It had been a week since Emma had left for her trip to Hawaii and another week before she would be back. After nights of debauchery and submission to Hassan, Christ had finally learned his role as a fuck toy to Daddy. His days would often start with waking up in the morning next to his daddy, his hair disheveled and a total mess, his body reeking of sweat and cum, while his hole is filled with Hassan's cum while feeling a mix of numbness, pain, and pleasure. The 21-year-old boy would then sneak out of Hassan's room get dressed in his white lingerie and prepare Hassan's breakfast in the kitchen. He had become a full-service sub to Hassan. If there is one thing Chris learned it is that a good submissive always anticipates what the dom needs and wants and makes sure it happens even before the Dom says a thing.
This morning, Christ made Hassan's favorite for his daddy: a Shakshuka with 5 eggs, slices of toasted sourdough bread, crispy turkey bacon, and some fried mushroom, garnished with a side salad with a Thai dressing. Chris plated Hassan's breakfast and brought it to the dining room. A heavy thud of footsteps descending the stairs made Chris freeze.
Hassan entered the room, his broad, shirtless, muscular frame dominated the space. His olive skin glistened faintly in the morning light, and his sharp green eyes swept over the table before landing on Chris.
“Good boy, you’re learning. None of those disgusting western factory-made crap like the cereal you fed me yesterday.” Hassan said gruffly, his voice tinged with approval. He moved to the table and pulled out a chair, sitting with a casual authority that made Chris feel smaller by comparison. "Good morning, Daddy," Christ greeted as the latter seated on his chair, legs apart with his 10-inch morning wood standing high as the Eiffel Tower. His thick rod and his heavy grapefruit size balls were beckoning the submissive slut in front of it to take him. And like a trained little obedient bitch, Chris knelt on the carpet floor and crawled between Hassan’s legs, and began licking the huge rod.
Hassan groaned in satisfaction while enjoying his food, as the bitch in front of his crotch lapped at his penis. “Hmmm, that feels good."Chris sucked on Hassan’s huge monster while his hands roamed from Hassan’s pecs to his abs and back, feeling the ripple of Hassan's muscle each time it flexed as Hassan enjoyed his meal. Hassan was not satisfied with the slow progress. “Make me harder, boy.” Chris began bobbing his head on Hassan's cock while playing with the man's big balls with his hand. The cock was huge and hit the back of Chris's mouth in the process, his tongue was twisting in his mouth around it like he was licking the biggest ice pop of his life. Soon the cock was fully erected with a full thick and veiny rod sticking up and throbbing.
"Alright, time for Daddy to give you your milk," Hassan smirked at Christ as the 21-year-old boy in front of his cock kept licking the giant member. Christ's hand moved from Hassan's abs down to his hard little 4-inch boy clit. Slowly, his hand began to fondle his boy's clit. Then suddenly without any warning, Hassan pushed Chris's head into his groin. Chris was about to struggle and push away Hassan's hand. But before he can do anything. Christ can feel the cock throbbing as it prepared for the big load it is going to expulse. Hassan roared and groaned with his climax as his huge 10-inch monster exploded with thick cum. For Christ, the sensation was indescribable, his mouth and throat were suddenly being flooded with Daddy's thick white liquid. There was nothing sweet about it; instead, its musk and salty flavor reminded Chris of the animal he was submitting himself to.
Finally, the throbs subsided, but Christ is still locked into position, struggling for breath, his mouth filled with cum and throat bulged with cum. Christ felt full of his Daddy's thick milk. After what felt like hours but was only seconds. Hassan, finally loosened his grip on Christ's head allowing him to slowly come up from Hassan’s monster cock to gasp for air.
"Thank you, daddy." With a glazed look of adoration in Christ's eyes.
"Good boy." Hassan chuckled as he gave Christ a slight slap on his cheek.
"Now clean up the table, while daddy is going to do some workout in the basement." Hassan rose from the table and patted his chest like an alpha gorilla. The mighty stallion in front of Chris looked like an ancient Persian warrior.
"Oh yes, make sure to remind me at noon of an important online meeting at 1 pm." Hassan then left as his submissive looked upon his Daddy. "Yes, Daddy," Christ whispered to himself as his Daddy's huge frame disappeared.
