Iâd always been straight. I mean, I get itâs a continuum, but Iâd never even wavered a bit. I liked girls, and I liked to be tied up, and that was my sexuality.
Bill was very open about his orientation: gay leather daddy. He looked a bit like a Castro clone, though I didnât know the term at the time: tall, muscular, sideburns, mustache, you get the idea. Almost a charicature, and yet something in me was attentive to him immediately.
We met through mutual friends â lots of happy hours and whatnot. One night, as the happy hour wound down, I found myself next to him at the bar. I guess he could tell he flustered me, and he liked that.
âI think Cheryl is into you, you know.â He smiled. Were we really talking about Cheryl?
âMaybe, but she seems a little vanilla to me.â
âWell, now what do you mean by that?â
Iâd been drinking. Fuck it.
âI doubt sheâll do the things I like.â I mustered enough courage to wink. What was I doing? The interaction was incredibly loaded. My heart rate increased.
âOh, you a little kinky? What, you want to spank that little girl?â He smiled again.
âUh, more like the other way around, actually.â
Bill leaned closer. âOh, are you the kind of boy that needs some discipline?â His voice was lower now, with a friendly edge. I squirmed.
âGirls donât know anything about discipline, David. Iâll bet you have a hard time with that.â His arm was suddenly around my shoulders, pulling me closer. âDonât you?â
âYou should come with me, and Iâll give you what you need tonight.â There it was.
âDoesnt matter what you arenât. Matters what you are, and thatâs a subbie. Isnât that right?â I nodded. âYou need to hurt for someone? You need to be bound and used?â I nodded again.
He signaled the bartender and paid my tab. I didnât stop him. âCome on.â He walked towards the door. I was in a daze of confusion and arousal, but I knew enough to follow.
In the parking lot, he opened the passenger door for me, and then, incredibly, put on my seatbelt as though I couldnât do it myself. âThere you go.â
He lived close. He didnât speak until we were in his garage.
âNow, David, we need to talk. You can come inside with me and play tonight, or you can go home now. This is our time; nobody needs to know about it. But if you come in, Iâm going to tie you, and Iâm going to spank you, and Iâm going to use you. Iâll be gentle, and I wonât leave any marks, but youâll have to agree to be mine for the night.â
âNo buts. You say yellow if it goes to far or fast and you need to slow down. You say red if it needs to stop entirely. Say yellow as much as you need to, but if you say red, this will never happen again, and weâll never speak of it again.â
My mind was racing. I squirmed in my seat. He reached over and unbuckled the seatbelt.
âIâm going in. If this is something you want, leave your clothes in the garage and come inside naked.â
I watched him get out and go inside, leaving the door slightly ajar. My dick was stirring, incredibly. I was sweaty and breathless. Bill had my number, entirely. Slowly, I stepped out of the car and stripped, leaving my clothes in a pile in front of the car. With a deep breath, I stepped through the door into his home.
The garage door took me right into a living area. Bill was in a leather chair. I looked at him, really looked, for the first time. His jeans were tight. The shirt was now open, and I could see the salt-and-pepper hair on his chest. âCome here, boy.â
Suddenly, I was crawling.
âCome sit here, next to me.â
I crawled over and sat next to his legs in front of the chair. He moved the leg, and shoved me between his knees. His hand was on my head, stroking, like a pet.
âDoes my good boy need some attention.â I nodded. âSpeak up, little boy.â
âGood boy.â The hand was on the back of my neck. âPut your wrists behind your back.â I did. My mind was on fire, screaming in new desire and fear and trepidation and excitement. Cuffs, from somewhere, now held my hands behind me.
I looked at him, looked into his eyes.
âAm I your first man, little boy?â I nodded. âYouâll never be the same, you know that, right?â I nodded again. âAsk to be my boy tonight.â
My voice was small. âPlease can I be your boy tonight?â
âYou want mean old Bill to use you tonight, boy?â
âI think you should call me daddy.â
âYou want to wear my collar tonight?â
âAss up, head down.â I suddenly felt very, very naked.
He pushed my head to floor, then buckled a leather collar around my neck before reaching between my thighs to grab my balls. He squeezed. I gasped. âThese are mine now.â His fingers grazed my asshole. âYou let girly dommes fuck you with dildos, little boy?â
âYou ready for my dick tonight, little boy?â
âI donât know daddy.â
âguess weâll find out, wonât we?â
âUp.â He pulled on the collar. Now I was on his lap with my back to him. One arm held me in place across my chest while the other rested on my cock and balls, stroking.
His face was just at my ear; I could feel his whiskers on my neck, and his voice was right in my ear. âLetâs play a little game. Iâll talk about things that I like, and weâll see whether you can admit which ones make your little dicky hard.â
I nodded, struck mute. It was like my mind was screaming so loud I couldnât think.
