Biker's New Boy

"I told you to spread 'em. You coulda given your ass up like a good boy, but you didn't, so now Daddy's gotta take it." I whimpered but he didn't care. "Stand up, boy, hands on the wall."

"W-what? No.... no please, just let me go, sir! I'm not ready to have sex!"

"Not ready? Ha! You were just dancin' your bitch ass on my dick like a slut in heat! You need it, boy, so Daddy's gonna give it to you. Now get up and put your hands on the wall, I'm not askin' again!"

I knew I stood no chance of fighting him or escaping. The guy was huge, the doorway was blocked, there was nothing to do but stand and brace for it. My body convulsed with terror as I picked myself up and splayed against the wall. My shorts were by my ankles, but he told me to kick them off so I could spread my legs wide. I felt so exposed in this X position, my pink hole on display. The man came up behind me and pawed my plushy butt cheeks. His groping was lust-filled, but surprisingly affectionate.

"You really are pretty," he grunted, leaning his mouth over my neck to nibble my ear.

His facial hair scraped my nape causing me to writhe against him. He took my shirt off and hung it out of his back pocket, then wrapped his strong arms around me. He was still in his shirt and jeans, but I was just in my shoes. I shivered back into his hard body to keep warm as he overpowered me.

"That's it, baby, shake that little ass for me," he commanded.

I complied with undulated hips, grinding along his shaft. He lubed it again then lined it back up to my hole. I let out a fearful groan but he ensured me I'd be okay.

"Daddy's not gonna hurt you, baby boy, I promise. It's gonna feel real good."

I wasn't sure I believed him, but there was nothing I could do to stop him. I spread my legs even wider and reached back to pull apart my cheeks. All of this preparation paid off, because his thick cock slid easily to the halfway point. He sawed this portion in and out, and soon I was back to bucking my ass on him, hoping he'd go deeper. He did, and we worked in tandem to get me all the way to the hilt. I started panting and gasping when he grinded, and gripped his hairy arms till my knuckles were white.

"You're okay, sweetie, Daddy's got you," he cooed.

His biceps were hooked under my armpits, holding me up like a sack while I slid down his cock.

"Oh! Ooooo...!" I squeaked when his pubes brushed my cheeks. He was all the way in; Daddy was home.

"Mmmmm..... such a tight boypussy," he grunted.

My face went red, and I thought again about the frat bro's words, that I'd "make a great wife." Though ashamed of my ass being referred to as female genitalia, it weirdly made me horny... It also helped that his fat rod was stretching it perfectly, kneading my prostate, coaxing precum out of my dick.

"You like when Daddy fills your little hole, honey?"

"Yes, Daddy..." I admitted bashfully.

The word 'Daddy' flowed out so naturally, like I was supposed to say it. He pulled his dick out all the way then glided it back in.

"Oooo!!" I shuddered. A unique pleasure I'd never experienced rolled through my body.

"Yeah, you like that dick, huh? You like being Daddy's little boy?"

"Oooo! Oh! Yes, Daddy! OH!!"

Heat radiated from my internal walls, flowing outwards until even my phalanges tingled. I loved this feeling, I wanted to take his dick every day!

"Mmmmm.... I like you being my little boy, too. I think I might just keep you."

"Oooh! Daddy!! Please!!!" I cried out when he thrusted with even more power.

"Yeah, boy," he huffed, "I'm gonna keep this sweet little ass. Gonna make it mine. Fuck it when I wanna."

He started picking up the pace, grunting as he explained my new position as his butt boy, his cocksucker.

"Yeah, baby, gonna bring you home with me and collar you up. Leash your boy ass to my bed. Fill you with my seed day and night; only let you out when you need to make us food. Gonna make you Daddy's little bitch boy..."

"Oh! Yes Daddy, YES!! I want to be your boy! I'm your boy!"

I was wailing impassioned professions, unafraid of anyone hearing. No one else had entered, but even if they did I don't think I'd have cared. All I wanted was to be fucked by this man, owned by this man. I wanted to be his boy.

"Come 'ere," he huffed before turning my face to the side and devouring my mouth.

I'd never kissed a guy before, but it felt so right. I hated kissing girls, something I did to keep up appearances. I wasn't good at taking the lead, and our lips never seemed to match up well. But with this man, Daddy, it was perfect. I loved how his beard rubbed my smooth face, and how his talented tongue twisted betwixt my tonsils. He was owning my mouth, showing me exactly whose boy I was.

