Taming Dan

From: Matt Swimmers
Subject: Taming Dan

This one is a little different than my usual stories guys, but I
hope you enjoy it all the same. I wrote it all out in one night, and since
it usually takes me two weeks or more, I thought that was a sign. Hopefully
you all agree!
As always, send any comments/questions/complaints/dirty photos to
subboyns@gmail.com. I love to hear from you guys, it makes writing these
all worthwhile.
The usual disclaimers apply, if you’re not old enough to be reading
this, or if consensual sex between an older man and a younger man offends
you, please don’t read on! Also, the sex in this story isn’t safe sex,
because fictional characters can’t get diseases. But you can, so always
play safe!

I drove down the dirt road, basking in the summer sun. My truck
bounced over the bumpy road, but I knew I was coming close to the end of
it. This road went through my property, leading down to the lake at the end
of it. It was completely private, hedged in by trees. All the better for my
precious cargo, which I hoped was doing well in the bed of my truck.
I came to the end of the road by the lake, and stopped. I took a
beer from the cooler in my passenger seat, got out and stretched my legs.
The sun beat down on my bare chest as I surveyed the beach. The water would
probably be warm today, I shucked my sandals and went out to test it. Sure
enough it was warm, lovely even. I debated going for a quick swim, since I
was only in a pair of black briefs, but decide to get down to business
first.
I went back to the truck and took a blanket off of the passenger
seat, spreading it down across the sand. I took the cooler and a duffel bag
down and set them by the blanket, tossing my finished beer off to the side.
I went back to the truck, and opened the hatch in the back. There was my
prize.

I had found him trying to break into my cottage last night. He’d
snuck into the basement through an unlocked window, unaware that I’d been
watching him for half an hour from the upstairs. When he finally got
inside, I went downstairs to meet him. He’d charged at me when I turned the
light on, all I saw were his black jacket, pants and mask rushing at me. He
wasn’t prepared when I fought back and wrestled him to the ground.
“Fuck off you old freak!” He’d yelled and cursed at me as I
straddled him, pinning his arms behind his back. Guess he hadn’t expected a
man of 55 to be able to overpower him like that. I pulled off the mask, and
it was only a kid, maybe in his late twenties. White, with long dark hair
and five o’clock shadow. He was pretty handsome, Italian or Greek maybe. He
was mostly muscle from what I could tell, but from the way he went down, he
had no idea how to use them.
“Now now son, no need to be vile.” I grabbed a piece of twine from
the work bench next to me, wrapping it around his wrists.
“What the fuck?” He thrashed around underneath of me, but his arms
were tied now. I grabbed his long hair and pulled back. “Ow! Shit!”
“Listen up punk, you messed with the wrong guy tonight.” I growled
at him. He tried to spit at me, but I slapped him away. I grabbed another
piece of rope, this time turning around and binding his legs together.
“Now, I’ll give you a few minutes to relax.” I got up, leaving him
wriggling around on the floor. I left him down there for a good half an
hour, I waited until I heard the yelling stop.
When I went back down he was still laying on the floor.
“So what, the cops are coming?” He spat out at me.
“Not at all my boy.” I came over to him, sitting on the floor close
by.
“So then what the fuck?” He grunted.
“Such language.” I chided him, to which he rolled his eyes. “What’s
your name son?”
“Fuck you.”
“Your parents must have not liked you very much to give you a name
like that.” I laughed. He just sneered up at me. I rolled him over, and
sure enough there was a wallet in the back pocket of his jeans.
“Are you dumb enough to bring your ID with you?” I asked, thumbing
through the wallet. He was, as it turned out, along with a few credit cards
and a wad of twenty dollar bills.
“So, Dan is it?” I tossed the wallet away. “Looks like you already
managed to get some money tonight.” I reached into his jacket pocket, a few
bags of marijuana inside, alongside a pack of cigarettes. “Ah. Selling
drugs, wonderful.”
“Hey, someone’s gotta do it.” He sneered.
“Well Dan, you won’t be doing any more of it tonight.” I stood up,
grabbing a pair of scissors off the wall. “You’re going to be sleeping down
here tonight son, hope you don’t mind.” I unzipped his jacket, as he
struggled. He had a white wife beater on underneath, his hairy chest and
arms visible. He cursed some more as I cut his jacket sleeves.
“I figured you would be more comfortable like that.” I said. I
couldn’t help myself, I had to reach out and tweak one of his hard nipples
underneath the white cotton.
“Hey! Fuck off faggot!” He spat out at me. I grabbed the nipple
harder and he winced.
“I might have to gag you too boy. I’d hate to do that.” I reached
over and pinched the other nipple. “You have such a nice voice.”
“Go to hell, queer.” He grunted. I smiled, leaned down and licked
his neck slowly, up to his ear. I ignored his cursing and thrashing,
tasting his sweat.
“I’ll see you in the morning Dan. We’re going to have lots of fun.”
“Rot in hell!” He shouted at me as I went back up the stairs. The
taste of his sweat was still in my mouth, my eight inch cock rigid in my
jeans. His shouting kept up as I undressed and got ready for bed. Even as I
lay there, naked in bed I could hear the boy yelling downstairs.
