Peter Goes Gay Sub for Daddy Ch. 01

Despite the lack of interest from women, I never once considered the alternative. I was never as aroused with Marsha, as when Noah fingered my ass, closer when watching her cuckold me. Coming with her had been more superficial; at the sauna, I felt it go all through me. I kept going round and round in my mind, am I gay? Finally, I pushed the question aside and tried to stay in the moment. I had to experience Noah's cock in my ass, and if that made me a "faggot," well so be it; I was so turned on and burning hot again; I no longer cared what it made me.

He was kissing me and pawing at my ass cheeks. My little penis was hard again, and, like before, I began to feel like all that mattered was getting off. He fondled my tiny dick (a minnow to his great white shark) but not like before, he wanted my focus on his enormous erection, which felt even bigger than in the sauna.

I got on all-fours on top of him and tried again to swallow his big beautiful cock. He was uncircumcised, which titillated me; the thick membrane formed a ring around his cockhead, from which it emerged as it hardened. I licked around it; timidly first, but then lapping at it, like an ice cream cone. I swallowed the head down. In this position, I was gratified to find, I could get more of it in me; I was ecstatic about giving him more of my mouth.

It was so peculiar; I was astonishingly turned on, but my arousal focused on giving in to him and giving him pleasure. He was not sucking my little dicklet too busy pushing his muscular tongue into my hole; the feeling set my legs aquiver. The further in he went, the more of his cock I wanted to swallow. I was shamelessly moaning now, pushing my ass down toward him and gagging hard on his huge dick.

Shameless! That's how I felt. All my life I had felt ashamed of tiny penis, underdeveloped frame, my smooth nearly hairless body. But now, I was proud to be giving this gorgeous alpha male pleasure with my body. Thoughts of whether I was gay now distant.

He ringed a thumb and index finger around the base of my balls and peenie and used them as a handle while tongue-fucking my ass. A finger soon joined his tongue back there and before I knew it, even more, and I was losing my breath gasping with his fat cock down my throat. With much regret, I pulled it out of my mouth to beg him to please fuck me with it. I couldn't wait anymore. I was ready, though reluctant to let the cock out of my mouth.

"Oh, fuck, fuck! I want you to take me now! Please, pleeease!" I shouted.

"Oooh, tch, aww, baby! Your hole is going to love my big cock eventually, but trust me, I need to open you up much more before you're ready." I was impatient; I wanted it, now. I pouted petulantly.

He guided me off him, but had me stay on all-fours and moved me to the edge of the bed, then pushed down on my shoulders until my head was on a pillow and my ass up in the air. He pushed on my midback to make me arch, got some lube from the night stand, and had me reach back and open my cheeks wide for him. I felt so wonderfully vulnerable to him. This was the first time I had that feeling (which I would come to know so well and so fondly) of being helpless, so exposed to the whims of a dominant.

My whole life, I felt intimidated around real men like Noah. I felt at risk for humiliation, and injury. But laying there deliberately opening myself up to be taken by this giant, those fears turned to lust and desire. All those times I had felt scared, small, insignificant, and fragile. Now, naked, opened up, vulnerable, I anticipated the pain, but didn't fear it. I wanted it! I would beg for it. He could do as he wanted with me; hurt me as he warned it would, but giving him that—yielding him pleasure from my pain—felt spectacular.

"You know... this is going to hurt. This lube will numb your little hole, so it hurts a little less, but it will still hurt a lot."

I nodded my head, wanting him to proceed quickly. I can't explain how thirsty I was for his cock in my ass. I couldn't have predicted feeling this, even an hour before, and yet, I was so desperate for it. It occurred to me this would be the point of no return, in a moment what claims to heterosexual masculinity I had would be shattered. But I thought that line crossed from wanting it so badly. I checked my mind for resistance; but my only thought was: "I hope the numbing agent still lets me feel his cock as it pops my cherry."

He kept reminding me it would hurt, which frightened, and thrilled me. I figured the greater the pain, the more intense the pleasure on the other side. He massaged the lube in and more and more fingers. He grazed my tiny testicle and fondled my hard little peenie, as he popped four fingers into me. I felt so open, so full, I pushed back. I had to be ready for his cock. I didn't care what he said or how much it would hurt; I hungrily anticipated the pain.

