Peter Goes Gay Sub for Daddy Ch. 03

Part 3 Daddy Makes Petey a Whore

My new Daddy had punished me severely, after I let Carlos, the personal trainer he sent, fuck me. His punishment made me cum, and he left me kneeling and tied by the neck, in my bathtub.

I was so exhausted; I fell asleep quickly in my urine, sperm and effluvia covered tub. I awoke not long after with the urge to pee. I was afraid to slip and accidently hang myself. I twisted around, with my neck still in the rope and hands still tied behind my back, to pee toward the drain, but with my cock-cage, the piss just went everywhere but the drain. The taps were too high for me to reach with my arms tied.

It was harder to get back to sleep after, and I spent the rest of the night more or less like that. I would nod off for a while then have to shift my body with all its aches and pains. By the morning though, I must have completely zonked out because I awoke to Noah standing over me spraying cold water with the handheld shower wand.

Shocked awake, I pulled sharply against the rope choking me--talk about rude awakenings. He untied the neck rope and stood me up in the tub. I stood weak and quaking on bendy legs. Naked, he stepped into the tub with me, and held me up as the water warmed to a comfortable temperature.

He held me tight against him, and I felt his big taut muscles against my bruised and battered body. I felt as if he had enveloped me like a living blanket, under which I felt warm, contented, and protected. I felt his flaccid penis against my belly extending down toward my own tiny endowment. Despite the pain and humiliation, I felt free of the guilt and proud of what I had been able to endure for my Daddy's pleasure.

He lathered us up together, turned so my back was to the shower. He was lathering and squeezing my very sore buttocks, lovingly caressing my cheeks. He tapped against the plug, lodged up there. I moaned into his manly hairy chest, his touch so pleasing to me. He placed my still tied hands each on an ass cheek had me spread, and popped the plug out.

I had that feeling of emptiness and a desire to refill my hole. He obliged me pushing a couple of soapy fingers up there. I moaned more loudly and sensually. I tried to kiss him, but he demurred. He pushed my head under the shower, squeezing my nose and letting my mouth fill with water. He had me rinse a few times, then kissed me passionately, while still finger-fucking my ass. It was really slick in there, and I realized Carlos's load had been trapped in there overnight.

I was instantly aroused. Since meeting Noah, I was horny 24/7; couldn't shut it off. Any attention from him at all put me on the edge. He was opening my hole with his fingers, and the anticipation of getting his wonderous cock up there was already driving me close to home, even as I felt the residual pain from Carlos and my ordeal the night before.

I gave into the kiss and into him. I wanted to become his, like an appendage, like his arm or leg, or an extension of his magic cock. That was my fantasy: that he would impale me on that monster, and I'd become permanently fastened to it. I'd never have to feel that empty feeling again, and be his forever. I felt much closer to him after the lesson of the previous night. I was happy he left the punishment up to me and let me suffer as much as I wanted for him.

As I daydreamed about what being an appendage would be like, practically--like he'd have to get much larger pants--he turned us around again so his back was to the shower and applied the slightest downward pressure to my shoulders. I was so excited to get on my knees that I almost slipped down to the bottom of the tub; my arms still tied behind my back. Luckily, he grabbed my shoulders and set me gently down on my knees.

I looked up at him, water bouncing off his muscular hairy body. His handsome face radiantly smiling down at me. The object of my obsession inches from my mouth.

"May I, please... Daddy?" He nodded beneficently.

I swallowed down the wet, freshly cleansed monster. It was remarkable, it tasted so fresh and clean, but still had that masculine musk I love. Noah was hairy everywhere, but he kept this area tidy. It wasn't bald, but neatly trimmed back like a green at Pebble Beach.

His piss stream began without warning to flow into my mouth and down my throat. I made an effort to swallow it all, but the added water made it more difficult. I gulped and swallowed the head as it spurted piss into me. He was still mostly flaccid, when his piss ebbed, and I was able to swallow him all the way down as he began to harden.

When I finally got him all the way down my throat for the first time, his bush gave me the same prickly tickle as his neat mustache. It must have been just the right angle, the practice, the fact that he was already down my throat as he hardened, and my total submission that let me accomplish the feat. I was so proud of myself I wanted to do cartwheels. In my mind it was like Fourth of July, and New Year's all at once: I got my Daddy's huge cock all down my throat.

