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*based on my true story. Very early on I realised that I was a top with a dominant streak in bed, and sexually I wanted a total bottom fag boy, but I'm complicated, I like small lean boyish bodies, but not necessarily young, it's about attitude and I love body hair... When the trope is young hairless twink, add to that that I like slutty subby fag in the bedroom, and sweet average guy in the streets... And you're beginning to to see why I was still single at 45, the right mix of sexual chemistry, love and partnership just didn't seem to exist. Recently I'd come to terms with being single and was loving it, slowly building a group of regular sexy bottom boys who'd come around get puffed up, role play and spend the weekend getting fucked and bred by their daddy, and I loved it. The regulars would start to play out our fantasies and talk more openly about different role plays etc. One in particular a hot lean island boy, Patrick, older, but great bod and attitude, would get deeply into the idea of me owning him, and wanting to make his daddy happy, in between sessions there would be silence for weeks or even months, but when together it always started with puff, then ultimately intense hot sex and exploring fantasies. As we talked about different scenarios, public, parks, toilet hook ups etc I confessed I had a huge fantasy to have two bottom boys at once, one tucked under each arm, cuddled up on the bed each vying for my attention, my cock and who would be the lucky one to take my load. I thought nothing of it until one Friday afternoon when a text came in from him asking if I could get some puff and if I would like him to bring over his bottom friend and a verse guy for a foursome. I quickly said yes and arranged a time, meanwhile just because I was excited of course my normal supply of gear dried up, so had to search out more, thankfully I finally found some just after dark, but was still walking home from the pick up when the boy texted saying he was parking outside my apartment building. Stepping up, I quickly got to the car park and saw my boy paying for parking and went up to say hello, he smiled warmly, I hugged him being sure he could feel my significant package pressed against him, and quietly confirmed I had the supplies. We then turned and he introduced me to his friend, Dean, my cock twitched as I checked out this gorgeous young looking otter boy, I hugged him the same way and asked... Where the other guy was? Patrick said he was sorry but he had flaked, I said I wasn't worried but I did hope Dean was the other bottom, not the verse guy. Dean smiled and confirmed he was the bottom. We headed into the building, once in the lift with it's better lighting, I was busy checking out this sexy otter boy and he was checking me, and that was when he said it for the first time, "oh hi daddy" he said in obvious lust, having now been clearly able to see what I look like. At 45 I'd recently been working hard on myself, had lost weight, muscled up a bit and was looking pretty good for and older bearish white guy if I do say so myself. At 6'2" I was finally in a place of being confident and comfortable in my looks, as well as proud of my well kept salt and pepper beard, I also proudly wore tighter jeans that cupped and displayed my significant buldge prominently, because I loved catching guys checking it out as I walked down the street. Conscious not to alienate anyone I turned my attention to Patrick, complimenting him, cupping his bubble butt and asking "You boys ready to service daddy?" all the while silently being extremely excited to play with the new boy. The seconds felt like hours as the lift came to my floor and we headed down the hall to my apartment. Once inside I got the boys a beer each, playing up how daddy was letting his sons try it for the first time, then as they put they're stuff down and got situated, I sat on the couch, pulled out my pipe and loaded it up, taking the first decent hit, and asking them to join me. Patrick was fluffing around with his own pipe and gear, so it was Dean who eagerly joined me first, to my surprise, without hesitation he sat straight on my lap, straddling and facing me. "Hi Daddy" he whispered sexily as he gave me a first little kiss. I asked if he would like to try Daddies 'naughty' pipe, and made him promise never to tell mummy, as the role play kicked off. He agreed and I explained the best way to start out was to shot gun, I took a big lung full, went in close and blew the clouds into his mouth, transitioning into a passionate kiss as we passed it back and fourth. I then let him have one directly, being careful to explain it like it was the first time for my young son, and he proceeded to shotgun it back to me, his hands begining to explore my muscular chest as we made out. Coming up for air, I was keeping an eye on Patrick, who was still fluffing around, I've seen threesomes go wrong when two parties had better chemistry and accidentally left out the third, and I wanted my fantasy to come true, so was going to be sure Patrick was included. "Daddy, I feel so relaxed now" Dean said leaning into his role, "Daddy, do you like me rubbing your chest? Can I rub the rest of your body?" he asked sweetly, and I confirmed it was OK. Dean's hands explored all over me, and he complimented my body as my hands explored him, his back and settled on massaging his bubble butt. He hesitated before touching my packaged and looked at me as if to ask permission, which turned me on massively, and I confirmed it was OK for my son to be curious. When his hand touched my now rock hard 9" thick uncut rod bulging in my tight jeans he let out a moan so sexy in surprise and delight... He would later explain it was because he was worried I might have used a sock to stuff my buldge and when he confirmed it was real he was so thrilled. Patrick finally joined us and I moved Dean so each one was on either side of me. We sparked up our respective pipes and all began making out and shotgunning to each other, I was careful to insure both boys had equal attention, though already I was secretly favouring Dean. Soon enough the boys had my cock out and were taking turns stroking it, then sucking on it, at every stage there was something electric about Dean that had me starting to wish it was just he and I, one on one, but I wanted to see out my two boy fantasy, so kept intentionally keeping the balance. When it was finally clear that the next step was to fuck I decided to ask the boys who should get to ride my raw cock first. Dean confirmed it should be Patrick, because apparently in a previous threesome Patrick had missed out when the top focused on Dean and left him out. I moved us to the bed that I'd set up in the living room and lay back instructing Patrick to straddle facing me and sit on me while Dean got between my legs and closely watched as my lubed fat cock penetrated his tight hole. Like always, and like I