"Pleeease, please fuck me, Noah; I want you to hurt me with that big fuckin' cock, please! I don't care if tears me apart! Fuck me please!"

He chuckled, but then he placed his big gorgeous cock along the crack of my ass. It was fully hard, and I could feel its heft on the cleft of my ass.

"You want my cock tear up your asshole? Tell me what that means!" I knew what he wanted me to say.

"Yesss! Fuck it! I am faggot, please, please fuck me with that magnificent cock."

"Are you sure? It will hurt! You want to be my bitch, faggot, and hurt you with my big fat cock?"

"Yes, please, I don't fuckin' care; I want to be your bitch, please hurt me with your cock, Noah!"

He pushed it in slowly, more slowly than I wanted. And it hurt like hell, even with the numbing lube. I tried to push back to get it all in at once, but he stopped me and only fed it to me an inch at a time. I screamed from the pain, but soon it felt good. Every inch the same feeling: a sharp burning pain, then settling into a warm cozy fullness.

When he reached full depth, I couldn't breathe. It felt as though it had gone through my body into my lungs, and cut off the air supply. I realized, only when he reminded me to breathe, that I had been holding my breath. I felt the pressure lift from my chest as he began to move the cock out of my no longer virgin asshole. I reached back and opened up my ass for him to plunge back into me. I was screaming.

"Oooooh! Fuck me hard, take me! Take my ass! Oww, ooof, oooff, fuck!"

"Who's cunt is this, bitch?!"

"Yours, fuck your cunt hard! Fuck fuuuck it hurts... It's so fuckin' big!"

I shouted I was a faggot bitch for his cock, even before it began to feel good to me. It was still hurting and that warm cozy feeling had not yet arrived; but I was sure it would. He reached around and fondled my large nipples and then my little package rubbing it like a clitoris, and I came from it instantly as he slipped his cock back in for just the fourth or fifth time.

I took forever to stop shaking and trembling as a massive aftershock overtook me. He fucked me hard and fast through the whole orgasm. The burning pain had gone, and what should have been dull bruising pain felt wonderful. I tried to hold still to give him a steady target, but my legs gave out, and I collapsed onto the bed. His cock left my ass, and I was suddenly empty, hollowed out. I was still writhing from cumming so hard, but already missing him.

He flipped me onto my back like a ragdoll, lifted my legs up and back toward my shoulders, and rammed that beast back into me renewing the burning pain. He was kissing me deeply while plowing my hole with his monster cock. He fucked me hard, just like I wanted. So hard, I couldn't believe how long he lasted bashing into me. After quite some time, he finally started building up to his own climax.

"You want me to cum inside you, faggot!?"

"Oooh, yes, please, please, fuuuuck!"

I could feel his big cock spasm inside me and the spurts of cum filling my hole. The pain and pleasure intermingled in my hole. It felt amazing, causing me to come again, though less intense than the first two times. But I was already thinking: he would soon pull out and leave me feeling emptied out. I didn't want it to end.

He kept it in a while, and I wrapped my arms and legs around him, trying to hold him there longer. But eventually, he pulled out, and I felt hollow without him. When he was done, he got up on the bed with me, turned me toward him and kissed me again. I scurried down and licked his slimy cock clean, then fell asleep with my head nestled in the crook of his massive arm, loving the feel of his hard massive body engulfing my tiny self. When I woke up, he was gone.

I lay there thinking about what I had just done and feeling the soreness and emptiness in my hole. It felt as if Noah's cock had left an impression behind, like in memory foam. I could feel the soreness of my torn-up insides, but was already missing his big cock. It felt like he carved a house for it inside me; I wanted it home, warm and cozy. I turned on my side with my legs drawn up and felt my way down to my hole. It was gaping wide; I could feel the air inside as I lifted my cheeks apart. I could slide two fingers in and out with little resistance.

"Fuck, where did he go?" I wanted him back in me already, it felt like an integral part of me had been removed. I wanted to get up and see where he'd gone, but felt weak and wanted to luxuriate in the bed where a big brutish cock had just had taken my anal virginity. Then I noticed, how wet my ass and the sheets under it were, from his cum and other fluids leaking out of me.

I got up and looked through the room. It was exactly like my apartment; there was a sliding door and the living room/kitchen/dining area would be outside. I opened the door gingerly still unsteady on my legs. I peeked out and saw Noah at a small desk on his laptop looking at some kind of profile pictures. I didn't get a good enough look to see, as he closed the laptop when he heard my approach.

