Kyle was turning 19 too! Kyle was a blonde boy who played soccer at the college, more bookish than Bobby, but still a guy to be respected on campus. 

“Hey Kyle” Kyle looked up from staring at the ground. He smiled, until he saw Bobby’s outfit. Bobby sat down next to him. 

“So tomorrow, huh?” said Kyle. 

“Yeah” said Bobby. 

“I’m nervous man, it’s such an important step in our enlightenment, but I just....I like what I have, dude. I don’t wanna give up everything.” 

“I tried to get out of it” 

“How did that work?” 

“It didn’t” 

“I don’t like dick” said Kyle. “We are never tasting pussy again? Or sucking on a boob....I’m annoyed. Is there anyone else?”

“I don’t think so” 

“Oh Benjamin Garvey”

“He’s turning - “ 

“Yeah, he is” Benjamin Garvey was a thin skater punk of dude with dyed shaggy black hair and could be found at the skate park most days. He didn’t have many friends and was known for being grumpy. 

“So three boys. Well, at least we’ll be in it together.”

“Do you have any idea when it happens?” 

“Sometime on our birthday” 

“I wish I knew specifically, could prepare myself better” Bobby nodded and patted his friends back. 

Bobby spent the night with one of the girls that he had fucked regularly, dressed only in his boxer briefs after sex and with a drink in hand, the boy was all smiles for getting some pussy in. 

“Do we have time for another go?” asked Cass, as she beckoned him back to bed. Bobby looked down at her phone (he’d been taking naked photos for her to keep as a memory), and at that moment the clock went from 11:55am to 12am. 

“Could be any time now” Bobby threw the phone back to Cass and laid down next to her. “Hey do you.....you got a big house, do you think I could.....hide here?”  “What?” said Cass. 

“Like stay here and hide out from the - 

“Oh. Well-” Cass kissed Bobby on the head and opened her bedroom door. “This was fun, Bobby. But....it’s your time.....HE’S IN HERE!” 

“No! No! NOOOOO!” Men in leather uniforms burst into the room and hauled Bobby out of the house over their heads, in just his grey boxer briefs. He was carried to the commune church, where a crowd was forming, mostly the commune elders, mostly older men. He found himself pleading with the crowd, please let me go! They brought him into the darkened church and carried him down the center aisle to the alter (a marble table with a leather cap and riding crop on it). The alter area was lit with a ton of candles. He was dropped down on the stone floor and quickly stripped naked. He was then carried to a bath behind the alter and dunked into it, scrubbed with soap by various men. He was quickly dried off and led back to the alter area - where Kyle had been just brought and was currently being stripped naked, the boy was fighting back but there was no hope. Bobby watched his friend be dragged naked to the baths.

 The men dressed Bobby in white calf length socks and a leather collar was put on his neck that attached to a chain in the floor. His hands cuffed behind his back with a chain attaching them to ankle cuffs on his feet. When the men finished, they stepped away from him. Bobby gasped as he saw a wet Benjamin being dragged back from the baths. They dressed and secured Benjamin in the same manner, just on the far end of the semi circle that was the alter area. Then Kyle was brought back and dressed/secured the same way but in- between Bobby and Benjamin. The three boys looked at each other in collective fear. The church was filling up with the elders chanting the name of the religion “Daddy Time! Daddy Time! Daddy Time!” 

Then Elder James stepped up to the alter in a white robe. Elder James had been their preacher for years, Bobby couldn’t even think of time where he didn’t know the man. To have him running this event was humiliating and odd for Bobby. He was suddenly very conscious with everyone gazing on them that all three boys were naked besides white socks, and with their hands secured - no way to cover themselves up. 

“Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to the ritual” said Elder James. 

The crowd roared. Elder James looked at the boys and smiled. 

“Hello Bobby, Kyle and Benjamin. Tonight is a very special moment for all of you. The time when you transition into sex toys, a beautiful moment for each straight boy at the commune. You should see this as an honorable duty, not a punishment or a some injustice. Your old life has ended officially and now you are remade into something of greater use.” “I don’t want to be someone’s play thing!” screamed Kyle. Elder James stepped down from the alter and caressed Kyle’s hair, petting him. 

“It’s okay, Kyle. All who have gone before you in this ritual have had doubts. But there is no doubt that there is nothing better than the relationship between a master and his boy slave. A daddy and his boy. And you’re a better use to society this way. Daddy time!” 

“Daddy time! Daddy time!” roared the crowd. Bobby looked back at the crowd and saw his mother with her arms in the air weeping with joy and shouting “Take them! Take them now!’. Bobby looked away. 

“I ....am ready” said Benjamin. 

Both Kyle and Bobby stared at Benjamin with shock. The two of them couldn’t even remember if they had ever heard Benjamin speak, that’s how much of a loner the boy was. And now he was....accepting his fate? 

“I am ready to be a sex toy. It’s an honor that I will cherish, to worship whoever becomes my owner. I will reach my true purpose this way” 

Kyle was pulling at his chains, but Bobby felt frozen. It was all too much, for a jock that had largely been calm and defiant in the face of this----it was suddenly making him freeze. It would all be done, before he could wake himself from this stupor. 

“Good boy, Benjamin” said Elder James as he stroked the boy’s chin. The crowd cheered. “We’ll begin with you” 

A church helper arrived with a black box with red cushioning inside it. From the angle he was at, Bobby couldn’t see what was inside. Elder James reached in and brought out a leather cushioned panel gag, big and bulky. Elder James held it out to Benjamin. 

“Kiss the gag” 

Benjamin leaned forward and gave the leather a kiss. 

“May this gag turn you silent and obedient, may you never be without it after today, may it be taken off for you to eat and put back on, may there come a day where your voice is never heard and the gag is all that remains. Do you have any last words before we gag you?” 

“I’m gonna miss my skateboard” 

Elder James grabbed Benjamin forcefully by the hair, pulling his head back as the gag was violently shoved in his mouth, tied at the back of his neck and secured with a large lock. Elder James then took out a blindfold from the box. He held it out in front of Benjamin. 

“May this blindfold shield your sight, may you only be granted sight when your owner agrees to it. May it make you helpless and obedient” 

Elder James slapped Benjamin hard, almost sending the boy tumbling and tied the blindfold tight. Elder James then reached for one final object from the box, a chastity device. He held it out in front of the now gagged and blindfolded Benjamin. 

“May this chastity device keep you from touching yourself. May it leave you agonized from having your cock secured and unable to be accessed until your owner unleashes it, for HIS pleasure. Remember, your body is no longer yours, it belongs to your owner. May it be so” 

This is when Benjamin whimpered, as his cock was locked up in the chastity device. A thick cock, bunched up into a tiny plastic device. It must’ve hurt, Bobby thought. He looked over at Kyle, who was looking down at the floor, anything to not see what was about to happen to him. On the bench yesterday, Kyle had said he understood that this was the next step to their enlightenment....yeah how does that feel now? Bobby thought, overtaken by his own anger. 

Elder James was now cutting Benjamin’s shaggy black hair that tended to fall into the boy’s face, which must’ve set something off in Benjamin, because he was now definitely shouting into his gag. Soon Benjamin had been given a crew cut, neat and boyish. The church advisor swept up the hair on the floor and grabbed a new black box. Elder James moved on to Kyle. Kyle was weeping in frustration. Elder James opened up the new black box and brought out a ball gag. He held it out in front of Kyle. 

“Kiss the gag” 

“I’m not gonna kiss that” 

Elder James reached down between Kyle’s legs and grabbed the boy’s balls, squeezing Kyle’s balls. The boy gasping in surprise.  “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Elder! Please let go!” 

Elder James let go. Kyle trying to catch his breath from the pain. 

“Kiss the gag’ 

Kyle slowly leaned forward, trembling and kissed the ball gag. 

“May this gag turn you silent and obedient, may you never be without it after today, may it be taken off for you to eat and put back on, may there come a day where your voice is never heard and the gag is all that remains. Do you have any last words before we gag you?”  

“Please just hear me out, I can do a lot for the commune. I’m smart and I can help plan shit and I - this is not fair!” 

Elder James grabbed Kyle forcefully by the hair, pulling his head back as the gag was violently shoved in his mouth, tied at the back of his neck and secured with a large lock. The ball gag was huge, forcing Kyle’s mouth painfully wide open, his lips barely covering the red ball at the gag’s center. Drool was already starting to roll down his chin. Kyle locked eyes with Bobby, whimpering in his gagged state. 

Elder James then took out a blindfold from the box. He held it out in front of Kyle. 

“May this blindfold shield your sight, may you only be granted sight when your owner agrees to it. May it make you helpless and obedient” 

Kyle shook his head “no! No!”. Elder James slapped Kyle hard, almost sending the boy tumbling and tied the blindfold tight. Elder James then reached for one final object from the box, a set of nipple clamps. He put one on each of Kyle’s nipples and the boy cried out. Bobby was quickly realizing that each of them would be gagged/blindfolded, maybe given different gags, but the final object was a surprise - chosen for the specific boy. He wondered what his would be. Elder James said his speech about the nipple clamps and then moved onto Bobby. 

“Hello Elder” 

Elder James took Bobby’s face in his hand and squeezed it. 

“I hear you’ve been trying to run from this ritual, boy. You can’t run. Bad boy” 

“Can you blame me?” 

Elder James spat on Bobby’s face, causing Bobby to gasp in surprise. The crowd, which had largely gone silent in focus as the boys were prepared, cheered. Another black box was brought forward. Elder James pulled out a muzzle. Bobby’s eyes went wide at the sight of it. 