Chris then got back up. Chris hurried to clean up the table and put it into the sink and dishwasher before cleaning the table. Around 12 pm, Christ prepared Hassan's favorite protein shake and grabbed a towel from the closet.
Christ entered the basement which had been renovated to become a home gym with an array of gym equipment, weights, and a power cage. Christ spotted Hassan. He had his back towards Chris and he was doing his bench press. Sweat dripped from Hassan’s toned olive chest and his rippled body. Hassan pressed his bench with such speed and precision. It was evident that his muscles weren’t just for looks. Hassan’s grunts reverberated across the gym room, and with his last grunt, Hassan lifted and returned the bench press barbell back in place. Then, Christ walked to him, “Hi, Daddy. Here is your protein shake and towel. Also, you had told me to remind you of a meeting at 1 pm.”
Hassan wiped the sweat from his brow accepted both of them from the submissive, and inhaled his protein drink, "Thank you, my sweet boy." He patted and ruffled his submissive's hair in satisfaction and then took the towel and used it to wipe sweat off his body and face. Hassan picked up his phone to turn it on to check the time, 12:25 pm.
“Right, Daddy will now take a shower and change for the meeting. Meet me in my room, prepare a suitable dress shirt for me and go under my table. Understand?" Hassan commanded.
“Yes, Daddy!” Chris gave a nod of submission before rushing towards the master bedroom upstairs.
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Christ walked towards the master bedroom and to Hassan's side of the walk-in closet to look for Hassan's favorite white suit shirt as well as the black trousers. A classic combination, Christ thought to himself as he carefully lay them down on the bed. Then, Christ got down on the floor under his Daddy's office table. Soon after Hassan entered the master bedroom from the shower room. Hassan was naked with beads of water sliding from his abs down to his pubes. Chris gulped, despite his body's pain, seeing Hassan's body like this always made his little boy clit rock hard again. Hassan dried himself and dressed himself in front of his submissive, before buttoning down his white shirt and ignoring the black trousers.
"Wouldn't be needing this." Hassan smiled as he put back the trousers into the closet.
"Now my good boy, you will be staying underneath the table during my Zoom call. While I am talking to my colleague, you are expected to keep my cock warm and suck me whenever I want it, do you understand?" Hassan said with an authoritative tone as he sat down on the chair and opened his leg wide.
"Yes, Daddy!" Christ was eager, and like a good boy, Christ slowly leaned into Hassan's 7-inch flaccid monster, opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and swallowed the tip of Daddy’s member and its heavy musk. The taste is intoxicating. It made him want more and the taste reminded him of Hassan. Soon Hassan started the meeting. It was a meeting about a music festival where Hassan will work as a Security Officer, aka bouncer. The meeting is to brief the security team on the event layout, the security plan, crowd management plans, performer and their schedule on stage, and other boring basic stuff. It was a boring job, but it is a job, so Hassan was determined to keep himself awake during the meeting by having his boy suck on him.
"Be ready my slut. " Hassan whispered down as the speaker introduced herself as Lindsay the event manager.
“Good morning, everyone. Saturday’s event will feature a music festival, with about 2,000 attendees. Expect a young, energetic crowd. Remember, we need everything tight and secure. Mark, can you outline the security plan?” The host had started the meeting.
As Christ continued to suck on Hassan's cock, a male voice replied: “Sure Lindsay. We’ll set up two main entry points with bag checks and metal detectors. The stage area will have barriers to manage crowd surges, and the VIP lounge will be isolated. Hassan, your team will need to focus on keeping things controlled, especially as the younger crowds are known to be more rowdy and brattish as the night progresses.”
“Understood. It’s going to be rowdy with a large crowd of brats, isn’t it? Brattish young adults who don’t know when to stop—sounds like I am the expert here. I know how to give those brats a firm hand and keep them in check.” Hassan’s words were accompanied by a chuckle as his hands pushed deeper down into Christ's mouth with a smirk on his face. Chris can't stop thinking about it. How does his daddy's mind come up with this double-meaning line? "A rowdy crowd, a bunch of brats to put in line..." Chris blushed and continued sucking. The taste was so addicting to him. His daddy tasted so strong, his pre cum already started dripping on his tongue and into his mouth. The salty musk, made Christ crave more.