"Hey, my little sleepyhead. How are you?"

"Oooph, uuugh, mmm, I'm really good, are you... uhm, busy? ... Could we..."

"Oh, you fuckin' faggot slut! You want me to fuck you again, don't you?"

"Ummm, yes? please?!"

"Aww, can't right now, faggot, besides you don't really want that, you should probably rest your little hole for a while; a big fuckin' cock just took your virgin hole. You're all cut up inside and need to heal first. Go home; I'll let you know when I'm ready to fuck you again."

He said curtly and nodded subtly toward the door with his head and waited until I had turned away to open his laptop.

I was more than a little hurt by this response. He had just taken my virginity and was treating me like he didn't know me. Romantically, I expected him to come back to bed with me, fill me up with that beautiful beast and make me come hard again. I went back in the room got dressed and was about to leave disappointedly. He stood in front of the front door and gave me a really hot kiss. His mustache tickling me and making me feel giggly. He grabbed my sore ass with both hands as he pulled me close for the kiss.

I melted into him; I begged again for his cock, but he just smiled opened his door and waved me out. He handed me a folded piece of paper, and I was on my way.

He was right. For the next few days my ass was really sore, but every time I felt that soreness, I thought of how soon I could get him to fuck me again. I had never really been into porn, but I masturbated several times looking at gay porn with big cocks and twinks, like me. As my ass healed, I used my fingers back there as I watched porn, but it wasn't the same.

Noah's note had his number and a to-do list before he would fuck me again. He liked his sub bottoms (I had to look that up) to be hairless; wear a cock-cage to prevent penile masturbation; practice cocksucking and coming from anal with a big dildo.

I made an appointment with the spa downstairs to have what little body hair I had removed and went to a sex shop for the dildo and cock cage. The woman at the counter had a wry knowing smile the whole time, as she helped me pick out the dildos and the tiny cock cage. She made me describe the size of my penis, then began suggesting vegetables it might be compared to. We settled on gherkin and she handed me the smallest cage they had.

I tried to find the dildo that most closely matched Noah's huge cock, but she suggested I get two: one longer and slightly thinner and one shorter but fatter. Asking, with smirk, how big my "partner" was. If she didn't before, she was sure now what was going on.

I texted him as instructed in the note, when I had done everything on the list. "'K," was all he texted back.

I was growing desperate; it wasn't until two weeks after our first encounter, that Noah texted: he was "ready to fuck me again." The next day, when I heard the knock at my door, I was dying for it. He kissed me hard as soon as my door shut behind him. I gave into the kiss instantly and my mind went back to his big cock exploring my hole. His kisses were urgent and passionate, he nearly ripped my ass-free panties off me, violently checking for the cage.

I was excited and gasping for breath; he felt me up all over and smiled as he noted I was totally hairless, and jingled my little caged gherkin. He stuck his hand out demanding the keys, and I nervously got them and handed them over. He carelessly deposited them in his pants pocket.

He spread my ass cheeks apart, as he took me in his arms and kissed me, and I moaned into our kiss from excitement. I pushed back against his hand with my little ass poking out the back of my sexy panties, hoping he would find my hole and penetrate it. But instead, he just picked me up by my asscheeks and carried me into bathroom.

"Let's get you cleaned up, faggot. I'm going to fuck you all night."

"Oh fuck, yes! Thank you, Noah!" I was excited beyond my wildest dreams.

I had gotten my own enema kit and cleaned myself out a few times to use the dildoes. I got it out for him, and he placed me in the tub and cleaned me out himself again, like before. I preferred him doing it, and when he was done, he dried me off and carried me into the bedroom like a new bride. He had me put the lingerie back on, with the silky panties, with opening in back; I just loved walking around in them and a little "man teddy."

He told me he wanted me to keep my little peenie covered when he fucked me. I was to think of my "cunt" as my chief erogenous zone. He then explained patiently that to get more of his cock I would have to completely submit to him. There would be rules. I eagerly agreed to anything, before even hearing them.

He had me kneel in front of him with hands behind my back, as he stood near the bed, took off his pants, took out the belt and held onto it, while tossing the pants aside. I watched his big cock flop around, excited to get it in my mouth and then my ass. He wrapped the belt around my neck and slipped it through the buckle and pulled on the end until it was taut.

