Linus arrived early at the indoor swimming complex where he went weekly for an hour of of laps to keep fit. Today would be very different from other days, though. The reason? He'd finally meet the man he called 'Daddy'. He'd known Daddy online for quite some time now. They had been chatting many times - always about Linus' secret submissive and cross-dressing desires.
Even though Linus was married to a beautiful woman and lived what appeared to be a respectable middle-class lifestyle, these clandestine longings tormented him daily. He'd always felt straight and normal until one fateful night he stumbled upon a website dedicated to cross-dressing and domination. Setting up a 'submissive' profile with a photo of his toned body in a pair of his wife's panties had seemed harmless enough, yet the responses he received had struck a nerve deep within him.
Most of the reactions were crude and vulgar, but something in those messages made him feel desired in a way he'd never experienced before. Linus started craving that feeling more than anything else. While most messages were shallow as fuck, the first message from the man he'd come to call 'Daddy', however, threw him off guard. It was written in an sophisticated yet raw tone expressing desire and curiosity about Linus' inclinations and experience.
"Dear boy, your profile picture is very alluring. You seem to take good care of your body and those panties look amazingly sexy on you. Does your mother know you wear her clothes or are they your girlfriend's? It is clear you enjoy playing dress-up but you should consider taking things further, if you haven't already. Pantyboys like you need guidance and discipline to unleash their true potential. I can provide that and much more if you let me. Kind regards, your future Daddy. "
The message ignited something inside Linus. After his initial hesitant reply they started chatting very late into the night. Daddy had Linus confessing a lot of his fantasies of cross-dressing, submission, exhibitionism and even more. In turn Daddy revealed stories of past conquests, relating tales of young innocent boys turned into slaves under his guidance. Chatting with this man became a sickening addiction to Linus.
The chats evolved into voice calls with Linus listening to the filthiest whispers through his headset on multiple occasions while his wife sat next to him, clueless. Daddy would force Linus to masturbate in secret and afterward Linus would feel guilty, disgusted with himself, but still unable to resist returning for another fix. The voice calls soon evolved into lengthy Skype calls with Daddy very explicitly instructing Linus how to act like his slut and how to properly pleasure himself.
During these video calls Linus developed the ill-advised habit of shutting down his webcam and laptop as soon as he reached another euphoric climax. The comedown after the supremely erotic high would instantly fill him with self-loathing, shame and regret, knowing full well he needed to find balance in his life again. Linus would then ignore his Daddy for a couple of days until the withdrawal became too much.
Daddy reacted to these episodes with cold fury, accusing Linus of not appreciating his time and dominance fully, pushing Linus harder towards crossing lines he knew were wrong. He would ignore the younger man's pleading apologies, instead insisting that Linus accept his true nature wholeheartedly. Daddy's influence over Linus intensified day after day. This growing power dynamic left Linus constantly conflicted between following Daddy's twisted orders or rejecting the darker parts of himself.
One day, after another of Linus post-orgasmic disappearing acts, Daddy decided to put an end to it. "Your loss" was his last message via email. He wouldn't reply to any of Linus' messages and had blocked him ruthlessly on Skype. For the first night in a long while he wouldn't be able to act out his fantasies with Daddy, and many nights followed.
It took Linus weeks to regain composure from the shock. Every sexual thought reminded him of Daddy's control and every night with his wife made him crave the darkness. Eventually, he found solace back in his routine activities. As the months passed, Linus tried hard to push away memories of his experiences, hoping they would fade away with time. However, he couldn't help feeling drawn back to Daddy -- despite his best efforts to suppress such desires.
Finally, one Sunday afternoon while his wife was packing for a professional trip abroad, Linus mustered courage and returned to the site, determined to confront Daddy. Despite feeling vulnerable and exposed, he typed out his regret once more in a new chat window:
"I'm so sorry, Daddy."
There was no immediate response, which didn't surprise Linus. Over several minutes of silence, his anxiety mounted as he stared at his own desperate effort. Why even try? And then, a notification popped up on his screen, signalling an incoming email. With bated breath, he opened it, his heart hammering against his rib cage. It contained only four words:
"Meet me. Final chance."
