Bottom #1, Chapter #1
I lie down on my bed, one finger in my asshole and one hand on my dick. I push my middle finger deeper and deeper into my hole, until a soft moan escapes my mouth. The feeling is powerful. But it is not enough.
I open my drawer and pull a dildo out at random from my collection. This one looks to be about eight inches long.
“Easy,” I think to myself. “A slut like me can take much more.”
I push the end of the dildo into my pussy and release a louder moan. It feels painful, but a good pain. Pain I want more of.
I realise then that it has been ages since a real dick has ploughed my pussy.
“I need to be fucked,” I say out loud, frustrated. “Now.”
I pick up my phone and begin browsing through some of the numerous gay sex apps I have. I don’t have to limit my search to tops - that’s already my default setting.
With one hand I scroll through the many hung tops who would have no trouble making me their little bitch for the night. With my other hand I hold the dildo to my mouth, licking it and imagining the real dick I’ll soon be sucking.
It’s hard to choose one guy to plough me when there are so many hot tops on these apps. But one guy catches my eye. He looks older, a masculine beard covering his face, his chest covered in hair. I know straight away that I need his dick in my hole immediately. I click on his picture and begin to type.
“Your dick, my ass,” I type, adding a winking emoji at the end.
I stare at my phone for what feels like an eternity but he replies only seconds later.
“You think you deserve my dick, boy?” he says.
I am a bit taken aback. This is not the response I was expecting. I thought he would be eager to fuck me.
“Of course?” I reply uncertainly.
“One condition,” he replies.
“Yes?” I reply immediately, picturing his dick sliding in and out of my pussy.
“You do everything as I say, no questions asked,” he replies.
I think about this for a moment. I have no problem letting another man control me. I like men pinning me down and asserting their masculinity over me. But I don’t know what he has in mind. And I am unsure if I want to give him such control over me.
I look at his picture again and I realise that I want to be his bitch. It is a small price to pay for having his dick deep inside me.
“Deal,” I reply.
He responds with an address and I quickly get dressed, pulling on a pair of pink boxers that I hope he’ll appreciate. Once I am fully dressed, I get into my car and drive towards his nearby address.
I arrive to find myself at an exquisite house. It looks to be too big for just one person and I wonder if he is alone in there. I quickly push the thought aside - the only thing I can think about is his built pecs and the sight of them on top of me.
I knock on the door, a sense of nervous excitement bubbling within me.
The man in the picture answers the door. He is shirtless but wears pants held together by a thick black belt.
“Hi,” I say excitedly.
“Follow me,” he says without greeting me.
He leads me downstairs into a dark basement. There are a number of doors leading off a hallway and he takes me into one of them. I enter to find a luxurious living area with a large bed in one corner.
“Take your shirt off,” he commands.
I eagerly oblige, keen to get his dick into my fuckhole as soon as possible.
“And your pants,” he commands, sounding slightly bored as he waits for me to get naked.
I oblige again, until I am fully naked except for the pair of bright pink boxers I put on.
“Pink?” he laughs and I feel slightly embarrassed. “You really are a little bitch, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I smile.
“You do not open your mouth unless you address me as ‘Sir’ or ‘Master’,” he says threateningly, stepping closer to me.
“What?” I say, caught off guard.
He slaps me across the face and I feel my cheek sting.
“I said no questions,” he says.
I don’t have a great deal of experience being so submissive to other guys. Sure I like to let them fuck me, but I never feel like I belong to them. But the sight of his bare chest quickly subdues any doubts I have.
“May I ask one question before we start, Sir?” I ask in a slightly cheeky voice.
“Very well,” he agrees. “One question. And make it good, you don’t get another.”
I slip my hand into his pants and feel his half-hard dick.
“Can I also call you ‘Daddy’?” I ask cheekily.
He smiles but he does not reply. He grabs me by the throat and pushes me backwards onto his bed, standing over me as he should.
I raise my legs up into the air, ready to be invaded.
“Ready to fuck this ass?” I ask.
