You and Nick decide to make some noise for the night.
TW: Daddy Kink, SMUT, P in V, No Condom (wrap it before you tap it).
Word Count: 2475
You hadn't been dating Nick long. He had bumped into you a few months ago at a coffee shop and slipped the coffee all down the front of you. He had offered to buy you a new cup, get your clothes dry-cleaned, and an absurd amount of apologies. That turned into chatting for several hours and him asking to take you to dinner in a few days. The rest was history. You had been dating him ever since.
Tonight was the charity night for Nick's football team, the Forty-Niners. He told you it was a black tie event, and you were pleased to get so dressed up. You had gone dress shopping a few weekends prior and found the most sultry black dress. It was floor-length with a hip-high split with the slightest hint of gold detail. The neckline was a pointed sweetheart that plunged with a V down to your rib cage. This wasn't the first going out with Nick in public or meeting his teammates, but this was the first time there would be lots of publicity. You would be photographed with Nick and wouldn't step out in anything that made you feel less than the villain in your own movie. You finished the look with your hair in Hollywood waves and a simple black strapped stiletto.
The event started at 8, and promptly, at 7:15, there was a knock at your door. You opened the door to find Nick in a pitch-black tux that immediately made you horny.
"Hi, Handsome, you look amazing," you said, trying to not give in to the building need inside you.
"Damn, babe. You look incredible. It's a good thing I know how to fight 'cause you are going to be turning every man's head", he spoke while continually dragging his eyes up and down your body. He started to move toward you and went in for a kiss. As you parted your lips and let his tongue in, it became a heated mess. A tiny gasp escaped you as he slid his arms around you, one going around your waist and the other sliding through the slit in your dress to find your ass and squeeze. Suddenly, you heard a throat clear loudly, and you both broke away from the kiss.
Nick seemed annoyed at the interruption and only turned his head to find Ralph, your next-door neighbor who had made several passes at you, to which you had repeatedly stated you were just friends. Ralph was what you called a cigarette man. He was thin and dressed like an intellectual, which was terrible. You just weren't particularly attracted to it. When it comes to romance, especially the bedroom, you like to be more submissive. Ralph was not dominant but more arrogant. He always assumed to be the smartest in the room and had no problem sharing his opinion. When you first moved into the building, Ralph had been fantastic. He helped you with the best places in the neighborhood to eat and tricks to living in San Francisco. He loved books and movies which you talked about a lot. He had become a great friend, but he started to want to be more than friends. He made several requests for dates, and slowly, you had stopped hanging out with him. The last time he had asked was after your first date with Nick, and you had become slightly annoyed at him not taking no for an answer so you had been even more honest and had told him he wasn't your type. You hadn't seen him much since then, but apparently, he decided to make an appearance, and Nick had left the apartment door wide open. You put a smile on your face and quickly stated, "Evening Ralph."
"Y/N," he grunted with a curt nod. "So I guess a hulking giant who likes public displays of affection is more your type," at that, Nick started to growl and let you go, ready to defend you, but you got there first.
"Yes, Nick is absolutely my type because he's big and strong but kind and caring. Sorry about the door we were just leaving," you quickly rushed out as you pulled Nick out of your apartment and locked the door, "we have a charity event tonight, so we won't be bothering you any longer. Have a good night!" You finished as you pulled Nick into the elevator that arrived quickly.
"Whatever, just be quiet when you return, I guess, since you will probably have a drunk gorilla to handle," Ralph replied with a rude and dismissive tone.
Luckily, the elevator doors closed before Nick could say or do anything.
"What is his problem?" Nick asked, clearly and understandably upset.
"I'm so sorry. He thinks highly of himself, and I told him the last time I saw him that he wasn't my type cause he wasn't taking just a plain no thank you as an answer to his date invitations. Please don't let him ruin the night. I am so excited."
"Ruin my night. I don't want him to ruin yours. I couldn't care less what he says about me."
You signed with relief and let a slow smile slip across your face.
"He hasn't now. I believe we were in the middle of somethingâŠ" you started to say, but then the elevator dinged. The doors slid open to the lobby of your apartment, "Oh darn, I guess we will have to continue later." You whispered while giving him a quick peck on the cheek.
Nick started to pull you out of the lobby with your arm wrapped around his. He suddenly pulled you in front of him with his chest to your back and whispered, "You are a tease and will be paying for that later." You just smiled and hoped the event passed by rather quickly.