There was nothing else, just eighteen characters etched onto the screen. And then, exactly a minute later, an image. An obscene close-up of Daddy's glorious cock standing tall. Its veins bulging, the head shining brilliantly, glistening with pre-cum. It looked proud, majestic almost. Linus stared at the image in utter fascination.
He knew he wouldn't survive refusing Daddy's demand. Hesitating for a moment longer would mean losing any opportunity to reconcile with Daddy. Linus replied hastily:
"Where and when, Sir?"
The answer took longer than expected to arrive, causing Linus' nerves to escalate further. Finally it came:
"You decide on the location. Let me know where I need to be tomorrow morning around 10am. You will meet me there and show me your true self. Looking forward, boy. Do not disappoint me again."
Daddy's words echoed through Linus' head all afternoon. He decided on the public pool to mitigate any danger. That evening, Linus sent the address of the swimming complex to Daddy. Afterward he felt exhilarated and hornier than he had been in months.
His wife was waiting patiently for him in bed, oblivious to his current state. To her surprise, Linus could barely contain himself and slid down her panties after he crawled under the sheets. She didn't even notice how he held them and fondled the satin material as he expertly licked her to multiple orgasms. When she tried to return the favor and took hold of his rock hard penis, he stopped her saying "No, baby, it's okay", leaving her curious and slightly frustrated. She rolled over, unaware of the internal turmoil raging within him. After a few minutes he whispered to her : "I just wanted to show you how much I love you, honey. I'll miss you so much," before pulling her closer and planting a gentle kiss on her forehead.
Her expression softened as she smiled warmly back at him. "I'll miss you too, darling, but I'll only be gone for a week".
His fingers caressed her cheek tenderly as she dozed off in his arms.
"I can drop you off at the airport tomorrow morning and then maybe I'll go for a swim," he murmured casually. Her trusting smile burned deeply into his soul.
Linus couldn't sleep that night, tossing and turning with thoughts of the encounter looming ahead. His heart raced as dawn broke and the sun peaked above the horizon. Unable to bear the agony of waiting any longer, he quietly slipped out of bed. His tension level was reaching its peak, and he couldn't think clearly anymore. Would he really risk everything just to satisfy his submissive urges? The answer was as obvious as the erection that threatened to burst through his boxers.
And so he showed up at the pool at precisely ten o'clock sharp after dropping off his wife. Scanning his season ticket and walking through the turnstiles felt like jumping down the rabbit hole. The fluorescent lights overhead cast a cold glow across the concrete floors; the occasional sound of splashing water could be heard coming through the hallways leading toward the main pool. Hurriedly changing in one of the private cubicles, Linus felt his pulse racing and sweat trickling down his back. After a quick pee he sauntered into the pool area, trying to project an air of confidence.
At first glance Daddy was nowhere to be seen. Linus started to feel a little more relaxed, but also a little rejected. If it was Daddy who didn't keep his end of the sinister bargain, he could continue living his average life and maybe keep his submissive urges in check. As Linus dove into the cool waters of the pool, he immediately felt another wave of relief wash over him. The familiar sensation of weightlessness enveloped him, allowing him to forget everything except the rhythmic strokes of his arms and legs. With each powerful kick, Linus found himself becoming more lost in thought, focusing solely on the repetitive motions.
An hour passed by quickly, without any sight of Daddy. Tired from the swim and the conflicting mix of relief and disappointment, Linus stepped out of the pool to find some comfort in a hot shower. Leaving the swimming zone through the shower area, Linus stepped beneath the torrent of warm water, letting it pummel his aching limbs. He let out a contented groan as the hot stream cleansed away the chlorine lingering on his skin. In his state of relaxation, Linus failed to notice the quiet footsteps approaching him from behind.
Without warning, a strong arm wrapped itself around his neck, pulling him tightly against a firm, broad chest. The grip was tight but not meant to strangle or harm him; rather, it served as a statement. "Did you think I'd let you off the hook, boy?" his familiar voice growled in Linus' ear.
