Bunny and Daddy

Bunny sat in front of his desktop holding his semi-stiff cock. He felt the tightening constriction of the elastic ring around his taut ballsack. A silvery metal ring encircled the base of his shaft and a thick very tight ring was snugged just under the head of his cock. His fingers lightly played across his skin.

He tugged each restraint to its max and felt sharp tremors range up from his ass to his neck. He inhaled deeply and opened the website. Again.

Immediately he felt a strong drag forward, neck first; as if on a leash with a collar around his neck; wrist and ankle straps of coarse black leather and steel. The sight of himself made his rigid cock ache with want. He started to play one of Daddy's videos; a favorite.

“Hi, Daddy,” it began. The voice was feminized and sounded like a young coed. “I wish we could play, Daddy, and we will as soon as I get home again. Mmmm. And if I were there right now – oh, Daddy! – I would be down on my knees, between your thighs. And sucking your cock, Daddy. I miss it so much.”

At that point, Bunny paused the video. The top of his hand was now sticky with dribbled precum. “Sucking your cock, Daddy!” hemouthed, watching himself in a mirror. He suddenly knelt on the carpet, thrusting his hips as he stroked his dick. “Sucking.Sucking. Sucking your cock, Daddy!”

He was obsessed by the man. Daddy. Couldn't think of him without sporting a painfully erect dick. Tried to sleep at night, jackingoff repeatedly thinking about Daddy. And Daddy's cock. His delicious loads of cum. Daddy was all that.

And he barely knew Bunny existed. But that was going to change. Change, starting tonight, Bunny told himself. Over and over. Tonight, in his sexy BDSM gear, Bunny was going to cam live with Daddy. He vowed to himself he would make Daddy give up his cum tonight. He'd watch and match stroke for stroke with Daddy as they jerked off in tandem. Bunny couldn't believe he had come this far. So infatuated, possessed by Daddy that he would masturbate online for him, with him. He'd never even thought of such a thing only a year ago.

He replayed the video part of saying “Sucking your cock, Daddy” and then let the media continue. Daddy wore the same set of cockrings that Bunny wore. Across his torso was the jagged anatomy of a zippered leather jacket. He wore vintage dark glasses and sat easily back in his chair onscreen.

Even in the shadowy light, Bunny had no trouble seeing Daddy's obviously erect cock. “Good evening,” Daddy said in a deep whispery voice.

Bunny suddenly had no tongue. His voice didn't even croak. After his longest moment, he finally whispered back in a stammer. “Yu-your c-c-c-c-cock, Daddy. It's beautiful.”

Daddy's thumb and fingers began toying with the glob of precum on his cockhead. He spread the fingers leaving strands of crystal precum between them. He pushed his fingers toward Bunny's mouth.

“Mmmm,” Bunny moaned. I want to lick that.”

“Oh. I thought you wanted to lick this.” He thrust his hips forward pushing his now rigid cock against her. “And these”, he rubbedhis balls against her belly.

Bunny shivered. Was she really feeling all this or was it a trick of the Internet? She didn't care, really whichever it was. Watching Daddy – now live with him! - was a whole other kind of sex. But it was sex. Daddy always made her cum. The penis kind. Shooting or dribbling his far-less-than-Daddy worthy cum. Bunny's fingers squeezed and pumped.

“Are you stroking your cock for me. Daddy?” Bunny's voice had shrunk to whispers and groans.

“As you can see, I am,” Daddy gruffly answered; hips thrusting that cock in the air toward Bunny's wide-eyed stare. “Are you going to be Daddy's cumface?”

“Anything you want, Daddy,” Bunny heard himself say softly.

“Come here and suck my cock.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“I'll tell you when to stop, then I'll jerk off on your face. Do you like that?”

Bunny felt the tip of Daddy's wet cock pushing against his lips.

“Yes, Daddy. Anything you want. Use me.”

“Suck that dildo. Show Daddy how you'd worship his cock.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” Bunny cooed. He licked his lips and lowered his mouth down onto the dildo representing Daddy's cockhead. It was already deep purple and Bunny was amazed how pink his tongue compared. It tasted chilly, not like a hot steaming Daddy cock would. Bunny nevertheless began wetting the bulbous dildo head lightly sucking on it. After a while Bunny's mouth was filled with saliva and it drooled down her chin and coating the dildo to the base.

Bunny tried to keep up a filthy lewd monologue as her mouth plunged up and down Daddy's shaft. “Mmmmph!” “Daaaaadeeeeee!” “Your cock is filling my mouth!” With a finale sigh and Daddy's soft “I'm cumming.” There wasn't one, but Bunny felt the gush and blast of Daddy's load in his mouth, down his throat, splashing his pecs and belly. And then three large spurts directly on his face. That was the moment Bunny came; edged by Daddy's fist around his dick: a mini-geyser.

Bunny was startled and surprised to see goblets of Daddy's cum running down the camera lens.

“Good boy, Daddy,” whispered with a moan.