Date: Wed, 27 Dec 2006 05:22:54 +0100 (CET)
From: tane mahuta <kereru27@yahoo.de>
Subject: "Meeting Daddy - Part 1" (Authoritarian)

  Disclaimer: this story is for adults only. It contains graphic
description of male sex. If you are under 18 leave now.

  This story is dedicated to Toughdaddy Jack! Really hope you enjoy this
story, Sir! I wrote it for you, Sir, for your pleasure!

  Meeting Daddy ? Part 1

  I met him on the internet. It was a website for older men and their
admirers where I spend a lot of time on. Actually I'm spending most of my
time surfing the web in search of an older, dominant man. But it looks like
Mr. Right is always much too far away for a real meeting. Until one night,
two month ago. I was searching the profiles of my favorite site as I got
his message: 'Nice pic, boy. Like your attitude. boy, get back to me -
NOW!'

  I wrote into my profile that I'm looking for an older, dominant daddybear
type of man and that I^?wanted^?to be trained to become an obedient boy for
his pleasure.
  From that night on we met in the chat room 3-4 times a week. The chat was
different every time and I never knew what to expect next. Sometimes he
would ask me everything about my sex life and I mean everything. How often
I masturbate, when and where. He wanted^?detailed description of any
experience with every man I had made so far. My turn ons and turn
offs. Things I would like to try but haven?t yet and the reasons why I
didn't. My deepest and darkest phantasies - simply everything! At other
times he showed me photos of boys pleasing older men or getting punished in
all sort of different ways. Then he asked me to describe the scene and
explain what did happen or what I think could happen next. And he kept
asking about my thoughts and feelings with every pic. And if my cock was
hard and what I was doing with my hands. He got very abusive every time I
didn't answer straight away or if I tried to hide anything. What turned me
on even more. Actually, I loved he's verbal
 abuse and couldn't get enough of it. Occasionally he ordered me to take
some photos of myself. Not just any, I had to make them exactly the way he
wanted: naked on my knees with my hands behind my head or lying on my back,
holding my legs up and exposing my ass - sometimes even with some toys. And
we were talking about^?the photos exactly in the same way as we did talk
about the pics with the other boys - what was very humiliating. Sometimes I
had to put a candle or butt plug up my ass and play with myself but wasn't
allowed to cum.  Sometimes I wasn't even allowed to touch myself. But if I
got the permission to cum I had to eat it, all of it everytime.^?He knew
exactly how to treat a boy like me and I loved it but I wanted - no, needed
more. The urge of meeting this man for real got bigger and bigger. But
every time I asked for a real time meeting he told me I wasn't ready for
that yet. I got more and more addicted to chat with him. Everyday I
couldn't talk to him^?seemed
 wasted, everything I did seemed useless. I couldn't stop thinking about
him. I wanted to serve him, please him, even get punished by him. Anything,
everything^?- just to be with him and obey his every will. Nothing seemed
to be more important anymore.

  Then on a Thursday night, I loged in onto the site and there was this
message waiting for me: 'boy, no chat tonight. take the bus to the city at
10.30 tomorrow morning. you wont be back until sunday, boy. and don't you
fucking touch that boycock of mine boy.' My hands were shaking. I had to
read it again and again. Just three lines but the message of my dreams. My
mind was spinning with thoughts about the upcoming weekend. Somehow I
managed to go to sleep without touching my aching hard-on.

  One moment later I was sitting in the bus on my way to the city, dressed
in sneakers, shorts and t-shirt only, no socks and no underwear - as
ordered. As soon as I got out of the bus a car pulled over right next to
me. "Get your ass in the fucking car, boy!" I opened the door of the
passenger seat and got in.  There he was and he looked exactly the same
like on the pic in his profile: grey beard and hair both very short,
glasses and a nice big belly and a very stern look on his face. Straight
after he pulled out onto the road he said: "Get that fucking boycock out,
boy!" "Ah, sorry Sir?" WHACK! and he slapped me hard across my face and
stopped the car. He grabbed my balls through my shorts and squeezed them
very hard and said: "Never ever question an order boy, do you fucking
understand, boy? Or get out of that fucking car, boy! Do you understand,
boy?" "Ah, yes Sir, sorry Sir" was all I could say. "Then get that fucking
cock out, NOW, boy!" I pulled my shorts down just
 enough to get my semi hard cock out. "Play with it, boy. I wanna see it
hard, boy, NOW!" It didn't take long and my cock was rock hard and
dripping. "Good boy" he said as he begun to touch the top of my cock with
his big, hairy fingers squeezing out more precum. "You like that you
fucking cocksucker, don't you, boy? Open your fucking mouth, boy!" And he
pushed his fingers, covered with my precum^?passed my lips. After I licked
them clean I kept on sucking as if they were his cock. "Yeah boy, I knew
you are a born cocksucker, boy. I fucking knew it!"
  A few minutes later we arrived at his place. He locked the door behind me
and said only one word: "Strip!" I hesitated just for one second but
knowing better by now started to take off my shoes, t-shirt and finally my
shorts. Standing naked in front of a fully dressed bear of a man. "Hands
behind your back, boy!"  came the next order. I did as told and could feel
them being tied together.  Then a blindfold covering my eyes. I could feel
his breath in the back of my head as he begun to^?run his strong hands all
over my body and pulled me closer to him. He twisted and pinched my nipples
with both hands making me moan softly, first gentle then harder. His right
hand continued to torture my nipples as his left made its way down to my
still hard cock. He grabbed my cock and balls with his huge hand and pulled
really hard sending an immense wave of pain right into my
stomach. "Aaaahhhhhh!" He softened his grip a little bit and whispered in
my ear: "Yes boy, scream. Scream as much
 as you like, now you are mine and we are going to have a lot of fun this
weekend! Right boy?" "Y yes Sir" was all I could manage to say. "Good boy!"
he replied with a firm slap on my ass. "Now its time to check the
cleanliness of my boy!" then I felt two fingers pressing against my lips. I
opened my mouth and heard him say: "you better get them nice and wet boy,
cause that?s the only lube you get!" I had to bend over and he entered my
hole. "Fucking tight boyhole you got here, boy. Just the way^?I like it!"
He said as he moved his fingers in and out slowly and^?stretching me
gently. He entered the second finger and fingerfucked me for a few minutes,
making me moan loudly. He withdrew them and brought them back to my
lips. "Looks pretty clean, boy.  You've done a good job, boy!" He pushed
his fingers into my mouth, made me clean them from my assjuices and begun
to explore my mouth and teeth. He pushed them down my throat making me
choke. "Oh boy, you have to learn to take much
 more than that, boy! And you will boy, don?t you worry! But first we have
to shave^?all that hair off, boy, cause Daddy likes his boys nice and
smooth."

