Hot Daddies, page 19
“Your mouth feels so good, boy. Now pay some attention to the other one.”
I lunge for the other boot, taking the toe into my mouth immediately, my cock thrusting into the floor as I work my mouth onto it. The first boot slides between my legs and drives into my balls.
“The only dick that matters here is mine, boy. Daddy’s dick is the one to focus on.”
He grinds his boot deeper into my balls until the pain is too much and I begin to cry. He chuckles as he rams his boot between my legs harder. Tears drip onto the boot in my mouth.
“Good boy. Feed my boot with your tears. Now I need to feel your mouth on my leathers.”
I lift my head to meet his eyes, surprised. He has never let me do that before, though I have dreamed about it.
“Yes, that’s right, boy. You are going to lick your way up to the only cock that matters. Daddy’s cock. Start with my chaps. It’s your job to please Daddy with your mouth, boy. If you do, you just might get to taste Daddy’s dick tonight.”
I begin to lick, savoring the feel of the buttery leather on my lips. My eyes close and I breathe in the scent of it. Daddy begins to speak in a slow deep soothing voice.
“You did very well tonight, boy. You stood still for Daddy. You took everything I had. You fed Daddy right. You have earned the honor of worshipping my leathers.”
My sole purpose in life is to please Daddy with my mouth. I open my mouth wider, licking intently along the leather of his chaps. My head between his calves, I writhe on the floor, intent on savoring every inch. I lick up to the knee on one and then switch legs, worshipping with luxurious strokes of my tongue. I can feel myself flying, airy. It is trancelike, and yet I’m completely focused. He groans when my mouth reaches the back of his knee, and his other leg clamps down onto my head, holding my mouth there as I continue to stroke him with my tongue.
“That’s Daddy’s good boy. Use that tongue. Make Daddy happy. Your mouth feels so damn good, boy.”
His leg releases me, and I continue my journey up his thighs. Muscle shifts in response to my tongue. His hand snakes down and grips my hair before stroking my head. My cheek is against his leather jock. I can smell him. I am in heaven.
“Such a good boy for Daddy. Such a sweet mouth, so eager, so open for me. That’s my good boy. Get your mouth over here.”
He pulls my mouth onto his jock. I almost cum, right there. His boot slides between my thighs and the heel grinds into my cock. Tears well up in my eyes. His hand again grips my hair tightly, pulling it as he drives his boot heel into my cock, harder. I whimper, and tears fall onto his jock. He grips my head, rubbing my eyes into the jock to soak up the tears.
“That’s right, boy. Cry for me. Cry on my cock. That’s my good boy. That’s what Daddy needs. Your tears. Be a good boy for Daddy and cry onto his dick. Daddy’s dick is the only one that matters, isn’t that right, boy? The only dick in the world is the one you are crying on, boy. Daddy’s dick. Do you want to taste it, boy? You better lick that jock real good if you want to feel Daddy’s dick in your mouth.”
I move my mouth eagerly. I breathe in, savoring the scent and taste of Daddy. My whole being becomes centered on this small piece of cowhide separating me from Daddy’s dick.
It’s my job to please Daddy with my mouth. I will succeed. I ignore my dick. The only thing that matters is pleasing Daddy with my mouth. I am in the zone now. Nothing will distract me. Daddy’s hand strokes my hair. I hear his growling groans faintly as I work my mouth on his jock. My focus is so intent that I start to whimper when his hand grips my hair, pulling my head back. I blink open my eyes and as my vision clears, I see it: Daddy’s dick.
“Do you want it, cub?”
“Yes, Daddy. Please, Daddy. Please let me suck your cock.”
“You have earned it, boy. You may suck my dick.”
I eagerly move my mouth to him and take my time, licking around the head, taking it into my mouth to suckle, wiggling my tongue into the slit. I lick my way up to his balls and take them into my mouth, laving them with my tongue, sucking on them, gently running my teeth along them, breathing in the musky scent of Daddy.
“You do a good job pleasing Daddy, and you just might get a reward, boy.”