I lunged forward and tried to keep him inside as long as I could. He beamed that godly smile down at me. It caused me reflexively try to smile back and that made me start gagging on the impossibly large beast down my throat. He pulled it all the way back out. I hacked coughed, and slobbered, while he stroked my cheeks tenderly and affectionately.

I did my best to stop the coughing, so I could get him back down my throat. But he suddenly lifted me onto my feet, turned me around and untied my arms. He gave me one final rinse in jetting the warm water into my gaping ass and led us out of the tub; dried, he picked me up and carried to my bed like a bride.

He placed me down flat on my back with my head lolling off the edge and caressed my swollen and painful nipples, reviving the pain from clips the night before. He leaned in upside down and sucked and nipped at them gently. He moved back some and kissed my upside-down lips. His tongue just lightly lapping into my mouth.

He held my head, and had me open my mouth and spat a great big wad of saliva into it. Then, his beautiful cock was once again at the entrance to my throat, and I swallowed happily. This angle was close to the one in the tub and he slid in all the way again, without much fuss. I gagged some, but it was minor and he seemed to enjoy my choking.

He started slow, sensually grinding his hips gradually in and out. I held my head as still as I could and opened my mouth wide to receive him, as he did the rest. Soon, he was pumping into me and groaning loudly. That gave my heart a thrill. I just loved giving him pleasure. It filled me with a sense of pride and accomplishment. My tiny body was making this huge manly he-man moan with excitement.

His massive cock was tearing my tiny throat apart; and again, I felt strength, not weakness. His huge cock battered my throat, and I just took it. Occasionally, he was leaning in tweaking my nipples and fondling my little cage. My little endowment was swollen with excitement, the pain now almost second nature to me. I was on such a hair trigger that I might cum just from blowing him and this casual fondling of my teeny peenie.

I could have done this all day, but my now recently emptied ass called for attention. I reached down under me to get at my hole. He leaned in and slapped at my leg. Then climbed onto the bed on top of my chest pushing his giant cock back in me, while lifting my legs up and back toward my shoulders. This changed the angle, and I could no longer take him all the way, but soon he spread my cheeks wide and drove his tongue into my hole making up for any loss from not having his cock all the way down my throat.

Right away, I knew I was going to come, but he was so heavy on top of me and his cock filled my throat. I wanted to beg, but all I could get out was a deep moan and groan and head nodding. I knewhe knew, and I also knew he would punish me for lack of control. He was right; if I couldn't stop myself, then I couldn't wait for him to give permission. It didn't bother me because it was just punishment. I was happy to give a reason to punish me, with little guilt. I came happily in spite of the future punishment; and maybe more because of the pleasure I knew he would derive from administering it.

When I was done shuddering and squirming from ecstasy, he rearranged us so we were on our sides spooning, with him behind me. He had me hold my left leg up in the air, while he pried my asscheeks open and pushed himself into me firmly, but gently. No trouble hitting bottom in my ass from any angle. I was so full; it was like that feeling at Thanksgiving when you have just eaten too much of everything and feel totally satisfied, but still want pie.

It was good, but he just held himself deep inside me without moving, and I wanted to start the proceedings. I rolled my hips back and forth to get some motion going, and he pushed in hard against me stopping me, pushing incredibly deeper into me. I gave up and let him keep the beast parked inside me until he was ready.

He reached around me and cupped my chest and rubbed and pinched my big aching nipples. This sent electric currents through my body seemingly headed toward right where his cock had set up house deep within my hole. It made me tremble as the currents locked in where his fat cock pressed against my prostate.

He finally began to slowly glide in and out of my hole. There was no burning sensation it was all smooth sensual fucking. I felt so satisfied, so cared for. His movements were fluid and sumptuous. He was making love to my hole. It was all soft and tender, after the brutality of the previous night. I was lost somewhere in my mind just feeling the motion of him entering and leaving my hole, like waves by the ocean.

I was very aroused, but so contented that I didn't need it to build any further. I didn't want to have another heart-stopping orgasm just yet; I just wanted to feel the waves lap up against the harbor of my hole as his massive ship come in and out. It was wonderful, and he seemed content to do it. We did this, quietly, rhythmically, casually for a long while. I was in a deep trance in which my whole being was just a receptacle for his big cock.

