Daddy's Boy Ch. 07: Submission

*Again- I do not condone non-consent or reluctance in real life, no exceptions. This is strictly fantasy! Don't like, don't read please. Thank you all.*

*Content Warning: Themes of Non-consent/Reluctance*

*Content Warning: Themes of Incest*

That night as I was just about to fall completely into sleep, I heard the basement stairs creak. Too tired to truly pay attention, I simply rolled over and curled up against the cold of being naked in our mostly-cement cellar. It wasn't until the squeak of my cage door being thrown open sounded and rough hands grabbed my hips that my eyes flew open, my mind awake and terrified.

"Nngh." I grunted, my stomach hitting the mattress as Daddy flipped me over roughly. My ass pointed up into the air, my hips grinding into my mattress nervously. I was just about to sleep- did Daddy really have to do this to me now?

I guess so. The tip of his dick was humping against the outside of my entrance almost immediately. I instinctively clenched away from it, but Daddy shoved his fingers around my collar and yanked. The sudden lack of air and tug around my throat made me jolt backwards into Daddy, the tippy-top of his penis pushing through my ring of muscle. I gasped and Master held the side of my head down into the mattress. I struggled uselessly underneath him until with one swift and harsh movement, he shoved all nine inches of himself deep inside of me.

"DADDY." I screamed, wide awake. My daddy ignored me though, lowering himself down so that he was completely laying on top of me, his dick deep inside my ass. Daddy's full weight trapped me between him and the mattress. I could feel every breath he took and every move he made. He took no time to start humping his hips into my butt, his dick ramming into me harder. With Daddy lying on top of me with only his hips gyrating up and down, the angle shoved his member into a new spot inside of me that both hurt and blinded me with pleasure. I heard the smack of his hip bones against my butt.

"Shh. Sh. Sh." Daddy grunted and shushed me with each thrust. I listened, resorting to softer whimpers and moans into the mattress as he fucked me for the second time in a couple of hours. I guessed that now he opened the floodgates, this would be a very frequent thing. I didn't know what breeding was, but when Daddy said he was going to breed me all the time, I knew it wasn't good.

"Mmmmm." I whined, my body being shoved into the mattress over and over until I just went limp and let him do what he pleased. Daddy shoved his cock into me as far as he could, all his weight bearing down on me as he shoved himself in up to the hilt. Then, Daddy propped his upper half up by stuffing his hands against the bed so that his waist ground deeper into my ass. He kept his cock buried but gyrated against me, his cock throbbing and probing my insides. Sometimes I could feel it brush something that sent electric burst of pleasure from my head to my toes until they curled under me with inexplicable, hot ecstasy. Daddy could tell by my unwarranted moan.

"Atta boy." He grunted, moving a hand to shove two fingers into my mouth. I sucked obediently until Daddy thrusted a few more times, his body trembling above me. He finally let all his weight down on top of me again as he came, filling my ass with his seed.

"Uuuaghhhh,"

Then he left. I was left exhausted with a boner that I wasn't allowed to relieve myself from. My heart was thumping annoyingly loud in my ears. The things me and Daddy did together now was quite the workout, even if I didn't do much but lay there.

The next morning, I was awoken when Daddy yanked my cage door open. He immediately reached in and grabbed me gently but firmly by my genitals. I whimpered and scrambled up to my hands and knees to comply with his pulling hold on me. He tugged until I crawled out into the basement towards Daddy's leather sawhorse. He shoved his fingers between my collar and neck, yanking me up onto the sawhorse. I swung my leg over, wiggling until the leather was wedged semi-comfortably between my ass cheeks. He pulled my hands back behind me roughly, crossing my wrists over each other and securing a tight rope around them. My boney chest rose and fell dramatically with my nervous and unfortunately aroused anticipation.

"You're going to learn how to enjoy whatever I give to you when I want you to, boy. When I say, 'cum', I want your little ass writhing underneath me. Understand?"

"Yes, Daddy." I moaned as he fondled my balls and morning wood. I gritted my teeth together against the bursts of indescribable pleasure that came with Daddy's touch.

"Hump into my hand, Maxie."

I bit my lip and did as I was told, gritting my teeth against the extra friction that sent waves of pleasure through my crotch. I didn't want to keep grinding into Daddy's hand like an animal, but also, that's all part of me wanted. My penis was achingly hard and I needed release, no matter the cost. I eagerly waited for my master hatay escort to shove his hand underneath my jockstrap and finish me off, but he only rubbed me from above the cloth.