"You gonna cream on Daddy's cock, baby?"

He'd changed positions and was now crouched over me, holding me up with one arm. His other hand had been playing with my cock, jerking it to the rhythm of his rut.

"Oh! Yes! Yes!" I squeaked with each thrust, unable to control myself.

His hand was coated in lube and felt silky smooth stroking my smaller dick. He cupped my whole package, his huge paw completely encasing it. I experienced insane stimulation as my tip, shaft, and even balls were manipulated simultaneously.

"Oh fuck! Oh FUCK!!!" I cried.

"Come on, baby, squirt yer little dick. Let Daddy fuck the boy juice out of ya," he coached.

"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!!" I shouted, appendages flailing, held up by just my Daddy.

I was still shocked that a man was about to fuck the cum out of me. It was humiliating, but also strangely validating to know that I liked taking it up the ass. His cock in my butt was the missing puzzle piece I'd been aching for.

"Daddy's got ya, let it out, baby."

"Ooooo!! FUUUCCCCKKKKXBXHAUAO!!!!!"

To say that the orgasm Daddy gave me was the most life-altering I'd experienced would be an understatement. I can't fully explain how hard he made me cum, because I think I partially blacked out. As my body seized, Daddy held me still, never taking his stump out of my chute. I squeezed him with my internal muscles as my jizz shot out on the grimy tiles, adding to the sperm graveyard that coated the bathroom.

"That's it, baby, Daddy's got ya... Daddy's got ya..."

He kissed my hair and tweaked my nipples as we crouched. I could feel his cock wilting slowly inside me, so I knew that he shot his load, too. When he pulled his dick from my bum, and I felt his hot cum drip from my abused hole, I couldn't help but start crying. Even though the sex was amazing, I felt used, and was still deeply conflicted about my sexuality.

"Awww, sweetie, you're okay," he ensured, turning me around and embracing me in a warm hug.

I lay my head on his chest and wet his shirt, he stroked my back affectionately. He tilted my teary face up to him, then kissed me deeply, fondling my juicy bum and tracing his fingers around my tender hole. I shivered closer.

"You're not too upset with me, are you, baby? I sure hope not... cause I wanna fuck you every damn day!"

I gasped at him and stared wide-eyed. Did I want that, too? He clutched my hole possessively and continued.

"Aww, don't be like that, boy. You sure looked like you were enjoying yourself a minute ago. You even squirted all over the wall!" he finished with a tickle.

I smiled sheepishly and he wiped a tear.

"I'm okay.... Just a little overwhelmed, but okay," I admitted.

Sure, he basically took my virginity without asking, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it....

"Good, because this ain't gonna be the last time you spread your legs for me. Like I said, you're my boy now."

He pulled me in tighter and I gazed up at him.

"W-what's that mean...?" I inquired.

"Means yer gettin' on my hog and I'm takin' you home with me. You're sleepin' in my bed tonight, boy, and in the mornin' yer makin' my bacon. Cum drippin' out yer hole."

I shuddered at the thought; he was going to turn me into his boy wife! My cock grew.

"What about my car, Daddy?"

"We'll pick that up tomorrow and Daddy'll drive ya back to school. Don't you worry your pretty little head."

I thought about the situation: he still had my shirt, my shorts were out of reach. He could keep me in the bathroom all night if he wanted, and even leave me here naked. As he held me tighter, I played back the event, and even though it didn't go exactly how I wanted, I still enjoyed it. I loved how dominant he was, and that he took me over completely. I loved that he didn't give me a choice about being his boy, that I just was. It made me feel desired, and my heart fluttered with excitement. I leaned up and kissed him, then said:

"Okay, Daddy, let's go home."

I reached down to put on my briefs, but when I went for my shorts they weren't there.

"Daddy's boy wears what Daddy lets him," he teased. "And Daddy's boy wears his underwear properly."

He pulled the elastic briefs up my butt until they rested snug in my crack; it was now essentially a thong. I blushed with shame at my pseudo-panties while Daddy gave me his leather jacket. It was too big on my smaller frame, but at least it covered my ass. I tried to zip it but he wouldn't let me, then held my hand and walked us out of the stall.

He whistled the same tune as he led us to the sink to rinse our hands and genitals. Once clean, he faced us in front of the mirror and stood behind me, kissing my neck. We looked just like my pornos: me, a slim hairless boy; him, a strong hirsute man. I saw my cock growing in the thong, and felt his poking through his jeans. While he was kissing my neck, feeling me up, the door flew open and raucous laughter filled the bathroom.

