All characters appearing in this story are +18 at the time of any sexual conduct . all names and events are fictional and any resemblance to real life counterparts is purely coincidental.
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It has been 2 months since I became Daddy’s bitch boy, and it was the most natural thing to ever happen to me. Ever since my initiation fuck, Daddy made sure to fuck me every chance he was home and then some. I still went to college and everything, but I was also lying to my parents about my life in the city. No, I wasn’t going out for drinks with friends from college, I was getting the cum fucked out of me while wearing pink panties and stockings by Daddy Demetri’s enormous dick reshaping my insides.
He made sure to fuck me and my sub brother Ian in every position and place of his big apartment. On the bed, in the hot tub, in the corridor, on the living room’s floor, on the dining table, on the kitchen counter. Daddy bent me in every position and used me as a human flesh light, constantly filling my belly and ass with his kids, after which he’d plug me up so my body would absorb as much as possible.
His cum, I would discover, was genuinely addicting. I may have been bitched into a perfect bottom boy, but Daddy’s cum itself was magical in its own rite. It tasted amazing, making me crave it more than actual food, and it made me all warm on the inside when it painted my walls. It’s like we were bitches in mating season, and our Daddy was our top man. We’d hump his legs in frustration with our useless caged dicks when we woke in the middle of the night curled up at his feet, horny and empty, needing to be filled by our strong man, and Daddy never let us go hungry.
And whenever Daddy wasn’t around to tame us, Ian and I would get to all kind of bottom on bottom play to satisfy our needs. We couldn’t fuck one another, so we resorted to scissoring like girls, which we almost were at that point. Our dick were useless, caged up and forgotten, and our asses were moulded into perfect pussies for Daddy’s big perfect cock. We’d hump and slam out groins against each other, legs spread apart, trying to stimulate our tiny caged nubs by grinding on each other in a horny weak haze. We also kissed a lot, constantly swapping saliva and licking each other all over, usually dressed in slutty outfits to show our big asses for whenever our Daddy finally came home.
I was starting to develop a bond of deep trust with Ian as we grew closer body and mind, talking and venting to each other in bed while wearing our slutty outfits like girls at a sleep over. It was different from the bond I had with Demetri. He was my Daddy and had completely taken over my mind, meanwhile, Ian was a fellow boy, my submissive brother, only we understood each other’s psyche, having gone from normal lives to our current bitched selves. Sometimes, Daddy liked to watch us kiss and play in front of him, and we’d let out our inner sluts out in a desperate attempt to please him and be chosen. Other times, he’d get back tired, order us on the bed, and we’d line up, heads down and ass up side by side, the one getting pounded by the powerful fuck machine Daddy was being comforted by the one who isn’t, our lips mashing together from the rocking. Other slutty trainings included making out after Daddy had decorated our faces with his loads, and we’d make out and pass it back and forth between us. Or, one of us would cum hands free as Daddy fucked the shit out of him, and Daddy would order the other to place his mouth on the caged dick and suck as much as could, making the one cumming scream his lungs out from over stimulation, his body twitching like it’s being lit on fire as Demetri laughed, enjoying the fuck and a show.
Eventually, once Daddy had judged that my programming has set in perfectly, he started taking me out on dates like he did Ian. We started off with very casual routines, Daddy Demetri being careful as to not confuse my dumb bottom brain. He provided me with cute stylish outfits while he dressed in high end simple stuff, his powerful allure shining through the simplicity. Our first date was at a restaurant owned by a friend of Demetri, and it went wonderfully. After all, I was first convinced to follow this man because of his sweet talk back when he first chose me. We spent all night talking over an intimate elegant dinner in a fancy restaurant, all the while his hand never leaving my thighs, a powerful reassurance of his hold on me. Once we were done, Daddy got up and headed to the bathroom, signalling me to follow him. I instinctively knew that Daddy wanted to take me, and I followed him without hesitation, but my nerves were on edge, this being my first time doing something this daring. In the cubicle, Daddy was in an aggressive mode, fucking my throat to his heart’s contents as I felt every slap of his balls on my chins and my eyes started tearing up a bit, my gag reflex non existent having been long since disabled by him.
