Date: Sun, 28 Aug 2005 21:54:11 EDT
From: Playroughtx@aol.com
Subject: When I came out to daddy

The boy sent an email to daddy, coming out to him. He made sure to tell
daddy that it wasn't his fault, that it was just the way his genes lined
up, and that he was happy and comfortable in his life.

Daddy replied saying that he understood, had always sorta suspected as
much, and that he was glad the boy was happy. If he needed to talk,
"daddy is always here".

So the boy, encouraged by this positive response, pulled out the stops:
he sent another email and let on that for years, ever since puberty, he
had fantasized about doing it with daddy. He knew it wasn't right, but
dammit, that's what made him hard at night. He for years had beat off to
that fantasy... about daddy sneaking into his room at night and taking
his virginity.

The email didn't get a response for several days. Finally, a note in the
inbox:
"We need to talk. Come over Saturday morning. I'm not mad, but we DO need
to talk."

----------------------------

Saturday morning, the boy drives up and daddy answers the door in a suit
and tie.
"Your mom is at Aunt Barbara's for the day. Go on upstairs."

The boy goes upstairs and daddy follows him. They get to the bedroom and
daddy sits down in an easy chair next to the bed. The boy is nervous,
unsure of what is going on.

"Take off your clothes, son."

The boy is unsure he heard correctly.

"I said TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES. Before I change my mind."

The boy shakily took his shirt off... then after looking for a sign of it
being OK, took off his pants.

"Go on."

He removed his socks and finally his shorts. He was unsure whether to be
embarassed over his hardon, but a quick glance at the chair showed that
daddy's hand was in his lap. Was he covering up his own bulge?

"Get on the bed. Lie down, on your stomach, and put a pillow under your
hips."

The full realization of what was happening hit the boy like a hammer. He
got onto the bed in a daze, laid down, and placed the pillow as
instructed.

Daddy got up and pulled out two ropes that had been tied to the bedframe.
He secured the boy's ankles to the corners of the bed, spreading his legs
far apart. The boy gasped. He had NOT expected this. He hadn't expected
any of it, but being tied down was so far removed from anything he'd
fantasized about... he just didn't know. Didn't know. Didn't...

Daddy took another rope and tied it around the boy's wrist. He then took
that hand, bent it around to the boy's back, and tied the other wrist to
it. The boy was rendered helpless, ankles tied, ass in the air, arms
useless. He was scared to death and hard as a rock.

The boy hears daddy go into the closet and return. He can see nothing but
the left side of the room and the mattress, and can't raise up enough to
turn his head to see more. Suddenly, a sharp, painful SMACK wakes up his
bare ass. He spasms, trying to understand, trying to escape another
blow. He's felt this before, but it has been years... and never in this
position. Daddy is tanning his ass with the wide leather belt that had
been forever used to keep the boy in line throughout his youth. Every
fantasy that the boy had allowed himself to have about what was happening
this day had suddenly vanished. Daddy wasn't turned on. Daddy was trying
to "correct his bad behavior". The only way that daddy had ever known
how.

Time stretched into eternity. The boy was torn up with conflicting
emotion. He was sorry he ever pushed his luck by writing that second
email. What was he thinking? When it seemed that daddy wasn't ever going
to stop, he managed to squeak out "Please stop, daddy. I'm sorry."

Daddy said nothing, but stopped swinging the belt. The boy could hear
sounds, tried to place them. He couldn't be sure. He felt weight on the
foot of the bed. Daddy had crawled up over him and his mouth was right
next to the boy's ear. Daddy's bushy moustache tickled the boy's ear as
daddy spoke:

"I'm very disappointed in you, boy. You've had all these feelings for all
these years, and you JUST NOW tell me about them? And with an EMAIL? I
thought I raised you to be open and honest with me. I thought we could
talk about anything. But you kept it to yourself. I'm very disappointed,
son."

The boy was truly sorry... but he also knew that this sort of
belt-whipping was one of the reasons he hadn't said anything. He was
afraid of daddy's belt. Turns out he was RIGHT!
Or was he?

"Do you want to feel it first?"

The boy didn't know what daddy was talking about. He just nodded and said
"ok".

Daddy lowered himself down a bit. The boy's tied, upturned palms felt a
large, hard cock rest in them. Daddy was naked. His hairy chest brushed
against the boy's back. The boy couldn't believe what he was feeling in
his hands. He squeezed it, caressed it, played with it as much as he
could, considering his binds.

Daddy pulled up into a kneeling position, put on a condom, and lubed up
the boy's hole. He positioned himself, pushed against the boy's hole, and
let the head just barely slip inside. The boy gasped. So did daddy.

"Let me know when you're ready, son. If you've watched me all those times
like you said in your letter, you know I ride rough. And since you're a
man, I don't need to hold back like I do with your mother."

"I'm ready, dad. Just do it."

Daddy slid his cock into the boy's hole all the way to the hilt with one
awesome, terrible thrust. He established a rhythm almost instantly,
alternating hard thrusts with gentle, long strokes. He rode the boy's ass
for a long, long time, getting close then backing off time after time
until both he nor the boy could take any more.

Daddy pulled out, yanked off the condom, and sprayed his hot load all
over the boy's back. When he caught his breath, he slapped the boy's
beet-red ass a couple of times more and got up. He cleaned up a bit, then
brought a warm towel over to the bed and wiped his spunk off his boy's
back. The boy could then hear water running and knew that daddy was
cleaning himself up. The boy just laid there, still bound, reliving the
moment in his mind.

Soon, daddy untied the boy. When the boy got up, he saw that daddy was
already back in his suit, handsome as always. The boy suddenly felt very
vulnerable and naked in his daddy's presence. Daddy sat down in the easy
chair.

"You need to get rid of that boner before you drive home. I don't want
you not concentrating on your driving. Beat off, boy. I'll watch you."

The boy did as he was told. It didn't take long for him to cum a huge
load, which he put into a towel per daddy's request.

"Now put that towel in the hamper and get dressed. I'll be downstairs."

The boy did as he was told. His ass was still sore, both his cheeks and
his hole. He was overwhelmed with feelings and emotions and still unable
to believe what just happened. He went downstairs.

Daddy met him at the bottom of the stairs, near the front door. The door
was open.

"Drive safe, son. Call me when you get home, so I know you made it OK."

The boy didn't know what to say. Was this a one-time thing? What do you
say to your dad after he ties you to the bed and fucks you? He finally
just decided that anything he might say would sound silly... so he just
headed for the door.

Daddy saw him out. As the boy crossed the threshold, daddy said "Son?"

The boy stopped.
"Yeah, dad?"

"This isn't over. Your mother is going to Aunt Barbara's next weekend,
too. You're gonna come back over here. Is that clear?"

"yessir"

"Good. I like to have my dick sucked in a certain way, and in all these
years, your mother still hasn't got it quite right. You're gonna learn
how I like it, and then you're gonna practice until you get it right."

"You got it, dad. See you next week."

As the boy drove off, he noticed that he was already hard again. He was
sure that daddy was, too.