"Wonder if anyone's gonna be at the hole ton-"

One of the three men who'd walked in cut himself off when he laid eyes on me and Daddy in the mirror. I stared at him nervously for a second, then turned to hide myself in Daddy's chest.

"Well, damn!" another chuckled, "I guess someone's already claimed the cocksucker!"

"Sure have!" Daddy replied confidently, turning us to face them, placing my back on his chest.

They busted out laughing when he pulled away the sides of the jacket to reveal my makeshift thong and hairless body. I tried to cover myself, but he grabbed my wrists with one hand and held them behind my back. I struggled for a second, but then he started nuzzling me, grinding his junk into my butt. I could only melt back into him as he marked hickies on his new territory.

"Lucky motherfucker!" the third guy hooted. "Wish I'da claimed 'em. He's a cute little bitch!"

"Bet that twink's ass is tight as hell, too!" the first popped in.

"Oh, it's tight," Daddy confirmed, slipping a finger into my hole. "Not so much anymore, though. Just broke his boypussy in a minute ago."

"Mmmm, boypussy..." the second guy grunted, his cock visibly twitching in his pants at the word.

"So he was virgin?" the third asked.

"As the day he was born," Daddy beamed, spanking one hand on my cheek, making me yelp.

"Looks like he wants it again," one of them stated hungrily, hearing my whimpers and spying my hard dick.

"That right, boy? You want it again?"

He didn't give me time to answer, and instead slipped my thong down to my ankles while he unzipped himself. I stood paralyzed, my cock fully erect as he wrapped an arm around my chest, pulling me back into him. With his other hand, he pried my cheek and slipped his lubed tip up and down my loose hole. He poked it in and out, making my dick lurch higher with each penetration.

"You want Daddy back inside you?" he teased.

"Yes, Daddy...." I nodded, no longer caring.

I figured I'd never see the three cross-armed bikers again, and it actually turned me on a bit, the thought of them watching me get railed. They'd see that I was Daddy's boy, and hopefully he'd protect me, keeping me all to himself. My cock was leaking copiously as he eased himself deeper and I pushed back. I was desperate for it at this point, so I slammed myself all the way to his balls with a squeal, and the men watched in awe.

"Damn, I thought you said you just took his cherry!" one exclaimed.

"Heh, yup. Little guy loves it. Knows Daddy'll get him off better than he ever could himself. My boy was born to take my dick," he explained.

"Oh! Oh Daddy!" I panted at his vigorous fuck.

He wasn't wasting time, and probably couldn't have lasted long if he tried. Before I knew it, his hand was stroking my rod and I gasped for air as my ass shook wildly behind, trying to savor every inch of him. I humped one last time and screamed as he carved another back-breaking orgasm out of me. His hand was covered in my cum, which he made me lick off him. He pulled me up and resettled my thong so I wouldn't drip, then I leaned my whole body back into him, a satisfied smile on my face.

"That's a good boy," he murmured with a kiss.

I looked up at the three men and saw them masturbating with slack jaws. I gave them a little dance, undulating my hips and waist, accentuating the lines on my toned abdomen. Daddy chuckled at my flirtatious gyrations, but let me continue until the wolves howled.

"We'll be seein' ya," Daddy said with a curt wave as he walked us out, my body tucked tightly under his armpit.

"Thanks for the show!" they exclaimed, then we left.

We walked past my car on the way to his bike, but I didn't even think about making a run for it. I felt like I got lucky with the guy I'd found, that he filled the exact fantasy I craved, and I didn't want to give him up yet. Even though I'd just been fucked twice, I was already thinking about being filled again....

"Here's your helmet, babe, now get on the back."

I hopped up and my bare ass was chilled by the cool leather. Once I was holding his waist, I slid my hips back and forth to get comfortable, and sort of enjoyed feeling like this biker's bitch. He revved the engine then squeezed my hand before pulling out of the parking lot.

"You wanna stop for some dinner before we get back, baby boy?" he asked after about 15 minutes on the road.

"Ummm... I'm naked..." I reminded him.

"Ha, right, sorry bout that! Okay, pizza it is then. I'll order when we get back, and even let you answer the door in your little outfit! Maybe you can give the delivery boy one of your slutty dances... How's that sound?"

Blood flooded my cock as I considered the scenario, and many others that would surely follow. I squeezed his taut torso and giggled back, "pizza it is!"