After he had enough, he made me present my ass to him as he burrowed his spit-coated dick through my asshole and into my trained love tunnel while covering my mouth with his big strong hand, my insides naturally adjusting to the shape it had memorized. When it had finally lodged deep in me, Daddy effortlessly picked me up from under my thighs, making my groin open to the air as he went to town on my ass. The butterflies building up in my stomach from the whole reality of being taken in the bathroom like a common whore, coupled with my view of my helpless locked dick bouncing all over and the feeling of Daddy’s rhythmic powerful fucking, eventually became too much for me to handle, and I yelled out weakly as my dick started squirting all over myself. It dripped down all over my groin, making the area between my legs sticky and even making me tickle as the cold drops reach my taint and slid down my thighs. Soon, I felt Daddy also unload me as he slammed deep in my insides, the warmth of his seed making me calm down from my hazy fuck lust.
Daddy then prepped me against the wall, slammed his hand down hard on my ass cheek, making it turn bright red as I jolted from his rough housing, even though his heavy handling calmed my nerves and relaxed my bubble butt. He proceeded to scoop up what little cum had dribbled down from asshole after I clenched hard on his cum (after all, I would never waste Daddy’s seed willingly), and started wiping it all over my mouth and face as I dropped my knees to the ground, completely lost in his powerful embrace.
Fixing his clothes, Demetri told me to follow him. When I tried to clean up before leaving, another powerful smack to my sore ass made it jiggle as he shook his head, telling me I had to be proud of the gift I received on my pretty face. I looked at him horrified when I realized he wasn’t joking, and, knowing resistance was futile, gingerly asked if I could hold his hand as we left. “Of course, baby. That’s what daddy’s here for!” He answered sweetly to my relief.
I ended up hooking my arms to his, appearing like a clingy child as we left the bathroom with my face being noticeably flushed and painted with cum, and my pants also having some signs of wetness from my bitch orgasm all over myself, that I hoped anyone who saw would dismiss for water drops. To my utter horror, the scene that came before me as I left the restaurant was that of everyone gazing at us, but specifically me. I now realized my weak yells from getting fucked had leaked outside drawing everyone’s attention, o the point that there was a waiter right at the door waiting to help us when we exited. I went full red in the face, my heart sinking 10 floors down as I kept my head down and tried to bury myself inside my Daddy, who walked with a confident aura, inviting people to look at his conquest. At the reception, Daddy saw his friend the owner and exchanged a few words with him as I kept my eyes planted on my shoes. But right before leaving, I stole a glance at him out of curiosity, only to see him smirking, holding back laughter while looking at me.
Needless to say, I sunk into the passenger seat of Daddy Demetri’s car, overwhelmed and spent by this new experience as he smiled and talked to me about his plans tomorrow, as if he didn’t just make me do a walk of shame like I was some call girl fleeing a house without her clothes on.
“You looked spaced out, Pauly.” He finally said.
“I was just processing everything that happened Daddy.” I answered, my head sinking low, suddenly feeling scared that I left him unsatisfied somehow. I was genuinely thinking if I should have acted more slutty back there, after all the humiliation I just felt.
“It’s okay baby, It’s normal. I know what will clear up your mind.” He smiled.
I looked at him questioningly, only to see him grabbing his bulge with a small laugh as my eyes lit up and I nodded immediately, going down on him right away.
As I unsheathed his powerful sword and nuzzled my face in it, taking in the erotic smell of the fresh cum he just injected into me, I happily thanked him with a soft voice before I started suckling on the head like I’m trying to nurse from it. The drive home would continue with me buried in his lap, bobbing my head at my leisure, playing with Daddy’s dick happily, all my worries dissipating as I laid in my natural position, all the while Daddy caressing me fondly, happy that his bitch was fulfilled as usual.
