I’d always been straight. I mean, I get it’s a continuum, but I’d 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 didn’t 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 – 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.
“I think Cheryl is into you, you know.” He smiled. Were we really talking about Cheryl?
“Maybe, but she seems a little vanilla to me.”
“Well, now what do you mean by that?”
I’d been drinking. Fuck it.
“I doubt she’ll do the things I like.” I mustered enough courage to wink. What was I doing? The interaction was incredibly loaded. My heart rate increased.
“Oh, you a little kinky? What, you want to spank that little girl?” He smiled again.
“Uh, more like the other way around, actually.”
Bill leaned closer. “Oh, are you the kind of boy that needs some discipline?” His voice was lower now, with a friendly edge. I squirmed.
“Girls don’t know anything about discipline, David. I’ll bet you have a hard time with that.” His arm was suddenly around my shoulders, pulling me closer. “Don’t you?”
“You should come with me, and I’ll give you what you need tonight.” There it was.
“Doesnt matter what you aren’t. Matters what you are, and that’s a subbie. Isn’t that right?” I nodded. “You need to hurt for someone? You need to be bound and used?” I nodded again.
He signaled the bartender and paid my tab. I didn’t stop him. “Come on.” 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 couldn’t do it myself. “There you go.”
He lived close. He didn’t speak until we were in his garage.
“Now, 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, I’m going to tie you, and I’m going to spank you, and I’m going to use you. I’ll be gentle, and I won’t leave any marks, but you’ll have to agree to be mine for the night.”
“No 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 we’ll never speak of it again.”
My mind was racing. I squirmed in my seat. He reached over and unbuckled the seatbelt.
“I’m going in. If this is something you want, leave your clothes in the garage and come inside naked.”
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. “Come here, boy.”
Suddenly, I was crawling.
“Come sit here, next to me.”
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.
“Does my good boy need some attention.” I nodded. “Speak up, little boy.”
“Good boy.” The hand was on the back of my neck. “Put your wrists behind your back.” 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.
“Am I your first man, little boy?” I nodded. “You’ll never be the same, you know that, right?” I nodded again. “Ask to be my boy tonight.”
My voice was small. “Please can I be your boy tonight?”
“You want mean old Bill to use you tonight, boy?”
“I think you should call me daddy.”
“You want to wear my collar tonight?”
“Ass up, head down.” 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. “These are mine now.” His fingers grazed my asshole. “You let girly dommes fuck you with dildos, little boy?”
“You ready for my dick tonight, little boy?”
“guess we’ll find out, won’t we?”
“Up.” 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. “Let’s play a little game. I’ll talk about things that I like, and we’ll see whether you can admit which ones make your little dicky hard.”
I nodded, struck mute. It was like my mind was screaming so loud I couldn’t think.
“How about spanking? Does the little boy like to have his bottom spanked?” I nodded. “What if I used a belt, or a paddle? What if I make you cry? Will you cry for your daddy?” There was no point in lying; he had the proof in his hand. He squeezed my balls again. “Oh, you like that, don’t you? But you’ve never had a mean old daddy spank you, have you?” I shook my head. “I like to do it across my lap, so you’re right here close to me.”
“Oh, look at your little dicky. Nothing for you to fuck here, is there? Maybe we should lock it up so you don’t get confused.” I gasped. “If you were really mine I wouldn’t let you cum at all, but you’d like that, wouldn’t you? No cummies for the little boy. Only daddy gets to cum.”
“He’s not here, little boy. Daddy is your god tonight.” With practiced skill, he flipped me over on to his lap, one leg over my lower legs. “time to punish the little boy for his naughty hard dick.”
I’d 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.
“Oh, that’s a hard spanking for you, isn’t it? Good boy, good boy.” He stroked the back of my head as I sniffled into his shoulder. “My good little boy needs a break, so we’ll take care of him.” My breathing slowed to normal, and my tears stopped. “Come here,” 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.
“You have a nice red bottom now, don’t you, boy?”
“That makes daddy very happy, but daddy needs a little more. Don’t you want daddy to be satisfied?” The fear/arousal rose again.
“Let’s have a bit more, but we’ll change things up a bit. On your knees.”
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 man’s cock than I’d ever been. His was thick and long, bigger than mine by a real margin. Veiny, uncircumcised, stiffening, leaking precum – like his desire made flesh. Bill’s 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. “Come back.”
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 – not that I wasn’t aroused, but I was so far into subspace that erection seemed absurd.
Bill continued a stream of nurturing patter. “Look at that good boy taking such a hard strapping. I know it hurts, David, but you have to learn, don’t you? And you want daddy to be happy, don’t you? Aren’t you happy to be my boy tonight?”
“Yes daddy yes daddy yes daddy oh god daddy please mercy please”
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.
“You think that will help you remember who you are, little boy?”
“now, it’s time for you to come thank me.”
I looked up. He’d leaned back in the chair, smiling, as he held his impressive erection out from his body. “You’re not done until you take care of this.”
I twisted, and tried to reach him with my cuffed hands. He laughed. I understood even before he corrected me. “No, boy, you’re going to use your mouth. You never sucked a dick before, did you?”
“No time like the present. Open up.” 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. “Oh yes, the first time’s never easy, but you’ll get the hang of it.” 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 couldn’t take all of it, but I did as much as I could. Soon, he held me tight and still and was thrusting, thrusting, thrusting. “Take it, take it, swallow it, swallow it.” Cum filled my mouth. I had a new appreciation for all those girls who’d 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. “Good boy, good boy.” I rested my head on this thigh, his cock head still in my mouth.
“You can rest now.” 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, like never before.
After a few minutes, he stirred. “Come on, little boy, get up here.” Back in his lap, nuzzling him. He unlocked the cuffs, but left the collar. Cuddling. “That’s a good boy. I think you should stay here tonight, don’t you?”
“The come with me.” 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. “Good little cocksucker,” 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. “Now, little boy, what about you?” His hand was on my cock, stroking, touching, caressing. I grew hard again, and soon I was spurting across the sheets. “Thank you daddy.”
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