"N... No, sir," stammered Linus as he struggled to free himself from Daddy's grasp. It seemed impossible to break free from the iron embrace. "Please let me go, sir," Linus squeaked. His eyes darted around to make sure no one was witnessing his humiliation.
Daddy pressed his hard cock against Linus' lower back, eliciting an involuntary gasp. "Not until you tell me what you need," replied Daddy darkly.
Linus' heart raced in terror and arousal simultaneously. Feeling trapped both physically and mentally, Linus hesitated briefly before responding. "You," he whispered softly, his words barely audible above the sound of the falling water. "I need you, Sir."
Daddy's grip on Linus eased slightly, but he maintained control over the smaller man'. "Good boy," he purred, running his fingers along Linus' chest. With his big, strong hands he cupped and kneaded the younger man's pectoral muscles and with surprisingly nimble fingers he started gently flicking and twisting Linus' nipples."Now, we must find somewhere private to continue our conversation, don't you think?"
Linus nodded weakly, unable to think clearly amidst the adrenaline coursing through his veins but desperate to avoid being caught. He followed Daddy out of the showers, casting nervous glances at anyone who might be watching them leave together.
Dazed by his longing for further interaction, Linus allowed Daddy to lead him deeper into the changing area. Their wet steps echoed quietly through the nearly deserted hallways, making Linus acutely aware of how exposed they were. At length, Daddy stopped abruptly outside an unoccupied changing cubicle. Its dim lighting, combined with the faint humming of the ventilation system, painted a seductive picture of secrecy. Despite the slight trepidation in his gut, Linus followed Daddy inside, shutting the door carefully behind them. The atmosphere thickened with erotic undertones, amplified by the hushed murmur of far away voices and Linus's hurried breaths filling the space.
Standing tall before him, Daddy caressed Linus's cheekbone. "Prove it to me," he demanded of the younger man, "show me you'll do whatever it takes." Linus looked dazed and bewildered, struggling to comprehend the situation. He looked down sheepishly, feeling his erection straining against his wet swimsuit. Not knowing what to do, he kept his eyes on the floor. "Take those off," Daddy said while gesturing at Linus' swimsuit. Swallowing hard, Linus slipped off his soggy swimming briefs, exposing his rock hard dick to Daddy's hungry gaze.
Nervously, Linus held his head low, avoiding direct eye contact with the older man. Shame consumed him as he realized his own erect state in front of Daddy. He felt ashamed for betraying his beautiful wife.
Seeing the vulnerability in Linus' behavior, Daddy grew bolder, lifting Linus' chin with his hand. "Look at me," he commanded with authority. Reluctantly, Linus raised his eyes to meet Daddy's. The intensity of his gaze left Linus reeling, his heart racing wildly. "Your little cock looks very sexy!" Daddy commented approvingly. "The fact it gets so very stiff for Daddy tells me you really want this," he added, "but it's far from enough to become one with your true nature."
Feeling embarrassed and excited by Daddy's crude words, Linus couldn't help but whimper in response. His whole body trembled with anticipation.
Seemingly out of nowhere, Daddy produced a pair of lacy red panties and held them out temptingly in front of Linus. Linus hesitantly accepted the flimsy undergarment, holding it delicately in his hands. It felt luxurious and extravagant compared to anything his wife had ever owned or worn. Taking a deep breath, he knew this was the ultimate proof of his desires.
A little clumsily, Linus slipped his feet into the titillating pair of panties. Slowly, Linus raised the sheer garments to his waist, his face flushing with shame. Hearing Linus' sharp intake of breath, Daddy watched as Linus positioned the lace edging of the panties awkwardly under his hip bones. The tiny panties were the right size, but a very tight fit. The sheer front panel of the lacy panties brushed tantalizingly across the tip of his throbbing cock, causing Linus to flush even more profoundly than before.
Watching Daddy out of the corner of his eyes, Linus could see the predatory gleam in his eyes as he assessed the younger man's newly acquired femininity and submission.