I stood up and groaned, taking my red briefs I’d had on earlier off
of the floor. I went downstairs again to find him thrashing still.
“You interrupted my sleep boy.” He looked up in fear as he saw my
hairy, naked body. My cock was still hard, a little bit of precum in the
foreskin. I thought I had a pretty good body for a man my age, stocky and
large, I was over six feet tall.
“What the hell dude?” I grabbed him by the hair, and when he opened
his mouth to cry out I shoved my briefs in. His cries were muffled by the
cotton, and I dragged him over to a support beam.
“Now time for your punishment.” I said, grabbing some more rope and
the scissors. I pushed him up against the beam, untying his arms long
enough to wrap them around the wooden post, and then secured them again. He
struggled down, scared of what was about to happen.
I knelt down in front of him, his eyes wide with fear. I undid his
belt, and undid the button holding his jeans together. He screamed at me as
I unzipped his jeans, pushing them down around his knees. He had on a pair
of white boxer briefs underneath.
“Nice boy, you match.” I smiled, tweaking his nipple again. “I
think your punishment for tonight should be simple. A face full of my jizz
should do it.”
I stood up, his eyes fixed on my cock as I jerked it, inches from
his face. The sight of the trussed up boy in his underwear was driving me
crazy, and it didn’t take long before I was ready to blow my load.
“Ready for this baby?” It was my turn to sneer down at him. His
head was shaking no as I groaned, my load shooting out and landing on his
face. Some got in his hair, but most of it ran down his cheek and nose,
onto my briefs which still gagged him.
I rubbed the rest of it out onto his cheek, his eyes filling up
with tears. I leaned in close to his ear. “You fucked with the wrong guy
tonight boy. And tomorrow will be even better.” I chuckled, giving his
nipple one last twist. I looked down and noticed a rather sizable bulge in
his boxer briefs.
“Oh my. Did my little burglar enjoy that?” I reached down, grabbing
his pole. Sure enough, it was hard. I untied his arms so he could sprawl
onto the ground, then reattached his bindings. He didn’t struggle at all
that time. I pulled the briefs out of his mouth, but wrapped them around
the top of his head.
I grabbed his wallet, and then I laughed my way up the stairs,
turning off the lights and leaving the sobbing, bound, aroused boy in the
dark.

When I woke up this morning I was anxious, wondering how my captive
boy in the basement was doing. I threw on a robe and went down to check on
him and there he was, still tied up and asleep, his jeans around his
ankles. He’d managed to get my briefs off of his head, but they laid close
to his face.
I nudged him awake with my foot. “Morning sunshine.”
He looked up at me, sleepily. When he realized who I was and what
had happened the night before, he jerked awake suddenly. “Come to finish me
off?” He muttered.
“Finish you off?” I laughed. “You think I’m going to murder you?” I
laughed some more. His bravado was fading as I bent over, hilarity taking
me over. “A hot little piece of ass like you and you think I’m going to
kill you?”
He blushed, but furrowed his brow. “Fuck off, faggot.”
“Oh you sound like a broken record.” I grabbed the scissors from
the table where I’d left them. “Let’s get you out of those jeans.” I held
him down and cut the rest of his jeans off, pulling his shoes and socks off
with them. I retied his legs, most of the fight gone out of him.
“Now Dan, we’re going to discuss something.” I rolled him onto his
back and straddled his chest, my robe opening to expose my naked, semi-hard
dick, which rested on the top of his chest. “We have two options here.
Option one, I call the police and report these drugs and the break in.” His
eyes narrowed. “And I’m sure you know what that means. And I have cameras
all along the outside of the building, trust me, you’ll end up in jail for
a very, very long time.”
“Or what?”
“Or you’re going to be my bitch for the weekend.” I stroked my cock
a little, bringing it to full hardness.
“And suppose I let you do that.” He began. “Then when you let me go
I report you. For kidnapping me and molesting me.”
“If you want to go to the police and tell them an old man
overpowered you and had his way with you, be my guest. I would love to see
the look on your face when you tell them how I jacked off on your face
while you were gagged with my underwear.” He blushed as I rubbed my
cockhead down his chin, leaving a trail of precum. He tried to jerk his
head away, but to no avail. “That was fucking hot by the way, did you like
how I left them on your head afterwards? Were they nice and sweaty for your
gag?”
“You have no proof about the drugs.”
“Oh I do son, don’t worry.” I smacked his cheek with my dick.
“There’s cameras in here too. Of course, last night I made a tape of me
beating you down, then taking the drugs out of your jacket.”
“Then molesting me?”
“Well I cut it off before the fun started. And a copy was e-mailed
to a few close friends of mine. The short version, and the long.”
“So there’s a bunch of old homos…”
“Yep, beating their old dicks watching me strip you. And they’ll
probably have more before the weekend is out. So if anything should happen
to me, and they don’t hear from me by Monday morning, the short copy goes
out to the police. And the long copy goes out on the internet.” I smiled,
my cock wet and dripping now. I let a few drops land on his chin. “Oh, the
police get a scanned copy of your ID as well.”
“You’re sick.” He spat at me.
“Oh you have no idea son.” I ran my cock over his lips this
time. He shut his mouth tight, but there was a trail of precum over his
lips. I reached back and fondled his package a little, he was half hard
this time.