The charity ball was beautifully decorated but a little overwhelming. There were cameras and reporters everywhere, not to mention the hands of team owners, coaches, and sponsors to shake and be introduced to. Once the formalities were taken care of, the party really picked up, though. The live band was a great cover band that covered many amazing songs. Nick wasn't the most graceful dancer but would use any excuse to keep you close in his arms. Eventually, the night started to wind down, and you were both ready to go. The song had gotten progressively more sultry, and you were both prepared to be in the privacy of your apartment.
Walking into your lobby, Nick struggled to keep his hands off you.
"God, I hope they don't have cameras in the elevator, he growled, flexing his hands on your ass, waiting for it to come down. However, the lobby doors opened right as the elevator doors dinged, and in walked Ralph with his crusty white dog, "Rupert." Nick didn't remove his hands from you but moved them from your ass to your waist. Ralph didn't say anything but made a sound of disgust and silently stood beside you in the elevator. You could feel the awkwardness and felt like something should be said, but all you could think of was to wish Ralph and Rupert a good night as you walked off the elevator. Ralph didn't turn around. Just rudely called, "Keep it down tonight, will ya?" over his shoulder, then slammed his apartment door. Neither one of you really worried about it because you were again alone.
While you tried to unlock your apartment door, Nick had his lips on your neck, slowly kissing a trail from behind your ear to your shoulder. You were struggling to focus but finally got the door unlocked. You both tumbled inside. You started to lean forward to lean on the couch to take your heels off, but Nick grabbed you and pulled you into the front door, twisting to push you up against it. He used one hand to pin your hands above your head and the other to grab your chin.
"You were naughty earlier if I remember correctly, and decided it was a good idea to tease me."
"No, I was not trying to tease you. I was asking where we had left off and was interrupted."
"Oh, so that can be explained, but what do you have to say about deciding to wear that delicious dress. Because I know you wouldn't be able to wear panties with a slit that high." He accused as he tested his theory and moved his hand to the front of you under the dress and was proven correct.
You gasped as his fingers grazed over your center. Unable to answer, he answered himself.
"That's what I thought, you naughty naughty girl. Now I want you to slip that pretty dress off and walk your sexy ass to your bed. Then I want you to climb in on your hands and knees and put your hands on the headboard. Do you understand, princess?"
You were putty in his hands, unable to form words. You just shook your head.
" No, princess, use your words."
"Yes, Daddy, I understand."
"Good girl, now go."
And with that, he pulled away from you. You slipped the dress off and let it fall to the floor, then strutted (obviously, you would put on a show) to your bedroom, put your hands on the wall, and spread your legs slightly. You may like to act dumb, but you knew what Nick wanted. He wanted to see you in a bra and stilettos in one of his favorite positions.
You heard him walk in and groan at the sight before him.
"Fuck princess, you really are perfect." He had undone his belt, pulled his jacket and tie off, buttoned his shirt a little, and rolled his sleeves up. You jumped and got goosebumps when you felt his fingers against your thighs. They slowly reached your pussy, and suddenly Nick plunged two fingers into you. You moaned out at the intrusion, "Fuck Daddy so good."
"Yea, does my princess like when I play with her wet pussy?"
"Oh fuck⊠yess, it's so good." You could already feel yourself getting close to cumming. You had been getting worked up all night, and now you wanted to let it all out.
"Daddy, I need you in me. I want you to use me," you begged.
Apparently, Nick wasn't in the mood to tease either because he pulled his fingers out and then was gone for a second. But then you felt his cock against your clit, and Nick was wrapped around your back.
"You sure you're ready, princess? I didn't play with you like I usually do."
"Fuck yes, I have been wanting you all night."
That was all Nick needed to hear. He plunged into you. He wasn't small at all, and usually, he would make you cum once on his fingers to make sure you were ready before sticking his cock in you. Nick gave you a few moments to adjust and then slowly started to move. You both couldn't hold back the loud moans that resulted from the sensation. He intertwined his hands with yours on the headboard and kissed any skin he could get close enough to. Nick started to move at a faster pace, and you could feel yourself getting close.
"That's it, sweet girl. I can feel you squeezing me. I know you're close; no asking tonight, just come for me. I want all that cum on my cock." He continued to pump into you. He let go of one of your hands and found your clit. He only had to rub one or two circles, and you were cumming. Nick slowed his pace slightly and fucked you through the orgasm until you calmed somewhat.
"There she is. There, my princess. You made such a mess. Look at how dirty you made my fingers."
Without thought, you opened your mouth and took his fingers, sucking and licking them clean.