He slowly began to build up speed, and I thrilled to and dreaded because it meant he'd cum soon and leave me with that empty feeling again. I was already missing my ass muscles slowly contorting to fit his beautiful tool and I could feel every bump and vein. Nonetheless, I followed his pace and we were both pushing against each other in urgent desire, as once again my prostate began to signal an impending sissygasm.

"Uhm... Daddy, ooooh it feels too good, may I cum, please?"

"NO!" was all he said, and pulled out abruptly, which frustrated me. I would have been perfectly happy to linger at the nice slow flow we had before, but he brought me so close and then took away my prize. I had to have that emptied out feeling, and hadn't even cum.

"You already came once without permission; you need to learn patience and self-control, my little cock whore."

He turned me toward him and turned himself onto his back. He pushed my shoulders less gently than earlier, but I knew to get down to his cock and suck. He enjoyed this because he could call me nasty for sucking his cock right out of my ass, but, frankly, it didn't bother me. I wanted to be his nasty bitch, willing to do any disgusting act for him. Perversely, it aroused me even more. Maybe I was just a nasty bitch by nature. I got on all fours and swallowed his fat cock, superheated and sloppy from fucking my ass.

I worshipped his cock exuberantly licking up the sides, sucking on the balls, darting my tongue into his asshole, with his tree-trunk legs pushing down on my battered back. I swallowed it down, swirling my tongue around it on the way down. He was getting excited and moaning for me. I was torn again: I wanted him to finish back in my ass and make me cum, but if I could make him cum with my mouth, I would be so proud.

He had to decide, and he did by pulling me up toward him and sitting me on his raging hard-on. I couldn't believe how easily his huge cock slipped back, and soon I was bouncing on it like it was a pogo-stick. Neither of us had very far to go. I ground down as I felt him tense up in the final thrust.

"Daddy...?"

"Yes, honey. Go ahead..."

I ground down hard, as I came. As soon as I was done shuddering from my orgasm, he pulled out and urgently pushed me back down, and I swallowed his cock and felt gobs of cum spurt into my mouth. I was too busy swallowing to get a taste until the end. I held the last burst in my cheek and swaddled his bullet head with it. It was sweet and salty. Delicious! He let me play with his cock as it softened.

I looked up at him with my mouth full his cum and swaddled his deflating cock with it and licked it clean again, sucking out the last of his cum from his peehole. It felt so nasty to me, and I wanted him to know nothing was beneath me for his pleasure. I knew he must have other sex slaves. I wanted him to think of me as his nastiest and most devoted bitch faggot whore.

We collapsed into a heap and stayed that way for some time. I succumbed to exhaustion and fell asleep, when I got up, he was gone again. I called out for him, but heard nothing; he had left. I found a note:

"Had to go; things to do. Don't make plans for Saturday night."

It was Tuesday; and my only thought was that it would be four days before I could have his cock again. I felt my gaping and ass and went into the bath to clean myself up.

I got a text from Marsha the following day wanting know if I had seen Noah. I obviously had no chance to give him Marsha's number or mention her. She was a bit put out, but asked me to lunch. Again, her conversation was monomaniacally focused on my Daddy's cock. I don't know if it was out of frustration because I wouldn't help her press her case, but she told me that she had "gotten" with my former friends again. But her old tricks didn't work on my anymore.

I let her tell me how she had let them both fuck her ass at the same time, trying to recreate the feeling of Noah's fat cock up there. Her descriptions were vivid and arousing, but I resisted rolling over. I knew she could get in touch with him any of a million ways, but giving her the number was like giving my blessing, which I didn't want to do.

I reasoned: I was averaging seeing Noah once a week, which was not nearly enough, and I couldn't have anyone else. If he added her to his roster, how much would that cut into my access to him? I had to drag it out and not be completely transparent.

"Look, Mar, I don't really get to see him that much, and I am his sub; so, it's not like I set the agenda. He told me not to make plans for Saturday night, but said nothing else. Maybe I can mention you to him then." I said honestly.

"How is that going, fag; being owned by a real alpha man like that?"