“So son, what is it going to be? Should I get my collar, or should
I call the police?”
“Collar?” He gulped.
“Yes son, a nice leather one for you.” I reached down by my thigh
and squeezed one of his nipples. He shut his eyes against the pain, but
after a few seconds, he grunted something.
“Louder boy.” I commanded.
“I’ll let you do whatever you want, just don’t call the fucking
cops.” He said. “I’ve got a record already, if I get sent in again they’ll
give me the maximum sentence.”
“You’ll be my bitch?”
“Yes.”
“Say it.” I commanded, slapping him with my cock again.
“I’ll be your bitch.” He said through clenched teeth.
“You’ll do whatever you’re ordered to do?” I rubbed my dick up his
chin again.
“Yes.”
“Yes, sir.” I said calmly.
“Yes Sir.” He repeated meekly.
“Good, now suck my fucking cock.” I put it to his lips, which he
opened gingerly and took my head into his mouth. “Oh yeah son, suck that
fucking prick.” I commanded him, a handful of his hair guiding him as he
gave me a sloppy wet blowjob.
His eyes were clenched shut but he still went to work on my dick, a
bit amateurish, but I’d had worse suck jobs. Having this muscled beast in
my control was getting me so hot, I knew I would cum pretty soon.
“Oh yeah baby, you’re gonna get a nice big load of daddy cum in a
few minutes.” I pumped his head up and down on my dick with his hair.
I pulled out before I came though, letting my load spill down over
his face again. His eyes were still closed, but I scooped up bits of my cum
with my fingers and fed it to him. “Yeah baby, take my load, fuck yeah.” I
encouraged him as he gingerly ate my semen off of my fingers.
I stood up afterwards, using the briefs from last night to wipe the
rest of his face off. “Good job son, now you can rest for a bit while I go
get ready for our trip.”
“Trip?” He asked, looking up at me nervously. I didn’t answer, just
turned around and headed back up the stairs. He was left there on the
concrete, bound and alone.

I came back down a while later, with a few extra things. The first
was the leather collar, which I fastened around his neck without a
word. Attached to that was a leash.
“I’m going to untie your legs for a bit now son, remember what’s
waiting out there in cyberspace before you make and funny moves.”
“I know Sir.” His eyes couldn’t meet mine, though I could tell from
the red rims of them he’d been crying again. I smiled to myself as I untied
his legs.
“Stand.” I ordered him. He made it to his feet shakily, his hairy
body slightly cramped from being tied the night before. I led him up the
stairs and out through the kitchen to the deck and back yard. I led him
over to the tree line.
“You probably have to piss?” I asked, standing behind him.
“Yes.”
“Yes what?” I asked, reaching around and grabbing a nipple.
“Yes Sir.” He winced. “I have to piss.” I reached around and pulled
his flaccid cock from his boxer briefs, giving it a little stroke.
“Well let it rip then son.”
“I can’t Sir. Not with you holding it like that.”
“Well you fucking better boy. Or else you’re going to have to go
all over yourself later. And if anyone’s going to cover you in piss, it’s
going to be me.”
He nervously moved closer to the trees, and after a few seconds I
felt his piss start to flow. “Good boy.” I told him, letting my fingers
brush through the stream a few times. When he was done, I shook his cock
and then put my fingers to his lips.
“Taste it.”
“Seriously?” He tried backing up.
“Now, cunt.” I shoved my fingers into his mouth, he struggled a
little but I felt his tongue lick them clean. “Good boy.” I said again.
“Now I have to piss too, but I’m going to do it in the bathroom for
now. As much as I’d love to see you drenched, I don’t want to mess up that
pretty white underwear yet.” I led him to one of the boards that supported
my deck, and tied his leash to it.
“I’ll be back for you in a while cunt.” I said, leaning in and
giving him a kiss. Again, he tried to pull away, but a quick slap and he
stopped resisting. I could still taste a bit of cum as my tongue invaded
his mouth.

I packed for our trip, then came back to free him. I led him to the
truck, where I tossed him in the back, blindfolded him and re-tied his
legs. He whimpered a little as we took off, but he kept still and mostly
silent for the drive.
Now I surveyed my prize. He was still in his white undershirt and
boxer briefs, his arms and legs bound. His furry, muscled body looked taut
with nervousness.
“Hello? Sir?” He called.
“I’m here boy.” I said, stepping up into the truck bed. “Ever
fucked someone in the back of a truck?” I asked as I untied his legs.
“No sir.” He said. “The back of a car once, but that’s it.”
“Oh it’s a lot of fun, you should try it sometime.” I reached down
and fondled his package. He shuddered as I stroked his cock and balls
through the cotton. “Ever done it outdoors at all?”
“Once.”
“In the summer?”
“Yeah, in the woods.” A smile curved his lips, obviously he had
enjoyed himself. His dick was stiffening up.
“Nothing like it, eh?” I snaked my hand up the leg of his boxers,
pulling his stiff dick out the leg hole. He was uncut like me, probably
seven inches of meaty, thick dick. “And I bet she loved this thick fucking
cock.”
“She did.” He moaned a little as I started to stroke his meat.