"Such a good girl. Knew what I wanted, and I didn't even have to ask. Now flip over, sweet girl. I want to watch your face as I make you cum again."
Nick pulled out of you for a second to let you turn around and slide down the bed to rest your head on the pillow. Once settled, Nick slipped back in but didn't move.
Worried, you asked, "Is something wrong? Do we need to stop?"
"NO! .. Sorry, no, no, not at all. Nothing is wrong. In fact, I was just thinking how perfect everything is. You, us, tonight everything." With that, he kissed you deeply, wrapping one of his arms around you and holding himself up with the other. You started to squirm under him, ready for him to move. He broke the kiss and smiled.
"Okay, okay, I know." He started to move again and kept his eyes glued to you. He was holding on to your bed frame and was ready for both of you to cum.
"Fuck handsome just like that. "
"Shit princess, you are so sexy."
"Shit I love when you fuck me like this."
"You are taking my cock so well."
"I'm yours, baby; use me."
Nick's pupils were blown, and a dark smile grew on his face with that. "that's right, princess, you are mine. And I am gonna make sure everyone in this fucking building knows it."
"You like when I tell you you're mine."
"Yes, Daddy, I'm yours.
"Yea, and who does this pussy belong to?" he asked while pounding into you, shaking the headboard with each thrust.
"Yours, Daddy! It belongs to you. Fuck Daddy, don't stop. I want your cum daddy."
With that, Nick cam while still thrusting into you. He took a few deep breaths and slowly pulled out from you. You winced as he pulled out. You were certainly going to be sore tomorrow. Nick rolled off the bed and went to the bathroom. A few moments later, he returned with a damp cloth and gently cleaned you up.
"Alright, pretty girl, that was just a temporary clean. We need to get in the shower." You smiled as you saw him offering his hand and took it. You both quickly showered and climbed into bed, exhausted from the night's activities.
The next morning, you woke to find Nick's arm slumped across your midsection. You slowly slipped out from under neither it and threw on some sweats to go out and grab a coffee. When you closed the apartment door, you turned around to find Ralph and Rupert again. When Ralph saw you, his face went bright red, and you remembered that he shared the bedroom wall of your apartment. He quickly entered his apartment without making eye contact or saying anything. You giggled to yourself and walked to the elevator.
The plan was to meet my friend Dan after he had finished work at 4:00, it was now 4:30. When I knocked on the door it was his Dad who answered, wearing nothing but gym shorts and trainers. I never realised how hot he was, on the few occasions I saw him, he had worn baggy jumpers. My cock immediately started to harden. âErr mm hey Mr Johnson, is Dan home?â I asked nervously. âOh didnât he tell you? His manager asked him to work an extra hour, he shouldnât be long so come in and wait for himâ.
I walked in, sitting on the couch facing away from the front door in the living room, Mr Johnson followed me in and sat down next to me. âSorry for the lack of clothes, I was midway through changing out of my sweaty gym outfitâ he joked. âItâs alright! youâre r looking pretty ripped Sir, any tips on getting a body like that?â. Truthfully I didnât care, I just wanted an excuse to stare at him for longer. Mr Johnson paused, there was something on his mind. âWell you donât get a body like this by doing nothing son, have a feelâ he grinned. I stared back at him in shock. âMr Johnson are youâŠâ he cut me off. âCome on you know you want to, I saw the way you were looking at me on the porchâ. Ok so he knew. I moved closer, reaching over to to squeeze his massive arm. I brushed my hand down his solid abs, his hair running through my finger. My heart was racing.
âYou know, Dan isnât back for a while. We could have some fun?â At this point I lost all moral instinct. Replying âwhatever you say Mr Johnsonâ. A look of excitement came over him. âStop calling me Mr Johnson, its daddy to you. Now lick my pits you dirty fagâ. He lifted his arm revealing a hairy pit dripping with sweat. I immediately buried my face in it, covering my tongue in a layer of salty sweet sweat. My nostrils filled with his musky manly scent. I was so turned on I could barely contain myself. As I was finishing up, I could se his cock growing under his shorts. I must have been doing a good job.
Once his armpits were suitably clean, Mr Johnson stood up to pull down his shorts, revealing a white jockstrap. He sat back down on the couch. âget on your fucking knees and suck my bulgeâ he ordered. âYes daddyâ I replied, seeing the anticipation on his face. I knelt on the floor in between his straddled legs. Before I could start he grabbed my head and forced my face into his pouch, rubbing it up and down.