I gasped, and struggled, sensing the shortness of breath immediately. He pulled on the belt like a leash and made me look up at him. He calmed me down by stroking my cheek and kissing delicately, and I gulped like a carp trying to take his tongue in my despite the choking.

I was discovering so many things about myself. I loved how gentle he had been the first time, but found I enjoyed it more when he was harsh with me. I was partly choking, but didn't mind. I savored the power he had over me. I felt vulnerable and weak, and I liked it; I enjoyed having given him so much control over me.

"Are you my little faggot bitch?"

"Yethth, I gham!" I panted.

"Tell me, faggot! Do you want to be my bitch?"

"Yes, I want to be your faggot bitch! Please, Noah, make me your bitch!"

He held me tight with the belt, but not quite choking me, put his face up close to mine. And explained carefully and seriously what it would mean to be his bitch. Just as when he warned me of the pain his cock would cause me. His contractual warnings only made me hornier for him. He explained I would be his sexual property and he would use me as he saw fit, including hurting me physically, humiliating and debasing me.

He might choose to share me with his friends or pimp me out to strangers, as he pleased. I took it all in, but I was just so entranced, so eager please him, I readily accepted to the parameters, without much consideration.

When he said he would whip me and punish me if I transgressed, it made my little peenie twitch against its cage. I had until that moment never considered it, just as I never thought I would want a big huge cock to take my ass. I agreed to everything Noah proposed, so hungry for his cock and his touch. And welcoming how vulnerable and devoted I felt.

"You want to suck my cock now, bitch?"

"Yethth, I'd 'ove... th suck yr cocK! Please?!" I sputtered out, the belt digging into my neck.

He pulled hard on the belt then let go, and, as I gasped for air, he shoved his big head into my mouth. I had practiced sucking both dildoes, and learned to accommodate much more of it in my mouth and down my throat. I could not take him all the way yet, but his cock went significantly further down my throat. I could barely breathe, but letting him take me so much deeper was exhilarating. I was so proud! So happy to have his cock deep inside me again. I didn't really care what I had to do for it. All I had just agreed to seemed reasonable.

He kept shouting things like: "you like that, you fuckin' faggot bitch; you like my big fat cock down your throat? Suck my fucking cock, faggot whore!"

I just moaned and nodded my head, the humiliation intensifying my arousal. Between the lack of oxygen, his manly aroma, his cock down my throat, and the belt around my neck, I fell into a daze, barely conscious of my surroundings. I euphorically bobbed on his cock, while he pushed into me. I felt myself become just a mouth and a throat for his big cock to fuck, my energy focused entirely on pleasing and worshiping my new master. Loving the feeling of being taken.

It was like I had taken a hallucinogenic drug. I was in some middle space between awareness and subconsciousness. Suddenly, he brusquely pulled out of my mouth; I was in shock, missing it instantly. But, as I regained more awareness, I sensed someone else in the room. At first, I thought it must be part of the hallucination from lack of oxygen and extreme sexual excitation.

I had no idea how long she had been there, or how much she had heard or seen, but my ex-wife, Marsha, was standing there, with a shocked look. Later, she told me she had retrieved my phone from the coffeeshop where I had left it earlier that afternoon, and had come to return it, using her spare key to get in because I hadn't answered the door.

"Who the fuck is this bitch?" Noah demanded, smacking my face back to full consciousness.

"I should have known you were a fuckin' faggot cocksucker the whole time." Marsha sneered.

"It's my wi... uhm... ex-wife, Marsha." I answered in croaky whisper.

"Well! Bitch? you want to join your sissy husband? Or get the fuck out?"

Her face went from shocked to intrigued, as she looked at the magnificent tool, I had no interest in sharing with her. But I was amused by the irony of our role reversal: she walking in on me, with a mouthful of cock. She appeared to consider her options, when he shouted at her.

"Show me your fuckin' tits! Cuntwhore!"

"Ummm, yes, Sir!" She said moaningly and proceeded to show him her big bounteous tits.

She was wearing a very sexy light blue dress with off-the-shoulder sleeves top and a short skirt. She took off the little half sleeves and pulled down the top to reveal her luscious pendulant breasts. She was always so sexy. Her tits were perfect, big, but not huge, and full and soft with large long nipples.