"You have a lot of orgasm training to go, bud. Soon you'll solely be able to come from anything like nipple play to some simple humping."

I let out a stuttering breath at the sheer sound of that, my legs writhing helplessly in the air on either side of the sawhorse and I ground helplessly into Daddy's hand. It felt shamefully good (even thought my crotch and ass were starting to get sore wedged on the large contraption), but I doubted I could cum just from this.

I started to think that maybe Daddy would prove me wrong when he stepped behind me and started pinching my left nipple while continuing to rub me down there. He started to vary the way he pumped his hand over my bulge; up and down, in small gyrating circles, or sometimes gently grabbing me and fondling my balls. All while he interchangeably rolled my nipples between his fingertips. My head uselessly lolled back after a while. I couldn't hold it up among my pleasure and overbearing desire to orgasm- a sensation I was starting to become less afraid of and more excited for.

And yet, all I found myself thinking about was the desperate need for my master to just reach below my jockstrap and touch me- really touch me. I doubted I'd even need a stroke. Just the brush of Daddy's skin against my member would surely send my back arching at this point. I didn't even care of the guilt that it instilled in me- all I wanted was that release.

"Unnngh. Unnngh. Unnngh. Unnngh." I couldn't help but moan loudly every time I humped into Daddy's gyrating hand. I fought the urge to beg him to touch me deeper- surely, he wouldn't like that. I tried to focus on getting enough friction to cum as soon as I could.

"C'mon." Daddy grunted in my ear, rubbing me harder and at a faster pace. My body was jolting repeatedly over the sawhorse, all sense of control in me lost.

"S- Sore." I stuttered out, and it was true. It was getting harder to stay aroused when the sawhorse beam was shoving itself between my ass cheeks like the world's most uncomfortable bike.

"Then you better get cumming." Daddy snapped back angrily, leaving my left nipple to reach up and give my collar a punishing tug with another hard rub of his hand over my penis. Before I even knew what was happening, these simultaneous actions sent me into an anomalistically pleasurable state. The buildup of having to go to bed with a boner, wake up with a boner, and then not being allowed anything more than dry humping? Plus, something about the sudden lack of air and being choked... My vision nearly went black from the size of my orgasm. I screamed a high pitched, broken yell and arched back into Daddy who gripped my cock and balls and gently squeezed as I came. I felt like I left the Earth for a long while until the basement faded back and my toes uncurled. I felt my body slump in exhaustion on the sawhorse.

"Good boy. You'll get better at cumming on command." Daddy gave my throbbing dick one last squeeze before letting go. I winced. It was even breakfast time yet and my genitals were already sore from the day's use. I actually found myself relieved that our morning routine involved me sucking Daddy off- hopefully he wouldn't add anything extra today. With a pang of worry, I remembered my attempt to escape yesterday. I thought surely, he'd have much more punishment planned. I gulped as Daddy grabbed me by my collar and dragged me upstairs. He sat me up by the kitchen sink and cleaned me up before yanking me to my feet and giving my ass a slap.

"Breakfast."

"Yes, Sir."

Once Daddy was eating and unfolding his paper, I obediently sunk down to my "sitting" pose at his feet, sitting back on my heels and spreading my knees, pushing me chest out. Daddy subconsciously reached over and tweaked my right nipple almost as just of a way of acknowledging me before shifted in his seat and spread his legs under the table, signaling for me to get into place.

Crawling between his legs, I sat back on my heels as I pulled down Daddy's zipper. Before I could get past his boxers, he grabbed my head with one hand and shoved my face into his crotch, grinding up his hardening penis against my face.

I kept waiting for the final shoe to drop. Was Daddy waiting until after breakfast to continue my punishment? Would he force me to cum over and over again like the other day? When Daddy let my head back up, I proceeded to remove his member from his boxers, hesitantly eyeing the cock in front of my face and licking my lips in anticipation. But before,

"Master? May I speak?"

Daddy pushed back in his chair and I scooted forward on my heels so I could look up at his face from where I peeked out under the table. He looked down at me as I kneeled between his legs before his waiting cock. He gave my face a gentle hatay escort bayan slap.

"Make it quick."

I took a deep, fearful breath, trying to gather courage before I chickened out. Better to just rip off the bandaid...

