Date: Fri, 08 Dec 2006 21:04:24 +0100 From: Chaim B. Subject: My new Daddy My New Daddy Part one By Chaim (bchaim) (M/t (=b), Incest, mast, oral, anal , underw, authoritarian, Daddy-son.) Amsterdam/Utrecht (the Netherlands), December 2006 The following story is fiction. It involves sexually explicit erotic events between a teen-boy and a male. If you are offended by such material or are too young, live where it is not allowed, don't read the story. In the world of this story, the characters don't always use condoms. Make sure you protect yourself from disease in the real world by always using a condom. bchaim@hotmail.com -------------------------------------- Boy me, 15, cute but heavy to handle; Skinny, blond with blue eyes, smooth. Daddy, my uncle, 32, his Dad for a year Strong, muscles, powerful. --------------------------------------- bchaim@hotmail.com I hope to hear from you! --------------- My new Daddy -the beginning- --------------- I had just become conscious about my sexuality. I used to run over to my foster parents home after school and stripped myself naked. I stroked my erected cock looking at my Daddy's picture. He is not my real Daddy, my dad left me when I was five years old, but I pretended that. My mother couldn't raise me so I was taken `in care' with a good couple. In reality he was my Uncle, the brother of my mother. No one in the neighbourhood knew that I had gay feelings, it was `my secret'. I was 15 years old, slim but good looking; with a small built, long blond hair and blue eyes. I joined several sport clubs and played soccer in our street. I fantasized a lot about my strong hero, my new Daddy, what was hidden under prominent bulge in his blue jeans. Although I hadn't seen my uncle, my new Daddy, naked, I could very well imagine what was hidden in his tight faded jeans, I knew my Daddy from the pictures he sent to me. We chatted on the Internet and he was always very friendly to me. I admired his big strong shoulders and solid muscles to his tight abs and bulging biceps. I loved his masculine beauty with growing excitement and started to dream about him. He never sent any nude pictures, I asked for them, but he told me that I was too young for that. But Daddy did send some pictures of himself and one was taken on a sunny beach in Spain. He stood there in tight black Speedos with his arm wrapped around a good looking teenager. ---------------------------- My secret fantasy about him ---------------------------- One night I quietly let myself into our flat, nobody was at home. I dropped my black Sport bag, pulled off my black leather jacket and dragged my fingers through my long blond hair. I slipped into the bathroom and unbuckled my leather belt. My fingers slide under the waistband of my white briefs and I took out my warm boy cock. I pointed my stream of piss loudly into the bowl. Finished, I let my little boy cock flop out of the fly of my white briefs and walked out of the bathroom. In my room I started undressing myself, my swelling boy cock swinging in front of me, resting on my little smooth balls. I tossed my red T shirt onto the floor and pulled off my trainers and white socks. Slowly I took of my jeans and dropped onto my bed. I felt very sexy and horny, so I pushed my white briefs down to my knees and used my feet to drag them free. My little boy cock was now almost fully erect and climbing up across my smooth flat belly. I sucked on my fingers and gripped my demanding young cock and started to stroke over my little hard cock-head with my wet fingers. I stroked my eager cock dreaming about my Daddy. With my left hand, I pinched my little nipples and I moved down to finger the smooth skin of my tight young balls. After some minutes of slow stroking my boy cock was a real boner and leaking some of my boy sperm freely. I was a slow developer and most boys my age (fifteen) were already growing into real little man. I looked like an eleven years-old boy, with some spare pubes above my boy cock, smooth balls. No need to shave my upper-lip, because nothing was growing there. Some older boys told me the secrets of the street; about stroking your own cock, having sex. The great feelings of an orgasm; I wanted to find out! I took my white briefs in my right hand and used them to wipe up the sweat from under my smooth armpits. I dreamed on, thinking about this strong man, my Daddy, I met him on Internet just a couples of days before and he answered all my questions. I reached out my hand and stroked up my smooth legs with my little fingers. Touching and stroking, until my fingers touched my smooth balls. Almost whispering, I was so hot and