“Kiss the gag”

“Fuck....shit...” 

“Kiss it” 

Bobby leaned forward and kissed the gag. 

“May this gag turn you silent and obedient, may you never be -”

“Fucking hell, do it and get it over with. Fuck all of you!” 

Elder James grabbed Bobby forcefully by the hair, pulling his head back as the muzzle was violently shoved in his mouth, the straps being secured all around his head, until Bobby’s face/head was completely encased in the muzzle. The muzzle was secured with a lock. Elder James then took out a blindfold from the box, gave his little speech that he had given to each boy and blindfolded Bobby. It was over, he was officially trapped. He heard Elder James take one more object out....Bobby prepared himself. 

“May this butt plug get your hole ready to serve your owner. May it keep you wide and loose. May it make your hole even more pleasurable to the man you serve” 

Bobby screamed through his muzzle, trying to pull at his restraints. NOOOOO!! Elder James laid the boy down and Bobby could feel a glob of lube stuck into his ass and then a great pressure as the butt plug was forced into his hole. Bobby was screaming into the muzzle. “Take it out! Take it out!” But no one could understand him. 

Elder James stood at the center of the semi circle again near the alter. 

“Ladies and Gentlemen, the boys have now been prepared” 

The crowd roared going into another chant of “Daddy Time!” 

All three boys were now tied up, gagged, blindfolded, moaning messes. Bobby in a fetal position due to the plug, Kyle trying desperately to remove the nipple clamps and Benjamin pressing his legs closed, as if ashamed of the chastity device stuck on him. 

“Now let’s enjoy some footage of the boys before we give out assignments. To remember them briefly as they were” 

A screen came down from the ceiling and video started. None of the boys could see it, but Bobby immediately recognized it and was shocked. It was a video that Cass had insisted on shooting a month ago of the two of them fucking. 

“I want you to cum for me. Can you do that, baby? Cum for me, ugh baby, your pussy is so wet, you’re gonna make me cum! OH FUCK!” moaned Bobby in the video. 

In the video, Bobby moaned for what seemed to be forever, letting forth a gush of cum. The crowded clapped in approval. 

“Such strong seed, Bobby. And a lot of it. Your owner will be very happy about that. A great milking opportunity. Next video” said Elder James. 

The next video made Kyle forget about the nipple clamps for a moment. 

“Ugh yeah baby, you like my cock? You like it?!” 

Kyle heard the bed trembling underneath him. How the fuck had they filmed him doing that? Every morning in college, Kyle would wake up and hump his bed like he was fucking someone, talking dirty too. 

Kyle in the video took one final loud thrust and came, moaning into his pillow. Again the crowd clapped. 

“We have such vocal boys, so into dirty talk. Thank goodness we’ve taken away your voices. So naughty. Next video” 

Benjamin waited in humiliation. What would they show for him? 

“I’m so horny” said Benjamin in the video. Benjamin gasped, it was a video that he sent to a girl via a sex app. Benjamin in his boxers feeling himself up until he came, his voice breaking into a high pitched cry as he soaked his boxers in cum. 

“So beautiful” said Elder James. The screen went away and Elder James addressed the room again. 

“Boys, that was the last of Bobby, Kyle and Benjamin. Those boys are now gone. Those lives gone. Bobby, you will now be known as Fido. Kyle, you will now be known as Slave. Benjamin, you will now be known as Slut. Fido, Slave and Slut. And now, your owners....” 

Three men stepped forward from the crowd. 

“Mr. Lorrie, for your service as a farmer. You are gifted Fido. May he serve you well” 

Mr. Lorrie?! The large bear of a man who tended the green houses and would always given him a glass of a water when he passed the man on his morning runs. The boy’s abs glistening with sweat as he stopped at the greenhouse. That Mr. Lorrie?! 

A large hand was suddenly petting his head. 

“Hello Fido” said Mr. Lorrie. Bobby screamed into his gag. 

“Mr. Timbers, for your service to the Commune. You are gifted Slave. May he serve you well” 

Mr. Timbers was a muscled stud of an old man, who usually took care of new residents of the commune. He had always scared Kyle, just seemed so strong and his tongue tended to lick around his lips in a way that was sexual. Kyle flinched when a hand roughly gripped his shoulder, only to reach down and pull on the nipple clamps, causing Kyle to cry out. 

“You are definitely my play thing, slave” whispered Mr. Timbers, his deep voice sending shivers down Kyle’s spine. 

“Mr. Lu, for your service to the Commune. You are gifted Slut. May he serve you well’ Mr. Lu was the head of the commune schools and colleges, and known to be a tough guy that loved discipline. Benjamin had gotten in trouble with the man for many years, skipping school, etc. 

“Hello Slut” said Mr. Lu. “I finally get to give you all the pain and discipline, a bad boy like you deserves. I’ve longed for this” 

Mr. Lu grabbed Benjamin roughly by the hair and slapped him a few times. 

“Okay men, you have your boys. Boys, you have been transformed. It is time for the first bonding between Master and Boy. Let us take to the cliffs” 

Each boy was unchained from the floor, as their masters lifted them over their heads, a hand against their shoulders and a hand on the their asses, the tied up boys dangling in the air. Their socked feet flopping about.  Each master carrying their boy down the center aisle, as if they were holding a prized piece of meat above their heads, the crowd shouting “DADDY TIME!!!!!”. 

The cliffs were just that, a set of cliffs at the far edge of the Commune, overlooking the ocean. For this event, three wooden platforms had been made on them. On the far left one, Bobby was tied spread eagle by ropes. In the center once, Kyle was brutally hogtied, to the point that his socked feet (all the boys still wore white calf length socks, and only that) were touching his head almost. On the far right one, Benjamin had been tied to a wooden post, his arms tied above him and his legs spread in a spreader bar. Slowly the new masters put on a show for the crowd. Mr. Lorrie fucked Bobby. Mr. Timbers whipped Kyle’s feet until Kyle was sobbing. Mr. Lu whipped Benjamin’s back, shouting at him to apologize for being bad. The boys would never see each other again, in fact their view of each other before being blindfolded was the last sighting. After being used on the cliffs, they were packed into boxes and shipped to distant dungeons where their new owners/masters/daddys would continue training them.  

Bobby lay in his box as he was shipped, now covered in Mr. Lorrie’s cum, tied up again, still naked with just white socks, still gagged and blindfolded. He couldn’t believe this night, couldn’t believe what had happened. He was still Bobby, he kept voicing to himself. Mr. Lorrie, traveling with the box, had obviously heard him. 

“No boy, your name is not Bobby anymore. It’s Fido. I’m gonna make you a good dog, Fido. Need that in my garden. A good dog.’

“I’m Bobby” moaned Bobby thru his gag.  “Shh Fido, be a good pup” 

Fido whimpered in his gag. Mr. Lorrie reached into the box and caressed Fido’s balls to comfort him. 

“It’s okay, Fido. One day, you’ll be grateful for this. You will thank all the elders for giving you the honor of serving a man’s cock. Shhh. Can you say woof, Fido?” 

Fido woofed into the gag. 

“Good boy, Fido. Good boy. I think the first thing we should do when we get to your new home is milk you. Getting out some of that thick cum of yours will certainly tire you out. And I long to drink it. Oh Fido, I’m gonna drink your cum every day.” 

Fido woofed into his gag. Bobby becoming a distant memory. 

[boydaddy52]

Sentenced to Serve

Owen was a blonde hunk of a college student. A straight jock that played on the soccer team and was a bit full of himself. Then came the order though....all trouble making boys must be sent to a Daddy for training, to be put to good use. His town had made this decree after Owen and bunch of his buddies had caused mayhem throughout the town after getting drunk. Now they had to leave their lives behind, go live with some old dude and become....the man’s slave? The description, or punishment as Owen saw it, was severe. How long would this last? Supposedly for as long as the Daddy deemed necessary to make each boy into a good obedient bitch. So he’d be with this man forever, thought Owen. The end date was so ambiguous that they might as well have said that they were throwing him in jail for life. All for being a naughty drunk college boy. Owen had heard rumors of discipline training like whipping and spanking, and even that these Daddies were training the boys to serve them sexually. That the “put to good use” actually meant that the boys would only be good for society as sex toys. Regardless of whatever this would be, Owen packed up his bags and was left on his “Daddy’s” porch by a police man. 

Owen’s assigned Daddy was a silver haired man named Mr. Paul. Only slightly taller than Owen, the man looked to be about 60, dressed in chinos and a button down, with a slim body. 

“Come on in, Owen. Please take your sneakers off. There are no sneakers for boys in Daddy’s home” 

Mr. Paul took Owen’s duffle bag and backpack,  and disappeared down the hall with them. Owen kicked off his sneakers, revealing his calf length black socks. 

“Place them nicely on the shoe rack please and have a seat on the sofa” Owen groaned and did as he was told. He shuffled into the living room and sat on the sofa, as Mr. Paul sat next to him, handling Paul a glass of water. Paul drank, suddenly very thirsty. His socked feet nervously rubbing on top of each other. 

“This must be a lot for you” 

“Ughh yeah.” 

“They tell me you just had a birthday. Happy Birthday” 

“Thanks” 

“Are you scared?” 

“No” Owen was lying. He was scared shitless. Mr. Paul could tell, and patted the boy on the shoulder, which freaked Owen out more. As a strong proud straight boy, Owen had never been touched by a man. This all felt....so weird. 