“Exactly. You’ll have your work cut out for you, Hassan. The stage area tends to get... intense when the crowd starts pushing.” Lindsay smirked. “Nothing new for me. When things get out of hand, it’s about showing them who’s in charge. Discipline works wonders, trust me.” Hassan crossed his arms and grinned with confidence. "Besides the real brats I had at home. I love nothing but to make sure that they know they can’t get away with it. One word and one look, and those little fuckers will fall right into place on their knees." Hassan chuckled to himself as his eyes met with his toy sucking on his cock. “You can't help yourself can you, my little brattish toy," Hassan whispered to Chris after he muted himself.
“Well, we trust your experience. Moving on, for the VIP lounge, we’ll have one guard at the door and one circulating. Mark, do you think that’s enough?” Lindsay laughed uncomfortably.
“It depends. Some of these VIP types attract a lot of attention. It can get... heated in there.” Mark replied nervously.
“No worries. I’ll make sure they behave. There is nothing big Hassan couldn't handle. Sometimes all it takes is a little presence to keep people in line.” Hassan reassured them.
“Good to hear. Now about the exits—one of the emergency doors tends to stick. Hassan, do you think you could spare one of your men to handle it?” Lindsay asked.
“Yeah, I’ll assign Daniel, an old buddy of mine. If it sticks, they’ll know how to give it the right kind of push.” Hassan nods.
“That’s exactly what we need. Now, for crowd surges at the stage, Hassan, you’ll have to keep things tight there. The barriers can only do so much.” Lindsay continued.
“Keeping things tight is my specialty. I’ll make sure they don’t get too close to crossing the line. If anyone tries to test it, we’ll push back—firmly.” Hassan replied confidently, as he pushed Chris deep to his groin, ignoring Chris's cry for air. Christ is now in heaven as he choked on Hassan's monster of a cock, tears running down from his eyes while his nose inhaled deeply the intoxicating smell. Chris's hair was grabbed firmly in a clutch. All of it was done in secret. Underneath the table where Hassan is working and speaking to people on his Zoom meeting.
“That’s the right approach. With a crowd like this, you have to make them respect the boundaries.” Mark continued.
“Oh, they’ll learn respect by the end of the night. It’s all about setting the tone early. If you let them run wild, it’s chaos. But if they know there’s someone watching, they behave.” Hassan chuckled softly.
“Perfect. Thanks, everyone. Sam, we’ll rely on you to handle the rough spots.” Lindsay said.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of the troublemakers. By the end of the night, they’ll know who’s in charge.” Hassan glanced down before replying.
“Glad to hear it. Now let's move on to performer security management, which is handled by... Zoey, you have the floor.” Lindsay continued. Zoey, another female colleague of Hassan then started explaining about each artist, each artist manager's requirements each artist's schedule on their stage, and so on. The meeting went on for another 45 minutes, just boring details that Christ could not be bothered to remember or listen to. The only important thing to him right now is to worship Daddy’s monster cock. And after the long 45 minutes of his tongue and jaw struggling to keep the cock satisfied and wet with his spit. His effort did bear fruits, the fruit of labor. Chris felt his Daddy’s cum rushing through the thick veins of his daddy's monster to burst out into his mouth, coating it again with the same delicious musky salty fluid he craves. Even as Christ felt a sense of relief, it only made his body thirst for more of it. In the midst of all the meetings and conversations that went on around them, none of the participants had any clue what was truly happening under Hassan's table.
“Great. Well everyone that's a wrap for this. We will follow up tomorrow morning to update everyone with the final logistics and plan for everyone. Thanks, everyone for your participation, bye!” The call was over as fast as the last throb of Daddy’s cock and his cum subsided. Hassan then took his cock out of his toy’s mouth, got out of the chair, bent down to take his toy and place his limp boy on his lap, and sat on his chair again. “Well done, slut,” Hassan whispered into Chris's ears. As his Daddy's big arms hugged him close and tight against his big, hard pecs.
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