“Bullshit, Farkis. You’re full of it.”
Drinks with coworkers rarely ever get heated. Sure, we might get passionate—raise our voices, call each others’ bluffs—but I was at my wits end. As the four of us sat around the table, Farkis told us yet another exciting (impossible) tale of his latest conquest. A tale that none of us asked for.
See, it was supposed to just be me, Johnny, and Dave like always. But Dave knew Farkis was having a hard time fitting in at work, so he invited him out with us. His stories seemed to put everyone off. It felt like he was trying to prove something to us. It didn’t make sense. He was tall, built, and had good enough features for a guy. He could be charming sometimes, but when he’d start telling his stories, it was a major mood killer.
“What’s your deal, Ben? You don’t believe me,” Farkis asked me. He was smug. And I was looking for a fight.
“You’re gonna look us all in the eye and tell us you hypnotized a few twenty-somethings into being your sluts for the weekend? It’s bullshit and I’m tired of hearing it. You’re a fucking liar, and we all know it.” Johnny tried to calm me down. Telling me to chill and have another drink. But I couldn’t just sit there with Farkis’ cocky smirk across from me. I downed my drink and headed for the bathroom.
Outbursts like that aren’t my thing. But something about this asshole got under my skin. Once I got to the men’s, I stared at myself in the mirror trying to talk some sense into myself. I didn’t look half-bad myself. The gym was my second home. I’m 6’4”, I had a good job, a bangin’ hot girlfriend. I had so many things to be grateful for. There was no reason to let that shitfuck get in my head. But he did. I bent down to splash some water on my face and walked back out to my friends. And Farkis.
When I sat back down, I apologized for my harsh words. Luckily, Farkis and I could agree that it was water under the bridge. He even agreed to buy us the next few rounds. He still annoyed the fuck out of me, but the beers at least made it better. I had a few too many, and as a show of goodwill, Farkis offered to drive me home.
The drive started in silence, until Farkis broke it: “You know, hypnosis is real. A buddy of mine taught me how to do it in college. I’m not a liar.” I couldn’t hide my exhaustion. “Okay, okay…you don’t believe me. I’ll leave it alone.” We drove in a bit more silence before he offered to let me sleep a little before we got to my place. “It’s cool, man. Just let your mind go blank and focus on the sound of the road.”
That did the trick. My eyes started feeling heavy, and the thought of a bit of sleep sounded appealing. He kept talking, but it didn’t bother me. His voice was deep and calming. I sank into my seat and drifted off—the bumps in the road soothing me into a deep sleep.
I woke up in someone else’s bed. Naked. Alone, luckily. With a raging headache, I looked around the room for signs of where I could be or at least where my clothes were. But I didn’t have to look hard—the room was immaculate. No clothes in sight. I came downstairs to the smell of coffee and found Farkis making a batch in the kitchen.
“Hey, thanks for the ride last night, but I thought you were taking me home. And where are my clothes,” I asked.
“They’re in the laundry. Sit.” And I did. He handed me a cup of coffee, while I waited for my answers. “I didn’t appreciate how you spoke to me last night. I thought that I’d made new friends, and you really cut me down.”
“Look man, I didn’t mea-“
“Quiet.” And I was. I didn’t know why I deferred to him so quickly, though I chalked it up to being in his home. “I didn’t appreciate you calling me a liar. So I decided to show you that I’m not.” He stood behind my chair. “Stand up, Ben.” I stood quickly. As I looked around, I couldn’t believe could afford a a home like this on the salary we make.
Farkis grabbed my shoulders softly. “Did you know that I’m bisexual? I don’t tell a lot of people, but I know I can trust you. You won’t tell anyone anything. You’re mine now.” He began to rub my shoulders as the horror sunk in. “Soon, you’ll be my personal, live-in slut. And you’re gonna love it.” Farkis left me standing in the kitchen to sit in the living room. “Now come to me.” I started to walk to him before he interrupted, “the way daddy likes.”