He sits down on the bed beside me and quickly grabs my left ear. He pulls me over him until I am bent over his right knee, ass in the air. He spanks my right ass cheek hard.
“I said do not address me unless you call me ‘Sir’,” he says, ignoring my cry of pain.
“Ready to fuck this ass, Sir?” I repeat, adding the last word bitterly.
“I think you need to be taught a lesson first boy,” he says, spanking my ass again.
“What?” I protest.
“Show some respect when you open your mouth boy,” he commands, spanking me again.
“Stop spanking me,” I say. “I just want your dick inside me.”
“You’ve got a long way to go before you earn this dick,” he says, spanking me twice, once on each cheek.
“Stop spanking me, Sir,” I say, putting a lot of attitude into the last word.
“I don’t think this spanking is working,” he says to himself. “We may need a more advanced lesson.”
I hear him undoing the buckle of his belt and I am frozen in place. My eyes are wide with fear. I want to run. But a bigger part of me wants to see what he is going to do to me.
He pulls his belt off and suddenly my fear overcomes my curiosity. I begin to rise off his knees but before I have even moved half a metre, he pushes me down effortlessly with one hand on my back.
I hear the whoosh of the belt before I feel it slamming against my butt cheeks. I let out a yell. He ignores me and strikes again.
“Do you like it boy?” he asks.
“No,” I say honestly.
I realise a second too late that I forgot to address him properly. I feel the belt strike my ass three times in quick succession and I feel a tear form in my eye.
“Do you like it boy?” he repeats.
“No Daddy,” I reply, hoping that he will stop hitting me if I show him the respect he desires.
This doesn’t seem to work. He whips my ass three more times, before slapping each cheek ten times with him hands.
“Yes Sir,” I cry, giving him what he wants. “I love it, Sir.”
“If you love it so much, let’s give you the full experience,” he says.
He pulls my underwear down until they are around my ankles. Then I feel the belt sting against my bare butt cheeks, following by his powerful hand striking them both.
“Is that better boy?” he asks.
“Yes Daddy,” I reply. “I love it Daddy.”
“If you love it so much,” he begins, “you should be thanking me every time I spank you.”
“Yes Sir,” I say, deciding that being obedient is the best way to please him. This is a small price to pay for how good his dick will feel inside me later.
He spanks my right butt cheek harder than ever.
“Thank you Sir,” I say.
He spanks me again.
“Thank you Sir.”
He spanks me again.
“Thank you Daddy.”
I feel like each of my cheeks have been spanked a hundred times before something different happens. I feel his hand against my ass, but this time he isn’t hitting it. He is feeling it. Like a buyer opening a new product at home, he is feeling his property, deciding what he will do with it.
I feel his fingers inching closer to my fuckhole. I desperately want them inside me, loosening my hole before he drills it with his cock. Closer... closer...
I feel the tip of his index finger slide into me, feeling the edge of my hole. I want to tell him to go deeper, to destroy my hole. But I know that I am not allowed to make demands. He will do what he wants with it.
Suddenly, he pulls his finger out and pushes me off his knees and onto the floor.
“Get dressed,” he says. “Go home.”
“What?” I demand. “I came here to be fucked.”
He reaches down and slaps my face again.
“You have a long way to go before you earn this dick,” he says. “And I told you already to address me as ‘Sir’.”
“Yes Sir,” I say, disappointed.
“Come back tomorrow,” he says. “Wear the pink underwear.”
“Yes Sir,” I say.
I want to argue. I want him to fuck my brains out tonight. But I know that it will be futile.
I head home and slide the dildo into my hole, desperate to feel something inside me. I expect my cumshot to be small - I barely spent any time playing with my dick and things did not go as I had hoped. When I cum, I am pleasantly surprised to find what feels like gallons of cum shooting out of my dick and onto my chest.
I fall asleep and I dream about my hairy Daddy. I dream about his rock solid arms slamming against my ass as he spanks me.
When I wake up, my dick is rock hard. I want him to spank me again.