"You look very pretty in those," Daddy complimented, reaching out to take Linus by his waist. Linus blushed deeply, overcome with conflicted emotions -- part pride, part embarrassment. Gently, Daddy pushed him down to sit on the bench, spreading his thighs wide apart. Toes stretched and barely touching the cold tile flooring, Linus felt utterly exposed as he lay slumped backward on the bench, his submissiveness revealed only too plainly by the scrap of crimson silk clutched around his crotch.
Taking a step back and towering over the much smaller man. "It's time to meet your new lover face to face," he declared ominously. Linus shivered involuntarily and shot a quick glance at Daddy's crotch. Placing his hand on his bulging black briefs, Daddy started rubbing and kneading it suggestively. He hooked his hands inside the waistband and teasingly drew it lower, giving Linus a glimpse of the shaven root of his massive prick.
Once more, Daddy began massaging himself, rubbing his palm across his straining cock through the thin material. "Are you ready for it?" he asked rhetorically. Linus could only blink before Daddy continued. "Well, for better or for worse, to love and to cherish," he declared, mockingly paraphrasing to the famous vows.
With deliberate slowness, Daddy slid down the spandex fabric, displaying his fully erected member, rigid and throbbing. Linus gasped involuntarily, mesmerized by the impressive size of Daddy's manhood. Never having seen one up this close before, Linus was awestruck by the enormity of Daddy's penis. It hung heavy and pulsing, almost threatening to burst. "Don't take your eyes off it," warned Daddy sternly.
Linus mouth hung slightly agape, his lips parted just enough to expose the tender flesh of his tongue. Even if he'd wanted to, he couldn't look away from the magnificent cock. He felt hyper aware of the situation and took in every detail of it --from the velvet texture of Daddy's skin, to the subtle smell of chlorine, cum and sweat mixed with masculinity, to the way his heavy testicles bounced with each of Daddy's moves.
Daddy leaned closer, whispering in Linus ear. "Do you remember what I told you earlier? About claiming my ownership over you?" he growled softly, baring his teeth just slightly. Daddy didn't wait for an answer. "You need to come clean with your submissive inner voice. You're not a real man since you feel the need to be another man's slut. The only way to overcome that ridiculous emotional barrier of guilt and shame is by facing your desires head on. Your destiny is releasing the dirty faggot hiding inside" he stated forcefully. His tone carried no hint of compassion, yet something stirred within Linus' core - a mixture of fear and excitement.
"Play with that cute cock of yours. The way I taught you," Daddy ordered. Without hesitation, Linus obeyed. Using just his thumb and two fingers, he gripped his tiny penis tightly, beginning to stroke it slowly and rhythmically. As Linus did this, Daddy stood observing him with a mix of amusement and lust. "That's right," Daddy encouraged, his voice husky with desire. "Stroke yourself until you come, showing me what kind of naughty cumslut you truly are." Every fiber of Linus' being shook with intense pleasure and embarrassment as his small pecker immediately stiffened even more in his grasp. The thought of performing such a degrading act in the company of another man, a real man, sent a wave of kinky ecstasy through his body.
"Don't forget those adorable titties," Daddy added, referring to the slightly muscular pecs Linus had developed after a couple of months swimming. Linus felt his face flush again. He moved his left hand to his mouth to lick his fingers and then towards his nipples. He started circling them lightly, pinching and rolling the tiny buds between his fingers, creating waves of sensation throughout his body.
As his pace increased, Linus found himself growing increasingly lost in the physical world, completely absorbed in the movements. His mind buzzed with images of Daddy's monstrous cock hovering in front him, taunting him with promises of much more to come. The combination of sexual tension and shame threatened to send him spiraling into rapture. Soft, little, almost feminine moans escaped his lips as he continued stroking himself, intensifying the pressure. Each stroke brought with it a surge of satisfaction unlike any other he had experienced. Involuntary gasps accompanied his motions.
Watching Linus lose control, Daddy became more enraptured by this display of humiliating surrender. He tugged gently at the base of his pulsating member a couple of times but refrained from any real wanking for now. As Linus neared climax, his face contorted in a mixture of pain and delight, echoing the turmoil brewing within him. "You will spurt your worthless load in your hand, naughty faggot" Daddy commanded harshly.