  He took the blindfold off and walked to a small table in the corner of
the room. It took a few seconds for my eyes to get used to the light
again. But I could see a collar with a leash in his hands as he came back
to me. "On your knees, boy! I've got a present for you!" I went down on my
knees and he hold the collar in front of me. "Kiss it, boy!^?That?s
the^?only thing you are wearing for the rest of the weekend. So show some
respect, boy! Kiss it, boy!^?NOW!" I had to lean forward and almost lost
balance with my hand still tied together behind my back. I kissed the black
leather before it got locked in place. He grabbed my head with both hands
and pulled me^?between his legs.  He rubbed my face in his crotch and I
felt his huge semi hard cock through his pants. "Yeah boy, that?s all for
you, boy! But first....." and he pulled harsh and fitfully on my leash and
forced my to stand up again. "...... its time for some clean up, boy!" He
led me into the bathroom where he started
 to shave off all^?my body hair. First my arms and armpits, then my legs
and finally all the hair around my cock and balls. He paid great attention
and seemed to enjoy it too. After he finished he ordered me back on my
knees again.  Then he started on my head! I tried to protest but received a
hard slap across my face. "What the fuck you think you're doing, boy? I cut
your fucking hair if you like it or not! Now you better fucking behave
yourself, boy,^?or I'll get the whip!" A tear run down my face as he begun
to run the clipper over my head.  He didn't shave my head completely
though, just left a few stubbles.

  After he had finished^?he forced me up to my feet again by pulling on the
leash. I had to turn around a few times as he run his hand over my now very
smooth body. He moaned in pleasure doing so, happy with the job I had
done. I felt embarrassed and naked! I felt clean also, in a way I have
never felt before! "Yes, that's the way I like my boys, smooth as on the
day you were born. Now you look like the fucking boybitchslut you are, boy!
Doesn't it feel good, boy? Answer me, boy!" "Ah, yes Sir" "Aren't you a
fucking boybitchslut, boy?" "Yes Sir" "Yes what, boy?" "Yes I am a
boybitchslut, Sir!" "Yeah, that?s right boy, you are a fucking
boybitchslut, boy! And now its time for a shower, boy!" he said as he
pushed me down onto my knees again and pulled out his huge, semihard uncut
cock -^?it was the first time that I saw his beautiful manhood - and
started to piss on me. First onto my chest, then down to my shaved cock and
balls and back up in my face and on my head. The endless
 stream of hot piss covered my whole body and dripped from my face. "Open
your fucking mouth, boy!" I couldn't believe what happened but^?had no
other choice than to open up. He pissed into my mouth and I tried to
swallow as much as possible^?but started to choke as the strong, salty
liquid run down^?my throat.^?I thought I had to throw^?up but^?he continued
to piss all over my face and body. After he had finished he released my
sore hand and gave me a towel. I barely finished to dry myself as he pulled
on the leash again leading me out of the bathroom. He put the blindfold
back on and led me into a different room. "On your knees, boy and take off
my shoes!" I tried to feel for his shoes and took them off. "And now the
socks, boy!" His socks felt very warm and smelt a little. Suddenly I felt
something pressing against my lips. First I thought his fingers again but
realized quickly they were his toes. I tried to get back but felt a harsh
jerk on my neck. "What the fuck are you
 trying to do, boy? Don't you like my feet, boy? Get your fucking tongue
out and give them a nice wash! NOW, boy!" He pulled harsh on the leash
again and kept me in place as he entered my mouth. Helpless, I started to
suck on his big toe first, licked the sweaty area between his toes and
worked my way to the little one before I run my tongue over the rest of his
foot. As soon as I had finished I felt the sole of his foot in my face
pressing me backwards^?then a jerk on the collar^?pulling me^?forwards
again. He did that a few more times before^?I could feel his second
foot^?making its way into my mouth. After I finished to kiss, lick and
worship his feet I got pulled up to stand again.  "Now, take my shirt off,
boy!" I run my hands carefully over his big belly and chest in search for
the buttons. I started on the top - feeling his hairy chest on the back of
my hand.

  To be continued?.

Sir, hope you enjoyed the first part!

Any comments and/or ideas for the 2. part are most welcome. Please write to
kereru27@yahoo.de