breathing hard, "Daddy, you are the best!" My body was hot and sweaty. I lifted my hand to meet my little boy-hole. I was getting close. On the edge to have a beautiful orgasm. I knew it! Wonderful sensations hit my body. I played with my fingers on my balls lightly and my forefinger found my moist sphincter. I was grunting out loud! "Daddy!" I dreamed, weird but I did, he was touching me there between my marble white cheeks; putting my young little hard cock into Daddy's mouth. I could feel my cock started to spasm, I needed this! The boys were right the sensation was great! I whispered, "Daddy, please." I closed my eyes and released my boy load into the air without touching my eager cock, just by stroking my balls and little tight boy-hole, "Yeah, oh my Daddy!" I felt the intense pleasure everywhere in my body as I imagined my strong athletic Daddy! I was shocked and looked at my cum covered belly. In a strange way I felt guilty jerking off on his picture in my mind. ------------------------ My uncle became My Daddy ------------------------ Some months later I got in deep trouble; the police arrested me three times for shoplifting, I drank alcohol and tried my first hash. My foster parents asked my uncle for help to get me in line again. They discussed it and `My New Daddy' made me an offer: I had to stay for a year with him and follow his rules all the way! I accepted without hesitation and moved to him in Holland. In Amsterdam he was there at the airport. My new Daddy stood there waiting for me. He hugged me close and I was impressed by him. His V shaped body looked impressive and really big and great. I was really a little boy compared to him. Daddy stood there in his blue jeans and a white shirt, the neck was open and I got a glimpse of his muscled hairy chest. We took a taxi to his house and I was very surprised what I saw. The house was big and modern, right in the City Centre of Amsterdam. My young mind drifted away; the opportunities I had here; friendly people, gay bars, hash... He brought me back to reality placing his strong hand on my tiny shoulder. I had a Daddy of my own again. He showed me around in my part of the house. I got a little room and a shared bathroom without doors. The big living room was accessible for me, but only with his permission. Daddy left me alone in my room and came back with a pile of white briefs. I could see now with my own eyes what made Daddy's crotch bulge and I was proud to be close to him. Luckily Daddy was not shy about his big cock. He stripped from his clothes in his own room and walked around the house stark naked and my young eager eyes followed him everywhere. Daddy looked like a wrestler, everything was real! His short black hair, his beautiful face, his strong body. Daddy didn't allow me to be naked like him, I had to stay in my clothes for the time being. Daddy was very quiet that evening but I found out he had firm rules! After nice dinner he ordered me to wash the dishes and to clean the kitchen. He called me to the living room and looked at me. "Come here, sweet little boy, we have a lot to discuss." Daddy stood in front of me, his strong legs wide spread and he looked my baggy clothes; a black T shirt and a XL pair of jeans (the crotch of my pants nearly reached my crotch and the waistband of my design underwear was visible), dirty trainers. He told me, "This is the last moment you wear those stupid clothes. Son, you have to listen carefully. You agreed to follow ALL my orders and directions, so: Take your clothes off." I hesitated for a second and did. I stood nearly naked in front of him, just wearing my white boxers. "All right, son. You have to know how it works, we need rules in our house, right?" he said, "You are my son now, just my little boy child. This means we live together and you call me `Daddy' or `Sir'. Don't worry, I'm not going to put you into diapers, will not hurt you without reason, but I will control your days and life. I will make you a proud young man! So, I wake you up, very early in the morning, give orders, send you to school, watch you finish your homework and all the other stuff and duties; you get the picture of your future?" I nodded my head and said, "Yes, Sir." He continued with a smile on his handsome face, "I have to know where you are and what you are doing every moment of the day. Your bedtime is at 9:30 and don't try getting out of the house without my permission. You don't speak Dutch, have no ID-card and you will be back in a couple of hours. Officially I'm your Guardian and you just fifteen. Follow all my instructions and we will both stay happy. Disobey my orders and you