"Oh, Marsha. It's fucking awesome! I just wish I could see more of him. He gave me a terrific beating the other night, which I totally deserved. I slept with Carlos, the personal trainer.

"Whaaa... you fuckin' sissy faggot slut?!"

"Y'know, I should hook you up with him; he's really nice with a gorgeous cock. Anyway, the day after he beat me, he just made love to me until I was breathless from cumming. I was walking on air the rest of the day."

"Awright, give me this trainer's number, but I still want you to talk to your... uhm... "Daddy" about me, bitch!"

She paid for lunch, and I went home to masturbate with my big dildo, watching femboy videos online on the new fifty-inch tv I had installed, on Marsha's credit card. I dreamed of what Saturday might bring while I watched a big black cock nailing a cute little twink in lingerie, full-throttle. All Marsha's talk and her revelation about revisiting my ex-friends made me so horny. I was so happy that Daddy had allowed me to cum as long as it was through anal.

He had already transformed me; I didn't need to touch my little useless peenie anymore; I could make myself cum, just from fucking my ass with the dildo and thinking of the next time I'd have Daddy's cock up there. I could truly say that my main erogenous zone was now my ass, followed by my nipples. Noah had only sucked my tiny clit that first time, he never again put it in his mouth. And mostly ignored or only casually fondled my peenie in its cage.

That one time had been magical, but now I couldn't imagine watching him debase himself like that by sucking my insignificant little clit to give me pleasure. It seemed proper and fitting that I derive my pleasure for giving him pleasure and letting him abuse my body.

My next appointment with Carlos was Thursday. Daddy's lovemaking had exacerbated my constant arousal so much, I made myself cum anally, just before he arrived to help keep myself in check. He rang my bell, right on time. I was freshly washed from making myself cum. He had a different pair of tight cycling pants perhaps even more alluring than the last ones. I tried to avoid looking directly at it, and he kept cracking up laughing at my struggles.

We got through the session without incident, and I was proud of having restrained myself. He suggestively made it clear that he would fuck me again anytime. A few times, when I was forced by position to look at his crotch, he rubbed it seductively and smiled evilly at me. But I did not succumb. I would happily have let him fuck me and suffer whatever punishment again, but I wanted to be a good little bitch whore and not disappoint my Daddy.

"Hey, thanks for giving your wife my number. That's one fucking hot MILF, shit! And she's fucking rich, right? How'd you score that slut?"

"Uhm... EX-wife... I don't really know to this day... a fluke, I guess."

"Well, I'll report to Noah what a good little cock-tease faggot bitch you've been."

I drank one of Carlos's butt-building shakes and took a shower to cool down.

Saturday morning, I awoke in a full-blown swelter of anticipation. I had to do some research for a project I was trying to write on spec for a magazine, but at home I kept finding myself on sissy porn sites and wriggling on my buttplug.

I decided to work in a coffee shop, where I might concentrate on my tasks without the distraction, but I still couldn't quiet my mind, which kept running through potential scenarios for the evening. Noah had texted mysteriously just a time and an address. 6 pm at a brownstone on W 139^th Street, in Harlem.

I figured this might involve other people, and I should get something to wear. I stopped at Victoria's Secret, but it was all too femme. I was trying to thread the needle and just be a femboy. I went back to the lady at the sex shop; she knew just what I meant and gave me a few options. I chose some silky panties with a little pouch in front to veil my tiny caged peenie, but open in the back to allow access to my hole.

They also gave my skinny, but developing, ass a frame to emphasize my cheeks. She showed me a leather bra that left my oversized nipples and a bit of my areolas exposed. I knew how much Daddy loved playing with my big nipples, this was perfect. Over that I wore a lacy, blousy shirt that was diaphanous and partly see-thru and a pair of tight black slacks. For shoes, I got a pair of chunky platforms that looked vaguely like Maryjanes, but more androgenous.

I arrived at the address early and walked slowly around the block to calm myself. I had no idea what the night would bring. The house looked quiet and still. A few lights went on as the sun had set, but not like there was to be party. At five minutes to, I could wait no more and rang the doorbell. A tall thin older white man showed me in.

"Oooh, you must be Petey. You're so punctual. Come right in, sweetie, I'm Will." He said taking my coat and ogling my sexy new look.