Linus felt he couldn't hold back any longer. Overwhelmed by the sense of powerlessness and surrender, he exploded violently, arching his back like a bow. A burst of cum gushed from his quivering glans onto the palm of his left hand and he tried to catch it all by grabbing the tip of his cock tightly. When the shuddering stopped, he closed his eyes tightly trying to block out reality. When he opened his eyes, they were filled with tears of humiliation and self-loathing. It was the all too familiar feeling of crashing down from a jubilant high to land squarely in a swamp of shame. Only now, he wasn't able to quickly slam his laptop to a close and escape it all.
Looking down at his sticky hand, Linus winced. This experience was foreign territory for him, both emotionally and physically. He felt like he was living some kind of twisted dream where all rules were broken and nothing made sense anymore. What he wouldn't give to be able to close his eyes and wake as if this was just a bad dream. Meanwhile, Daddy observed his supremely conflicted state without mercy. This was the first step of many. "Good boy!" he praised sarcastically as if talking to a dog. Linus' face crumpled in a mixture of disgrace and shame.
It was clear to Daddy how far gone Linus already was. He savored these moments, relishing in the power dynamic he'd set up. Knowing full well that he now controlled Linus entirely, Daddy's dominant presence only fueled his ego further. "Now taste yourself," Daddy demanded, gesturing toward Linus' soiled hand. "Eat it, or I'll spank your ass and drag you back in there dressed like this," Daddy hissed while looking at him with steely resolve. Reluctantly, Linus lapped at the puddle of runny cum in his hand. He managed to suppress a gag and got most of it in his mouth. It tasted mostly salty but that might've been because of the tears that streamed unchecked down his cheeks, unable to process the horror of what he had done. The remaining taste and smell of semen on his lips served as confirmation of his complete fall from grace.
Swallowing hard, Linus felt his heart beat faster in his chest. There was no going back now. He knew that submitting to Daddy meant letting go of everything else. Yet somehow, Linus still hadn't expected it would hurt quite this badly. Seeing Linus struggle internally, Daddy decided to offer some reassurance. "Remember," he said softly, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, "these feelings are part of a faggot in denial, so it's normal for you to have them. You just need to get used to embracing them. Think of your mind as an unwanted firewall filtering your most basic feelings. Society has made most people way too prude and conservative. You don't want to anyone to find out, but you crave being my slut, don't you?" Linus nodded, though the salty taste remained lodged in his throat. He felt like he might vomit. Almost retching again, he swallowed hard. Despite his best efforts to hide it, Linus could see the flash of mockery in Daddy's eyes.
Daddy took hold of his mighty member once more and ran his large hands along the length of it. He watched the slumped young man in front of him, who needed nothing more than a pair of panties to look like the ultimate submissive whore. Linus little dick lay flaccidly against his belly, a pearly white drop oozing from its tip. The panties were bunched up beneath his tight wrinkly balls, stretching tight against his taint as his legs were wide open.
Daddy admired Linus' naked body. There was such a distinct fragility about him. Something he had wanted to corrupt since seeing that profile pic right before their very first online encounter. He'd known he would enjoy molding this younger man into the perfect sex slave. One who craved the same pleasures as him, even if it went against his supposed straight and married morals. It would be wonderful to slowly corrupt his mind and his life. The power he would hold over another human being fascinated him beyond belief. And knowing that this innocent man's innermost sexual fantasies mirrored his own -- that was the cherry on top.
For the moment, he knew had to take it slow though. Linus was clearly struggling with what was happening to him, and the last thing Daddy wanted was to push things too fast. That might lead to resistance instead of obedience. Daddy would not skip any steps in the process of corrupting and controlling this young man. Right now, Linus just needed to fully understand and accept his role as his Daddies property.
"You can stay in that position for a while," Daddy instructed. He started to stroke his impressively thick cock, which began to weep pre-cum instantly. Linus stared at it, his blush reaching a boiling point as he started to recover from his meltdown. Daddy was determined to take his time, ensuring every detail was imprinted forever in Linus' mind. He knew this was crucial to breaking Linus completely.