“What the fuck,” I thought. “Who does this asshole think he’s talking to? Why am I kneeling? No no no, I’m not crawling to this fucker. Please make it stop. Please please please…” But no words left my lips. Instead I crawled between his legs and looked up at him.
He stuck his thumb in my mouth before telling me to suck. As my mind screamed for help, my mouth sucked greedily. “Don’t worry,” he said. “You’ll enjoy this. You’ll wake up wanting to please me. Now take out my cock.” This was my own personal hell—submitting to Farkis with no escape. I unzipped his pants a took out his member. It was weighty. It had heft and must have been 8 or 9 inches. Just as I took it out, a drop of precum formed on his slit.
“Kiss it.” And I did. As I pulled away, the drop grew into a strand that dripped down my chin. “You look so cute like that baby. Now suck.” I took him in my mouth. I was sucking cock. I was a cocksucker. I was his cocksucker, And that dreadful thought rang in my ears as I bobbed my head up and down his shaft. I found myself licking the underside of the tip, adding spot to make it smooth, covering my teeth—all the things I wanted from the girls I took home. From my current girlfriend. I felt his cock throb in my mouth and I wanted to gag. But I kept going.
“Ahhh that’s some fine head. You’ll get better with time. You’ll get a lot of practice here. First things first, you’re going to need to break the lease on your apartment. You’ll live here from now on. We can sell your things too.” I tried to scream, but it came out as a moan. “You like that idea, don’t you? Good boy.” He patted my head before taking his cock out and slapping my tongue with it. “You’ll breakup with your girlfriend. No need for her to wonder where you are.” I swallowed another spurt of precum as he told me of my new life.
He forced my head down for a moment—forcing me to choke. “Come on, baby, you can do it. Just a little longer.” Tears streamed down my face moments before he released me. “You can stop.” Gasping for air, I sat on the floor in front of him. I was still forced into silence, but I knew my face was screaming at him.
“Awww, it’s not all bad. Sit on daddy’s cock while I tell you the good news.” I straddled dadd-(shit now I’m saying it on my own)-Farkis’ waist as he teased my asshole with the tip of his dick. “When I kiss you, your programming will be complete. The old you will still be in the recesses of your mind, but you will look, feel, and act like a total cumslut just for me.” He slips the tip of his cock past the ring of my hole. The pain is excruciating. “And you’ll get to keep your friends! And soon, we’ll invite them in our little games. How does that sound, baby?” Before I could answer, he slid more of his cock into me. My breath hitched before a soft moan escaped my lips. “Are you ready for your new life, Ben? Kiss me.”
I tried to resist, I really did. But as his cock finally slid all the way in and hit my prostate, my body relented. I grabbed the sides of Farkis’ face and pressed my lips to his. In that moment, all of my fears and efforts melted away. He was my daddy. And I needed his cock.
He pulled away from me. “You may speak now. How do you feel?”
“So good, daddy. You’re making me feel so good.”
“That’s right. I own your hole, don’t I?”
“Yes, sir. It’s yours.”
“Mmmmm. Do you want me to stop?”
“Noooooo, please don’t. Fuck meeeee,” I whined. His cock was bringing me to heaven and I was immediately addicted to it. To him. I kissed him again without command. A small voice in the back of my head told me to feel ashamed of riding his dick like I needed it. But it was drowned out by the euphoria daddy was bringing me.
“Daddy’s about to cum, baby. Where do you want it?” It was cruel of him to ask my preference in hindsight.
“In my ass! Please cum in me.”
“Are you sure? I can pull out.”
“No! Put it in me.” And he did. His cock swelled in my ass before he painted my insides. He thrusted deep into my ass as he came buckets of his warm load in me. I wanted to feel used, disgusted…but I just felt grateful. I moaned as he pulled his cock out.
“Lay with me.” As I put my back against his chest, he reached down to touch with my used hole. I could feel him spilling out of me. He kept playing with my hole and he kissed my neck. I couldn’t imagine how I looked—like a fucked out slut covered in sweat and jizz. “Do you believe me now, Ben?”