loved about Patrick, he struggled to take my tool, but followed his daddies instructions not to pull off, to relax, and to take a little more, and keep repeating until I was all the way balls deep. At that moment I heard a sigh of lust as Dean exclaimed "wow" once Patrick sank fully onto my rod. Puffing another lung full Patrick then lent down and we made out, shot gunning as I began to thrust up into him, causing him to moan with involuntary pleasure. Before long he was riding and grinding loving my tool in his boy pussy, but managing to control himself enough to come to a stop, pulling off and saying it was Dean's turn. Instructing the boys to switch positions so Patrick could watch the penetration this time, Dean was soon in my lap, reaching back, taking my cock and lining it up with his hole, unlike his 'brother' who had left it up to me to line myself up, Dean left nothing to chance wanting me to know how much he wanted me in him. As he sat back and we became one for the first time, I again noticed the electricity, something was different, somehow he was tighter, yet more receptive, somehow even as he struggled to take my significant thickness I could tell there was no hesitation, he needed me in him, and with the last two inches still to go and Dean seemingly unable to take more, I couldn't control my animal side and I angrily, passionately and roughly thrust up, forcing the rest balls deep. Dean yelped in happy extacy and pain, Patrick may have moaned, but I can't remember, he was tuned out in this moment of taking my boy fully for the first time, and with overwhelming desire to thrust into him and own him, he rode like a champion as I bucked into him lustfully, dreaming of breeding him. I took control then, and swapped back to Patrick, being sure not to let my connection to Dean overshadow the threesome of my fantasy, I was soon trying each boy in every position and was making the plan to first cum inside Patrick to be sure he felt equal. As I was about to finish a round inside Dean and move back to Patrick with the intent of seeding his hot brown bubble butt, Patrick, with a noticeable look on his face announced he had lost the mojo of the moment and said he wanted to go home. I pulled out, sitting back up, instantly worried that both boys would leave and secretly relieved as I had a growing desire to inseminate Dean. Patrick asked Dean if he wanted to go too, and I felt an insane fear that he had not felt our connection, but he looked at me with lustfull eyes asking if he could stay. I was thrilled, saying he could stay all night if he wanted and asking if he had a way home in the morning, offering my services to give him a ride if needs be. As Patrick packed up and left it was clear that despite my best intentions he had become jealous, sensing my preference for Dean, and he left, looking a little dejected, which I was sorry for, but didn't really care because now I had the object of my true desire to myself. Within minutes I had moved Dean to my actual bedroom, somewhere I didn't take hook ups, and I had him on his back, his hot little hairy otter boy body writhing in pleasure as my fat raw cock stretched his hole, his legs on my shoulders and I passionately kissed more clouds into him. My body kept him from playing with his totally ignored tiny little cock, but that didn't matter, Dean was all about the pleasure he got from my cock penetrating him, he was a total bottom for me and wanted for nothing more. His eyes rolled back as his body shuddered when I asked if he wanted me to breed him, "yes sir, yes please, please inseminate me, make me yours" he pleaded with begging eyes staring into mine, and it was enough to send me over the edge, the animal taking control, almost violently forcing myself deeper than ever before, pinning him down, angrily, primaly and with no escape for him, I began to unleash the biggest load of my life, rope after rope shot deep inside, letting out loud nasty growls as my body spasmed, continuing to shoot and pulse longer than I ever remember before, "take it all boy, good bitch, take daddies seed, squeeze tight, don't let it leak, show respect, hold it in you, yeah, feel it, does that feel good?" Only then as I asked that question did I look into his eyes seeing that his body too was spasming and the best he could manage was to nodd affirmatively as his little cock shot a load between us. Finally as we each began to regain composure Dean wrapped his legs around me, physically holding as he begged me not to pull out, blissfully pleading about how much he loved my cock in him and how it had never felt that way before. My head desired to keep going, but the shear intensity of the orgasm had temporarily drained everything from me, it was like my body had decided that this wasn't just a fuck, it was a transfer of my essence to this worthy receptical and now I needed to know how he felt. "I'm going to pull out boy, I need a rest after that amazing orgasm, you squeeze tight, don't let my seed leak out, show it respect". He gladly did as he was told, somehow what I said seemed to make total sense to him and be completely natural, then as I lay back to catch my breath he, without prompt, went straight down to suck my cock clean saying "can't waste any of my daddies precious seed". I was thrilled, this boy somehow naturally knows my rules and kinks, there are only two acceptable places for my load, up his ass and down his throat, pulling out should be considered a punishment, and he should gladly carry my seed in him publicly, seeming normal in the street, but my seed reminding him he is my toy and that making him smile and be proud. Once clean he snuggled into my side, instinctively knowing to stay lower, tucked under my arm, slowly stroking my cock, resting his head on my chest quietly as we recovered and finally breaking the silence with "Daddy, that was mind blowing, did you enjoy it too?" I snuggled back kissing his head, stroking his body, and confirming that yes it was possibly the biggest load I've ever shot in a boy and that I loved every second of it. I confirmed he was OK with how rough it got in the end and he answered how much he liked it, that infact I could go harder, choking and spanking or even bondage if I liked. He then told me that he had never in his life cum from being fucked alone before, he had always had to jerk off, that I had made something happen that he thought was a myth. We continued to chat about our sexual kinks and desires, discovering in every way we were like positive and negative, yin and yang for our desires, until after a moments silence he asked me, "what are you looking for Daddy? Just a hook up, a regular fun time, or a boy to own"? I confirmed I was open to it all but my true desire was to find a boy to own, who in streets and in front of family is my sweet sexy boyfriend that I might even marry one day, but who in private was my sex toy faggot play thing, that kissed my mother hello with lips that only