Peter Goes Gay Sub for Daddy Ch. 02

"So... you are my bitch, right?"

"Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry... I am sooo sorry. Please, please Daddy, I feel so bad; I have to be punished. I need you to punish me, please!??"

"Tell me! Did you enjoy his big fuckin' cock, fagslut?"

"Oh... Uhmm... y-y-y-es, Daddy, I did. I'm so sorry."

"And, you know you deserve to be punished?"

"Ye-e-e-s..."

My biggest fear was he would just leave me, and I'd be shattered. I still couldn't completely understand it; but I had formed an attachment to this man so far beyond the brief time I had known him. I felt as though not to have him would destroy me. I would do anything to avoid losing him. Whatever punishment he had in mind, I was eager to undergo for his sake and to assuage my guilt.

I was on my knees pleading for him to punish me, to give me pain to atone for my sin. He slapped my face hard and looked into my eyes.

"Yes, please!" I nodded and begged for more. He slapped me a few more times, until I felt my cheeks redden. Then, he drew me up by my hair and hauled me backward into my master bathroom.

He had brought some tools with him: a length of rope, a ball gag, nipple clamps, a flogger and a cane. He had me stand in the tub and tied my hands behind my back. He tied the rope around my neck and then looped over the shower curtain rod, and pulled on the rope until I was not quite choking, but close. He put the ball gag around my neck, but not yet into my mouth.

"Okay, my little faggot bitch! You begged me to punish you. And... I'm ready to grant your wish. This is a lesson you need to learn, whore; I intend to really hurt you! Are you sure you want me to go on? This is totally up to you. You know what you did and you know you deserve to be punished. I just want to help relieve the guilt you feel."

"Oh, yes, yes, please. I need to be punished for my betrayal. I was stupid and selfish; I deserve to be punished severely. Please, teach me Daddy! Hurt me so I have better sense, please! I just want to be your good little bitch and please you, Daddy! Please help me!"

In all this he didn't really seem angry or upset. He was matter-of-fact about it, even kindly in his tone.

"Okay, little Petey. I'll give just what you need... Sometimes pain-sluts, like you, cum when being punished. It's okay, but you ask permission first, honey, or you'll be in worse trouble! Understand?" Though shocked at the thought, I nodded timidly.

He slapped my face again. He showed me the nipple clamps, which were sleek stainless steel with substantial springs in them. He enjoyed tweaking and biting my large sensitive nipples before and now pulled and tugged on them to get them hard for the clamps. When he placed the first clamp, it sent shockwaves through my body, my legs got rubbery, and I choked myself with the rope.

The pain was searing, but brief, numbed by the force of the clamps, I couldn't feel anything. Then, he did the other one, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. The first clamp bounced around renewing feeling and reawakening the pain. Once I had calmed myself, he fondled the clips giving me just a hint of that pain.

"These are so sensitive, my dear. I love your reactions! We'll have to give them some attention, yes?"

"Oooph! Ye-e-es, please..." He twisted the clamps around sending fresh pulses of pain through me.

He hung fishing weights, one to each clamp. They were long thin cylinders about a half pound each. Once clipped, he jostled them like bell ringer. It hurt, but I was quickly numb to it. He reached down to my little caged peenie and rubbed it like a clit. I was surprised to find how slick it was down there. I couldn't believe I was dripping precum from what he was doing to me. Despite the pain, or because of it, my body throbbed, electrified with lust.

He put his pre-cum slicked fingers in my mouth and let me suck them. I was enjoying the oral stimulation of sucking his fingers, when he pulled them out and held the gag out from my neck.

"I'm going to gag you now, slut. So, you can enjoy your punishment, without disturbing our neighbors. Are you ready to pay for your transgression, bitch."

I nodded and enthusiastically, and begged for it. I noticed once he had started working on me, my fear evaporated. I knew we would both enjoy the session, and he would forgive me. I was more than willing to suffer to please him, show him respect, and stay his submissive. The pain was a relief from the misery of thinking I'd lose him. I wanted to atone for my sin. I cried overwhelmed by joy.

"Thank you, Daddy for punishing me, thank you!" I sobbed and moaned.

"Aww, my little faggot slut; you're welcome. You can't help being a faggot slut; it's what you have always been, but didn't know it. Don't worry honey, I'll let you be the slut you were meant to be, just my slut!"

He popped the gag in my mouth. It was huge and spongey, keeping my mouth tight around it, so I could make little noise. He gestured me to lean forward, making the weights pull on my chest. He pulled down on my head to get me at the right angle. To pose me as he wanted, I had to choke myself. I leaned into it, letting the rope hold much of my weight. He took the cane and swatted, effortlessly at the sensitive skin on my chest, the weights dangling.