“Well, let’s start with the obvious. There is no escape. The house is watched by police at all hours. If you try to run, they will return you to me. All of your belongings are gone, I will be burning them later tonight -” 

“What the fuck?! NO! I have my phone, my fucking laptop, I have clothes and -”  “I will provide you with clothing. The rules are that you cannot keep anything from your old life” 

“But that doesn’t mean burning my shit! Fuck! I should be able to have it back when this is done -” 

“Poor boy” 

“Fuck you!” 

Mr. Paul slapped Owen hard. It caught Owen off guard and his face felt like it had been hit with a brick. Owen rubbed his cheek. 

“So naughty” Mr. Paul ran a hand through Owen’s hair, gently petting the boy’s head and Owen pushed him away. 

“Let me make this clear. I will be tolerant today, as I know this first day will be tough for you” 

“Tolerant? You just slapped me!” 

“That’s a minor punishment compared to what I usually do. After today, know that I do not like boys that are disrespectful and naughty. You should be thankful that you’re serving me. Thankful that you have been deemed to have some use” 

“What “use”?” 

“You’re in your sexual prime, that is very useful to Daddy”

Owen stood up and began pacing the room like a trapped animal. Fuck the rumors were true. He was going to be this man’s play thing. Fuck. fuck. FUCK! Suddenly he felt, a bit sleepy? No, not sleepy. But just....like some of his emotions had been brought down like a switch was flipped.  “I don’t feel good” 

“I put something in your drink to calm you. You might feel a bit lightheaded and sleepy. But you’ll be alert enough to follow along in this conversation” 

Owen threw himself into a nearby chair and put his head in his hands. 

“I hear you’re an athlete. They showed me some photos and I think you have a beautiful body. It makes me hard. You’ll be a great boy for me, once you’re broken in” 

Owen wanted to throw up. 

“Now we should go over how you speak to me. You’re to call me Daddy. And always answer my questions with “Sir”. Understood?” 

“Umm. Yeah” 

“Yeah, what?”

“Yeah, Sir.” 

“Good boy. Now let’s get you dressed” 

“I am dressed” 

“I told you that nothing can stay from your old life. You need to be properly attired for Daddy’s house” Mr. Paul stood up and grabbed a big silver tray from a cabinet and placed it onto a table in front of Owen. On the tray, neatly displayed, were a pair of fruit of the loom white briefs and a pair of calf high white nike socks, four puffy leather cuffs, a leather collar and leash, leather mitts, and a red ball gag. 

“Fuck man...please....I mean Daddy, please I can’t put this shit on. I can’t -” 

“Yes, you can” 

Mr. Paul grabbed Owen by the back of the neck and forced the boy onto his feet. 

“Now strip and get dressed” 

“Can I be alone to do that?”

“No. Now every time you take off a piece of clothing. I expect you to fold it neatly and hand it to me. Understood?”

“Yes Sir” Owen was shaking, but took off his watch and handed it to Mr. Paul (Daddy). He then took off the tank he was wearing, revealing his firm abs, pecs and biceps. He folded the tank and handed it over. He was about to button his shorts, when - 

“Stop. Flex your bicep” 

Owen did as he was told and held up his arm to flex. Mr. Paul stepped forward and began kissing Owen’s bicep. The old man’s tongue flicking over it. Owen wanted to cry. This was so fucked up. He didn’t deserve this! He was a good guy, he didn’t deserve to be - OH!

Mr. Paul’s mouth had moved to Owen’s closest nipple and was now sucking Owen’s left nipple, the tongue circling it. Mr. Paul then stopped. 

“Ohhh you are yummy. I just wanted a taste. Shorts off! Now!” 

Owen shuddered and took his shorts off and handed them over. He did the same with his socks, but hesitated with his plaid boxers. Mr. Paul stepped forward and pulled them off in a flash. Owen stood there naked in front of this man. Utterly humiliated. His hands immediately covering his cock/balls. 

“Don’t hide from Daddy, hands behind your head” 

Owen whimpered and slowly put his hands behind his head as Mr. Paul’s eyes went up and down the boy’s naked body. Mr. Paul stepped forward again and sniffed each of Owen’s hairy arm pitts. 

“Such a nice sweaty smell’ smiled Mr. Paul. Owen was shaking, as Mr. Paul let a hand move down Owen’s abs and cupped the boy’s cock and balls. Owen’s cock was thick and his balls low hanging, and they felt odd in Mr. Paul’s thin hands. Owen closed his eyes tight, waiting for the caressing to stop. 

“Keep your eyes open” Mr. Paul gave a tight squeeze of Owen’s balls, until the boy did as he was told. “This cock and these balls are mine, boy. Tell me, do you jerk off a lot?” 

“ummm...almost every day”  “I bet multiple times, yes. How old are you?” Mr. Paul continued caressing Owen’s balls. 

“19″ 

“Ahh yes, still a teen. Very very horny. Do you hump your dorm bed in the morning? Are there days you can barely stop touching yourself? Gonna have to get so much cum out of you. Turn around. Hands by your side” 

“I thought I was getting dressed?” pleaded Owen. 

“Yes, but now I want to inspect you first. Daddy can change his mind, boy. It’s my right.” 

One of Mr. Paul’s hands gripped the back of Owen’s neck like a vice, forcing the boy to stand up straight. Then with his other hand began caressing between the boy’s butt cheeks. 

“Such a firm ass, you must do so many squats at the gym” 

“Please....” 

“Shhh I didn’t say to beg....yet.” Mr. Paul grabbed Owen by the hair and pulled his head back, as Mr. Paul’s fingers penetrated the boy’s hole. Owen cried out and then Mr. Paul shoved him onto the sofa. 

“Such a tight hole, boy. Gonna have to open you. Stand up!” 

Owen scrambled to his feet again. 

“Okay. Now we’ll get dressed. I want you to put the briefs on slowly. I want you to feel them going up your legs, cupping your crotch. I want you to feel what it’s like to have a man dress you to his likes, against your will” 

Owen whimpered and did as he was told, stepping into the briefs and slowly lifting them up until they were fully on him. Mr. Paul stepped forward and adjust them a bit. They fit like a glove, Mr. Paul had obviously gotten Owen’s clothing sizes before he arrived. He put the white socks on. 

“I want those socks pulled firmly up, if they are bunched up at the ankles, you’ll be sorry”  

Owen pulled the socks up. Mr. Paul then put each leather cuff on Owen, so that one pair was on his wrists and the other on his ankles. He then pulled the collar on, putting a small lock on it to keep it in place. This was beyond humiliation, thought Owen. He began to cry, out of fear, out of terror and out of anger. Pull yourself together, man. Don’t let this fucker see you fall apart. Owen sniffled a bit and got a hold of himself, but not before a slight tear made its way down Owen’s cheek. Mr. Paul licked it up, to Owen’s horror, as the old man’s tongue went across his cheek. 

“Give me your hand’ said Mr. Paul as he prepared the mitts. 

“What are those?” 

“They’re to keep your hands nice and useless. You don’t need them” 

Both of Owen’s hands were encased in the mitts and those too were locked into place, rendering Owen even more helpless. Owen put the two mitts together, even tried to pull one off and couldn’t. His hand wouldn’t be able to pick anything up or work on anything at all.  Finally Mr. Paul took hold of the ball gag. 

“What is that?” 

“A gag” 

“No please please dude. Look, I promise I won’t be a drunken mess ever again. Just explain to the police out there that I’m so sorry. I mean, I’ve told them, but they don’t fucking believe me! I’m a good boy! I’m a fucking good -” 

Mr. Paul smacked Owen again, this time the boy almost stumbling off his feet. 

“Open your mouth, straight boy” 

“Please man, I’ll be quiet. I’ll listen to you. You don’t need to - Mphmp!!” Mr. Paul forced the gag into Owen’s mouth and quickly tied it at the back of Owen’s neck. The red ball at the front of the gag was huge, forcing Owen’s mouth painfully wide to fit it in. He was already drooling from it. Mr. Paul placed another small lock on the back of the ball gag, securing it in place. 

“Naughty straight boys don’t deserve to speak. You will be gagged, until you learn some respect. Now on your hands and knees” 

(From here on in, we will refer to Mr. Paul as Daddy)

Owen’s anger came back and he rushed at Daddy, but Daddy punched Owen in the stomach, sending the boy to the floor. Daddy quickly latched a leash onto Owen’s collar. Daddy then sat down in a leather arm chair, pulling Owen between his legs, he pulled the leash up forcing Owen’s head up. Daddy ran a hand through the boy’s blonde hair, petting him again. 

“Just look at you, now you look like a proper Daddy’s boy. Look up at me with those pretty eyes. You know why I dressed you in white briefs and white socks? You know why I put you in mitts, a collar, cuffs and a gag? Cause it makes me hard. The only thing that matters is that I’m hard. I love thinking that you’re freaking out, having to wear something that I picked out for you. I love thinking how helpless you feel with the mitts, collar, cuffs and gag on. These are the only pieces of clothing you’ll wear from now on. The bureau in your room only has pairs of briefs and socks.’

Owen looked up at Daddy, still on hands and knees, the collar/leash forcing his neck back in a tough position. His head basically in the man’s crotch. This was it, he thought. He was now fully this man’s toy. He had hoped that he could reason with Daddy or over power him, but it was very clear now that those had never been options. Owen thought of his four friends that had been sentenced to the same fates, assigned to different Daddies. Were they receiving the same treatment? Were they too being stripped, bound, gagged and dressed up in whatever these old men desired? Owen had to assume that they were, and he shuddered to think what was happening to them. 

Owen was right about that thought. 