I lick my way along the shaft, coating it with my spit, and then I start taking Daddy into me. I moan as I thrust my lips onto him. My eyes lift to his, and I begin to take him down my throat. All I care about is sucking him, for as long as he will let me, with as much skill as I can muster. He is hitting the back of my throat, and I struggle to take him down, gagging a bit, my eyes tearing, and then he’s there—deep inside my throat, my nose in his fur. I swallow around him, rippling my throat on his cock. I could stay like this forever, my mouth locked on Daddy’s dick.
It’s my job to please Daddy with my mouth, and I can tell he is pleased as I look up at him. His eyes are locked on mine, and he reaches down to grip my head. Now I’m free; free to give myself over to his will as he rams into my throat, holding me still for his dick. He fucks my face so hard I am gagging, tears are streaming, and he does not stop or even acknowledge my struggle to take him in, just jams himself deeper. His eyes are feral. I am not breathing. I am not thinking. I am just a hole for Daddy to fuck. I am pliant in his hands as he moves my head, ramming me onto his dick.
“That’s my boy. Daddy needs to use your mouth now. Take it for Daddy. Take my dick in your hole. Such a good hole for Daddy. That’s all you are. A hole for Daddy’s dick. Daddy made you and now he gets to use you. Use you up and eat you. That’s what you are. Food for Daddy. Yes, boy. Those tears are feeding Daddy’s leather. Let them fall. Such a good hole for Daddy. That’s your only purpose right now.”
He lifts my head to let me breathe just as I begin to gray out. He yanks me up and bends me over the arm of his chair.
It’s my job to bend over quietly and take Daddy’s dick. His hand on the back of my neck centers me as he spreads my legs, puts on a condom and lubes up his cock. My head is right where Daddy sits, and the leather chair smells just like him. I am surrounded by Daddy and leather, but I am scared. I always struggle to take Daddy’s dick in my ass. It’s terrifying every time.
He impales me with his cock, deep in my hole. It hurts. I whimper.
“That’s my good boy. I know you’re scared. Just remember, it’s your job to bend over quietly and take Daddy’s dick.”
It’s too big. I can’t do it. It’s bigger with every second. I stop breathing. Daddy’s cock always feels like this: too big, like I really am eleven and am getting raped by my father for the first time. I tremble and shake my head. I know I’m supposed to be quiet, but I can’t. I’m scared. It’s too big. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.
“No, Daddy. It hurts. It’s too big, Daddy. I can’t do it. Don’t, Daddy. Please.”
Daddy knows better than to listen. He fucks me harder, his hand pressing my mouth into the leather.
“Shut up and take it, boy. It’s your job to bend over quietly and take Daddy’s dick, no matter how scared you are. No matter how much it hurts. You think this hurts, boy? I’m going to show you what hurting’s really about.”
There is no sound like a belt being ripped from its loops. It hits my back, on top of the marks from the quirt, breaking them open on the first blow. Fire races through me as he fucks me while his belt slams into my back. I am sobbing full out now, but I can’t shut up.
“No, Daddy! Please, no. Please stop. Daddy, please! I’ll be good. I promise.”
“You will be quiet for me, boy. Until you figure out how to be quiet and take my dick, I will keep beating you bloody.”
Daddy’s dick slams into my hole. I can’t breathe, it’s so big. My eyes bulge, but my teeth clamp shut as he beats me. My screams are muffled by my closed mouth. He’s tearing me open. I am shuddering. My entire body shakes as he pounds his belt into my back. Finally I find my quiet, and the beating stops. His dick is still invasive, but I take it for Daddy. He knows it is going to scare me each time. Daddy likes that. He leans into me, ramming me, and growls in my ear. “I can smell your fear, boy. You belong to me. Let Daddy devour your fear. Feed off your tears, your fear and your blood. That’s my boy. Your job is to bend over quietly and take Daddy’s dick. Just be Daddy’s good quiet little hole. Let Daddy in.”
I start drifting, and his words drop into me like rain.
“Just focus on Daddy raping your ass. That’s my good boy. Take Daddy’s dick. Daddy’s dick is the only one that matters, boy. Just stay quiet and take Daddy into your hole. That’s my good, good boy. You are being so good for me, boy. I’m going to let you cum. You hear me? Daddy’s going to fuck you, and lick the blood off your back, and when he’s ready you’re going to hold your breath until Daddy cums. You hold it for as long as you can without breathing, boy, and when you are ready to burst, you cum for Daddy. That’s my good boy.”