Moments after he released me, pulling down the jockstrap to reveal his huge cock. It was better than I ever could have expected. âSuck daddies cock boyâ he demanded. As I put my lips around his head, he started to moan. I rubbed my tongue across the back of his shaft before edging further down âthatâs right, donât stop until I cumâ he said, continuing to moan, getting more intense as I carried on.
Suddenly I heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. âFUCK thatâs Danâ Mr Johnson whispered. As I went to pull away, he grabbed my head once again to push his cock down my throat. I gagged as my chin rested on his balls. The door opened and Dan walked in âDad is Austin here yet?â He questioned from the hallway. âNo, I told him to come back later as you would be late finishingâ he replied. âOh ok well I will be up in my room if he arrivesâ. Dan then walked up the stairs closing the door behind him.
âI told you we werenât going to stop until I cameâ grinning. He started fucking my face, using both hands to thrust his cock deeper down my throat as I gagged. I loved how he used me as his sex toy. It didnât take long before a flood of cum entered my mouth. Mr Johnson moaned so loud I felt sure Dan heard it. As I pulled away to swallow, Mr Johnson pulled me closer giving me a short passionate kiss. Was in heaven? As I got up he threw his jockstrap at me. I smiled, shoving it in my pocket.
âNext time that ass is getting poundedâ he whispered. âWhatever you say daddyâ I replied. Finally realising my dream of sleeping with an older man would come true after all! And with that I turned and walked upstairs like nothing ever happened.
DONâT MAKE HIM ASK. Â A dominant man is doing you a favor by fucking your faggot ass. Â Donât make him ask. Â A true faggot should already be naked and kneeling in front of a dominant man. Bend over, present your faggot ass and beg him to fuck you. Â If you are very lucky, he may agree to use your hole.
DONâT ASK FOR A CONDOM. Real men donât wear condoms.  And faggots were born to take cum.  Accept your role.  Taking cum up your ass is the highest compliment you will ever get in your otherwise worthless life.  If a faggot wonât yield and insists on a condom, I charge $100 for each condom as a âconvenience fee.â
DONâT COMPLAIN. You are very lucky to have a man agree to fuck you at all. Â Your only role is to please the man. Â He can do anything he wants. Â Whatever he demands, just say âYES SIRâ
LET HIM SPANK YOU. Dominant men get turned on by slapping the asses they are fucking and seeing those asses turn a rosy color. Â Never complain. Just be grateful that the man is paying any attention to you at all. Every time he spanks you, say âTHANK YOU SIRâ
LET HIM GRAB YOUR HAIR. The harder he pulls, the more you should be enjoying it. Â Let him use your hair like a leash to maximize his enjoyment. Â Although some men like their boys to be buzzed smooth. If he wants to shave your head (or all the rest of your body), accept and be thrilled that he has taken an interest. Forfeiting your hair is a small price to pay to make a real man happy.
LET HIM TWIST YOUR NIPPLES, BALLS AND COCK. As he pumps his cock up your ass, let him twist hard. Beg for more. Â It is only good if it hurts. Â Let him know he is totally in charge and can use you however he wants. He deserves it.
LET HIM CALL YOU NAMES. âBitch,â âCocksucker,â âFaggotâ. This is about allowing the man to totally dominate, abuse and use you and your faggot ass.
LET HIM TAKE PICTURES AND VIDEO. Â If a man is willing to spend his valuable time by taking pictures and video of you being fucked, including pics of your face, you should be honored. Â Think of how many people may enjoy seeing the pictures and video of your abuse. Â It makes your faggot dick hard just thinking about it, doesnât it? Â When he is done, beg him to post the pics and video online for the world to see.
SHOW HIM RESPECT. Be polite. Call him Sir or Master. Â And thank him after a good fuck. Â If he requests, give him money. Â
CLEAN HIS COCK. Â When he is done, suck his cock until he is satisfied.
DRINK HIS PISS. Â When a real man is done fucking, he often needs to piss. Â Happily accept his piss down your throat. Â And swallow.
BEG HIM TO SPIT ON YOU. Before he leaves, beg the man to spit on your face. Â It will reinforce his role, your role, and your position in life.
As I said, I told my gfâs gay friend (I classed Jimâs as my friend too but heâs my fag now) to come back the next day after I gave him a glimpse of my cock.
I came back to tumblr to brush up on how to treat a fag. I wanted to be as dominant as possible for this cocksucker.