âHow about spanking? Does the little boy like to have his bottom spanked?â I nodded. âWhat if I used a belt, or a paddle? What if I make you cry? Will you cry for your daddy?â There was no point in lying; he had the proof in his hand. He squeezed my balls again. âOh, you like that, donât you? But youâve never had a mean old daddy spank you, have you?â I shook my head. âI like to do it across my lap, so youâre right here close to me.â
âOh, look at your little dicky. Nothing for you to fuck here, is there? Maybe we should lock it up so you donât get confused.â I gasped. âIf you were really mine I wouldnât let you cum at all, but youâd like that, wouldnât you? No cummies for the little boy. Only daddy gets to cum.â
âHeâs not here, little boy. Daddy is your god tonight.â With practiced skill, he flipped me over on to his lap, one leg over my lower legs. âtime to punish the little boy for his naughty hard dick.â
Iâd had bare-handed spankings before, but never like this. He was unrelenting and brilliant malicious. He had me howling quickly, but showed no sign of stopping. It never even occurred to me to safeword, though, because I was already so deep I wanted daddy to be proud of me.
Soon, I was sobbing, begging, pleading for a break. Finally, he relented, and pulled me up into his lap like a child, and wrapped his arms around me while I calmed down.
âOh, thatâs a hard spanking for you, isnât it? Good boy, good boy.â He stroked the back of my head as I sniffled into his shoulder. âMy good little boy needs a break, so weâll take care of him.â My breathing slowed to normal, and my tears stopped. âCome here,â he said, and I was confused until he moved my head, and his mouth was on mine. Something else new, I thought, and accepted his tongue.
âYou have a nice red bottom now, donât you, boy?â
âThat makes daddy very happy, but daddy needs a little more. Donât you want daddy to be satisfied?â The fear/arousal rose again.
âLetâs have a bit more, but weâll change things up a bit. On your knees.â
I knelt at his feet again. Bill stood up, and quickly stripped his shirt and jeans. He wore no underwear. Suddenly, I was closer to another manâs cock than Iâd ever been. His was thick and long, bigger than mine by a real margin. Veiny, uncircumcised, stiffening, leaking precum â like his desire made flesh. Billâs arousal was somehow more carnivorous, more dangerous, more predatory than any of my female partners.
He sat back down, but he was holding his belt. âCome back.â
I resumed the position. This time, I was acutely conscious of his stiffening dick rubbing against me. It was enough of a distraction that I only really registered that he was going to belt me when the first strokes started. Tears came much faster this time, but he showed no mercy. I cried, and I felt his dick get harder and harder, that insistent and dominant arousal stiffening as he brought the belt down again and again. Mine stayed limp now despite a near-constant stream of precum â not that I wasnât aroused, but I was so far into subspace that erection seemed absurd.
Bill continued a stream of nurturing patter. âLook at that good boy taking such a hard strapping. I know it hurts, David, but you have to learn, donât you? And you want daddy to be happy, donât you? Arenât you happy to be my boy tonight?â
âYes daddy yes daddy yes daddy oh god daddy please mercy pleaseâ
At last he stopped, and shoved me onto the floor in a heap. I heard him exale deeply. I felt spent and exhausted and owned.
âYou think that will help you remember who you are, little boy?â
ânow, itâs time for you to come thank me.â
I looked up. Heâd leaned back in the chair, smiling, as he held his impressive erection out from his body. âYouâre not done until you take care of this.â
I twisted, and tried to reach him with my cuffed hands. He laughed. I understood even before he corrected me. âNo, boy, youâre going to use your mouth. You never sucked a dick before, did you?â
âNo time like the present. Open up.â He slapped it against my face a few times and then it was in my mouth, pushing down my throat. I coughed and gagged. He laughed. âOh yes, the first timeâs never easy, but youâll get the hang of it.â His hands were now on my head, guiding me. I let him, sucking and licking as much as I could. I wanted it. I wanted him. I wanted his praise. I couldnât take all of it, but I did as much as I could. Soon, he held me tight and still and was thrusting, thrusting, thrusting. âTake it, take it, swallow it, swallow it.â Cum filled my mouth. I had a new appreciation for all those girls whoâd done this for me. The load felt monumental. I swallowed all I could, but some sputtered out. I kept sucking, suckling really, as he softened in my mouth. His hands shifted from tight grips to easy caresses. His tone was different. âGood boy, good boy.â I rested my head on this thigh, his cock head still in my mouth.
âYou can rest now.â I felt my ass throbbing from the spankings, my jaw ache from the blowjob. I felt the tears drying on my face, and the drool and semen on my chin. I was in a deeply submissive place, Â like never before.
After a few minutes, he stirred. âCome on, little boy, get up here.â Back in his lap, nuzzling him. He unlocked the cuffs, but left the collar. Cuddling. âThatâs a good boy. I think you should stay here tonight, donât you?â
âThe come with me.â We both stood, and I followed him to the master bedroom. His shower was big enough for both of us; he beckoned me in, and washed me like a prized pet. I let him. As he washed himself, I found myself on my knees, playfully sucking him again. My own arousal was completely subsumed into submission for the time being. He stroked my head as he hardened in my mouth, and in a few moments he was cumming again. This time, he pulled out, and spread it on my face. âGood little cocksucker,â and his eyes smiled as the shower rinsed the semen away.
We toweled off, and he pulled me into his bed. I curled up in front of him as he spooned me, exhausted but excited. âNow, little boy, what about you?â His hand was on my cock, stroking, touching, caressing. I grew hard again, and soon I was spurting across the sheets. âThank you daddy.â
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