I felt two distinct but equally sharp pains. The cane coming down, red welts burgeoning instantly. Then, the jingling of the weights reviving the pain on my nips from the clamps. I grunted hoarsely into my gag; so glad to have it, I thanked him mentally for his forethought. He struck me again; I nearly passed out from the lack of oxygen and the intense pain. He let me straighten for moment and catch my breath, gulping around the giant gag.

This was almost worse; a gasp of nearly normal breathing, released the full force of the pain. Before, I had been out-of-body and the pain felt far away, as if only distantly associated with me, more like the rap of a friend in greeting. But now, it was right there again, reminding me this was punishment. I was ready to go back into position and choke myself into my nebulous haze. I leaned in again to give him better access. He smiled cruelly.

"You're such a good little faggot slut! Is that better, sweetie? Do you need more?"

I grunted and nodded my head. I was ready; I did want more. He struck me twice in a row, one side then the other. I tried not to get up again to take a breath, to hold myself just on this side of passing out, in the interstellar space of astral consciousness; so, I didn't have to face the pain head on. He understood perfectly and generously struck me a few more times before letting me breathe again. He pulled out the gag.

"Do you want more, my little bitch?!"

I did! I would not be able to explain it. The pain was giving trouble, but each strike relieved my guilt a little more. It was my first time. I had not been able to build up resistance. He was being particularly brutal, but I felt cleansed by it; and not just for Carlos, but cleansed in a deeper emotional way. Freed from the emotional pain of Marsha, from the struggles of being rejected by women my whole life. I felt like I had been pretending and suddenly had found my true self.

I didn't need to think about what Marsha had done; I wasn't meant to play the role of husband. I could forget about the rejection from women; they were not for me. The pain felt like it was purging all the negative energy and giving me strength. It was a bit like labor pains, I was being reborn as a different person, my old persona melting in the fire of pain. That felt good to me, and I wanted more.

I am not a fool! I deduced Noah had orchestrated the whole thing. He knew, or had a very good idea I would fail the test, and he could then legitimately punish me for the transgression. I could see how it had to be "real." But I wasn't angry about it. I needed to learn the object lesson. I also knew he wanted more. He was enjoying himself punishing me, especially my begging for it, and that gave me a huge thrill. I wanted to please him to atone for my disobedience and thank him for seeing me. The pain was still there, but I no longer experienced it as pain.

It was just like his cock in my ass. It's impossible to explain to anyone who has never experienced just what it feels like to have your asshole filled by a huge cock. The firm persistence of its stiffness at the entrance of your hole and that searing pain that signals penetration. The surrender to its will; the absolute delight to think your hole exists for its pleasure; the warm joy of his cum spurting, as you hear his moans of pleasure.

This pain began to feel like that to me. Like the pain that opens you up to unimaginable pleasure. I was becoming aroused from it; my caged little thing pulsed against its steel prison, wanting to explode. He struck my chest with the cane a few more times leaving behind lines of welts and contusions. With each blow, I was more aroused. If I only had something in my ass, I would have already cum. I didn't get it when he said I might cum from it; now, I knew I would.

He pulled out the gag again, and before he could ask, I thanked him profusely and begged for more. But he looked at me firmly and nodded his head.

"You like that, you little painslut?" He smiled intimately and I nodded breathlessly, my cheeks streaming with tears.

"But it's time to move on, slut."

He stroked my cheeks lovingly, then twirled my little package again and turned me around, so I faced into the tub. This caused the rope around my neck to tighten and choke me a little more, but he let it down some to bend me over and show him my freshly fucked hole. I bent over and pulled my cheeks apart for him, with my tied-up arms.

I did so extravagantly, pulling my cheeks harshly apart to unveil the wanton shame of my gaping hole. I wanted him to really see what I had done to give him even more incentive to punish me. He poked a finger in. I was still distended, gaping from Carlos's big cock. There was little resistance to his prodding digits.

"He fucked you hard in there, huh whore?"

"Yes, Daddy, he did! And I came from it!" I wanted to say, but it sounded more like "Grphp, pmmph, grrph!"

As I was nodding to confirm, I felt the point of the cane poking at my hole. And then, he suddenly swished it and struck right in my hole. I jumped forward from the shock of it, choking on the rope, jingling the weights. This first strike rattled me, but as soon as I could settle myself down, I nodded eagerly for the next strike and viciously pulled my ass apart for him.

He didn't just strike my hole, which was the most painful; he hit all over my ass and back. Then, switched to the flogger and hit at will with it, the feeling was entirely different. Where the cane struck sharply at a specific point making the pain pinpoint sharp, the flogger was diffused making the pain warmer more "fuzzy." I preferred the flogger and moaned deeply to express my appreciation.