“Well boy…” I put his dick back inside the boxers. I leaned in
close to his ear. “Hope you’re gonna like mine just as much.” He whimpered
again as my fingers found his hole. He clenched up around them as I
inserted one slowly into his ass.
“Oh yeah baby, you’re nice and tight. Daddy’s gonna have a fun time
breeding this bitch.” I snarled into his ear. He was almost
hyperventilating now, trying to get away from my probing fingers and hands,
which had found his stiff dick again.
“I don’t even know your name.” He breathed out.
“You don’t have to know my name bitch, call me Sir. Or Daddy.” I
smirked, licking his neck up to his ear. He was shaking a little as I got
up off of him. I removed the blindfold and took his leash, leading him from
the truck and down to the blanket on the beach.
“Sand?” He looked around even though he was blindfolded. “We’re on
a beach?”
“One of my favorite spots in the world son. Keep your eyes closed
until I tell you.” I said, removing his blindfold and sliding him on a pair
of sunglasses. “Ok boy.” He opened his eyes slowly, the bright sun high in
the sky.
“All things considered, it is a nice spot.” He said.
“I know Dan, see, this isn’t all bad.” I laid down next to him.
“Were you serious about pissing on me?” He asked nervously.
“You’ll find out in a little while, once I’m ready to get rid of
these beers.” I said, opening another bottle. He looked out over the beach,
to the mountains in the distance and the sun high in the sky.
I laid down on the blanket and gave his leash a tug. “Get down
there boy, get my briefs nice and wet.” He complied slowly, moving down
between my legs and slowly running his tongue over my package. “Come on
slut, put some energy into it. Get them nice and fucking wet.” He was now
practically drooling on my briefs, his tongue painting his spit around my
crotch. Some of it was leaking down onto my thighs, driving me wild.
“Yeah you fucker, drool on that cock.”
“Yes Sir.” He said, his tongue still wrapped around my cotton
bulge. I pulled my now soaked cock out of the briefs and slapped his cheek
with it.
“I love slapping you with my prick boy.” I hissed, slapping him
again. “On your hands and knees, now.” He got in the position I requested,
and I pulled his ass up in the air higher.
“Now for your punishment.” I opened my bag, pulling out a leather
strap.
“I thought your cum in my face was punishment.”
I just laughed. “Oh no boy, that was the beginning of your
punishment.” I brought the strap down across his beefy ass, which stretched
out his tight boxers. Even if he wasn’t my slave at the moment, I’d want to
fuck that bubble butt. Till he screamed.
“Ahh!” He cried out, not quite a scream, but enough to make my dick
twitch. “Shit!”
“Yeah baby, been a few years since you’ve had a proper spanking I
bet.” I brought the strap down again, a little harder this time. “Your real
daddy ever spank you?”
“When I was a kid!” He cried out. “He stopped when I was around
eight!”
“Bare assed boy?”
“Sometimes!” He cried out as I spanked him again, even harder.
“Hands?”
“Yeah, never anything like THIS!” He shouted the last word as I
brought it down with a loud crack. He’d flung the sunglasses off with a
shake of his head, burying his face down in the blanket as I brought my
strap down again and again.
“Please stop! I’ll do anything!” He sobbed into the blanket. The
sight of this muscle bound stud crying and begging for mercy had me just
about ready to blow my load inside my briefs.
“Please stop WHAT?” I asked loudly, adding a light swat for
emphasis.
“Please stop spanking me Sir.” He sobbed out into the blanket, his
ass up in the air completely now.
“Oh no boy, not yet. I might have to make a small adjustment
though.” I reached down and grabbed a hold of each side of his boxers,
tearing them and exposing his hairy ass. If I thought his chest was hairy,
his ass was even better! I almost drooled as I looked at his muscled
cheeks, covered in dark, soft hair. The crack was black with fur as well.
“Wow, you’re a hairy one.” I said, giving his ass a slap with my
hand. It was red underneath the hair, and warm.
“Thank you Sir. Do you like hairy?”
“Oh very much so boy.” I said with another strap hit. He cried out
again. “I like it even better red and sore underneath all that sexy hair.”
I gave him a few more hard hits with the strap, then knelt down behind him.
“Ever had your pussy eaten boy?”
“What?” He stammered.
I gave his ass another hard slap with my hand. “Answer the fucking
question.” Another slap.
“No Sir.” He called out. “Please, stop.” He begged through a sob.
“A tough guy like you? Breaking into people’s houses? Selling dope
on the streets? Starts crying with a little bit of a spanking?” I laughed,
giving him another hard spank.
“I’m sorry Sir!” He cried out.
“Sorry for trying to rob me?” I asked.
“Yes Sir!”
“Sorry for cursing and calling me names?”
“Yes, so sorry Sir!” He was getting his breathing under control
now.
“Well your apology is accepted.” I said, standing up and grabbing
the strap again. He looked up in terror.
“I thought you accepted it.” His eyes were wide as he watched me
heft the strap in my hands.
“Oh I did son, but you agreed to be my bitch for the whole
weekend. It’s only Saturday afternoon!” I brought the strap down again. I
was glad for the fence around my land, since his cries could probably heard
for a long way.