Across town, Owen’s friend James - a 20 year old skater punk with long brown hair down to his shoulders and baggy clothes, had been dressed in red panties, gagged with his own socks and was currently secured on a spanking bench as a fat daddy spanked him. 

Further away, Owen’s friend Caleb - an 18 year old usually in sports jerseys, sweatpants and backwards baseball caps to make him look tough, was currently hogtied naked with an O ring gag keeping his mouth open - as his Daddy firmly face fucked the boy. 

And only a few blocks away, Owen’s friend Alex - a 21 year lacrosse star at the college, had been dressed in a jock strap and suspended upside down by his ankles, as his Daddy whipped him. Alex cried out, only to be fitted with a muzzle. 

And finally, in the center of town, Owen’s friend Paul - a 19 year old track athlete with a habit of pot smoking, was strapped into a chair in just his boxers as a cock pump milked him endlessly. Gagged with a bit gag and blindfolded, as his Daddy massaged the boy’s balls. 

But Owen knew nothing of this. 

Daddy got up from the chair and began leading Owen around the house on the leash. Forced to move on hands and knees like a dog, Daddy rushed Owen through the various rooms of the house, pulling painfully on the leash when Owen was too slow to move. Eventually they ended up in the basement, which had been designed into a full on dungeon. The walls were full of bondage toys, restraints and discipline tools. Any paddle, gag, restraint or toy that you could imagine was here. The room was filled with a bondage table, a sex swing, a bed with restraints on it, a dog cage and a spanking bench. Owen’s eyes went wide looking at everything and could barely move from the entrance to the basement, until Daddy took him by the hair and practically threw him on the bondage table. Before, Owen could even react, he was tied spread eagle to the bondage table, his limbs stretched so wide that Owen whimpered into his gag. 

“This will be the main room in the house where you reside. It’s nice, isn’t it? Now, let’s start with your discipline training. We will devote a few hours to this each day, and you should prepare yourself, as it will be very tough. Let’s begin with something easy. Some nipple clamps” 

Owen shook his head “NO! NO!”, pleading through his gag as the clamps were placed on each nipple, sending searing pain through his chest. 

“Ohhh I know sweetheart, I know they hurt. But you’ve been such a bad boy. You’ve brought this on yourself” 

“TAKE THEM OFF! TAKE THEM OFF!” Owen moaned through the gag. 

“And now we add one to your cock” Owen shook his head wildly, but Daddy brought the boy’s cock out through the fly in the briefs and attached a clamp to the boy’s cock head. Owen screamed into his gag. 

“And now we whip them off” 

[boydaddy52]

The White Room

“

Dan was a skater punk. At 21 years old, he spent most of his remaining days of college smoking weed and skating on his skate board. He was flunking out of everything anyway, so why pay attention to that shit. Dan was known as a party animal and a hot one too, with a head of flowing curly hair and an athletic body from hours on his board. He started most sentences with “yo “ and “dude” and was generally so high most days that he wasn’t deemed the smartest guy on campus. But he didn’t care. All he wanted for his future was to fuck girls, smoke and skate, as he had for the past four years. He knew he wasn’t getting some high paying job or any job out of college, and he was fine to ignore that through a haze of smoke. In short, this dumb jock was the perfect candidate for a new drug that Daddy had made up in the dungeon....and upon observing Dan for many days....Daddy chose Dan to be the first captured straight boy to try it. 

On a foggy night, Daddy chloroformed Dan, just as the boy was repairing a wheel on his skate board. Sneaking up behind the boy and pressing the chloroformed rag to Dan’s face - 

“Shhh go to sleep, boy. I know you’re worried about your purpose in life after college. Daddy has purpose for you. Daddy is gonna put you to good use”  “MMMPH!!!” 

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The white room was a small cube of a space in the dungeon. The only thing in it from wall to wall was a big bed and a tv screen mounted on a wall. A door opened up to the rest of the dungeon, but was largely invisible once in the room - so for anyone inside, it looked like there was no way out. One of the walls was a two way mirror allowing Daddy to observe anyone trapped inside. The bed was outfitted with leather cuffs near the top and bottom. There were a bunch of drawers (locked by keys) built into one of the walls, which held more bondage equipment/ clothing. An intercom system was built into the ceiling. 

Upon capture, the boy had been wearing a football jersey, baggy light blue jeans and white nike air sneakers. Daddy wanted to make the boy more comfortable. So Dan now wore nothing more than his dark blue boxer briefs and his white socks that went up to his ankle. All other clothing gone. For now, his only restraint was an ankle cuff on his right leg, keeping him chained to the bed. But Daddy smiled at the sleeping boy, knowing that it would only be a matter of time before the boy was tied up more completely. Daddy injected the boy with his new drug, tucked Dan into the bed, turned the tv on (which played nothing but porn)--- and Daddy then left the room and locked the door behind him. He took a seat in front of the two way mirror and pressed a button on the intercom. 

“Wakey wakey Dan” 

Daddy’s voice echoed through the white room. Dan slowly opened his eyes. His head was pounding. He was in bed? What was going on? He looked around and almost immediately realized he wasn’t in his dorm. What the fuck?! The last thing he remembered was......being at the skate park and.....holy shit that dude had attacked him! And brought him here?! And where were his clothes?! 

“Yoooo what is this?! What the fuck is going on?!” 

In his groggy state, Dan stumbled to his feet. The bed took up the whole room, besides a sliver of floor space, so Dan was mostly standing on the bed, pounding at the walls. But there was no entry way that Dan could find! He was trapped in a box and ---- holy shit, his ankle was chained to the bed! Dan pounded on the mirror wall, screaming his lungs out, but the thing wouldn’t shatter. Suddenly his head started spinning and Dan had to sit down on the bed again.  “I would lay down, if I were you, Dan. Relax. Enjoy the porn. The drug is already beginning”  “What are you going to do to me?! You sick fuck!” 

“I’m testing out a special new drug, developed for Daddy’s boys. You’re going to start to feel warm and very very relaxed” 

Dan did suddenly feel warmth radiating through his body, but it was concentrated on one area - his crotch. Dan looked down and found that he was getting hard. Like rock hard. His cock poking forward in his boxer briefs. 

“Ohhhhhh fuckkkkkk ohhh” moaned Dan. He collapsed back down on the bed and started to writhe on it, twisting and squirming his body into the sheets. He flipped over onto his stomach and began humping the bed. 

“What the fuck did you do to me?!” screamed Dan, before he began moaning again. 

“I just injected you with something that is going to make you euphorically horny for a long long time” 

“OH GOD!” cried Dan, humping the bed wildly. Daddy smiled at the dumb jock, now with very little control of his own body. Dan pulled off his own boxer briefs and began jerking off. Anything to get some relief! This was unbearable, the feeling was amazing throughout his body, but there was no stopping it. It just kept going. He needed to cum. That would end it, right? No matter what this sick fuck said, cumming would end this feeling. If it continued, Dan feared that it would drive him insane. 

“That’s it, jerk for me, Dan” 

“Yo fuck off, you fuckin’ asshole!” Dan managed to give Daddy the middle finger, but was suddenly over taken by another wave of sexual desire and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as his hands furiously jerked his cock. Dan had a big one too, Daddy had peaked at it while stripping the boy to his undies. A big thick cock that many girls couldn’t take. It would sit against his leg in his boxer briefs, almost too big for those undies. Dan looked up at the porn tv and found that it was playing gay porn. He was immediately disgusted, he being as straight as could be and never turned on by such a thing --- but in his drugged state---any image of sex was driving him wild. He couldn’t believe it, here he was getting turned on by some guys blowing each other. What the fuck?! 

“I’m gonna cum” 

“Good boy” 

“I’M GONNA FUCKIN’ CUM!” Dan’s cock burst with cum, with such force that the boy fell off the bed onto the tiny sliver of floor in the room- his ankle chain clattering against the floor. His stomach was covered in cum, his body sweaty, his breath rapid. His cock slowly became soft. It was over, Dan thought. Thank goodness. Dan rolled onto his hands and knees, trying to find the strength to stand up. 

“Good boy, Dan’ 

“Dude let me go. Fuckin’ hell, you got what you wanted, right? You wanted to see me fuckin’ cum, right? Well there you are. Now give me back my clothes and get me out of this room, you - AHHHH!” 

Dan let out a giant moan, still on his hands and knees, his head lifting up to the sky with his cry. His cock was suddenly getting hard again. His body was shaking with desire. Now naked besides his ankle socks, the boy was beyond vulnerable. 

“No no no no NO! YO, MAKE IT STOP!” cried Dan. 

“I’m sorry boy. It’s gonna keep you going for a while. I’m glad to see it’s working” 

Dan’s mouth was watering, his lips feeling like they wanted to....like they wanted to kiss something...or suck something. Out of sheer need, Dan began kissing his bicep. Daddy smiled and pushed another button from his control room. Out one of the walls came a big dildo on a pole. Dan look at the thing in horror. 

“You wanna suck something, boy?” 

“No, no fuck you dude. I don’t wanna - “ 

“I think you do. I think your mouth wants something in it, doesn’t it?” 

“No no no - OH SHIT!” Dan couldn’t resist anymore and crawled over to the dildo, his mouth wrapping around it as began to suck the thing. Dan couldn’t believe this was happening, but the minute his mouth began sucking the dildo, he was moaning like a bitch in heat. Suddenly the dildo began moving forward and back, essentially fucking Dan’s mouth. Dan tried to pull away from it in horror, but his body wouldn’t respond. He was stuck on his hands and knees, with a rock hard cock again, and his mouth being fucked by a dildo. He found himself even deep throating it, Dan gagging. 