moments before had been sucking my cock and swallowing my load, a boy who went to work with my fesh load held deep in his hole and he clenched to hold it in as he went about his duties, a boy who would be over the moon to find a little pottle of my semen included in his lunch box, who would worship my cock like his God, and would get his pleasure not from his own little cock, but from mine penetrating his horny boy hole, and receiving my seed. A boy whose biggest problem would be that he loves me fucking him and doesn't want me to stop, but he also physically craves my semen in him. A boy who would only play with other men if he had my permission and I was there, who would then reconfirm his preference for me over the other top by disrespecting his semen and pushing it out or spitting it out... Who considered condoms heresy, only there for him to beg permission to remove, or to damage so they would definitely break inside. As I spoke he cuddled in, moaning, loving it and soon after I finished he said "how do you know me so well? None of that seems like rules, it seems natural and perfect... Do you think I could apply to be your boy? What would I need to do?" "if you want to give yourself fully to me, the first step is to take my load in your ass, hold it there without spilling, then on the same night suck my cock until I cum in your mouth and hold as much in your mouth as you can, swallowing a little if you must, then showing me and waiting on instructions... But be warned it is hard to make me cum through head alone, you'd need to work very hard and no boy has succeeded without me having to jack off. If you pass that test there is more, but we can talk if you get that far". "would you like me to be your boy sir?" he asked, needing the reassurance of his possible alpha daddy. "Fuck yes!" I confirmed emphatically, "so far you are my dream boy, physically and emotionally". With that a look of determination came across his face and before I knew it, my hands where above my head, and he was between my legs sucking my still hard cock like his life depended on it. It wasn't easy, he required some encouragement and instruction, and I had to hold my hands above my head physically in order to stop from the edging he was giving me making me take over. I wanted this boy to succeed like no other, I wasn't going to take control and ruin his chances. And to his credit he kept going, changing positions, trying different rhythms and styles, deep throating, gagging, changing angles, until about an hour in he found the magical rhythm angle and depth, and he redoubled his efforts sucking like a starving child working for a life saving meal, and I was moaning louder and louder, my neighbours must have heard, and then to my massive relief and happy surprise I did what I rarely ever have done before, I shot my load, purely due to the lips, mouth and tongue that currently worked my rod. Dean took it all in his mouth, I felt him take a couple of swallows but no semen leaked from his lips, even as I shot another massive load, one that frankly surprised even me, how could there be this much in my balls after the load I shot in his ass not long ago? Once finally done and I regained my composure I usher Dean up, and told him to open his mouth and show me my seed, there it was coating his tongue. "now close your mouth and swirl it around, make sure you fully taste and enjoy it all" he moaned showing genuine enjoyment as he did as he was told until I instructed him to swallow. "did that taste good?" I asked already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it. "Yes Daddy, it was delicious. Daddy can I tell you something? You might think badly of me, but I've sucked and swallowed lots of cocks and cum in my life, and I'm not bullshitting when I say, yours tastes the best feels the best, and your cum might be my new favourite food" he blushed a little. "You know what boy, daddies had lots of experience too, and I'm already forgetting them because you are so much better. If you're telling the truth to me then you are my dream boy and love". Dean snuggled in, confirming that yes it was the truth, going to some detail about how good my seed was, about how he can feel it in his tummy and his ass still, how it seems like it is taking over his body now and almost chemically owning him. I confirmed that was my intent, and after making out a little more, I picked up the pipe again, as I breathed in the clouds I realised, not once had my boy left my cock unattended, I'd never had to remind him, to stroke it or suck it, he naturally knew he should be of service to it, and I leant in, shotgunning and making out deeply with him. "I'm glad you stayed and don't have to rush away" I confirmed in between puffs and kisses, "you've got me rock hard again... Can that sweet boy hole take some more pounding?" "yes daddy, please, is this part of becoming your boy daddy?" "no son, this is purely for lust and passion, I'll tell you about next steps after". And before I knew it I was balls deep raw in his hot tight hole again, again it both resisted and hurt but somehow was also accepting and welcoming, as I got balls deep I noticed any plain was also gone and replaced with pleasure as soon as I bottomed out. Something he later said that was also unique to me. This time we fucked in a more loving passionate and connected way, near the end it got rougher as I bred him, which he loved, but the fuck itself was long, deep and focused on being as one, as intensely as possible. As he sucked me clean, my third load now settling deep in his sweet boy pussy, I found myself hoping this was real and not just another hot hook up forgotten in the new day... And to my surprise my boy was thinking the same way. "it's morning daddy, I have to go home soon, but I mean it sir, I want to be yours, see where this goes and devote myself to you, my mouth and ass already desire more of your cock and seed. What do i do next to be your property?" With that I explained that he should go home, live his life for a week, be a slut, get as much cock and cum as he can, and I will get as much ass as I can, then in the cold sober light of Friday, if we still want each other I will invite you back for a night making love without puff to be sure this is not just a drug fantasy. And if all of that goes well, then you will be my boy. I explained, this was a test to be sure our connection was special, that no other man could satisfy him like me and no other boy could satisfy me. I told him I hate games, I like honesty, and to please stay in touch, communicate lots about everything during the week, even if it is not what we hope, I would rather not be left wondering. He agreed, and after I offered him a shower but he said he didn't want to wash my smell off him, we got ready and I drove him home, now knowing where my toy lived. The following week went by quickly, my boy delighting me by keeping in constant touch on whatsapp, both of us expressing our desire for