Afterwards, I left him there sobbing on the blanket, his ass in the
air and his hands bound. He’d managed to take a lot of spanking, his ass
bright red and covered in welts. I finished my beer and had a cigarette,
coming back to find him still sobbing on the blanket.
“I’m sorry Sir. I’m sorry.” He was panting, his head turned to the
side. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was wet from tears.
“Oh you haven’t begun to be sorry.” I said, flicking my cigarette
butt away into the water. I rolled him over onto his back, his boxers
sticking straight up in the air.
“And besides boy, for someone calling me a faggot earlier, you’ve
had a hard on this entire time.” I rubbed my thumb around the wet spot
where his cockhead was, the thin cotton turning see-through as it got wet.
He turned his head away from me and blushed, a look of anger on his
face. “Oh it’s alright son. I’m just glad you’re going to enjoy this next
part.” I got between his legs, hoisting his legs up onto my shoulders.
“What part?” He looked up at me again. “Oh no.” He moaned. I ripped
the rest of his boxers off, leaving the waistband and a few scraps of
fabric, throwing them away into the sand. His cock hair was surprisingly
well trimmed, given the rest of his body.
“Oh yes son, it’s time to feel your daddy’s cock deep inside that
pretty hairy hole of yours.” I rubbed my hard dick up against his
asscrack. Even through my briefs he was wriggling around nervously.
“Please, no.” He begged. “Anything else, don’t fuck me.”
“Oh those pleas just get my prick harder son.” I smirked at
him. “Even better than watching you gagged and covered in my cum.”
“No. No.” He kept repeating as I brought some lube out of my bag. I
took a hold of his shirt and ripped it in half, exposing his hairy pecs and
abs. This really was a hairy god in front of me. He must’ve spent his whole
life working out.
I smeared some lube onto my fingers and started to wet his
hole. “Be glad you didn’t call me anything nasty today son, or I might have
just used a bit of spit to break you open.” I had two fingers inside of him
now. “That could have hurt.”
He didn’t say anything, he just laid there as I finger fucked
him. I smiled and twisted his nipples again with my free hand. He looked
good there, wearing nothing but the tattered waistband from his boxers and
a torn shirt, the only whole piece of clothing on him was the collar.
Even when I pulled my dick from my briefs and lubed it up, then
rubbed it up and down his crack he just laid there, biting his lip and
clenching his eyes shut, as if he was in a bad dream and could wake himself
up.
“Now baby.” I grunted as I shoved my dick up inside of him.
He screamed and his back flew up off of the blanket. I wrapped my
arms around him and forced my mouth onto his. I fucked him like that, our
bodies pressed together and my tongue inside of his mouth. He was still
crying out, even as my tongue filled his mouth. Even with all of the pain,
his cock was still hard and dripping, and his legs were wrapped around
mine, taking my cock like a pro. In fact if he wasn’t so damn tight, I
might have thought he’d been bottoming for years.
“Yeah! Fuck your cunt is tight!” I yelled, pulling my mouth away
from his. He fell back to the blanket, tears running from his clenched
eyes, wordless cries of pain coming from his lips. I had one hand on his
hips, but I started to jerk his cock with the other.
“Fuck yeah boy, gonna make you cum while I fuck that hole.” I
grunted, and he started swaying his head back and forth. I pumped harder
inside of him, and jacked his cock in the same rhythm.
“Please! Stop!” He cried over and over. It just drove me
harder. His hairy ass clamped down tighter on my invading rod, and I knew
he was close to cumming.
“Should I let you cum bitch?” I took my hand off of his cock,
pumping my own into him slower.
“Please!” He begged, his attitude doing a complete turn around.
“Please what?”
“Please let me cum Sir!” He cried out. I stroked his wet cockhead.
“Oh no, call me daddy.”
“Please let me cum… Daddy!” He cried as if wrenching it out from
the pit of his stomach. I went back to fucking him hard and jacking his
prick. “Oh my god!” He shouted as his cock exploded, huge shots of cum
arcing up and hitting the sand behind him, some of it landing on his chest
and face, some on the blanket. I’d never seen a boy cum so much.
“My turn!” I said, pulling it out of him and jacking it the last
few strokes. I let loose a barrage of cum onto his chest and stomach, some
of it mingling with the load already on his torso and face. I watched the
cum settle into the dark hair, both of our bodies sweating in the summer
heat.
I ripped the rags of his shirt from his body, and used those to
clean him up a little. He laid there panting, and I leaned over and kissed
him. This time, he kissed back.
“That was intense.” He panted.
“It’s just the beginning.” I said, helping him up. I led him back
to the truck and blindfolded and tied him again, leaving him in the back of
the truck while I cleaned up. I took his ripped clothes and shoved them
into the bag, no sense leaving a mess.
I opened another beer and drove us back to the cottage. When we got
there, I went back into the truck bed and pulled his blindfold off. He
blinked, the trees here protecting his eyes from the worst of the sun.
“Those beers finally hit me boy.” I said, pulling my cock out of my
briefs.
“Were you driving around with just your underwear on?” He asked.
I didn’t even respond, I just started to piss. He cried out as my
stream hit him in the mouth, I just laughed as he sputtered and tried to
back up.