“Oh so beautiful Dan, you’re getting the hang of that. Why don’t we increase the speed of it?”

Dan tried to beg for mercy, but he couldn’t speak with the dildo in his mouth. It began face fucking him faster and harder. And suddenly, Dan was cumming again, without even touching his cock. The cum spraying all over his legs. Dan finally pulled his mouth off the thing and collapsed into a fetal position. 

‘Please....please....I can’t do this”

“Yes, you can, boy”  The door to the room opened and Daddy stepped in. Dan would’ve tackled the man and tried to run through the door, but he was so exhausted that he could barely lift his head. 

“Come here, boy” said Daddy as he grabbed Dan by his thick curly mop of hair. He pulled Dan up onto his knees. “Why don’t you take a nice sniff of this?” 

“No no, what the fuck is that- “ 

“Shh” 

Daddy placed a vial of something smoky under Dan’s nose, forcing the boy to smell it. Daddy’s grip still firm on the boy’s hair. One sniff and Dan felt his head spinning. Whatever it was made the boy high. Very high. 

“I’m gonna.....fuckin’......kill you. Holy shit” mumbled Dan. Daddy threw the boy onto the bed, Dan barely able to move from being so out of his mind high - both from the drug and the other drug he had just sniffed. Daddy flipped the boy onto his back and tied Dan’s wrists/ankles into the leather cuffs on the bed, stretching his spread eagle. Daddy then opened up one of the draws in the wall and took out a leather muzzle. He fitted it onto Dan, gagging the boy, and securing the straps tight around Dan’s face. Daddy then took out some leather mitts and fitted Dan’s hands into them. A final new addition was a new pair of white socks that went up to Dan’s knees. Daddy fitted them on Dan and then put the boy’s ankles back in the cuffs. Daddy sniffed Dan’s old ankle socks and put them in his pocket for later. Now Dan, high off his ass, lay tied spread eagle, muzzled, in mitts, and dressed in knee high white socks. Dan barely had any idea what was going on anymore. His mind was completely in a blank hazy drugged state. 

Then suddenly his cock got hard again, Daddy’s drug hitting into another wave of sexual desire. Dan’s body thrashed on the bed, pulling against the restraint’s holding him down. Moaning through the muzzle. His cock red and angry again. Daddy took out some lube and began massaging Dan’s hole. 

“Get hard, Dan. Cause I’m now gonna enjoy my new boy slave. You have such a beautiful athletic body. My cock is gonna love fucking you, you 21 year old straight jock. This is your purpose now, to be my sex slave, to be my always horny boy. Daddy’s drug will keep you horny. And I’ll keep you high and submissive with another drug. You’ll want sex at all times. And I’m gonna give it to you” 

Dan couldn’t even respond, he was so tired, drugged and high. His words were grabbled moans. Even as Daddy climbed on top of the boy and penetrated the jock’s virgin hole - Dan just grunted and began fucking himself on it. 

“That’s it, boy. Ride Daddy’s cock. Oh your hole feels so good and tight. You’re mine now. Be a good mindless fuck toy. No longer a college drop out, just a moaning set of holes for me to cum in.’ 

[boydaddy52]

Lin’s adventure

Lin was twenty three year old jock from China, recently graduated from college and trying to find his way. When he found a flyer for an international program to work abroad, he immediately leaped on the opportunity. Though he knew little english, he thought he could learn as he went. He was a muscular hot jock, jocks can do anything, he thought. The flyer was vague about what the work abroad would be, but it was listed as “client services”. Lin was a nice guy, he could work in client services....whatever that was. So he called the number on the flyer and soon was on a plane to the US. He had been told to not bring much, that he would be provided with everything he needed. Though the man on the phone did advise that Lin should work out before traveling, in order to keep him feeling strong for the coming work days. Lin loved working out, so he was happy to do that. 

He was met at the airport by a car, the driver of which was the man that he had spoken with on the phone, Mr. T. The man explained to Lin (in mandarin) that he would be meeting with Daddy, the head of organization that Lin would be working for. Daddy did not speak Lin’s language, so there would be some tough communication at first, but Mr. T assured Lin that they’d find ways to get messages across. 

“How long have you been working with Daddy?” asked Lin. 

“Oh I’ve been procuring boys like you from abroad for a while. Daddy uses me to get the best talent, the strongest and sexiest boys from overseas” 

Lin found this description odd, but also flattering. Fuck yeah, he was sexy. Whatever this work was, he was being seen as strong and worthy of it. Lin was happy, this was the best decision he had made. 

The car pulled up to a warehouse and Mr. T led Lin into it. 

“Please remove your sneakers, no sneakers in here. You will be working mostly in socks” Lin did as he was told and kicked off his sneakers, revealing black calf length socks. His outfit for this day was a grey hoodie, navy sweatpants and sneakers. He had been told to dress comfortably. 

“And please hand over any phone, wallet, etc. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of them. We want no distractions” Lin dug into his pockets and handed over everything to Mr. T, including the duffle bag that he brought from home. 

“Alright, wait here and Daddy will be with you soon to begin your orientation” 

“Thanks Mr. T”

“Be a good boy now” said Mr. T and then left with Lin’s sneakers, phone, wallet and bag in hand. Lin thought he heard the warehouse door lock behind him, but perhaps he’d imagined it. 

The warehouse was huge and empty, besides a large enclosed room built in the middle of it. Lin waited for what felt like forever, walking around the warehouse, his socked feet cold on the floor. Then suddenly a door opened to the enclosed room and a tall silver fox of a man came out. 

“Lin? Hello I’m Daddy, thank you for coming” 

“Hello Daddy” said Lin. 

“Would you like a drink? You must be thirsty after so much traveling” said Daddy, as the man reached into the room and handed Lin a glass of thick liquid. 

“What?” asked Lin, accepting the glass. Shit, he had already run out of his knowledge of English. Smile, Lin thought. 

“Drink up” said Daddy, motioning for Lin to drink. Ah got it, thought Lin. He was thirsty, it had been a long plane ride, but the drink looked weird....gray and cloudy. Well, best to not refuse, he didn’t want to anger this man on his first day of work. Lin drank the whole drink and handed the glass back to Daddy. Almost immediately Lin felt weird, he was suddenly dizzy and his vision was going blurry. 

“Ughh I....” 

“Oh Lin, you must be so tired. Let’s get you settled and you can rest a bit” Daddy put an arm around Lin and began leading him to the enclosed room. Lin was finding that he could suddenly barely stand, his feet almost dragging on the floor as Daddy guided him. Had he been drugged? What the fuck was that drink? No, this man wouldn’t do that, right? Maybe he was really tired, maybe - 

Lin got one look at the contents of the enclosed room and panicked. It was a dungeon, a huge space filled with bondage equipment, toys, beds with restraints, spanking benches, bondage tables, etc. What had he gotten himself into? FUCK his phone and belongings were gone! What was happening? Was this the work? Would he be helping with this weird place? What the - 

“Okay, let’s lay you down here” Daddy laid Lin down on a bondage table. Lin was speaking in mandarin, trying to ask questions - trying to understand what was going on. But Daddy simply smiled down at the jock, smoothing the boy’s hair. 

“Shhh it’s okay, Lin. Daddy is going to make everything okay. I’m sorry I don’t speak Mandarin. And I’ve been told your English isn’t good either, so this will go over your head....but there’s no job to be had....there’s no work....you are going to become my new boy slave, serving me and anyone that I whore you out too. But first, you have to go through a lot of training” 

Lin could barely keep his eyes open and the words that Daddy said meant nothing to him. Lin tried to get up, but could barely lift his head. 

“Now, let’s get you more properly attired” 

“What?” 

“Clothes. Off” 

Lin knew what that meant. Why did he have to take off his clothes? What was going on? Lin shook his head “no! NO!”, but could barely resist. Daddy pulled Lin’s legs forward, spreading him out on the bondage table. He pulled Lin’s socks off and then slipped the sweatpants off too. Lin tried to kick Daddy, but it was a pretty weak attempt. 

“NO! No clothes off! NO!” 

“Yes, boy. You need to be properly attired to serve me” 

Now simply in a hoodie and grey boxers, Lin scrambled off the table. He needed to get out, this was all wrong. He didn’t know what would happen here, but by looking at all the bondage stuff in the room - and the stripping of his body - this wasn’t going to be good for him. He was such a fool, always way too trusting. People had always told him that he was too trusting and now here he was....with no help in sight. Lin crawled across the room, but Daddy quickly gripped the boy by the back of the neck and pulled him back to the bondage table. 

“You’re gonna be a wild one, huh? So naughty. I know how to handle naughty boys” Daddy threw Lin down on the bondage table. Lin’s head was still swimming from the drink and Daddy ended up tying both of Lin’s wrists down easily, fitting them into cuffs on either side of the bondage table. Lin was shouting, trying to pull his hands out of the cuffs. 

“Now where were we....” Daddy took scissors and cut off Lin’s hoodie and the undershirt underneath. Lin’s legs were kicking and scrambling on the bondage table, now only wearing boxers, his athletic body on display and getting sweaty with his struggling. 

“NO! NO! HELP!” screamed Lin. He searched for more English words that he knew to communicate, but nothing was coming into his panicked mind. What is this man going to do to me?! What the fuck?! 

“You know Lin, seeing as we don’t speak each other’s language...I don’t see the point of you being allowed to speak right now. Especially when your mouth hasn’t been trained to speak to Daddy with respect or to beg for cock. Let’s get you in a nice gag” 

Lin watched, in his drugged state, as Daddy picked up a full head muzzle from one of the walls. 