"I'm sorry for disobeying you yesterday. I'm sorry for trying to run. I won't do it again. I promise." I blurted out, not able to keep the shake of intimidation from my voice. Maybe if I tackled the problem straight out, Daddy would consider lifting any more punishment. It was a reach, but-

"Mmmhh." I whimpered when Daddy grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my face into his dick. He manhandled my head so that it rubbed all over his member.

"Are you REALLY sorry, Maxie?" He growled softly, arousal clear in his voice as he humped into my face.

"Yes, Master. I'm sorry, Master." I breathed, my lips mumbling against my Daddy's penis.

"Mmm..." Daddy moaned, reached down with his other hand not in my hair, shoving it past my lips and pressing down on my tongue. I coughed, but sucked obediently. "I want to believe you, slut."

He then guided the head of his penis past my lips, replacing his finger. My tongue subconsciously prodded his tip, my lips wet and slick around the top of his member.

"Tell me who you belong to." Daddy instructed, tightening his hold in my hair and sinking my head a little further down onto his penis.

"I eh-oh oo ew eh-ee." I mumbled "I belong to you, Daddy." incoherently around his penis. He slapped my face and I squeezed my eyes shut as he shoved my head deeper, the tip of his dick suddenly poking at the entrance to my throat. I choked in surprised, gripping Daddy's thighs to ground me.

"Look at me." He commanded, his voice growing more and more harsh with his increasing arousal. I did as I was told, my eyes turning up to look at my Master's face while my own was still stuffed with dick. "Who owns you, Maxie?"

He slammed my head down onto his penis, the tip shoving into the back of my throat for a mere second- enough to send my body convulsing and crying out for stolen air. I was able to come up on his dick a little after the assault, but kept it in my mouth.

"Eyes UP." He yanked at my hair, reminding me after I instinctively squeezed them shut. I returned my eyes up to my Daddy.

"Oo oh ee, eh-oh."

You own me, Master.

"You going to try to run on me again, you ungrateful little boy whore?"

He shoved my head back down on his dick, holding it there while breeching my throat. I gagged and thrashed uncomfortable between his legs, gripping his jeans uselessly and trying to breath out my nose.

"HUH?" He insisted, probably knowing full well that I couldn't reasonably respond with a cock shoved down my throat. He ground his hips up into my face, his dick massaging into my breathing passages. I choked and gagged uselessly around his member as Daddy grunted and ground.

Finally after what seemed like an eternity, Daddy let me off his cock with a throaty groan. I coughed and sputtered, gasping for air between his knees.

"I- I promise. I'll never run again, Daddy. I'm your fucktoy. I- I'm your slave."

"Do you want to be Daddy's fuck object, Maxie?" Daddy asked a question with only one acceptable answer as he grabbed my head and pushed his cock into my mouth again, luckily not as far.

"Eh... Eh, Ah-ee."

Yes... Yes, Daddy.

"Beg."

I started to mumble nonsense around his dick. It didn't seem like it really mattered WHAT I said- just the fact that I was groveling on my knees with Daddy's cock in my mouth as enough for him as he started to fuck up into my face hole.

"MMmh... Mmm hmmm mmm..." I begged incoherently as he fucked my mouth and throat. He started groaning loudly, slapping my face whenever I would get distracted and stop begging for mercy around his penis. He loved to take one hand behind my head and shove me as far as I could go until my nose was pressed into his pelvis and my chin rested against his balls. I couldn't make one single sound from that position, but would immediately begin again when he let me up for air.

"Shit... Gonna cum..." Daddy grunted with one more thrust before yanking me off his engorged cock slick with my spit. He held my eyes up towards his with his hand in my hair, giving my head a short yank. "I suppose you're forgiven. But if it happens again, you're going to wish that slut of a mother never birthed you."

"Yes, Daddy." I gasped, still struggling to get air back into my lungs. He gave my face a slap with his dick.

"Good. Now get up here."

I shakily stood and let Daddy's brace his large hands on my hips, turning me roughly so my back was to Daddy where I stood between his legs. He grabbed the back of my leather-strap harness and pulled me back onto his lap, his cock poking up against my own balls and dick.

"Mm..." I whimpered nervously, wiggling my butt in his escort hatay lap. Was he going to jerk off on my back again? Jerk me off while humping between my ass cheeks? He wasn't... He wouldn't...