more of the other, then going off with other people to see if it saciated the desire... And it never did, took the edge off a little for a short time yes, like a drug addict getting an inferior substitute, but the cravings continued until 6pm Friday night, I stood outside my apartment building, a huge smile across my face as I got instantly hard seeing my boy walking up the street returning to me, rushing, with no patience left as he waited to cross the busy street and fall into my arms for a deep close passionate kiss and cuddle. The drivers looking at us melted away as I rushed him inside, and quickly desperately got naked and got inside him again. Making passionate connecting love, drug free, all evening and again when we woke in the morning. He blew off his plans for the weekend and coming week, and we have been together ever since... Puffing, role playing, living out fantasies. But it would take a year before I would reveal my last secret to him, we'd said we were on prep, but not discussed status, and my connection with him had been so intense and so overwhelming straight away, that l had kept from him that I am HIV positive, undetectable. But how he found that out is a whole other story... Tbc?
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Written by me with inspiration from others and thought lost on Bugshare. I should never had stayed talking to Him in the bar that night I lost my job, and certainly should not have borrowed money – at least not from Him. But the current credit crunch, with rising debts, outgoings and expenses soaring, had left me destitute. Losing my job at the bank was the final straw and there seemed no where to turn. I had seen Him several times in bars and clubs over the past months, in my home town and when away on business trips. He always seemed to be there, sitting at the bar and raising his glass when he caught my eye. Not that I minded or event thought it odd that He should be there. I travelled extensively with my work and just assumed that He was another traveller – alone in a strange city. And why should I object to the attentions of this six foot three brick shit house of a man, with a goatee, cropped dark hair and the most piercing blue eyes I had ever seen? His was a body and face to make Tom’s Men seem insignificant. He was always in leather jeans, or chaps with a skin tight black tee-shirt that hid nothing and revealed every ripple on His body plus two large heavily ringed nipples. Now I have had a think for pierced men for many years and whilst I had a couple of tats, had never plucked up enough courage for rings – but a Daddy with heavy piercings was another matter. These regular ‘meetings’ eventually lead to a ‘Hi’ and before long, conversation. Being away from home, with a new acquaintance and a few beers, it was easy for me to talk about my life, my likes, desires and fantasies. The fact that I built up both my experience and my fantasies was not an issue - they were my fantasies. Little did I know the trouble this would get me into. Whenever i was in a bar or club, He was always there, and from our developing conversations it was clear that He was interested in my experiences in life, work and relationships but whenever i asked a question, especially plucking up courage to ask about our regular pattern of meeting, He just smiled. And nothing else happened. At least, not at that time. Let me tell you a little more about me at that time – name of Jim, 36 years old, five ten with a good shaved body (gym three times a week) and short, but not cropped, blond hair. As i said, i had a couple of tats – one on my arse and one in the small of my back – but had always dreamt of extensive ink work and body modifications. Indeed, when i wanked off, and yes i did so several times a day even in the bog at work, i always fantasised about Him and how i would like to submit to Him and let Him change me as He would see fit….. With my boyish looks and tight body (with a goatee when on holiday, since my company did not favour facial hair and i was The Corporate Man) i know that i attracted admiring glances when in a bar, and my then boy friend used to enjoy this attention, too. My troubles really started with the bank going into receivership and me not only losing my employment but my vastly subsidised lifestyle – mortgage, cars, loans for designer clothes, and expensive holidays around the globe and eating out in top restaurants several times a week – who wants to cook when there was someone else much better to do it? However, given the situation i felt that if we really cut back on all expenditure, let the cars go and looked for a smaller place to live we might, just, be able to get things sorted. After all, with a decent degree, a good track record in banking and finance and, living centrally there had to be jobs out there and we had no need of a car to get around. The boy friend had other thoughts and stated that he was not prepared to subsidize me; after i had put him through school and paid for acting lessons and gym membership for the past few years and included him in everything i did. That evening he moved out, taking many of the paintings and ornaments – ‘before the bailiffs get them!’ . Bastard. So, left in a waterside apartment with fantastic views, what was i to do? Friday night. So let’s go out and get laid. It helped. When i entered the club the first person i saw was Him – raising a glass and indicating for me to join Him. Within minutes my whole story was out. He nodded and listened. “So what would you do to get out of this situation…?” “Anything”, I replied, and I think that answer sealed my fate. Telling me that He would be in contact to discuss employment options (and I still had no idea what line of business He was in) i gave Him my address, phone number, email and employer’s name and address. Feeling somewhat relieved that i had some hope, i went home early, not even remotely interested in sex. A week past – creditors’ letters were starting to pile up and while my land line had been cut off, my mobile never stopped ringing (couldn’t turn it off in case He called) – people hassling for repayment of loans. Had i really been that profligate? Friday night again – and i dare not go out for fear of the four thugs that had all week been hanging around the entrance to the apartment block, obviously watching my movements and when the apartment would be empty so that the landlord or creditors could take possession. The door bell rang. Not expecting anyone, i checked on the screen and saw Him. ‘OK, He’s probably coming to discuss my employment,” and I slipped the catch. He entered, with a small balding man in a dark suit, carrying a briefcase. Seeing Him in my hallway was more impressive that in the club, and the contrast between the two men could not have been greater. “Right, down to business. You need a way out and funds, and I have brought my lawyer to go walk you through your employment contract. Your troubles end tonight”. The