Daddy leans down and starts licking the blood off my back as he fucks me. He is growling, and his dick just keeps ramming into me. As I am focused on staying good and quiet for him and feeling his tongue soaking up my blood, something shifts in me. I let go. I stop fighting him. I can just focus on doing my job for him without struggling inside anymore. Right now my job is to take him into me, to be a good quiet hole for Daddy’s cock. And there’s grace in that. I have a place. I belong to Daddy. I have a job. I know how to please him. All I have to do is let go and do my job, and everything will follow from that.
“Mine,” Daddy growls as he licks the blood from my skin. “My boy to fuck. My hole to use. Mine. You are mine to do with as I see fit. You belong to Daddy. This is your place, impaled on my cock. This is who you are. I made you and I get to say who you are, faggot. You will learn to love this, as any good cub would. I will teach you. That’s what Daddies do for their boys. Teach them how to be men. You will be a good man when Daddy’s through with you. For as long as it takes, Daddy will teach you. You will learn.”
He resumes ramming into me, brutal and relentless. He thrusts in deep with each word. I spent much of my adult life searching for a Daddy like this. I am so grateful to this man for pushing me like this, for trusting me with his cruelty.
“You. Are. My. Boy. My. Hole. To. Use. Made. By. Me. For. My. Pleasure.”
He grabs my head and wraps his hand around my mouth and nose as he fucks me. All I can smell is leather. I can’t breathe. Daddy keeps slamming his dick into me, and I start to tremble. No breath. My head is pounding. My dick throbs as I begin to think about it again, getting ready to obey Daddy’s order. And then his cock starts to feel good. I moan against his hand and have less breath. My eyes bulge, and I start to struggle against his hand. I can’t breathe. Oh, god, his dick feels so good. I am screaming in my head. My cock is ready to burst.
Then Daddy’s teeth sink into my neck. Searing pain roars through me and I can’t breathe or think, or do anything except take it. Take his dick in my ass. Take his teeth in my neck. Take his cum as it spurts into me. It all explodes inside me, rushing through me and out my cock in intense painful spurts of cum. And then Daddy’s hand leaves my mouth and we breathe together.
“That’s my good boy. I am very proud of you,” Daddy murmurs, as he pulls me to him.
His arms surround me, hands stroking. I can hear his heartbeat and I let my eyes flutter shut. I am safe in his arms. I breathe in, smelling leather and Daddy and cum. I am home.
ABOUT THE AUTHORS
GAVIN ATLAS (gavinatlas.com) enjoys writing Daddy stories more than anything, and most of the stories in his collection, The Boy Can’t Help It: Sensual Stories of Young Bottoms, are intergenerational fantasies. He lives in Houston with his boyfriend, John, and he enjoys hearing from readers.
DALE CHASE (dalechasestrokes.com) has written male erotica for more than a decade, with two story collections in print: If The Spirit Moves You: Ghostly Gay Erotica and The Company He Keeps: Victorian Gentlemen’s Erotica. Her novella “Tender Mercies” appears in History’s Passions: Four Erotic Stories of Sex Before Stonewall.
LANDON DIXON’s writing credits include Options, Beau, In Touch/Indulge, Men, Freshmen, [2], Mandate, Torso, Honcho, and stories in the anthologies Straight? Volume 2, Friction 7, Working Stiff, Sex by the Book, Nerdvana, Ultimate Gay Erotica 2005, 2007 and 2008 and Best Gay Erotica 2009.
JAMIE FREEMAN (jamiefreeman.net) lives and writes in a small town in North Florida. More of his erotic fiction can be found in Daddies, Muscle Men, Beautiful Boys, Video Boys and Homo Thugs. He has published a variety of genre fiction, including romance, science fiction and horror.
JACK FRITSCHER (JackFritscher.com) is founding San Francisco editor of Drummer magazine, where he first introduced the concept of daddies in a 1978 feature, “In Praise of Older Men,” leading to special issues titled Daddies. Eighteen books include the award-winning Gay San Francisco; Some Dance to Remember: A Memoir-Novel of San Francisco 1970-1982; and his bio of his lover, Robert Mapplethorpe: Assault with a Deadly Camera.
