Do You Want Daddy?

Daddy's cock had made him totally shameless. He couldn't stop watching the videos and looking at the photos. It was terrible. It was hot. He had to admit it was totally fucking hot. The way it looked and the way he handled it somehow made Daddy's cock THE cock he wanted, needed, craved. But it was always on the other side of his computer monitor or phone screen. So real he could almost taste the taut purple skin of the swollen thick head and lick off that shiny droplet of precum. He wished.   

He ran his slim fingers across his crotch and felt stubble. Have to shave that, he thought. Make himself smooth and soft and yielding. In case. Yeah, right. As if like in Cinde-fucking-rella Daddy would magically transform him – him, of all men – into Daddy's almost-perfect cock slave. His personal whore. Okay. Anything. He'd surrender everything just to be Daddy's anything. But in his mind, he'd know he was just Daddy's whore.

The shower was steamy, clouds billowing up from his skin as he lathered and scrubbed. He razored everything quickly, his dick getting stiffer as he shaved until it stood rigidly away from his belly. He squeezed his cheeks together and flexed the bobbing shaft as his fingers caressed his smooth hairless balls. He sighed loudly and whispered, “Daddy.”

Daddy loved his smooth hairless cock and balls. There was never any stray fur to catch on ropes, straps, cockrings or any of the sexual devices and toys Daddy liked to use. Daddy sometimes demonstrated them in his pics and videos. Fuck, those made him hot. Too hot. He'd watch them and be madly stroking his dick in seconds, cumming in minutes. And sad that it was already over. Daddy would fix that. Daddy would take control.

Tie him up or down. Straps of glossy black leather. Heavy metal. His tee-shirt and jeans were torn open, baring him for Daddy's pleasure. The smell of smoke and leather in the thick dark air. Dick throbbing, balls aching, all he needs now is Daddy's words, Daddy's touch, his usage, his cum. Daddy's cum. Thick hot white spurting ropes and all for him. Because Daddy wants it that way. Daddy loves to shoot cum on his face, let it dribble off his chin, then lick it all up clean. He wished.

He called up his favorite mental image of himself, kneeling at Daddy's knees, looking up at him and squirming naked, and softly saying, “Anything you want, Daddy.” It almost made him cum whenever he thought of it. He looked at his computer monitor and said it out loud to the moving image of Daddy's cock. “Anything you want, Daddy.” When Daddy finally granted permission to reveal his hardened cock shaft, he had to use both hands around the shaft to encircle it.  The heat radiated off the bulging curves of the head like a comet racing ahead to...to his open lips he hoped.  He waited patiently, but nervously until Daddy made a forward thrust with his hips and the purple tip separated his wet lips quickly.  His tongue greedily licked around and around, tasting every tiny sweep and roundabout but wanting more.  As if reading his mind, Daddy pushed forward even more strongly, this time his shaft halfway down the submissive's yielding warm throat.  He swallowed and then felt his Daddy's cock bury itself immediately all the way to the root, Daddy's pendulous balls smacking loudly against his lower face.  Heaven, he thought.  This is what heaven must be...with Daddy.

Bunny had heard of it happening, but he'd never met anyone to whom it was a reality.  Maybe it was just a big fat lie some guys told themselves.  But it didn't feel like that when he got the first delivery.  He'd been chatting and phoning with the man who wanted to be called Daddy for only a week.  On the third day, some packages arrived.  He didn't remember ordering anything but when he opened the various bags and containers he was astonished.  He touched them all briefly and then stripped and rushed into the bathroom to shower.

As much as he wanted to hurry and try things on, the steamy water of the shower relaxed his skin and he began feeling hotter, not just from the steam.  Carefully and slowly drying his body, he slowly walked back to his bedroom.  His eyes danced over the gifts and he let his right-hand trawl down his slim body until he grasped the root of his dick and squeezed.

"Oh, Daddy!...I!  You are going to dress me like a perfect slut.  I love it."  A single sticky drop of precum slipped across his fingers and he brought them to his lips to lick.  He closed his eyes and opened his mouth wide.  "Fuuuuck me, Daaaady!" he groaned.