layer removed a thick wad of papers from his briefcase. “Sign where indicated”, was all he said. Starting to read the contract, it was suddenly snatched from my hands by Him. “It you want to have your financial troubles sorted there is no need to read this – just sign. Should you want to go through in detail we call a halt to our arrangement now’. What choice did i have – this was my salvation. i signed – what i thought would be once, but as the lawyer turned pages, i was signing at least every third page. When i had finished, both the layer and He added their signatures to the last page. Legalities completed, the lawyer packed up his case and left. He did not shut the door behind him and the four thugs that I had previously seen hanging around outside burst I, locking the door behind them. ‘What the fuck……’ was all I could manage before i was hit hard across the face and in the stomach. My mouth was bleeding and i could feel that a few of the expensive crowns were lose, but had no time to consider this since without a word i was grabbed and thrown across my dining table – where i had just signed my employment contract. Straps were produced, binding me to each leg and a ball gag was roughly pushed into my mouth so that i could taste more blood. He just watched. Without a word, he took a knife and slowly and painstakingly cut through my jeans, belt, and tee shirt, before slitting my jock and leaving me naked and bound to the table – helpless. ‘That’s better. I have waited a long time to see your body and to have you where I want you.’ My mind raced; what was going to happen. Never have I been so scared, and yet my dick stood to attention and was harder than it had ever been. ‘Good, I can see that you are in agreement that this is what you want. Now let me explain’, and with that he nodded to the thugs who stood to attention at each corner of the table, He then pulled a chair up so that he was sitting between my legs – His face level with my dick. ‘I have been watching you for many months both on your business trips and via the websites that you have accessed. And my, haven’t you found some interesting and perverse ones? From these and the on-line conversations that you have had with many Masters - actually all Me – I have a good understanding of how your mind works and what you really want from life. ‘Don’t think that our meetings were accidental. You have been under constant surveillance and observation for the past twelve months and there is nothing about you past life, family, friends or employment that I do not know. You can hide nothing from me. ‘You are what I am searching for and your employment with me will take you deep into your inner most thoughts and desires. There is no way out and no resignation or dismissal, in the traditional sense, possible’. i tried to struggle but the straps were two tight and all that I could do was mumble into the gag. ‘Now don’t struggle, there really is no use, and my team will not hesitate to damage and hurt you if you do not comply. To them you are nothing, a nobody. ‘I am going to ask you a series of questions, a test, to establish the absolute limit of your desires. I believe that a true masochist with a deep-down need to be hurt will be turned on irrespective of what its verbal answer may be. You will not be able to hide away behind a “no”. When He said this it made my dick go hard. As hard as it was for me to admit to myself my true desires, let alone actually tell them to someone, i also knew that tied naked to the table I would not be able to fool him: my dick never lied. He remained silent and as the silence lengthened, my erection subsided. ‘Let me explain. As from Midnight, I have assumed all your debts, loans and redeemed your mortgage. All that you had is now my property and you have signed away all rights to me. ‘This contract will be filmed so that there is no way out.’ And with that one of the thugs switched on a small camera and set me into the viewfinder. ‘First question. Do you want to also be my property?’ He asked slowly and methodically, his eyes fixed directly upon mine, and then slowly looking downward towards my crotch. As He said this i thought, ‘Property? No way am i property; i am a free man!’, but found myself unable to control my dick. Slowly it lifted up and away from my ball sac, rising towards Him. He smiled approvingly, then fell silent and waited for my erection to subside. When i was flaccid again He continued, speaking each word carefully and slowly with his deepest voice. ‘Do you want to be kidnapped, removed and separated from your current life to live as my Slave twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week?’ Before He had even finished asking the question, my dick had become engorged once again and stood erect. I could feel the beat of my heart racing, filling it up. Then again, silence. ‘Do you want to be tattooed?’ Again my dick responded without hesitation. Over many hours the questioning continued as before. After each question He waited before proceeding to the next. And with each question He drew my affirmative response. ‘Do you want to be pierced including tongue, nose, nipples and dick, freely according to my wishes? ‘Do you want to be marked permanently to identify you as my property? ‘Do you want to be modified in any way that I see fit that will bring pleasure to me and my customers? ‘Do you want to be visibly tattooed including hands, face, head and scalp, with whatever I want, including but not limited to overtly homoerotic images and tribal designs? ‘Do you want wear my permanent steel collar and be cuffed and chained to sleep in your cage at night? ‘Do you want to be displayed in public and on websites? ‘Do you want to serve anyone that I wish you to, with no limits and no choice, no matter how perverse or extreme their taste?’ By the time that He seemed to have finished his list of questions, i realised that i had agreed, well, my dick had agreed, to possibly everything that he could conceivably do to me. He then walked to stand directly in front of me, his legs spread apart, removing his tee shirt, standing in his jeans, chaps and heavy black motorcycle boots. I couldn't look away and stared at the black tribal tattoos that covered his entire chest and torso. The thick metal rings hung from his nipples. He looked down, grinning and said: "Just one last question. Do you want to begin being my slave starting now?" i had expected that question and was trying to think of anything that would cause me to lose my hard-on. Yes, i had fantasized about being a slave and being tattooed but wanted to scream out ‘No!’ He knew everything now and there was nothing that i could do. My darkest secrets were out, ones that i had hid from myself for many years. Silently i was cursing myself for having spoken with Him and cursing my dick for betraying my desires. Being in bondage, naked and gagged turned me on, so when He looked at my dick, try as I might, my own body betrayed me again as my dick went hard. ‘I knew that would be your answer and the video is a witness to our contract. You are my property now. You will do as I wish when I wish with no question or hesitation. I will modify you, use you and change you as I so decide. And be warned, I will not tolerate any disobedience. So there is no mistake about, there is no going back. It's time to close your past life’. With that he nodded to the thugs; two went into my bedroom and I could hear them rummaging in my closets and drawers. One went though my desk and laptop whilst another searched cupboards. Each returned with piles of clothes, shoes, papers and documents, files and photographs: a huge pile was forming in the centre of my room. ‘What the fuck were they doing with my things?’ ‘In case you wonder,’ He said, ‘we are taking your past life and will destroy what there is so that you start anew’. He took my passport and birth certificate and tore them up in front of me and threw them onto the ever expanding pile. A thug gave him my address book and a print out of all my contacts from my pc. ‘Good, I think that we are done. Prepare him’. i felt a tourniquet being tightened on my right arm and a prick. Suddenly, as it was released, my whole body glowed and slowly i began to drift into an induced sleep. Light, bright and shining in my eyes. Suddenly i was alert and awake and trying to sit up, found that i was totally unable to move any part of my body or head. And now my eyes were open i couldn’t even close them. A large monitor came to life - a news report, or actually several reports one after the other. i saw my old office block with the head of securities standing outside. What was he saying? ‘…..our losses are unprecedented in banking history and we have no other course but to file for liquidation’. Another clip, this time of my ex boss. ‘…the recent events are the result of fraudulent action by one of our most trusted employees.’ My picture flashed up. ‘The losses sustained by the bank in the recent credit crunch could have been sustained, but those incurred as the result of theft, insider trading and money laundering by Jim XXX have been substantial’ ‘What the hell…?’ i have never stolen a cent in my life. A police spokesman. ‘…… signed confession from Jim XXX was sent to the police before his, and his partner’s disappearance. No bodies have been found but we are convinced that whilst of unsound mind, Jin XX killed his partner, set fire to his apartment and then killed himself. ‘Letters were also sent to family and friends and whilst we will continue to investigate the crimes, we are searching for no one else’. ‘What!’ i wanted to scream at the screen, but I had no voice and was unable to close my eyes or turn my head from the scenes showing – my apartment block in ruins, smoke pouring from damaged windows and where the roof garden was. ‘…this fine building will have to be demolished after the severity of the blaze. Thankfully there appears to have been some warning to other residents and there was no loss of life other than that of Jim XXX and his partner. I repeat, no bodies have been found.’ Then my parents and family facing a barrage of media questions and cameras. The room went dark and once again i was drifting into sleep. When i next came round i was in an upright position – bright lights were shining in my face and i was able to move my eyes and head a little. The lights dimmed enough to show me that i was not alone but that there was a presence at my feet. ‘Good,’ it was His voice. ‘It is about time that you were brought round. Your conscious mind has been turned off for several months, kept in a state of suspended animation whilst necessary changes have been made. You will be in shock, or at least I hope that you are. ‘You will have some recollections of how you got here and I will soon reveal the new you. Remember that you have agreed to this by signing my contract and, as you will have seen from the news reports, you are assumed to be a thief and arsonist at best and assumed dead. There is thought that you are also a murderer, having killed that useless boyfriend of yours, in a fit of rage after he dumped you. ‘There can be no escape. To the world, including your family and friends, you are a nobody, and are on the list of most wanted criminals. No body will ever be found.’ ‘Let me introduce you to the new you – whilst you are able to assimilate the information.’ The lights dimmed and a screen replaced Him. What i saw caused me to gasp – but no noise came from my mouth. ‘Don’t try to talk. We have removed your vocal cords since you will have no use of a voice.’ I looked at the screen and saw……….
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I remember so clearly when I met him... how could I forget? I wanted the man the minute I saw his profile. It was my first year away at college, and at 18 I was everything I THOUGHT at the time a college guy should be.... pretty frat jock boy, lacrosse player, 150 lbs of shredded lean muscle, dark hair and blue eyed boy. Everything a sorority girl falls for.... except I liked guys. I drooled over the other guys at the frat house when I saw them in their skivvies or nude in the locker room. But, except for a few drunken blow jobs, I'd not let myself do much. I guess I just didn't want to mentally cross that line. If I did, then I was allowing myself to be what I thought was a fag. But, at night when my house-mate was gone and the frat house was quiet, I'd sneak on line and check out the local guys and j/o. Then, one night, I saw his profile. He was much older then I was, at 44 years to my 18. But man, he had a body that could rival most of my frat brothers. The profile said he was 6 ft. He had short cropped, very clean cut salt and pepper hair on his head and his chest. He was definitely built, you could tell he logged hours at the gym. His legs looked like tree trunks and his ass like a rock. And his cock....god he had the most powerful, awesome looking cock. His profile read "Hot top Dad, looking for a boy willing to give it ALL up for him". Wow. Talk about a turn on... "give it all up".... for a stud like that, I'd try getting fucked. What did I know at the time. I replied to his profile and didn't hear anything back for two days. I'd thought he wasn't interested when I got an email back asking me for some pics and if I knew my status. I sent the pics, along with the reply that I was neg, which I was. He replied that he was also and, after a few more emails, we arranged to get together. From the minute I walking in his door, we had to have each other. The second we laid eyes on each other, we were both already getting hard. He stepped up to me, put one hand behind my head and one behind my back and kissed me hard. I'd never been kissed by a man, and I kissed him back with everything in me. Within five minutes, he was leading me upstairs and stripping my jeans and tee off. He was the most aggressive man I'd ever been with, and before