But when Daddy spread my legs wide on either side of his thighs and grabbed the leather waistband of my harness, positioning my hole over his penis, I started to struggle.

"Wait- But you said-"

"This isn't a punishment, Maxie. This is what you're for. When I feel like fucking you now, I fuck you hard and good. Is that understood?"

I started breathing harder, remembering the feeling of Daddy's penis shoving its way inside of me, fucking my tiny asshole until I couldn't remember my name. I writhed in his lap nervously but didn't try to fight him. This is what I was signed up for when I gave in and submitted.

"Mmmmmm..." Daddy groaned deeply as he reached a wet finger down against my hole, slicking me up before his giant tip prodded my entrance. His penis felt so ridiculously big against my puckered hole. Even though I knew it was possible, I still had a hard time believing he could shove all of himself up into me.

He started to do just that, using both hands and gripping the leather straps over my back from my harness. He pulled me down onto him, my ass spreading and burning painfully. I screamed out and arched my back which just gave Daddy better access, my ass pressing back into him. I felt the leather straps bounding my torso digging into my skin as he gave my harness a sharp tug, piercing me with his penis.

"UUUNGH. DADDY. DADDY." I cried out as his cock throbbed inside of me. Daddy made sure I had sunk fully down onto his penis before he held me there, sometimes gyrating me on top of him so that his dick massaged my inner walls. I gritted my teeth, squeezed my eyes shut, and breathed desperately fast out my mouth.

"So tight for Daddy. Good boy, Max." He breathed huskily into my ear, taking one more second to let his cock twitch inside my ass before he shoved me forward, his dick slowly sliding out of my hole. My elbows rested on the kitchen table in front of me. Daddy's half-eaten breakfast and morning paper still laid there as if they were reminders from the life we had before this all started- before I was Daddy's little sex slave and just his obedient son and servant.

Daddy manhandled my thin body to sink back onto his dick. Then back up... Then back down... I felt his shaft slide in and out of my ring of muscle and suddenly felt a pang of pleasure that accompanied the awful burning in my ass. My cock twitched for just a second before I was overcome with pain once again.

"Someday I'll get you to love being fucked. You're meant to have a cock filling your holes, slut." Daddy grunted as he started fucking me harder into his lap. The slap of our skin filled the air as we fell into a rhythm and the pain began to numb. I stopped screaming and resigned to breathy grunts with each thrust into me.

"Nn. Nn. Nn. Nn. Nn."

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.

My legs bounced on either side of Daddy's legs, my thighs starting to get sore from being stretched so wide on either side of my Master's lap as he has ruthless anal sex with his own son.

"Daddy..." I started to breath when his fucking got faster and my senses started to overload. At that moment, I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. I glanced towards our sliding back door window and saw Mr. John and Kyle out in their backyard in clear view. Mr. John was taking Kyle out to use the bathroom on his leash but he wasn't focused on Kyle- he was looking right through our window at Daddy fucking me.

My face was surely twisted into an expression of pure pain and discomfort as my eyes met Master John's, my vision a little blurred from the force at which my body was being thrusted back and forth. Daddy must've seen Mr. John too. He unraveled his hands from their grip on my leather waist band and used one to wave at our neighbor, one to dig into a grip on the collar around my neck. The hand holding my collar yanked it back and held it firmly so that I was forced to arch my back up and away from the table. I couldn't lean on anything anymore. The only thing keeping me up was the collar digging into my neck, so my air was instantly cut off.

Simultaneously, Daddy started fucking me at an animalistic pace. My body couldn't do anything but go slack on Daddy's lap, arched and contorted unnaturally as he pounded me from his breakfast chair. My toes curled and my muscles clenched, including my hole around Daddy's penis that kept forcing its way in and out of me. From under my heavy lids, I saw Mr. John watch as Daddy had his way with me before even 9AM. When he started to grunt and groan, I knew he was close. I felt his member pulse inside of me. It didn't quite feel good, but it didn't feel terrible anymore. I just felt dirty and used and sore... and defeated. Dominated. I accepted this now.

"Yes... Yes, good boy..." Daddy grunted as I felt his cock explode inside of me, shooting cum into my ass. I would've screamed if I still could barely breathe. Luckily, Daddy relinquished his hold on my collar and gripped my small hips with both hands instead. He pulled me down onto him as far as I could go as he bred me with his seed.