will be humiliated and punished. I will take care of that, no matter what. Listen carefully, son: No alcohol, no smoking, no candy's; you drink and eat what I offer to you. You attend a special private school, you do your homework and a lot of duties around the house as ordered; No girls, no boys in our house; if you speak Dutch we discuss the subject of having friends around here. No computer, Internet, e-mail, no stupid games; you will write letters to the US and I will correct them and send them for you. Dress code inside the house: white briefs ONLY! I will lock your personal stuff away, you will not need them during your stay. This is just the beginning, son." I listened to his speech with an open mouth. Now in just my white boxers, I stood before him nearly naked. "Son, hurry! Go to your room and change into the white briefs I gave to you." I run to my room, dropped my boxers and put a pair of His white briefs on. They were shin-tight. Those were my only clothes? I felt stupid; my boy chest was totally hairless and deeply tanned from being in the swimming pool all summer long. The tops of my legs were still white, where my swim trunks covered my upper legs above my knees. My little nipples stood out on my chest and my small boy cock was evident in my skin tight white briefs. I came back in the living room and opened my mouth to protest, to argue with him about his strict rules. Daddy didn't wait for my words. He put his huge arm around my narrow shoulders while he grabbed one of my nipples with his other hand. He started to gently pinch and pull at my nipple. Daddy whispered in my ear, "Son, believe me, don't argue with me, never. You accepted your faith. I'm your Daddy, Boss and Master. You're just my pretty good looking son. Try to accept." "But, Sir, I..." Daddy grabbed my tiny arm and pinned me hard against the wall of the living room. I tried to make a protest again, he calmly said, "I wouldn't do that, little son, if I were you. Just shut up! You only speak to me when I ask you a question." Daddy played with my nipple while he pinned my arm against the wall. Daddy moved his hand away and put it firmly on my stomach and he started rubbing it. "Son, take what you get, being my son now, you have to relax, to accept. I own your mind, your soul, your little body. Just accept that!" He played with my torso a few moments before he removed his arm and started to feel up my little butt-cheeks. Daddy slipped his strong hand down the back of my white briefs and started to feel my ass cheeks. After some moments he was rubbing a strong finger up and down my butt-crack. He rubbed my little boy-hole. I wanted to make a protest, but nothing came from my lips but a soft groan. Daddy grabbed my little nipples again and pulled on them. He said with a firm voice, "It's time to see your little package, son. Daddy needs to check your little body all the way. Your little boy penis; your smooth balls and white ass cheeks are also my property. You are a boy, just a little kid, lets Daddy have a good look at your undeveloped penis and balls. They will be nothing, but I need to check them. Don't be shy, it will not hurt, my little boy. Drop those white briefs, son." I spat out, furious about his humiliating words, "Fuck you, Sir!" Daddy nodded his head in silence, "Okay, my son, you will be a slow student, you get it the hard way." He grabbed my tiny arms and pinned me up against the wall again. Daddy punched me in my stomach and knocking the wind out of me. "Fuck man, that hurts!" I doubled over in pain. I fell to the wooden floor, doubled over, trying to catch my breath. "Son," Daddy said, "you just don't get it, do you? You accepted my terms, to be my property, to follow all my orders. You have to be a good boy to me, always, whatever I ask from you. I can be gentle and caring, but also rough and hard. But one thing for sure I always win the battle. You remember that." I lay on the floor, panting and I looked up at his strong body. I lay there for several minutes and my breathing became somewhat normal. Daddy grabbed my tiny arms and he pulled me to my feet. "Too bad, I had to hurt you, son, too bad! You have to learn a lot. I will always win this battle, give in, accept your faith, be proud of yourself!" Daddy said this as he grabbed my white briefs, "Son, just for little bit of white cotton covering your little boy cock. Believe me, little son, your briefs are coming off any way. Get used to it." Daddy pulled my white briefs down. I stood in front of my new Daddy, now totally naked, my head lowered in embarrassment, "Yes, sir." My soft boy cock was very little. My pubes were very