long I was naked, on my back with my legs spread. He kneeled between my legs and stared down at me, then slowly began to strip. His body was even better then his pictures showed, and I was taken from that moment on. Shortly, he was on top of me again. He kissed with such animal lust, his hands all over my body. He kissed down my body until his face was over my hard, 7" cock. He looked at me with a grin, then swallowed my cock whole. It was the most amazing feeling I'd ever felt and before long, my balls started to pull up hard. He stopped, and came back up to my face and kissed me hard. "You don't cum unless I tell you too. Understood?" "Yeah", I replied. "Yes Daddy", he said. "What?" "From now on, you can call me Daddy. It turns me on. OK?" "Yes..... Daddy" I said. "Good boy". He rolled me over onto my stomach and moved around in front of my face. Sitting back on his heels, he waved his fat, 9' cock in my face and instructed me to take him. I'd never had a cock that big before, but Daddy began to teach me how to service him. He talked me through sucking him, telling me I was a good boy, how good a cock sucker I was, how he was going to make me into 'his boy forever'. I'd never had a man talk to me that way before, and it turned me on tremendously. Before long, Daddy's balls started to pull up, and I knew he was about to cum. I started to pull off his cock, and he grabbed me by my hair and pulled my face to his. "Never, ever stop until I tell you to, boy. Understood? I was so close to coming." He growled. "I've never had a guy cum in my mouth before though", I said. "Boy, I'll teach you how to take Daddy's load. But, you NEVER stop unless I tell you. Understood?" The idea of having a man cum in my mouth both frightened and excited me, especially from a man so beautiful. He pushed my head back down on his cock and kept slowly pumping into my mouth. Then, without warning, he grabbed my head again and lifted it up, and shoved a small bottle hard under my nose, forcing me to inhale. He held it there for several seconds, until I had taken several hits, then pushed my mouth back down on his cock and started smoothly pumping into my mouth again. After a few seconds, a wave hit me and I was more aroused then I'd ever been in my life. I began to really work Daddy's cock, and before long, I heard him start to growl. He wrapped his hands around my head, and I felt his cock stiffen before burst after burst of his cum gushed into my mouth. I was engulfed in a wave of ecstasy and began swallowing each burst as it erupted into my mouth like a hungry puppy. I'd never heard a man shout so much as he came, and his animal intensity just turned me on more and made me work that much harder to swallow him. Afterwards, Daddy cuddled me in his arms and told me what a good boy I was. Hearing that was odd, but it turned me on. He asked if I had ever been fucked before and I said I hadn't. He told me he would get me to the point that he would train me to want to give it up for him and I instantly got hard again. The thought of this beautiful stud teaching me how to want to be fucked by him. Or so I thought. And that's how it was for the next three months. Each time, Daddy would get me close, then retract. I was never allowed to cum, or even touch myself. He trained me to know how to stay on his cock, and take each load with gratitude. Each time, Daddy would start to play with my ass more and more, getting me excited and pushing my butt in the air. He'd rub my cheeks, then eventually he got to sliding a finger in me, which grew to two and then three. Once night when Daddy had me on all fours, he began to eat my ass, making me moan and squirm like a whore. Daddy asked me "Are you ready to have that ass fucked, to give it up for me?" and all I could think was, OH YES, I am so ready to let you fuck me. It's about time. But all I said was "Yes Daddy. I'm ready". But he didn't. Then next day I got an email from Daddy. It read "It's time boy. Time to give it all up for me. Be at my place at 10, go upstairs, strip and get on all fours on the bed in the dark and wait." I was hard the rest of the day. At 10, I arrived at Daddy's. The door was unlocked, so I went in and up to his bedroom. He said to keep it dark, so I stripped off and felt my way to the bed. I climbed on and got on all fours like I had been told and waited. I didn't have to wait long. In the dark, Daddy had been waiting in the corner. He stepped up in front of me, and cupped my chin. He lifted it to his face and kissed me hard and deep. I was instantly hard. As his hands caressed my body, he leaned in to my ear and started to talk. "You've been a very good boy these past weeks boy. Daddy's so proud of you. By doing what I said to night, you're showing me that you are truly ready to give it all up to me. Am I right?" "Oh yes Daddy... I am so ready". All I could think about was, He's going to fuck me! "Good boy", he whispered in my ear. "Spread you knees and arch your back. Put you boy pussy in the air for me". I did as I was told. Daddy continued holding my face, looking into his eyes. "You're such a good boy, such a willing boy. Tonight, you're going to become mine fully boy. I've arranged something very special for you, something that will change you and make you my property, boy" Oh my god this man can turn me on! Change me? Make me his property? God this man can talk hot. "Are you ready boy? No turning back now?". I looked into this beautiful mans face, and said yes. He leaned in and began kissing me, harder and more passionately then ever before. As he did, I suddenly felt two hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks, and a tongue pressing into me. I panicked at the unknown intrusion, but Daddy gripped my head against his chest and held me tight. "Relax boy. You deserve this, this is special. This is exactly what Daddy wants. You want to please me, don't you? You want to be mine?" I replied I did and the tongue in my ass buried deeper. My cock was hard as a rock against my belly and it had been SO long since I'd be allowed to cum. Daddy shoved the bottle under my nose and in seconds, I was pushing my hard, hairless ass back against that face. Daddy let go of me and my head and shoulders sunk to the bed, with my knees spread and my ass in the air. Daddy stepped back against the wall and turned the light up a bit. I glanced back behind me and the man who was standing on the other side of the bed, bent over and eating my ass. He was about 6'2", solid muscle. He was a God, even more beautiful then my Daddy. But, what got my attention was the 10" of hard cock he was stroking. Surely Daddy was kidding, I'd never been fucked before and he was expecting me to take that cock? He was perfect in every way, with one hot tattoo on his left hip. I'd seen that kinda emblem before, in the Biology labs at school, and I knew what it meant, but I couldn't figure out why he'd have that on him. After eating my ass until I was practically moaning, Daddy