“Oh no cunt!” I yelled. “Drink that fucking piss.” He closed his
eyes yet again, and opened his mouth. I’d never had such an erotic piss,
and I’d had quite a few into and onto some boys before. But somehow the
disgust and submission of this one made it so much hotter.
“Yeah baby.” I let the end of the stream flow down over his hairy
chest and down to his cock. “Mm. Just the way I like you, marinated in my
piss.” I leaned down and kissed him again, savoring the salty taste on his
tongue. His stubble tickled my face as I kissed him deeply.
“Now thank me for it.” I hissed in his ear.
“Thank you… for your piss… daddy.” He managed to squeak out.
“Good boy.” I untied his legs again, leading him to the backyard
again. I tied him to the same post as before. “Now I’m going to grab a
shower boy, I’ll be back for you in a short while.”

About ten minutes later, I went outside, naked, to release
Dan. “Now I’m going to untie you completely boy.” I said, leading him
upstairs. “You’re going to need a shower before you stink my house up with
your piss smell. Just remember…”
“I know Sir. I won’t run.” His eyes were down on the floor now.
“Why not?” I pulled the waistband from his boxers down over his
meaty thighs and he stepped out of it.
“Because… I have to know where this is going. Sir.” He added the
last part almost instinctively.
“Really?” I stroked his cock, which was semi-hard again.
“Yes. Sir.” He said quietly.
“Go get a shower. I led him up the stairs, unbinding his hands for
the first time since the night before. He stretched his arms gingerly. I
undid his collar as well and led him to the bathroom, giving him a towel.
“I’ll find you something nice to wear as well son.” I said, leaving
him in the bathroom.
“Thank you, daddy.” I heard from inside the door. I smiled as I
heard the shower turn on. This stud was coming around. Once they felt the
surge of cumming with another cock inside of them, they usually did. Even
my pissing on him hadn’t broken his spirit. The rest of this weekend was
going to be fun.

I rummaged through my underwear drawer, hoping to find something
that Dan could wear. The cottage was my “play” area, hence why most of my
toys, straps, collars, etc. were all out here.
Eventually I stumbled onto an old pair of white briefs a trick had
left here. They were worn a little bit, but I bet they would look great on
Dan. I left them on the bathroom counter while he was in the shower, then
headed back to my room to find something for myself to wear.
I heard the shower shut off, so I grabbed a pair of white boxer
briefs, almost like the ones Dan had on earlier. I laid back in bed,
wondering if he would come to me.
In a matter of minutes, he was in the doorway, smiling
sheepishly. Sure enough, he looked damn sexy in the briefs I’d left for
him. “How do you like them Sir?” He asked, coming towards the bed.
The change in his attitude kind of threw me for a loop. I reacted
quickly. “On your knees bitch.” I shot up off the bed, and he fell to his
knees. I grabbed his damp hair and pushed his face towards my crotch. He
moaned and automatically started to lick at my package.
“Don’t even have to be told anymore bitch.” I said, jerking his
head up towards mine. “Maybe I should keep you for more than the
weekend. Open your mouth.”
He opened his mouth wide, and I spit into it. “Now get back to
work.” I pushed his head back to my now stiff cock, letting him bathe my
crotch in his spit. He was in a frenzy, his lips and tongue flying.
I pulled my cock out between the fly of the boxers, and shoved it
into his mouth. His blowjobs were getting better, but sloppier. I loved
it. The spit dribbled from his mouth down my shaft, even my balls were
getting wet as this horny boy slurped up and around my cock.
“Yeah baby, drool on that prick!” I egged him on, laying back into
bed. “Suck that fucker! Suck it!”
I was now laying completely on the bed and Dan got up between my
legs and kept going. He pulled my balls free of the boxers as well, and
sucked on them for a while.
“God damn it Sir. I never thought I could love sucking dick this
much.” He panted, jacking my dick.
“Then shut the fuck up and suck.” I slapped him with my hand, but
he just smiled up at me.
“Yes sir.” He said with determination, going back to blowing
me. His mouth was getting better, his blowjobs still wet and sloppy but
with more technique. Sometimes I laid back and let him suck, other times I
had him by the hair, pumping my cock deep down into his throat. He would
gag a little, but he could take it.
His mouth seemed to get even better as he went through this
blowjob. I opened my eyes to find him staring up at me while he sucked, his
eyes questioning me. Was he doing a good job? Was I happy with him? I
wouldn’t have believed it was the same man from last night, tied up and
cursing as I manhandled him.
I was in full control of my cumming now, the intense excitement of
last night gone. And I could hold off for a while, I wanted to see how long
this fucker would suck before he started to get tired of it.
Ten minutes went by in a flash, his motions were sometimes quick,
sometimes slow. Sometimes I would feel his hand pumping as he sucked, other
times it was completely his mouth. I felt his hand playing with my balls,
then reaching up and rubbing through my chest hair.
Fifteen now. No signs of slowing down. I was very impressed with
his stamina, but I wouldn’t tell him that just yet. I wasn’t even talking
now, just letting his mouth work on my dick.
Twenty. My control was starting to slip. It also hit me that it was
mid-afternoon and I hadn’t eaten anything yet. I pulled him off of my dick
slowly by his hair, and rolled him over onto the bed.