short, just little hairs, around the top of my cock and my hairless balls hung under it. Daddy took my little cock and started to stroke it, he couldn't do that, not this way, "You stroked your own cock before, I know, don't feel bad, shy or angry. Son, my little son, you've got a nice little body. Now let me explain my plans for the coming days to you. Accept it all the way! Otherwise, I'm going to have to fuck you up a little bit more. Always remember I'm your Daddy." I looked up at my Daddy, the look of defeat and total humiliation on my now red face. Daddy kept stroking my little cock as he started to lay out his plans. "Now let me explain, your body is my own property, son. I inspect you every morning and I will follow your development." He toyed with my little cock while I watched him, his strong body; afraid, angry and humiliated. Daddy instructed me, "Now, be a good boy, be my brave son. Go sit down against that wall." I did and whispered a "yes, Sir" and waited for his next move, "Now spread those smooth legs wide and look up at me." I did as told. Daddy looked at my fully exposed body, he smiled at me, "Now start stroking your little boy cock and get your little boy cock hard for your Daddy. I wonder or you can get hard at all, you are old enough to do that. Does those little smooth balls produce any sperm? Sperm, you know already what that is? The wet cum from your little hairless balls." My boy face turned very red and I felt totally humiliated. I started to hate my new situation, my Daddy, this, managed to whisper, "Yes Daddy!" I grabbed my little boy cock and started jacking it. I felt bad but I wanted to proof Daddy I was old enough to show him a boner. I closed my eyes, not think about any boy or girl, just to have some rest. "Open your eyes boy, DO IT! You watch me, looking at your Daddy. You can't, you need my permission, my body to spend your boy load!" My cock got fully hard and I felt proud. I was rock hard, just for him. I stroked myself for the next fifteen minutes. Daddy made me stand up with my legs firmly on the floor, like a little soldier... "Okay, son, jack off and do your best. Look at your Daddy's body and shoot your boy load for me when I give you permission to do so!" My face burned with embarrassment as I looked at his strong powerful naked body. I was very aware of my lower status. I worked my fingers up and down my hard boy tool and played with my now wet cock head. "Yes, Daddy, I will do it for you!" Pre-cum started dripping from my piss slit. I pumped my cock furiously and started to feel my cum work up from my little smooth balls. My fingers stroked my shaft and in a flash I thought about my jack off fantasy. "Daddy, hold me! Please!" I closed my eyes and he let me, to concentrate on the feelings in my smooth balls. My fingers played with my balls, my cock and cock-head. I moaned softly, "Oh yeah, Daddy." I slightly increased the tempo of my strokes, jacking my hard boy cock for him, my beautiful strong Daddy. I forgot my embarrassment and humiliation, "Oh, Daddy!" I began to pant a little. I stroked my boy cock a little faster. "Oh, Daddy, please!" "Yes son, the time is ready, shoot your boy load for your Daddy, NOW!" I yelled out loud, "Yeah Daddy, here it comes." "Yeah, Oh hell Yeah!" I arched my back and shot a long rope of boy cum. "Oh, my G-D!" I pumped my cock and another long rope shot from my little boy cock. I finally opened my eyes and looked at my Daddy. "Daddy!" My hand was coated with my warm cum and Daddy smiled, "Looks like you really enjoyed that, my little son. You are right! Learn from me your cum is good. You showed me the right attitude now. I am proud of you, my little boy; still you have a little cum load to share! You didn't show your tight little ass hole to me; you closed your eyes and I ordered you to look at my body; you gave me your little boy cum, but still didn't follow my orders." Daddy looked at me, my body naked and humiliated on the floor, sweat, my boy cum everywhere; recovering from my great orgasm. Covered with sweat and cum. "Lick it off your hand," Daddy commanded, referring to the cum on my hand. I never tasted my own cum before, but I said nothing, knowing it would do no good. I licked the warm cum off my fingers. "Good son, you start to obey my instructions. Now you make me really proud." He send me to the shower, he inspected my body and send me to my room. I slept well. Exhausted! It was new, difficult, but I found my Daddy. Deep inside I wanted to be his son. ----------------------------- You want me to continue? Reaction are very welcome at: bchaim@hotmail.com -----------------------------