He struck me all over with it and had me widen my legs so he could strike my tiny penis and testicles from behind. This was painful in whole new way. I groaned into my gag, while he struck a few more times there. He abruptly stopped turned around. He took off the weights and unclipped the clamps. That initial pain came flooding back doubled as feeling returned to my big nipples, and I peed myself from the suddenness of it.

I was biting my gag and mewling as he reached over and pulled it out of me, I opened my mouth wide and let it out still dazed. I was so embarrassed and teary.

"Enough..., honey?" He asked sympathetically.

I couldn't speak, so I vigorously shook my head, NO. It was partly the guilt of having failed him that couldn't quite be washed away by punishment, and I wanted to impress him showing how much I would take for him. But also... I liked it; rather than making me feel weak, taking the beating made me feel strong, invincible and vulnerable at the same time. He had left the punishment up to me, and I wasn't going to be the one to stop it.

He smiled the same cruel smile as before as he replaced the gag. He reached back in the bag and pulled out a large buttplug. My eyes glazed over with delight and anticipation. I knew--and I guess he did too--that with my ass filled I could endure much more pain for him and maybe even make myself cum from it. I knew he would enjoy making me cum from pain.

"Yesss, thank you, Daddy, please!" I tried to conveyed through series of grunts.

He held me still, wrapping an arm around my neck at the shoulders from behind, holding me against the rope, while I opened my ass cheeks to give him access to push the plug into my aching empty hole. The feeling as it filled the void left by Carlos was amazing. I almost came as it slid up my anal canal. It was also like pushing the plug up there was erasing the impression Carlos's big cock had left.

He kept holding my head down and slapped at my rear with his big manly hand. The sensation against my skin of his warm hand making contact was exhilarating. Striking with his hand was more personal, more intimate. He began to build up a rhythm spanking my bottom. I loved his hands on me, and the force drove the plug deeper in my hole, striking my p-spot.

He spanked me violently, but I detected a sort of tenderness behind it. Physically, he struck with the same ferocity, but I could tell his internal emotional state was joyful. He was not angry. I could feel it with each strike. And the certainty that I would not lose him allowed me to relax and enjoy the hard spanking on my already battered behind.

"Daddy, I'm sorry. Please, please may I... cum?" I again tried to communicate with grunts and nods.

He read my signals. "Go ahead, sweetheart. You've certainly earned it!" He cooed generously.

He kept spanking, but not as hard, and it was pure pleasure to me. He had forgiven me, and I came again hard with his large hand pounding against the plug sending fresh waves of pain and delight through me. As I came, my body seemed to turn to jelly and I nearly hung myself. He stopped spanking me and let the rope down so I was on my knees in the tub, with the rope still holding my head up. The bottom of the tub was slippery with my piss, cum, tears and slobber.

He turned me to face him. Took the gag out of my mouth and caressed my burning red face. I looked up him, trying to convey my total subservience to him with my gaze.

"Aww, Aaah, little faggot bitch, Petey. You're such good little bitch slut for me; you couldn't help it. But you need to learn, honey."

"I'm soo sorry, Daddy. I'll never do it again. Thank you, for punishing me, Daddy! And letting me orgasm from it. Thank you, Sir!"

He popped his left thumb in my mouth, and I suckled it like a pacifier. With his right hand he pulled out his big beautiful cock and plopped it out in front of me. How lucky can I be? I thought. I have a terrible transgression, my Dom's punishment makes me cum, and now he is going to let me suck his gorgeous dick.

I suckled on his thumb harder, thinking of sucking his cock again.

"You're welcome, my sweet little bitch!"

He pulled his thumb out, and I opened my mouth wide, with a big anticipatory grin on my face ready to receive my Master's big beautiful cock. He held it about three inches from my face. It was semi-hard already. I wanted to swallow it down, maybe finally go-balls deep down my throat.

He held it there for just a moment, then a stream of piss began to flow into my mouth until I gagged on it, but then all over my bruised body sharply stinging me as the acidy piss sank into my cuts and welts. I tried to go back to swallowing as much as I could, but he was swirling his cock around like he was watering the lawn.

I kept chasing after it and choking myself by reaching too far. He must have drunk a gallon of water before coming over because he pissed an outrageous amount. When he finally finished, I was covered with it and the bottom of the tub was even more slippery. He held his cock away, just short of my reach.

He began to masturbate, but wouldn't let me taste him. Sometimes his closed hand wrapped around it would tap my lips on the downstroke. This was a worse punishment than the beating. I wanted his cock so bad and it was right there in front of me hard and urgent, yet I couldn't get it. When he came, which was immense, he sprayed it like his piss all over me. I got to taste some that landed on my nose, but that was all.

When he was finished, he popped the gag in my mouth, stepped back, gave me just a little more rope so I wasn't quite hanging, while on my knees. He pressed his hand to his lips, blew me a kiss, turned around, turned off the lights, and walked out.