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Anonymous Daddy -- Part 1
All I have is an address. I have no name, I was just told to call him 'Daddy'. I walk down the street and look at the numbers. I'm getting closer. Just a few more houses until I am there. I walk through the gate and close it behind me. Nervously, I step towards the door and knock. I have no idea what will happen beyond that door.
The door opens and a man is standing there. He is tall, solid and muscular. He has blue eyes, short grey hair and a trimmed beard. He is dressed in tight fitting jeans and a t-shirt. He steps back and gestures inside with his large hand.
"Come inside, son".
"Yes, Daddy".
I walk down the hallway as Daddy closes the door. At the end of the hallway is a dimly lit living room. All the curtains are drawn shut. There is a large lounge chair against one wall, the TV is mounted on the opposite wall, with a coffee table sitting in between. In the far corner is a wooden stool and a small table with various items on it, I can see that some look like sex toys.
"Take all your clothes off".
"Yes, Daddy".
He stands there and stares at me as I kick off my shoes and start to undo the fly on my jeans. I pull them down to the floor and step out of them.
"Fold them up and place them on the lounge, don't be messy".
I carefully fold the jeans and place them on the wide arm rest on the lounge. I pull off my socks and roll them up and place them inside one of my shoes. I neatly place my shoes next to the lounge chair. Next, I peel off my t-shirt and fold it up and place it on top of my folded jeans.
"Nice briefs"
"Thank you, Daddy"
I blush. I am slightly surprised he noticed my tight, white, bikini briefs. They leave little to the imagination. I was hoping he would like them. I turn my back to him as I slowly bend over to pull down my briefs. I let him get a good look at my hairy hole.
"Mmmmm"
I fold the briefs and place them on top of my other clothes.
"Turn around"
I turn around and Daddy reaches into his pocket and hands me a small metal cockring.
"Put this on first"
I place the ring over my limp cock and pull the first ball through. With a little effort the second ball pops through and I position the cockring lower under my balls.
"Go stand in front of that stool"
I do as I am told. I stand in front of the stool and face the corner of the room. Daddy follows me and stands behind me. From the corner of my eye I can see him reach down and pick up an item from the table.
"Open your mouth"
He reaches around my head and places a ball gag inside my mouth. He tugs on the straps and fastens the buckle at the back of my head.
"Bend over the stool, and hold on tight".
I place my stomach against the top of the stool and reach down to hold onto the legs. I keep my head down low. After a moment or two I feel his hands rubbing cold, wet lube onto my exposed hole.
"Relax, if you don't want this to hurt".
I feel something very hard and very cold against my hole. He pushes in and my hole resists. He pulls back momentarily and rubs it on the outside of my hole. He gently prods the outside of my hole with the object and slowly pushes it in. My hole relaxes and sucks the object in. My hole tightens over the thinner end of the object. I assume it is some sort of butt plug. It feels good and puts pressure against my prostate that makes my dick throb.
"Good boy, you like that don't you?"
"Mmmm hmmm" with the gag in my mouth, I can't speak, so I'm limited to grunts and moans.
He pulls on the plug, but my hole does not let go. He pushes it back in and turns it around. I let out my breath and groan behind my gag. He gently pulls on the plug again and my hole stretches around its girth and releases it with a small pop. Before I can enjoy the emptiness I suddenly feel the plug being forced back in, then pulled out quickly. He does this a number of times, teasing and fucking my hole with the plug, until I feel my hole open and the plug can be inserted and removed without resistance. He pushes the plug back into my hole and his hands move back towards the table.
"I'm going to spank you now"
My eyes widen, my grip tightens on the stool and my hole clamps down on the plug in preparation.
"Tap three times if you want me to stop"
I feel something flat and smooth rub over my hairy butt (a paddle?). Daddy pulls it away. I shut my eyes tight.
SMACK.
The paddle strikes my butt and I let out a muffled scream. It isn't until he pulls it away that I feel the sting.
"Let it out son, no one can hear you except me".
Daddy rubs my butt with the paddle again, then pulls it away.
SMACK.
Tears well in my eyes. and I moan in pain. My cock throbs.
SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.
Tears fall out of my eyes, spit starts dribbling out from behind the gag and all I can do is let out a muffled cry. My cock is rock hard. My butt is stinging.
SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.
I scream harder, but it doesn't seem to get any louder. The pain is getting intense now. But I'm not going to tap my hand to make him stop. I have to take it. I have to do this for him.
SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.
The paddle returns to my throbbing butt and he teases it by rubbing it around in a circular motion.
SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.
He keeps spanking my butt. I keep screaming. Drool pours out of my mouth and onto the floor. He keeps going.
Then he stops, I take a deep breath and my body goes limp.
SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.
My body seizes up at the pain. A small amount of pre-cum drips out of my cock. He uses the paddle to gently open my legs wider.
"Looks like you liked that, son"
SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.
SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.
I stop screaming. I just moan. Drool and moan. My face feels flush and hot. My butt burns.
He then pulls the plug out. Moments later his fingers are on my hole, applying more lube. I hear the zipper of his fly. Then, before I can prepare myself he forces his thick cock in my hole. My body seizes up and I scream. He pulls out quickly and rams it back in again.
"I'm going to make you take it all, son"
"Mmmmm, hmmm hmmm" I try to reply.
His cock feels remarkably hard inside me and with each thrust it goes in a little bit deeper. I'm not sure exactly how big his cock is, but it feels huge.
His large hands dig into my hips as he builds up a good rhythm with his thrusts. The pain subsides and I continue to drool and moan into the gag. This feels amazing. This big hunk of a man is using my body, filling me up with his massive cock. I close my eyes, hold onto the stool and let him take control of my body. I know I will be like this until he is done, and I don't care when that will be.
Daddy starts to pick up his pace. He moans loudly and it feels like his cock is ready to blow. I try to tighten my hole on his cock to help, but I just don't have the strength.
"Oh son, I'm gonna cum inside you"
He pumps harder.
"I'm going to breed your hole"
And then I can feel it. Warm. Inside me. He groans and bucks and his thrusts slow down, but he keeps his cock inside me. He pushes his cock in deep and shivers. He releases his grip from my hips. And suddenly I feel completely empty as he pulls his cock out. His warm cum drips out of my gaping hole and down my leg.
He pushes something into my hole. It's the butt plug.
I hear his zipper again - his dirty cock, back inside his jeans.
"Stand up"
I move slowly up the stool and straighten my back, using my hands to push myself upright. His hands release the buckle at the back of my head and he reaches to the front to take the ball out of my mouth.
"Turn around" He hands me a small towel. "Wipe yourself"
I rub the towel over my face, then down to my cock. I wipe the lube and cum from my butt and legs as best I can. I have a feeling he is not going to offer me a shower.
"Did you cum?"
"No, Daddy"
"Good. Once you get dressed you can leave"
"Yes, Daddy"
"I want you to go home smelling like the dirty whore that you are"
"Yes, Daddy"
I move over to the lounge and get dressed. I sit down to put on my shoes and socks. It's at that moment I notice I am still wearing the cockring and buttplug. I look up at Daddy.
"Ahhh, what..."
"The cockring and buttplug are mine. You can remove them when you get home, but you are to wear them when you see me again"
Daddy gestures towards the hallway. He stands behind me as I open the front door.
"Same time next week. Don't be late"
"Yes, Daddy"
"And son, what do you say?"
"Thank you, Daddy"
"Now fuck off."
I step through the door and he slams it behind me.