He text me the next day and said I could go over to his if I wanted, which worked better since my parents have never seen us together without my gf so it could be weird. I wanted to make sure I found the right type of boy so I text him and said âare you a fag? Because Iâm an Alphaâ and he just replied âyes sir, for you to use. Just please donât tell [gfâs name]â
I got to his house and went up to his room. Thankfully his parents were at work, because Iâm really verbal when fucking.
I laid on his bed with him and we talked for a bit. I did it just to tease him. I could see in his eyes how eager he was to see my body and feel my cock. But I liked watching him squirm I guess.
He asked me since when am I into this and I explained that I always kinda was without even knowing it. Even with [gfâs name] every time we fuck Iâm really dominant, telling her what do to, that sheâs going to enjoy my cock whether she likes it or not (consented obvi, especially with women). But it wasnât until I heard about the existence of fags that I could finally be as alpha as I needed to be, since I learned that fags want to serve me and my cock by choice and not by chore.
I could see his fag cock leaking through his Adidas shorts already and he told me âwellâŠ. Iâm one of those fags sir. Iâm just glad you finally noticed. You can use me anytime you want. My mouth or even my ass if you want to go that far. Just donât let [gfâs name] find out please sirâ
Thatâs when I told him to stand up and take off his clothes for me, when he took off his pants and underwear I could see the wet patch of Precum all over them as they dropped to the floor. You fags really are horny little cunts. And that only makes me enjoy it even more. Then I told him to undress me, but to leave on my Calvinâs and socks.
I didnât have time to shower after rugby that morning, but he said that was even better. I was so intrigued by this fag boy I had known for so long but never used sexually until now. I wanted to see what he would do without my orders. I told him âyou have 15 seconds of free reign on my body fag, to touch what youâve been wanking over at night in this room while fantasising about meâ âhow did you know I did that sir?â I almost laughed in his face. Of course I know that. I could tell he had a crush on me, and I wank over the bitches I find hot.
â3,2,1, go fagâ. It was so intriguing to watch his wildest dreams come true. What a desperate little cocksucker he is. He went straight for my feet (just like @fagsworshipalphas said he would hahah) and started to sniff my white socks. Then he came up further and reached my bulge, pushing his face into it and sniffing as much as he could, all while muttering âthank you sir, thanks you sir, thank you sirâ he just made it to my armpits when his time was up. I couldnât believe the desperation of this fag to sniff every part of me. Thereâs nothing I find hotter than someone whoâs desperate and begging for pleasure when theyâre so horny they think they might explode, and thatâs what I saw in this fag.
âGet my cock hard boyâ I told him and he pulled my cock out of my underwear. His face lit up so much it was laughable. He started to wank my cock and then couldnât help but start sucking. I told him to work on the tip to get me hard and thatâs what he did.
Soon I was throbbing, watching this fag boy enthralled by my cock, his own dangling freely while oozing Precum. I grabbed his hair and started fucking his mouth faster. Daddy wanted to cum, itâd been way too long since Iâd had a blowjob. I smacked his face and he whimpered. It was like nothing Iâd ever heard before. It was pure and utter submission to my alpha ways. I wanted more.
I told him To get ready for my load, and he started whimpering even more (he told me after he couldnât believe he was finally going to taste my cum) and I shot my load into his fag mouth. Without even asking he swallowed the lot, it was such a privilege to him. It was probably the best blowjob Iâve ever had. That fag knew how to work on a shlong, his tongue was everywhere. Once I was done I said âgood boy, now clean up my cock.â All he could say was âthank you so much sirâ while he cleaned up every drop of cum from my cock.
I told him to get dressed. He started to put on his underwear, and I told him to stop.
âNo fag, these are your uniform. You wear them until the next time I see you do you understand?â And I handed him the Calvinâs I had worn over here. He put them on and looked so happy and horny all over again. I wanted my Calvinâs on him so heâd never forget heâs mine, to mark him. But I wanted his as a reminder too, so I took them with me.
As I pulled up my pants he said â so, youâre gonna walk home commando then?â I said yes. I could tell for some reason he was getting horny and faggy all over again. âItâs just, I used to stare at your bulge when youâd be with [gfâs name] and watch your cock flop back and forth, wishing I knew how big it was. I could watch it all day sirâ I couldnât believe the mind of a fag. Who knew they thought like this?
I went up to him and put his hand on my commando bulge, and told him âIâll be back soon to use you donât worry, and maybe your hole if youâre a good boy for meâ.
I slapped his ass and left, shocked by what the fuck I have become. But I love it
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