With a subtle smile, Daddy stepped closer, bringing his hips nearer to Linus' face. The scent of his strong masculinity filled Linus' nostrils. His powerful erection was standing tall, casting a shadow on Linus' face. Daddy alternated between stroking his shaft and fondling his heavy testicles, making sure to tease Linus with his proximity. Now and then, he squeezed the clear pre-cum from the slit at the end, allowing the fluid to trickle tantalizingly down the underside of his massive tool and on the cold tiles underneath. As more of it coated the thick cock, the fapping became more audible. Linus was captivated by the sight and sound, transfixed by the raw masculinity radiating off Daddy's body.
The feelings of shame had almost completely subsided in the midst of Daddy's dominant display. Linus felt the sudden rush of adrenaline mixed with a heady dose of testosterone coursing through his veins and became aware of his cock stirring to attention once more. The jerky movements in Linus' loins were the signal Daddy had waited for. Linus' inner sissy was once more taking charge, eager to be exposed. "Fuck yeah, little bitch, that's it. Your clitty is nice and hard again, baby," Daddy whispered proudly in his ear. "You look so hot and bothered, sexy little twat. I'll turn you into my faggotty fuckdoll," Daddy complimented darkly. Linus looked confused, not understanding why someone like him could ever fit that description.
Daddy's voice dropped low and smooth. "Those cute lips of yours will look even better with some glossy shine and your nails should always be manicured and painted but we'll get to that. You'll shave your legs and dress up in the smuttiest lingerie on earth. You'll look so..." Daddy paused for effect, lowering his voice to a husky whisper, "so perfect. So seductively feminine yet so unmistakably male at the same time." Linus listened intently, his breath caught in his throat as the implications of Daddy's words dawned on him. Daddy seemed to enjoy tormenting him with these contradictory descriptions. "When I'm ready, my sweet little slut", Daddy's tone turned dark again, "you'll walk everywhere on those delicate feet of yours wedged in the highest heels."
Linus felt his heart skip a beat. Could he really become the object of desire Daddy wanted him to be? Even more so, could he actually want this?
These questions raced through Linus' brain as Daddy continued wanking himself right before Linus' wide watchful eyes. The way Daddy gripped his achingly hard member in a firm grasp; his broad shoulders flexing with every gentle pull. The way his bicep bulged magnificently as his hand went up and down.
The hypnotizing rhythm of his grunting breaths reverberated throughout the dimly lit cubicle. Every fiber of Linus' body reacted instinctively. His gaze lingered longingly on the monstrous display of power, a mix of fear and attraction dancing across his features. Involuntarily, he shifted slightly closer, drawn inexplicably to Daddy's potency. Daddy saw the movement and smiled, pleased with his progress thus far. Linus was indeed responding beautifully to his control. "I am getting close, baby," purred Daddy with satisfaction. He slowly increased the pace of his tugging motions.
As Daddy neared his peak, Linus couldn't help but panic a little inside. His skin pricked with sweat as he tried not to lose focus on the intense visual stimulation presented before him. "Where is Daddy going to cum?" thought Linus frantically. Almost imperceptibly Daddy bent a little through his knees, his face contorted into a mask of sheer ecstasy, and suddenly, his mighty frame shook violently.
Linus' eyes grew wider as he realized what his Daddy was about to do. He was aiming the head of his glorious cock at the younger mans sweaty crotch. His orgasm hit him like a freight train, leaving him spent and satisfied. Hot liquid splattered onto Linus' waiting cock and panties, soaking them to the core. Daddy moved his massive cock all around Linus' underbelly, glazing it brazenly with his creamy essence.
Linus' face flushed crimson, his breath coming in short gasps as he struggled to comprehend what had happened. Daddy stood above him, proud and victorious, having successfully marked both Linus' body and soul. Behind his eyes blazed a fire of possession and domination as he squeezed the last droplets of semen from his cock, drizzling them onto Linus' right thigh.
The cumload left an irresistible scent lingering in the air, hinting at something forbidden and exciting. "You can stand up now," commanded Daddy. Unsteadily rising to his feet, Linus wobbled slightly as he tried to regain his balance. Carefully, Daddy pulled up the sides of Linus' panties. Taking hold of the waistband, he almost tenderly adjusted the lacy front panel to make sure the cum drenched panties clung snugly to Linus' tiny penis and tight little sac.