“How about this full muzzle, I like that it straps around your whole head, not just your mouth. On we go” 

Lin shook his head wildly as Daddy fitted him into it, leather straps around his forehead and going down his face to culminate in a panel gag in his mouth. Daddy tightened the straps until Lin was completely gagged. Lin screamed, but the gag was so thick that his cry was muffled completely. 

“There we go, nice and silent. Now, I don’t like these boxers’ 

Daddy slipped off Lin’s boxers despite the boy’s kicking legs and grabbed a hold of Lin’s balls. Lin’s eyes went wide. He was going to be this man’s play thing. That was clear now, despite Lin not understanding the man’s English. He was a straight boy, a proud muscular jock. This couldn’t happen. This wouldn’t happen. Daddy squeezed Lin’s balls, making the boy groan.

“Stop struggling” said Daddy in perfect mandarin and then went back to English. “That’s all I’ve learned from your language, but I hope the message got across that i’ll keep squeezing these balls until you settle down” 

Lin got the message and stopped kicking his legs. Daddy let go of the balls and moved to a set of drawers in the corner of the room. He took out a pair of white briefs and calf length white socks. He slowly fitted both of these items onto Lin and then tied Lin’s legs to the bondage table, securing the boy’s ankles into cuffs on either end of the table. Lin was now spread eagle, painfully stretched. Daddy caressed Lin’s (now white socked) feet, playing with the fabric of the socks a bit, and then let his hand drift to massaging Lin’s crotch through the briefs. Lin pleaded with the man through his gag. 

“Please stop this! YOU SICK MAN! YOU SICK FUCK! LET ME GO!” said Lin in Mandarin. 

“Such a pretty boy, Mr. T knows how to pick a good stud. You may be wondering why I dressed you up. You see I put my boys in a uniform, white briefs and white calf length socks. I think it helps you boys to get in the mindset that I control everything now, even what you wear. It makes boys like you feel vulnerable to have a man dress you to his pleasure. Seeing you like this, in briefs and white socks, makes me hard. It makes me even harder to see you tied up and gagged too. I know, I know all of this is so tough for you. But I promise, this is where you belong” 

Lin tried to close his legs from the man’s caresses, but it was useless. Daddy reached into the briefs and brought out Lin’s cock through the fly, jerking it. Lin had never been touched by a man like this. It was disgusting. He couldn’t believe that this was happening and that a strong boy like him was helpless to stop it. He was straight damn it! 

“Such wild energy in you jocks, need to milk that out of you” said Daddy as he continued to jerk Lin’s cock and caress his balls. Lin finally passed out, the drink and panic overtaking him, as Daddy took out a vibrator and placed it between the boy’s legs. 

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Lin’s memories of the next few days (weeks?) were hazy. Daddy kept feeding Lin that special drink to keep him subdued. So when he tried to sort out what happened ....he only had images....

-Waking up with his arms tied above, stretching him onto his tip toes, as Daddy relentlessly whipped his back and abs. 

-Being tied to a chair in front of a projector that displayed the phrases “I’m Daddy’s Asian Whore” “Please sir, fuck me” “Thank you sir’ “Please sir, give me cock” “Thank you for your cock, sir” “I’m sorry i’ve been a bad boy, punish me” on a wall. Daddy pointed to each phrase and waited for Lin to try to speak them in English. If the boy didn’t learn a phrase or say it correctly, Daddy would whip his balls with a riding crop until Lin mastered each phrase in English. 

-Being tied in a tight hogtie, the boy’s feet almost touching his head and then being suspended into the air like that, as Daddy jerked off below him. 

-Being held over Daddy’s lap and spanked with a wooden paddle. 

-Being forced to eat his meals from a dog bowl with just his mouth. 

-Countless milkings and fuckings, in his mouth and ass. For weeks, he was gagged with an O ring gag to keep him from biting down on cock. Some day, Daddy told him that he’d be trusted to suck without that. The first time that Daddy fucked Lin’s ass, the boy was blindfolded and hand gagged/tied again to the bondage table, as Daddy’s thick cock pressed between the boy’s firm ass. Lin couldn’t believe how big the man was, the cock stretching his hole. 

“Say it! Say it while I fuck you” said Daddy, releasing the boy’s mouth from his hand. 

“I’m Daddy’s Asian whore! I’m Daddy’s Asian whore!’ cried Lin, before the hand came back over his mouth and Daddy thrust harder.  “Good boy” 

- Being largely kept tied up. When Lin wasn’t on a bondage table or tied standing up, Daddy put a leash on him and forced him to exercise in the large warehouse. 

-He was very rarely without a gag, Daddy preferred Lin in a ball gag, but O ring gags, panel gags and muzzles were also used. 

-The daily putting on of new briefs and new white socks, which Lin was never allowed to dress himself in. Daddy would put them on Lin every morning. 

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Months later: 

“I love how submissive he is” said Mr. N. 

Mr. N was an older man in a suit, a few years older than Daddy -- probably mid sixties. He was seated opposite Daddy in the warehouse, Lin was on his knees next to Daddy. Hands tied behind his back, ball gag in his mouth and briefs/socks on, and a large metal collar around his neck that made it tough for Lin to keep his head. But he did keep his head up, because he knew that any other action would result in a whipping. Daddy petted Lin’s head as he spoke to Mr. N, running a hand through the boy’s hair. 

“Yes, Lin has learned a lot these past few months. He’s become such a good boy” 

Lin moaned a “thank you sir” through his ball gag. This was a regular occurrence now. Almost daily, new men would show up at the warehouse to use Lin for a few hours in-between Daddy using him. Lin had forgotten about his old life by now, no hope of escape anyway. He was starting to understand more english, besides the phrases that Daddy had taught him. And in some ways, Lin was content. While this hadn’t been the adventure that he had wanted, he at least had purpose now in some sort of work. Sometimes he would still fight though, his straight boy frustration coming to the surface, but Daddy knew how to punish him for that. 

“Can get a closer look at him?” “Sure. Lin go over to Mr. N” 

Lin crawled on his knees towards Mr. N, his head now down as Daddy taught him to approach men by not looking at them. Mr. N grabbed a fistful of Lin’s hair and forced him to stand and then sit in Mr. N’s lap. The man’s hands immediately cupped Lin’s crotch through the briefs, and caressed his nipples. He too began petting Lin like some pet. 

“And you say he’s from China?”

“Yes he is” 

“He’s beautiful” Mr. N began grinding into Lin’s ass a bit, pulling on the collar, so Lin was forced to lean back into the man’s arms. 

“Can I cum in him?” 

“You can cum in every one of his holes” 

“Fuck he’s so hot. Is he ticklish?” “Find out” 

Mr. N grabbed one of Lin’s socked feet and tickled it, causing Lin to flinch. Mr. N smiled and licked Lin’s face, the old man’s tongue leaving spit all over him. Mr. N threw Lin off his lap and began undoing his own pants. 

“I want him to suck me now” 

Daddy got up from his seat and undid Lin’s ball gag. 

“What do you say to the man, Lin?”

“Please sir, give me cock” said Lin. His accent was still heavy, but the phrase was getting clearer. 

“Fucking hell that’s hot” said Mr. N as he roughly grabbed Lin by the face and began fucking the boy’s mouth. Mr. N pumped fast and hard into Lin, the boy gagging. Lin almost came off the cock, but Mr. N gripped his hair and kept him down.  “FUCKING SUCK MY COCK, YOU SLUT! SUCK IT!!” screamed Mr. N. 

In moments, Mr. N came deep in Lin’s mouth. Hot cum running down the boy’s tongue. 

“Swallow it” said Mr. N. Lin did as he was told. 

“Thank you sir” said Lin. 

“Gag him again, I don’t want to hear him talk anymore” Daddy put the ball gag back in Lin’s mouth and tied it tight. 

“Shall we go into the dungeon and I can show you what you can do to him with our equipment?” asked Daddy.  “I want to sniff his white socked feet and tickle them, I want to tie him up and fuck him....and so much more”

“There a lot of options, come on, let me show you” 

Mr. N grabbed Lin by the hair again and lifted the boy to his feet. He followed Daddy into the dungeon, almost dragging Lin behind him. 

Another day in the dungeon, Lin thought....Another day. 

[boydaddy52]

The Relief Boy’s First Day at Work

Max entered the small office for his first day of work. The straight boy had been unemployed for months and was in desperate need of a job. So he interviewed for a position as a relief boy at a small sales office. He would provide “relief” to the two men that worked there, whenever needed. What “relief” meant was a bit ambiguous, but Max was determined to do what was needed. He showed up at the office in his best suit, which honestly was not that great, but he looked cute enough, and hoped for the best. 

“Well, first things first, we need to put you in uniform. A “relief” boy shouldn’t be in a suit” said Mr. E, a tall man in his forties, dressed in a pink button down and gray slacks. Mr. E opened up a nearby closest and threw a pair of white briefs and white socks to Max. 

“I don’t understand” 

“Take off the suit and put those on”

“You want me to wear this? All day?” 

“Yes, and nothing else” said Mr. D, a man with an athletic build in a white shirt and blue tie. The second command of the office. “You disgust me, standing there in a suit. You’re not a sales man or a regular worker. You’re a relief boy. Get out of that and put on your uniform”

“Maybe we should put it on him, Mr. E. I don’t know if I trust him to put it on correctly” 

“Yes, good plan” 

“I, ugh, I don’t know about this” 

“You want the job, right?” 