suddenly said "It's time". Behind me, the god that had been eating my ass climbed on the bed and started to mount me, positioning his monster cock at my ass. Daddy swiftly stepped forward and grabbed both of my arms and pinned them behind my back. I was pinned, shoulders to the bed, ass in the air and knees spread wide. I struggled and pleaded for Daddy to tell me what was going on, but he just held me and said "Go for it, it's time. Take him." Suddenly, I felt the sharpest pain in my ass as the guy behind me shoved his hard cock in me. I screamed and he pushed into me, and in about three pushes was buried in me. Daddy grabbed both of my arms in one hand, and with the other shoved the bottle under my nose again. This time, he just held it there. The cock in me withdrew just slightly, then pushed in again. And the bottle stayed. Pretty soon my ass loosened up, but Daddy had another surprise for me. He grabbed some rope from the end of the bed and began to tie my wrists together behind my back. I was now helpless. Through it all, the rhythmic pumping of my ass never stopped. The only sounds from behind me was the muscle god groaning as he fucked me, the slapping of his balls against my prone ass, and the only three words he'd say all night: "He bleeding bad". "Keep fucking him", Daddy said as he kneeled before me. He shoved the bottle under my nose for several more seconds until I moaned and relaxed some more. The cock in me was feeling good now, and I was beginning to get hard again. Daddy kissed me as the waves from the bottle hit me. Then he cupped my chin and lifted my face to his. "You're such a beautiful little boy", he said. "That cock in you is so beautiful. And it looks like you're learning to enjoy it." I moaned and the cock picked up speed. "The man fucking you is positive, boy. I knew from the first time I had you that this day would come. I've paid him a lot of money to breed you." I moaned and began to struggle. The hands gripping my hips just gripped tighter. "You can't get away boy. Tonight, you give it all up for me. This man will fuck you several times tonight, and when he's done, you'll be full of his cum." The bottle again, and against my will, I moaned when the waves hit. "After tonight, you will be my poz whore, my property. You will work to pay back what I spent tonight to convert you boy, and I will whore you out to get the money back." The cock inside me picked up speed. "After tonight, you will be damaged goods. I will never fuck you, but you will belong to me. Your ass will be mine to rent out to whom I choose, when I choose. You will be used until you're no longer useful or profitable to me, and then I will get rid of you.". The bottle again, and all I could do was moan and sob. The cock in me was fucking me furiously now. Daddy stood up and stepped back up against the way, folded his arms and watched. The stud began panting hard as he fucked me, and every now and again, he'd begin to moan "oh god". Daddy stepped forward and began commanding him, shout at him to "Fuck my boy" and "Charge his ass, go on. Do what you've been paid to do." The stud started fucking me like a dog, almost climbing on top of me to pile drive his hard meat into my fucked out boy hole. He was precumming hard, and I could feel his wetness running down my balls. I was practically screaming for him to stop. But the more I screamed and begged, the hard Daddy would command him to "knock the boy up' while pushing the bottled under my nose. The stud behind me began to moan that he couldn't hold back much longer. Daddy kneeled in front of me again and pushed the bottle one last time under my nose and commanded me to take the biggest hit I could and hold it. I did and a few seconds later my ass totally gave in. Daddy kneeled in front of me again, and cupped my chin in his hand. He looked behind me and said "He's ready. Charge him". He looked back into my wet eyes and said, "You're mine now, boy". The stud behind me started to yell, louder then Daddy ever did. "Fuck!" he cried and slammed into me harder then he had so far "Fuck yeah! Take my load boy! Take my charged fucking cum up that ass! FUCK YEAH!!! I'm fucking up that ass right now, kid." Daddy stood up and watched the stud unloaded in me. As the stud kept pumping his seed into me, Daddy pulled out his cock. Instinctively, and since the poppers were still working, I took it in my mouth. Just a few short pumps, and Daddy unloaded the biggest load of seed into me he's ever cum. I swallowed every drop. The stud behind me kept working his load into me for another ten minutes before his softened cock slipped out of me. Daddy untied the ropes around my wrist, but he then took my arms and pulled them down between my knees, and then tied them together with my ankles. I was left that way, ass up and tied for about two hours, after which the scene happened again. It happened four times that night. The next morning I woke up. Daddy was gone, I was untied and there was a note. It read: "You're a good boy. You gave it all up for Daddy. You were made to be his boy. I know you're mad now, but call me when things change". Change? What could change? I left angry, and didn't tell anyone about what happened? Who could I tell? Two weeks later, I felt achy. The next day, I felt downright sick, throwing up, muscle spasms, everything. I called Daddy for lack of anyone else to call. He told me to come right over so he could take care of me. I went over, and immediately upon arrival, he took me to his bed. I was so weak, all I could do was lay there as he stripped me. An hour later, the top stud that fucked me arrived. I looked up at him and heard Daddy say, "this is it. One last time to make sure". The god jumped on the bed, rolled me over and pulled me up on my knees. Un-mercilessly he shoved his cock back into me and fucked me while Daddy again belted out his commands. The stud seemed to enjoy my weakness and kept mumbling that I was "fucked now" and "turned into a whore". He came one last time in me, more then any of the first times. When he was done, he climbed off the bed and stood in front of Daddy. "I think you can be sure it's done. Just like what you wanted. Cash on delivery, right?" Daddy smiled and looked down at me. "Yes, you did what you were hired for. Here's your cash, count it if you want. It's all there, all $7000. You earned it." "Not hard to do", the stud replied. "You got a really pretty one this time. Much prettier then any of the others". And that's how it's been since. Two months later I dropped out of school. Daddy put me in a room in the basement. He's been whoring me ever since... he likes to advertise me as "prime boy meat for poz cocks" with my picture on all kinds of web sites. He's sells me a $100 bucks a fuck, and there have been weekends where he's made 2 grand off me. Each time, I'm tied while Daddy watches and smiles, and tells me what a good boy I am.- 29 replies
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