"Time to go and get dressed," Daddy announced and he unlocked the cubicle door. He held Linus' swim briefs nonchalantly in his hand, as if daring him to grab it.
"You can't expect me to go out like this!" Linus protested weakly.
Daddy raised an eyebrow in mock astonishment. "Well, you can stay here if you want," and he turned towards the locker area.
"No, please sir, wait..." Linus stammered nervously. "Can't I at least put on my swimming trunks on top? There are families with children here." Linus argued hesitantly.
Daddy turned back towards the defeated younger man. Of course he hadn't expected Linus to walk out almost bare-assed and splattered with cum, considering the nature of the place. But somehow, seeing the insecurity and humiliation on Linus' face only fueled his excitement further. This game they played was a dance of power, where Daddy always came out on top. "I'll tell you what, I'll go and get dressed and if you want I can get your stuff and bring it here?" Daddy suggested magnanimously.
It didn't matter much to him whether Linus got changed in the cubicle or followed him outside. What genuinely thrilled him was witnessing how meek Linus already was. A manly man would never put up with this and demand him to return the swimming trunks or even try to fight him over them. Linus' confident attitude was reduced to nothing more than quivering inferiority.
Reluctantly, he told Daddy where to find his clothes and watched him go off toward the lockers. Meanwhile, he sat back down awkwardly on the bench behind him, so very aware of wet mess clinging to his groin. His fingers trembled slightly as he traced the edge of his panties. Once more, his little cock started to twitch with anticipation. He watched it as it started to move towards his belly button jerkily, like a snail or a big caterpillar. Further upwards, a twitch at a time, defying gravity and pushing against its constraints until the little head poked out from beneath the thin waistband.
Linus was trembling, both from the cold and the adrenaline running through his veins. He wished this ordeal would be over quickly, so he could return home and forget everything. His stomach turned in knots and he took a few deep breaths, trying to steady his nerves. It felt strange having to trust Daddy to fetch his belongings, especially after such a dominant encounter. Linus wasn't used to submitting himself in any capacity let alone in situations involving sex, yet here he was. How quickly things had escalated! All because of a chance meeting online which led to this moment - sitting in women's panties in a cramped changing room with another man's seed marking his most private parts.
The only relief he felt was the fact he hadn't brought any items revealing his identity, No ID, wallet, no phone number, none of that. He'd parked his car several streets away and only brought his car keys to this 'meeting'. As Linus stewed in his predicament, Daddy rapped on the cubicle door, holding Linus' bag of clothes.
Smirking knowingly, he tossed the bag inside the cubicle. "You'll keep on the panties as a sexy souvenir, won't you?" Daddy asked teasingly. Linus knew resistance was futile, so he just nodded sullenly. He started by putting on his t-shirt first since it lay at the top of his bag. Next he looked for his underwear but Daddy gleefully told him: "Don't bother looking for your boxers, baby. I threw them in the trash. And your socks too, those were way too masculine. Going home in your maiden pair of panties and bare feet will be a nice reminder of our special bond, don't you think?" Daddy taunted.
"Yes, sir," Linus replied obediently, feeling defeated. He set about pulling his dark blue jeans up his legs but winced as he passed the section where Daddy's juices had run down his inner thighs.
When Linus had buttoned them up and reached for the zipper, Daddy stopped him once more. "Keep the fly open, sweetheart," he ordered, smiling at Linus. He wanted to see how far out of his comfort zone he could push the innocent young man. Feeling exposed and ashamed, Linus obeyed without question. "That's very naughty of you, isn't it, sexy?" Daddy teased once more, giving him a mischievous look. "Just imagine how excited everyone might get seeing you walking around with an open fly, displaying Daddies gift.."
Linus blushed furiously, struggling to maintain eye contact. Swallowing hard, he managed a faint whisper: "Yes, sir."