“Yes”

“Well then you have to wear that uniform. It’s not like we’re asking you to give away your suit or something. You can change back into it after the day is done. But while you’re here, you wear that. Now let’s get going” 

Mr. D and Mr. E descended on Max and quickly stripped him of his suit. Max felt like this was all super weird. They took off his dress shoes, undid his belt and pants, practically ripped off his tie and suit jacket. Soon the boy was standing in black dress socks and blue boxers. And then those came off too. You need the money, you need the money, thought the straight boy. 

“And on they go” Mr. E, as he put Max’s feet into the briefs and slowly slid them up Max’s legs, until they were in place. Mr. E spent a while making sure the waistline was positioned just so, and that the crotch was properly snug. Max gasped a bit as Mr. E’s hand caressed Max’s cock/balls through the briefs. 

“How do they feel?” asked Mr. E, his hand continuing to caress Max’s crotch. 

“Ummm fine, I guess” 

“You’ll be in them all day, best make sure they’re comfy” 

“They...are” said Max.  “I just feel.....could I wear a shirt or something else? Just being in briefs is ....I feel vulnerable” 

“Well you also have the socks” said Mr. D. “That’s something else”

Mr. E lifted each of Max’s feet and slipped the calf length white socks onto his feet, making sure that each sock was pulled fully up to the calf. 

“Keep your hands behind your back” Max did as he was told, but soon found that Mr. D was tying his hands behind him with a rope. Max tried to say something, but he was too distracted - Mr. E was still caressing the boy’s crotch. 

“Do a little turn for us, let us see you” said Mr. E. 

Max silently turned around slowly in a circle, now just in briefs and socks (the remnants of his suit scattered all over the floor) as the two men stared on. 

“I don’t know....this wasn’t.....this wasn’t in the job interview” 

“You said you were adaptable in your interview” said Mr. E.  “So, adapt” 

“Can I at least wear my shoes?”

“No, just the socks on your feet” 

“Now let’s get you in this” said Mr. D, coming towards Max with a collar and leash. 

“What is that?!” cried Max.  “It’s just a way for us to keep track of you” 

“No, I’m not putting that on, I’m not - “ 

“We can get someone else” 

Max looked at Mr. D, “please man, not a fucking collar”, but Mr. D had no mercy in his eyes. Max relented and nodded, Mr. D secured the collar on the boy and tied the leash to a metal ring at the front of the collar. He was ordered to get on his knees, which he did. Mr. D threaded the leash through a metal ring in the floor and pulled it tight before tying it there, causing Max to lean forward till his face was in the carpet. He couldn’t pull his head up now. Max struggled to find a good position, which was tough without the use of his hands. 

“Oh too much squirming” said Mr. E, upon which the man used another rope to tie Max’s ankles together.  “What am I supposed to do here?! What do you two want me to do?!” cried Max. He was getting into a panic now. This was so fucking weird. 

“Relief. We’ll get you when you’re needed” said Mr. D and spanked Max’s ass hard. The two men returned to their desks, which were on either side of Max. And then hours past, the men did work on their computers, made phone calls, printed things, had conference meetings over the phone....all while Max had to kneel, head firmly on the ground, with his ass up, in briefs and white socks that he had been dressed in, and his wrists and ankles tied up. The men had gathered his suit together and folded everything nicely. The pile of his clothes, which included his shoes and anything else he had brought with him, lay on a nearby table....just out of reach....as if to mock him. What the fuck had he gotten himself into?! But you need the money. Do I need the money this bad, to be put through this sick ....sexual....thing? 

And then something snapped in the pit of his stomach. A tough realization for this twenty year old straight boy. He did need the money. And these men were paying him a decent salary. He would have to go through with whatever they had in mind for him. Even if it involved......Max didn’t even want to think about it. 

Hours later...

“I need to piss” said Mr. D. 

Mr. D got up from his desk, untied the leash and forced Max to sit up. To Max’s horror, the man took his own cock out, forced Max’s mouth open, and stuffed his cock into Max’s mouth.....and began to piss. Max let out a gasp of surprise and tried not to choke on the steady stream of piss. Or Mr. D’s HUGE cock. 

“Swallow his piss, boy. Swallow every drop. If I see any dribbles on the carpet, you’re going to be sorry” said Mr. E. 

Max was choking, but managed to swallow most of the piss. When Mr. D was done, he zipped up his fly again and re-tied Max’s leash to the metal ring, again forcing Max down to the floor. 

“What the fuck?!” cried Max. 

“Now that is not proper office language” said Mr. E, getting up from his desk. Mr. E grabbed a large wooden paddle that had been hung on one of the walls. “When you’re at work, you should speak with respect, for us and this space” 

The wooden paddle went swinging through the air and hit Max’s ass hard. 

“AHHHH FUCK!!!” cried Max.  The wooden paddle came down again. Hard. 

“AHHHH!!!” 

“Max, I can’t concentrate on work when you scream like that” said Mr. D. 

Mr. D stepped forward and forced a ball gag into Max’s mouth, securing it tight at the back of the neck. 

“Good move, Mr. D’ said Mr. E, as he continued to spank Max with the wooden paddle. 

“He’s a loud bitch, but I’ll give him this....His mouth felt good. Spank away, Mr. E. The boy must learn to be a silent respectful relief boy” 

Mr. E continued to spank Max for a little while longer, then put the paddle away and went back to work at his desk. Max was crying, his ass on fire from being spanked. Drool falling onto the office floor from the ball gag, still painfully tight in his mouth. Hours past again, probably lunch time by now, and the men largely ignored Max’s whimpering as they went on with their work. 

Then Mr. E undid the leash from the ring and brought Max up to his feet again. Mr. E pulled hard on the leash and forced Max to get under the man’s desk and lay down. Max did this as smoothly as he could, given that his hands and feet were tied up. Once Max laid down though, the boy groaned again in humiliation. Mr. E had slipped his socked feet out of his loafers and was now rubbing them up against Max’s face. The man’s feet were huge, smothering Max as they rubbed back and forth across Max’s face. 

“Are you using Max?” asked Mr. D

“Yes, I’m making him smell my feet” 

“Oh very nice” 

“Yes, it’s refreshing” 

“How much longer will you be using him? I’d like to tickle his feet”

“Say in a half hour” 

“Works for me” 

A half hour later, Max was finally allowed up from Mr. E’s feet. The boy trying to catch his breath through the ball gag. He barely had time to recover, before Mr. D took him and sat him down in a seat right next to the man’s desk. Mr. D took a seat in his own swivel chair, and brought Max’s socked feet into his lap. Max begged through his gag for this not to happen. He was so ticklish. But Mr. D was more focused on a document on his computer than Max. Without losing eye contact with the document that he was reviewing, Mr. D held Max’s ankles in one hand and began caressing the boy’s socked feet with the other. The man’s hand went gently up and down Max’s soles, playing slightly with the fabric of the socks. But then the caresses became deeper and faster, digging into the boy’s feet. Max began to laugh and squirm, but Mr. D’s hold on his ankles was tight. He wasn’t going anywhere. Mr. D didn’t once look at Max, he just continued reviewing what he was reading, as his hands mercilessly tickled Max’s white socked feet. Max laughing into the ball gag. Some time later, the boy was dripping in sweat and Mr. D finally let go of his feet. He was brought back to his place on the floor and left there for a bit again. 

Mr. E was the one to finally remove the gag.  “Can I trust you to speak with respect for the rest of the day?”

“Yeah....”

“You address us as “Sir”

“Yeah, Sir”

“You see that stack of books?” said Mr. E pointing to a corner where a bunch of old sales manuals were stacked up. “I want you to bring those over to my desk, one by one, in your mouth. You are to crawl on your knees over there, take the manual in your mouth and crawl back to my desk. You set it down in a neat pile. Just using your mouth. Understood?”

Max sighed.  “Yes, Sir” 

“Do it. I expect this done quickly”

Max stared to crawl, or crawl as best he could with his hands tied behind him, but Mr. D stopped him. Mr. D knelt down and placed two heavy clamps on Max’s nipples, causing the boy to cry out. 

“Very good addition, Mr. D’ said Mr. E

“I think so too, they’ll be painful with every movement that he does. Go Max! We want those manuals by Mr. E’s desk. Now” 

Max groaned, the clamps causing his nipples to be on fire with pain. He stumbled to the first manual, the clamps pinching hard as he leaned down to put the manual in his mouth, and then again when he made his way over to Mr. E, to deposit the manual. The clamps had a bell like sound to them whenever Max moved, so it had the horrifying experience of making Max feel like some dog with two bells on him. 

“Faster, boy!” cried Mr. E, as the man took off his own belt and began whipping Max with it as the boy went back and forth across the office. By the time, he had finally gotten all of the manuals to Mr. E’s desk, the boy was aching with pain. He collapsed on the floor, breathing heavy....belt marks across his back. Mr. D ripped the nipple clamps off causing Max to scream. He was brought back to his usual place in the middle of the office, tied down again, so his face rested in the floor. The sun was setting outside. He would have to catch the 5:45 train back to his apartment, he hoped that he wouldn’t be kept late. But at this point, the men had put him through so much....Max had no idea what the final hours of the work day might entail. Hours went by with the men just working again....and then....

Mr. D untied the leash from the floor and pulled Max towards his desk. He bent the boy over the desk and held him there with a firm grip on the back of the boy’s neck. Mr. E came forward and forced Max’s legs wide, tying the boy’s ankles to opposite legs of the desk. He then did the same for Max’s wrists, untying them from behind the boy’s back and re-tying them to opposite ends of the desk, stretching him forward. 

“Final work duty of the day, Max” said Mr. D, as he ripped off the briefs.  “Don’t worry, we’ll give you a new pair of briefs tomorrow” 

“Open up” said Mr. E. 