“Stay there boy.” I admired the tent in his tight briefs, and
tucked my own dick back into my boxers. I grabbed some handcuffs from the
closet, and in a quick motion his wrist was secured to my bed posts.
“Nowhere to run to now boy.” I gloated, giving his nipples a quick
twist. “I bet you’re hungry.”
“Honestly Sir, quite hungry. I haven’t eaten since last night,
before I…” He caught himself, blushing as he remembered the circumstances
of our meeting.
“Well I can’t starve you. I’ll run into town and grab us
something.” I grabbed a shirt from the closet, tossing it on.
“And just leave me here tied to the bed?”
“Oh no, not like that.” I pulled out a small butt plug, rolling him
over. I pulled down his briefs and pushed his hairy cheeks apart. With a
quick spit, I lubed up his hole and inserted the plug. He winced as he was
stretched out by the rubber cock.
“How’s that feel?” I asked, giving his ass a slap.
“Not as painful as when you fucked me earlier.” He blushed.
“I’ll have to use a bigger one next time.” I grabbed his nipples
again and gave him a kiss. “I’ll be back.” I grabbed some jeans and went
downstairs, my cock still hard and throbbing in my pants.
The drive only took about fifteen minutes, I picked up some fast
food and went back to the cottage. I left my jeans and shirt at the front
door and went upstairs. There was Dan, asleep on the bed. I woke him up by
stroking his package.
“Food’s here.” I uncuffed him and led him downstairs.
We were oddly silent as we ate, Dan wolfing down the food
hungrily. He paused when we were almost done. “So you trust me enough to
leave me untied now?”
“I trust you enough now I suppose.” I took a long sip of pop. “I
still have that video over your head.”
“I haven’t even thought about that since this morning sir.” He
said. He sounded truthful. “I’ve been more worried about.. well… pleasing
you.”
“Well finish that up, so you can get back to pleasing me.” I
finished off my pop and headed back upstairs. “I’ll be waiting.”
“Can’t have you waiting sir.” He said, tossing down the bits of
burger he had left. “I’ll come with you.”
“Are you sure son? It’s going to be intense. I want you well fed
and ready to go.” I pulled him close to me.
“I’m ready sir.” I led him back upstairs, and his wrist was once
again cuffed to the bed. I cuffed the other one as well, leaving him
helplessly laid out on the bed. I grabbed the collar again and attached it
around his neck, and blindfolded him as well.
I reached inside of his briefs and slowly removed the butt
plug. “That keep you hard while you ate?”
“It did sir, but it might have been the thought of coming back up
here afterwards.” He whispered. I laid down beside him and slowly rubbed
his package through his briefs.
“So it’s truth time son.” I whispered in his ear. “Why the change
of heart?”
“I’ve always fantasized about guys. It’s just.. the crowd I hang
out with, it’s always `gay this’ and `fag that’. If anyone knew… I’d
probably be dead.” He said. “When you just, took control of the situation
it forced me to come to grips with it. The submission I’d never even
thought about.”
“Doesn’t seem like you got a lot of discipline before.” I said,
reaching inside his briefs and running my finger up along his ball sack.
“My mom left me with my dad when I was a baby. He tried to
discipline me, but I just needed to rebel.” He confessed in a whisper. “I
got into drugs when I was a teenager, and after that we just couldn’t
connect anymore. I moved out at sixteen and needed to support myself. Drugs
seemed the best way.”
I reached up and pulled his cock out of the briefs, stroking it
slowly. He was breathing heavy in time with my strokes. “How did you get
here last night?”
“I drove, my car is parked along a side road somewhere, about a
twenty minute walk away.”
“Why here?”
“I’d heard you were kind of rich, figured it would be an easy job.”
“And it turned out much differently didn’t it?” I kept stroking
him.
“It did sir. I’m glad.” He breathed out with a sigh. “I can’t
believe it, but I’m almost… grateful.”
“I could help you son. Get you back onto the straight and narrow.”
“And what would I have to do?” He sounded on the verge of
tears. “I’ve got nothing, I know nothing. Aside from crime I can’t support
myself.”
“Well son, you could stay here. I could use a hand keeping the
place up, and I could even pay you.” I stroked him a bit faster now.
“So you want me to be your whore?” He sounded angry now. The
blindfold hid his expression. To be honest, I had no idea why I suddenly
wanted to help this boy. My feelings were outweighing my horniness for the
first time in a while.
“No son, you’re already my whore.” I nibbled his neck, feeling a
spasm run through his body. “I want to help you.”
“After what I tried to do to you?”
“Especially after what you tried to do. How could I let you go
again, knowing that you would be back onto the street in a matter of hours,
trying to score some money anyway you know how.”
“Nobody’s ever…” He started, choking up.
“I’ll give you some time to think. For now…” I stopped stroking
his cock. “I’m going to give you a pair of shorts to wear son, and you can
get back to your car.” I tucked his cock back into his briefs.
“You’re just going to let me go? After that?” He was so confused, I
removed his blindfold and uncuffed his wrists.
“I want you to think on it. Next Saturday, if you’re willing to
give it all up and come live here with me, be on the beach at the end of my
road at noon. Be wearing nothing but those.” I stroked his cock through the
briefs.