He just wanted all of this to be over soon, but as he emerged from the locker rooms with Daddy trailing closely behind, he caught sight of his reflection in one of the full length mirrors mounted high upon the wall. Shivering involuntarily at the sight of his own image, he glanced down, then looked back up at his own reflection. Although he looked ordinary as ever, he had the ominous feeling everyone would be able to see through him, discerning the dark truth hidden beneath his conservative exterior. And if they paid attention to his groin...
As they neared the exit, Linus dreaded facing other swimmers or employees who might've heard something. Or worse, seen something. "They probably think I'm a perverted freak..." thought Linus miserably. His is fear proved unfounded as nobody seemed to pay attention to him as he walked out of the building alongside Daddy.
They navigated over the parking lot, eventually reaching Daddy's sleek black SUV parked nearby. The older man beamed at Linus as he sat in his car. He lowered the window and told Linus kindly in his low voice: "You did well today, sweetie. I'm looking forward to our next date. We will come up with a proper name your submissive persona later. Say hi to your wife from me. Or not," Daddy winked cheekily as he started the car. Linus was too dumbfounded to reply and just stood there as Daddy drove off.
Linus looked around to make sure no one had seen them talking. As soon as the car had disappeared from view, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief. He quickly zipped up his fly and began heading back to his car. The drive home was filled with conflicting emotions -- a mixture of embarrassment, confusion, and self-loathing. Yet despite these turbulent feelings coursing through him, there remained an undeniable sense of curiosity and sexual longing stirring within him. Those feelings dissipated as soon as he entered their small home, closing the door firmly behind him. He saw his wife's blissful look on the wedding portrait in the hallway and he felt like being punched in the gut. Standing there motionless in the silence of his marital home, he couldn't help but recall his encounter with Daddy.
As the memories of Daddy's control haunted him, he realized the depth of depravity he'd fallen into. He had allowed someone he hardly knew to manipulate and exploit him. Mentally and emotionally he felt devastatingly violated. That he hadn't actually engaged in any mutual acts left him feeling still somewhat innocent. Slightly relieved by this small mitigating factor he hurried to the bathroom. He was happy with the comfort of his marriage and his calm and quiet life so why did he feel so drawn to uncontrollable darkness? After taking off his shirt and pants, he glanced down.
Standing there in nothing but the damp women's panties and feeling utterly confused, he couldn't help but notice that something felt different. Daddy was right, he looked sexy wearing them, there was no denying that. They hugged his body tightly, making his cock stand upwards, ready for action. Daddies cum had started to dry on his skin, but the panties were still sticky. Linus felt dirty, but in a strangely arousing way. A sense of pride crept up his spine as he contemplated Daddy's words. In spite of all the humiliation and discomfort, Linus found solace in knowing that such a powerful man lusted after him. Even though he continued to feel repulsed by what transpired earlier, the mere idea of possessing this sort of appeal made him feel a bit better.
Linus looked at his reflection in the mirror again, admiring the figure he cut in these irresistible panties. His male, yet slender frame matched perfectly with the femininity of the garments. The look in his grey-blue eyes betrayed a mix of guilt and desire. For some reason, his reflection made him hornier than ever before. Almost ritually he took off the flimsy briefs and held them close to his nose, savoring the scent of Daddy on them.
Subconsciously he touched his nipples, pinched them lightly causing tiny sensations. This gesture combined with the stickiness of the panties and Daddy's cum served to intensify his growing arousal. Glancing back towards the mirror, Linus couldn't resist playing with his erection. Sliding two fingers along the shaft of his cock, he moaned softly, visualizing Daddy dominating him further. He imagined Daddy forcing him onto his knees, looking like a girly fuckboy, demanding complete submission while mercilessly fucking him.
Despite the intense mental images, reality wouldn't allow Linus to indulge fully.
Or would it? Linus hesitated, maybe for the first time ever truly considering the positive implications of getting involved with Daddy. The promise of excitement, forbidden pleasure and adventure down this path of depravity. Deep down, Linus admitted to himself that part of him craved the thrill of living dangerously. He started rocking his hips rhythmically against his hand, stroking his cock faster and harder, allowing his imagination to carry him away into the arms of Daddy...