“What is that?! No, wait, what are you -” 

Mr. E forced an O ring gag into Max’s mouth, forcing his mouth wide open. Mr. E began petting Max’s head as he undid his own pants. 

“It’s okay, Max. It’s okay” 

“His ass is amazing, so firm” said Mr. D. The man spanked Max hard, spread the boy’s butt cheeks and began licking Max’s hole. Max begged for the men to stop, Mr. D’s tongue moving endlessly inside him. The man’s tongue was sending waves of pleasure through Max’s body, the straight boy not knowing what to make of the fact that he was suddenly getting hard. Mr. E was stroking his own big dick in front of the boy. He was going to be spit roasted, thought Max. Fucking hell. What a day. 

“You ready, Mr. D?”

“Yes” 

“Good, same time now” And just like that Mr. E grabbed Max by the hair and forced his big dick through the O ring gag and Mr. D forced his big dick into Max’s asshole. The two men thrusting into Max fast and hard. Max’s legs shook, having been tied so wide and Mr. D’s thrusts becoming incredibly intense. Max’s mouth was foaming with spit, Mr. E’s cock making him gag. He pushed the cock out of his mouth once and was swiftly slapped for that, before the cock went back in. Max’s ass was both in intense pain and pleasure, the cock tickling his prostate in a way that it never had been before. Max’s hard cock was pressed against the desk and brushing pleasurably against it with the rhythm of the fucking. Mr. E and Mr. D were kissing each other as they fucked Max, the men’s tongues going into each other’s mouths. Mr. E came first, hot cum going down Max’s mouth and then soon after, Max felt Mr. D’s cock erupt in his ass. The two men pulled out and Max was allowed a moment rest before they switched places and began fucking him again. They eventually came a second time, and it was done.  They untied and un-gagged Max, the boy falling to the floor in exhaustion, sweating and filled with cum. Mr. E threw the boy’s suit down on the floor next to him.  

“Good first day, relief boy. We expect you to be here bright and early tomorrow. You need to be milked” 

Max gathered his breath and surprised himself by saying....

“Yes, Sir. I will see you both tomorrow” 

[boydaddy52]

Okay then...

So looks like Twitter has officially locked down/ erased my account. Gonna try to rebuild it, but I lost so much content and followers. UGH. 

Anyway, guess we are back to Tumblr a bit more. I’ll try to update more often here now. 

[boydaddy52]

No Mercy

“Dude! Dude I’m so sorry! I’m SO SORRY!” cried Patrick as Daddy held the naked nineteen year old by the back of his neck and led him to the dildo chair. The dildo chair was a large chair in the dungeon with a big hard dildo sticking out of the seat and leather straps for the boys wrists/ankles and chest. 

“PLEASE NO! PLEASE! FUCK YOU!” 

Daddy slapped Patrick hard, stunning the boy enough to start strapping him into the chair. The straight boy pulled at the restraints trying to keep himself from being impaled on the dildo. Daddy strapped the boy in tight though and quickly ball gagged him as well. And then with a push, Patrick’s virgin hole was filled with the hard dildo, causing Patrick to scream into his gag. The straps were now so tight that Patrick couldn’t move off the dildo if he tried, he was stuck. 

“Does that feel good, Patrick?” asked Daddy. 

“MPPMHPM!!!!!!!!” 

Daddy spat in the boy’s face. 

“This is what you get for being an egotistical straight teen. I’ve watched you, boy. Before capture, I watched you on campus, watched you be a bastard to so many people....because you thought you were hot shit. And I will say, you’re a very hot boy. But that doesn’t give you the right to treat people horribly. Daddy is going to put you in your place. And no matter how many times you say, I’m sorry, I won’t believe you. In fact, you will get no mercy from me” 

Patrick’s eyes were filling with tears. The dildo was so big in his ass! This man was a fucking freak! 

“Your punishment for your actions will be....to become my boy. And your training is going to be very very painful” 

Patrick’s eyes went wide. 

“That’s right boy....and by the end of your training, you will be an obedient, humble, toy for my cock” 

“MMMMMPPHMM!!!” This wasn’t happening, he wouldn’t become this man’s toy. He wouldn’t......fuck what the fuck is he holding - 

“Look at those pretty little pecs of yours, I think we need to clamp those nipples” Patrick tried to pull away, but Daddy eventually put two clamps on his nipples, joined by a chain that Daddy pulled....causing his nipples to ache. Patrick begged Daddy to take them off, but the words turned to mush in the ball gag, which was causing Patrick to drool all over his chest. His asshole was clenching against the thick dildo. 

“Now what next....ohh look at your sexy feet” Patrick shook his head wildly - don’t touch my feet! Get your fucking hands away from my feet! - but Daddy began caressing Patrick’s soles, running his hands up and down them. Patrick tried to pull his size ten feet away, but the ankle straps on the chair kept his legs firmly in place. 

“I think this is great time to lecture you on what you’ll be wearing as my toy. Now that you’re stripped of all those old clothes. You should know that Daddy’s boys have a uniform. Once your hole is opened up nice and large by this chair, we will dress you in white briefs. You will wear tighty whities every day, like a good boy. But the second part of the uniform is my favorite actually. Your feet will be dressed in nice white socks” 

Daddy went over to a chest of drawers and pulled out a pair of white low cut socks and put them on Patrick’s feet. Then to Patrick’s horror, Daddy leaned down and mouthed each foot, sniffing them deeply too. 

“You know what also offended me, besides your behavior, that you were wearing black ankle socks. Boys like you should be in white socks, like I just put on you. I think, as punishment for offending me by wearing those, your feet should be whipped. Oh you don’t like that, do you? Look at you struggle, you’re moving around too much..” 

Daddy took out two more straps and attached them to the chair, tying one around Patrick’s forehead to pull his head back and the other to Patrick’s neck as a collar. Daddy ran a hand through Patrick’s hair, petting him like a dog. He then took a riding crop from a nearby wall and began running it against Patrick’s feet. Holding each foot and then suddenly hitting the soles hard with the crop, over and over again. 

“MPMPMHHHHH!!!! PLEASE!” cried Patrick. His nipples ached from the clamps, his ass felt numb from the huge dildo and now his feet were being continually whipped. Even with the socks, the pain was ridiculous. 

“Oh you don’t like that. Let’s move to another part of your body” 

The riding crop moved to Patrick’s balls. 

“Such low hanging balls for a teenager. I wonder how much cum is in them. At nineteen, you’re at your sexual prime. That’s a good thing for Daddy’s boy, as you’ll be having sex a lot and being milked. I want you to know, that for the month that I’ve been watching you before capture, I saw every time you jerked off in your dorm. Every time, you pleasured yourself and came all over yourself like a whore” 

The riding crop hit Patrick’s balls hard and Daddy quickly pulled the nipple clamps off at the same time. Patrick screamed into the gag. 

“Close your legs, if you don‘t want me to hit your balls. Come on close your legs, slut. Oh you can’t, the straps are keeping your legs open. Too bad” 

Daddy continued hitting Patrick in the balls and then finally put the riding crop down, to Patrick’s relief. Daddy took out two leather mitts and fit Patrick’s hands in them. 

“I want you completely helpless, boy. No more hands for you” Patrick looked down at his now mitt-ed hands, they be no use in helping escape now. In fact, Patrick couldn’t think of a way to escape. But he wished with all his might, that he could find one because this man was going to put him through hell, he was already in so much - 

Daddy fitted a blindfold on Patrick and Patrick cried out  “No Please no!” through his gag. 

“Shhhh, you don’t need to see anything. As my boy, I will make all decisions for you. You don’t need to speak, move or see. I will do everything” 

Patrick was freaking out. Now he couldn’t even see what this sick fuck was going to do. A buzzing sound filled the dungeon and Patrick tried to beg for the blindfold to come off, but Daddy refused. Suddenly his cock was pressed up against something vibrating. A buzzing vibrator. 

“My boy needs to be hard at all times” 

“MMMMMPHMM!” 

“Gotta get that young cock hard and cumming. How much can you cum? At nineteen, I bet you can cum over and over again. I’m gonna make you produce so much cum. I’m gonna make you drink it. I’M gonna drink it. And when you think you can’t cum anymore, I’m gonna make you cum again. Gotta milk you like a cow”

“MMMPHMM!!” 

“Ohhhh you’re already getting hard. Good boy” 

Patrick had tears streaming down his face, past the blindfold. His cock now rock hard against the vibrator. His asshole clenching against the dildo constantly. Drool came dripping down his chest from the ball gag. His body was shaking. “Do not cum for this man’ Patrick thought. “Do not cum” And yet....

“OHHHH you ready to cum? Let Daddy have a taste”

Patrick came and almost immediately felt Daddy’s mouth on his cock, as he came into the man’s mouth. Patrick felt so humiliated, as his cock ejaculated onto Daddy’s tongue. Moments later, Daddy took the straps off the chair and pulled Patrick by the hair, off the chair. His ass popping after being released from the dildo. Patrick could barely stand after the chair, and even if he could, the blindfold made it impossible to see where he was going. Daddy kept a firm grasp of the boy’s hair and dragged him across the dungeon. He was thrown on a bed, his arms chained to the headboard. Daddy spread the boy’s legs and quickly entered Patrick’s ass, fucking his virgin straight hole. 

“That’s it, boy. That’s it. Let Daddy in. Daddy wants to come in his new boy. Ohhh is that a good moan that I heard? Maybe my discipline paid off. Moan on my cock, you slut!”