“I don’t know what to say…” He looked stunned as I tossed him a
pair of old running shorts. He stood up and put them on.
“Your keys should be down in the basement in the remains of your
jeans.” I led him downstairs and showed him to the door.
“Remember, Saturday at noon if you’re willing.” I gave his ass a
quick slap and gave him a kiss. He kissed back.
“I still don’t know your name sir.”
“You’ll find out next Saturday.” I said. As I saw the shirtless boy
leaving through the woods, I stopped myself and realized what I had just
done. I had no idea how it would turn out. I didn’t even quite understand
it myself. My old partner, Jack and I had long discussed having children,
but then he’d dumped me a few years back and moved across the country.
Was it that? My paternal instinct kicking in about thirty years too
late? Was it just that I felt sorry for Dan? A sensitive kid who’d done
wrong in his life, but wanted to change? Was it my hormones thinking for
me? If he was here, no doubt he’d be in my bed, servicing me every night.
I opened a bottle of wine and wondered what the future held.

A week later, it was almost noon. I was wearing a pair of black
briefs, and climbed into my truck. I drove down the same road as last week,
feeling the familiar bumps, seeing the dust cloud kicking up behind
me. Even before I saw Dan there, I saw his car.
And there he was, laying on a towel on the beach in the white
briefs I’d given him last week. He sprang up off of the blanket when he saw
me coming.
“I knew you’d be here.” I said, pulling him close to me.
“Oh god I’m so happy to see you here.” He moaned, dropping to his
knees. He pushed me up against my truck and started to kiss at my cock.
“Fuck baby, couldn’t wait?”
“All week I’ve been dreaming about getting to finish what I started
last week daddy.” He sighed, my briefs now wet from his mouth. I let him
munch on my package for a while, before I dragged him up into the back of
the truck. I laid him down on a blanket and ripped his briefs, much like
I’d done last week. As I put his legs up in the air and spit on my hand, he
looked up at me with adoration.
“I’ve been dreaming about this too daddy.” He moaned.
“Dreams are never as good as the real thing.” I said, stroking my
cock to get it wet. “Your cunt ready?”
“It’s been ready since you left it last.” He barely was finished
when I shoved my cock inside of him. He cried out in pain as I rode him
hard, but his cock was hard as a rock the entire time.
“Oh god!” He cried out as I leaned down and nibbled at his
neck. “Fuck me daddy! Fuck me hard!”
“Take it like the little bitch you are.” I hissed at him, licking
his ear. “Fuck that pussy is tight. Daddy loves his little boy’s twat.”
“Fuck it. Tear that pussy apart.” He groaned through clenched
teeth. We kissed as I pumped into him even harder, pinning him down on the
ground and letting myself go wild.
I pulled his hair, I twisted his nipples, I slapped him. Every act
of degradation only seemed to thrill us both more. Every time I called him
a name I could see beads of precum splashing out of his foreskin. He wasn’t
kidding when he said he needed it.
“Fuck yeah!” He cried, throwing his arms around me. “Please cum
daddy! Fill me up with your spunk!”
“You want that fucking jizz baby? It’s all yours!” I yelled,
letting my orgasm wash over me. Shot after shot of my cum poured into his
ass, both of us crying out as I came. I reached down and stroked his hard
dick, and it was less than a minute before he started to twitch, his own
cumshots splashing out onto the blanket below us.
We fell asleep in each other’s arms, dozing in the summer sun.

We woke up an hour later, sticky with cum and sweat. “I’m so glad
you came back for me.” He said quietly, running his hand through my chest
hair. “But why? You barely know me.”
“I wanted to help Dan. I want to give you something to make you
better.” I pulled him close to me.
“Nobody has ever done anything like this before for me. It’s just a
little bizarre, that’s all.” He looked up at me. “But I’ll do whatever it
takes sir.”
“I know you will.” We talked for a while in the back of the truck,
deciding that Dan would stay there as my housekeeper, making a decent wage
and trying to put his life back together.
“I still don’t know your name.” He laughed.
“I’m Charles.” I said, giving him a kiss.
“Can I ask you something sir?”
“Of course.”
“That night when I was tied up in the basement, it was pretty
dark. I didn’t see any flashing lights or anything. There was never a tape
was there?”
“No Dan, there wasn’t.”
“I knew there wasn’t.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I just couldn’t come right out and beg you to have your way
with me.” He blushed.
“No, it was much hotter the other way.” I laughed.

That was months ago. Dan lives with me still, although no longer as
my housekeeper. He’s now my partner, going to school during the day, and
coming home to me at night. At first, when he came home, he would down to
whatever underwear he was wearing that day, strap on his collar and come
crawling into my office.
Nowadays he’s clothed more often than not, and he comes walking in
to give me a hug and a kiss, not a blowjob. Of course, whenever we get
horny, the collars come back out.
He’s even gotten back into contact with his dad, and even came out
to him a few days ago. He left out the part about me being his boyfriend,
just saying he was still working as my housekeeper at nights while he went
to school. I understood, being almost the same age as his father.
All in all, things are great. I managed to tame the wild kid who’d
come through my windows that night, and he was forever grateful.

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