DOUG HARRISON’s (pumadoug@gmail.com) prose appears in his PhD thesis, patents, zines and twenty anthologies. He was active in San Francisco’s leather scene and appears in erotic videos and photo shoots. Doug has two children and two grandchildren. He lives in Hawaii near the lava flows of Puna.
DAVID HOLLY (gaywriter.org) lives in Portland, Oregon. His books include Delicious Darkness, a darkly erotic collection of over-the-top gay fantasy stories. His stories have appeared in Best Gay Romance, Best Gay Erotica, Beautiful Boys, Boy Crazy and many other publications, and he can be seen on facebook. com/david.holly2.
KYLE LUKOFF is a writer and aspiring librarian living in Brooklyn, New York. He has been published in many anthologies, including Gender Outlaws: The Next Generation, I Like It Like That: True Tales of Gay Male Desire and Girl Crazy: Coming Out Erotica.
JEFF MANN has published two books of poetry, Bones Washed with Wine and On the Tongue; a collection of memoir and poetry, Loving Mountains, Loving Men; a book of essays, Edge and a volume of short fiction, A History of Barbed Wire, winner of a Lambda Literary Award.
DOMINIC SANTI (dominicsanti@yahoo.com) is a former technical editor turned rogue whose stories have appeared in many dozens of publications, including Country Boys, Brief Encounters and Best Gay Erotica 2011. Future plans include more dirty short stories and an even dirtier historical novel.
RANDY TURK is single and living in Missouri. “Professor Papi” is his first story.
XAN WEST (Xan_West@yahoo.com) is the pseudonym of a NYC BDSM/sex educator. Xan’s story “First Time Since” won honorable mention for the 2008 NLA John Preston Short Fiction Award, and other work has been published in Best S/M Erotica 2 and 3, Best Gay Erotica 2009, Daddies, Sextime, Biker Boys, Backdraft and Leathermen.
MARK WILDYR (markwildyr.com) has published about fifty stories exploring developing sexual awareness in the magazines Freshmen and Men, and in anthologies from Alyson, Arsenal Pulp Press, Cleis, Companion, Green Candy, Haworth and STARbooks Press. His novels Cut Hand and The Victor and the Vanquished are now available.
ABOUT THE EDITOR
RICHARD LABONTÉ (tattyhill@gmail.com), when he’s not skimming dozens of anthology submissions a month, or reviewing one hundred or so books a year, or turning turgid bureaucratic prose into comprehensible English, or coordinating the judging of the Lambda Literary Awards for 2010-2011, or crafting the best croutons ever at his weekend work in a recovery center kitchen, likes to startle deer as he walks terrier/schnauzer Zak (sometimes accompanied by his husband, Asa) in Bowen Island’s temperate rainforest. In season, he also fills pails with blackberries and huckleberries. Yum.
Copyright © 2011 by Richard Labonté.
All rights reserved. Except for brief passages quoted in newspaper, magazine, radio, television or online reviews, no part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or information storage or retrieval system, without permission in writing from the Publisher.
Published in the United States by Cleis Press Inc., 2246 Sixth Street, Berkeley, California 94710.
eISBN : 978-1-573-44735-5
“Daddies in Damian” © 2011 by Gavin Atlas. “Never Say Never Again” © 2011 by Dale Chase. “Men of the Open Road” © 2011 by Landon Dixon. “In His Time” © 2011 by Jamie Freeman. “Father and Son Tag Team (That Summer! That Camp! That Cousin!)” © 2011 by Jack Fritscher. “Imagination Morphs Into Reality” © 2011 by Doug Harrison. “Pop Tingle” © 2011 by David Holly. “The Lesson” © 2011 by Kyle Lukoff. “Daddy Draden” © 2011 by Jeff Mann. “Settling In: Letter to Jack” © 2011 by Dominic Santi. “Professor Papi” © 2011 by Randy Turk. “It’s My Job” © 2011 by Xan West. “Markey” © 2011 by Mark Wildyr.
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