It was black, of course, and see-thru.  Everything on display but lightly covered in a shadowing veil.  It made him look hot as fuck, he thought, carefully putting the fragile lingerie on his nude body.  It felt silky and alive as if butterflies were fluttering over his skin when he moved.  Daddy had excellent taste and knew how to invest his money in quality. He actually shivered pulling up the thigh high stockings and fitting them snuggly.  They sharply framed his thighs and accented the much too small black transparent triangle that could not cover his cock and balls at the same time, so one or the other kept popping out a leg hole.  He was already at the chub stage, his cock hanging thickly in a curve to his mid-thigh and his taut ball sack getting tighter every second  It was such a dumb cliche but he felt like electricity was running up and down the shaft of his dick when he thought that Daddy wanted him like this.  Bought this awesome outfit for him to wear...so that Daddy could...would...should fuck him until he couldn't stand it anymore.  Yeah, like that, Daddy, he whispered a kiss at the mirror, preenig in his see-thru black nakedness.  He pouted his lips.  "Talk dirty to me, Daddy.  Tell me you want to fuck me."

In his mind, by the time, Daddy arrived his panty-clad genitals were ready to explode.  The round head of his dick jutted over the top of the see-thru panties and was leaving a glistening trail of precum soaking through the waistband.  His nipples were so hard they ached.  And he kind of hoped Daddy would roughly grab them and twist, sending ripples of pain and pleasure through his body. 

His knees buckled and he slid gracefully down in from of Daddy's chair, positioning his knees widely, his hands behind his back."You have a beautiful cock, Daddy," he murmured softly.

After a long silent pause, he whispered even more softly.  "May I touch it?"

He felt pain when Daddy shook his head.  He wanted to say, "BUT I want to touch it, Daddy!  I need to feel your hardness.  I want that fucking cock buried in my mouth, my ass, anything you want, Daddy, just give me that fucking cock now!  Please."  But he never said a word.  He just swayed back and forth on his knees, feeling the heat of Daddy's cock so close to his face...his tongue wanting to stretch out and lick that delicious head...taste that precious drop of precum in the slit.  But all he could do was remain still and silently watch Daddy's hand slide up and down and down and up Daddy's beautiful cock.

Daddy's fingers still carried the heat and scent of his cock as they reached to caress his cheek and casually...Daddy would lightly brush the tip across his lips.  He swallowed loudly and Daddy smiled as his fingers cupped his jaw  Suddenly, his mind went completely blank as Daddy shoved the entire length of his thick cock between his lips and down his throat.  He gagged, his throat contracting and spasming around Daddy's thickness, the bulb of the head choking off his wind.  He thought he might pass out.  Finally, Daddy very slowly slid his length out of his mouth with a wet sucking pop.  He shivered.  "Thank you, Daddy," he whispered.

The worst part of his dream was waking up.  The all too familiar disappointment that it was a fantasy made his dick wilt against his small ball sack and he blushed.  It wasn't shame.  It was sheer dirty boy hunger for his Daddy and his Daddy's cock that made his face flush: anger, frustration, WANT!  Tonight, damnit, he told himself for the umpteenth time.  "Tonight I am going to get Daddy's cock in my mouth.  And my ass.  I hope.  Tonight I am going to do it."

He had prepared -- for real; not just in his mind like before -- and sat in front of his webcam dressed like the slut he hoped Daddy would like.  He logged on to the site where Daddy spent time and...started live streaming.  Please, Daddy, he silently thought.  Please come watch me.  I want you to watch me.  His dick drooled precum constantly now making a larger and larger transparent wet spot on his black panties.  The head of his dick throbbed and ached and he actually choked when the notification came that Daddy was watching him....!

Daddy's webcam showed that he was sitting naked, wearing his Daddy regalia of cockrings,  Fucking hot Daddy!  He could feel his whole body trembling as he focused on watching Daddy's webcam feed.  He wanted to make Daddy start stroking that beautiful cock of his.  He wanted to make Daddy cum...as he watched.