This is an adult story for adults. It is not intended for minors, nor for persons who are offended by homosexuality.
Daddy's Home
A few years ago, I finally met my "top." I was 38 at the time, and was ready to find a man who was older, but not old. Mid to late 40's seemed about right. I had some real definite ideas from my experiences with other men, some wonderfully hot, and some I was glad to have done once for the experience, but wouldn't do it again.
So, I went to the local Bear Happy Hour one week, and as I climbed the steps, this man passed me on the steps, and stopped me. He had a cigar in his mouth, and asked me who I belonged to. More like "Who owns your ass, boy?" I wanted to say something smart like "I think the government does, at least til tax day" but it didn't seem the right thing to say to this guy.
Looking past his cigar, I could tell he was swarthy in that latino/mediterranean way. He knew he was a man, and he didn't take shit off anyone. "You hear me BOY?!" he stormed into my face. All I could mutter was "nobody" before he yanked me by the arm and marched me back down the stairs. "You're coming with me." He hailed a cab, despite being in a full leather Daddy uniform. He firmly nudged me in, then barked out the address to some foreign cab driver.
Despite the law, he rolled down the window and continued smoking his cigar while we rode along. "Name's Jim. My boy moved away last month, and I've been keeping my eye on prospects. You'll do."
We arrived in front of a gate with a high wall, and got out. Daddy Jim handed the man a $50 and said "Let's go" as he unlocked the gate.
As we walked through, I was surprised to see gentle life in a large courtyard, with several guys relaxing and drinking cocktails. They all greeted Jim with waves as we walked down the sidewalk and into a reception office.
"This is a leather gated community. We can be who we are in here, and our rules are all that matters. Ok, first we need to have an interview. Sit. "
I took a seat and he walked on back, calling out "Tom, Andy, Phil. Meeting in the entry.
He came back down the hallway, followed by what seemed like a bear and leather porn gallery.
"Men, I want to recruit this young man into our community as my boy. If he'll stay a year, we agree to pay off all his debts. He will be available to any Daddy or Uncle in the complex, but cannot leave the complex without being in the presence of his daddy.
Boy, you join us of your free will, you will have more love and sex you have ever dreamed of, but you will be ours for one year. We will pay handsomely for your company, so that you can get a fresh start.
You will belong to me exclusively for 30 days, then to all the daddies I designate for 3 monthes, then you may play with anyone, as long as I approve and you follow all other rules as I decide.
Your control word, only to be used is extreme pain, alarm, or danger to release you from all control is "rugger."
"Boy, do you agree to these terms?" Jim said.
"Sir, may I ask some questions before I become your property freely?"
"Speak, boy. " He ordered. I fired off rapid fire questions to the men to get all the information about job, bills, debt owed, etc. out of the way. It was a damn good deal.
"Sir, I will agree to those terms, and submit to your authority." I stated.
"Okay boy, the next part is where we as a committee decide if you are worthy of this offer. Strip."
I didn't think twice, I just started getting naked as fast as possible. One of the men gave me a hit of rush while I was undressing, which just made me that much hornier for mancock.
The men escorted me into a windowless room with panelling, obviously a large playroom. I was ordered to climb up in the sling, and I complied. I was blind folded gently but firmly, and I felts tongues, hands, mouths and cocks all over my body. It was wondeful!
I was on my way to becoming a boy!
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