Date: Tue, 11 May 2021 21:53:38 +0000 (UTC)
From: Paul Vanden boogard <cksckr4men@yahoo.com>
Subject: Becoming Daddy's Bitch - Chapter 3

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   Becoming Daddy's Bitch  - Chapter 3

       I was starting to have a really hard time in school.  I was having
a hard time concentrating and everything just seemed a lot harder.  We
started studying chemistry in
science class, and even though I'm usually really good with numbers, the
formulas just didn't seem to make any sense to me.  In English we were
given novels to read, then were told that we had to write book reports on
them.  I was almost never able to finish a book before the report was
due.  I could read a little right after school,
but I always had other homework to finish, too, and I only had an hour
before I had to help my dad with supper, and after supper dad would
always put me to work helping him with his business.  By the time eight
o'clock rolled around, I was always too tired to do anything, so I'd
just watch TV or play one of my video games, and by none o'clock I was
usually in bed.

       The worst part was gym class.  We started out with football.
Beside the fact that I had never played football before, and I didn't
know anything about it, I'm only five foot eight, and only weigh about a
hundred and twenty pounds, and I'm not anywhere near as strong as most
of the other boys my age.  Having no idea what I was doing, I got knocked
to the ground really hard twice the first day, and after that I refused
to play.  The gym teacher yelled at me, but I just shook my head and sat
on the bleachers.  All the other boys teased me about it, calling me a
wuss and a weakling and a pussy, but for the rest of the semester I just
sat in the locker room for the whole class.  I didn't even change into
my gym clothes or shower, and I didn't care that the teacher told me I
was going to fail the class.

       About a week after the last time my dad and I had had sex, I
started getting really horny, and every night I'd lie in my bed hoping
that my dad would come into the room.  I wanted to jack off really badly,
but I didn't just in case.  Then my mom was going on another one of her
business trips, this time all the way to Japan, and I thought that dad
would come into my room again for sex.  I even stopped wearing my
underwear to bed, and would lay completely naked on top of my covers
until I got too cold, but it was a whole three weeks before I finally
heard him enter my room.

       I crawled up against him as soon as he laid down, but before I got
a chance to do anything, he pushed me down to his crotch.  Taking his
thick cock in my hand, I wrapped my lips around its head, but he said,
"No.  Balls first."

       I buried my nose in his crotch and took a deep whiff as I licked,
my cock hardening instantly between my legs.  I loved the smell of his
crotch, deep and musty and manly, the smell of soap and sweat, and maybe
a little bit of piss.  And the size of his balls, and the feel of them on
my tongue, was incredible.

       "Yeah, that's a good boy.  You have to earn your way to sucking
my cock."

       I don't know why, but when he said that, it made me even hornier,
and I wanted to do even a better job at licking and sucking his balls, my
hand stroking his big, thick cock all the while.  I even dug my tongue
between his ball sac and his thigh, trying desperately to lick every
square inch of his crotch, my cock throbbing so hard I thought I was
going to shoot my load at any moment.

       "Now suck."

       I dove down on his cock with zeal, pushing myself down until I
took almost half of its whole length and trying my best not to gag.  I
pulled myself up and licked around his head, then tried to swallow as
much of his cock as I could again as he moaned softly above me.

       "Oh yeah.  You suck pretty well for a beginner, boy.  Have you
been sucking other cocks?"

       I stopped and looked up at him, and shook my head.

       "No!"

       "That's too bad."

       He pushed his cock toward me, and I went back to sucking it,
wondering if I might ever get a chance to suck another man's cock.

       "Just the head."

       I rolled my tongue around it, feeling the shape of it in my mouth,
how it bulged out from his thick shaft like the head of a mushroom, and
how it swept up into a "V" underneath.  I even tried to push my tongue
into his piss slit, sucking lightly as I licked and licked.

       "Yeah.  Now go down on it, boy."

       I tried to take as much of it as I could again, feeling it
entering my throat as I went up and down, and even starting to gag a
couple of times.  My cock was so hard it hurt, and I couldn't help
reaching down to squeeze it and stroke it as I sucked and sucked.  I was
getting so close to coming that I had to stop, and that was when dad
grabbed my head and started pushing his cock in and out of my mouth.  He
was gasping and groaning, and suddenly I could feel his cock swell
between my lips.

       "Swallow it, boy."

       I barely had time to react as his cock filled my mouth with his
cum, almost choking at first as some of it leaked through my lips before
I was able to swallow.  Spurt after spurt pumped onto my tongue.  It was
warm and thick, and tasted like...like nothing I had ever tasted before.
It didn't taste bad, it...it just...it just tasted...different.

       A moment later, he pushed me off, and I sat back on my feet, my
cock sticking straight out in front of me.  Reaching between my legs, he
started to stroke my balls, then slid his finger up inside my asshole.

       "Jack it."

       I grabbed my cock and started pounding on it, his finger moving up
and down inside of me.  Suddenly, he touched a spot and I groaned loudly,
my whole body tense, my balls pulling up as my load shot high into the
air.  Laughing, he pulled out his finger and walked naked from the room.
Panting and gasping, I collapsed onto the sheets, not caring that they
were wet with my cum.

       It was Saturday when I woke up, and dad was already gone on a
job.  Eating cereal for breakfast, I stripped the beds and remade them,
then did my chores around the house.  As soon as I had the chance, I
jumped on my bike and headed toward town, hoping to hook up with Collin.
When I knocked on his door, his mom told me that he was off with his
girlfriend.

       His girlfriend?  He hadn't even told me he had a girlfriend!

       Despondent, I biked down to park by the river, hoping that he'd
be there with her, but I didn't find him, so I just biked around the
town until I got bored, then went back home.  Collin was my only real
friend, and now that he was seeing someone, we probably wouldn't be
hanging out much.  Throwing my bike in the garage, I went to my bedroom
and pulled out the dirty magazine.  When I got to the picture of the one
guy fucking the other one, I imagined that it was my dad and me, my hand
digging into my pants to stroke my now hardening cock.  I wondered what
my dad would do if he came home and found me naked.  There was still some
dishes to do, and with my mom gone, I could do it naked.  I knew I'd be
embarrassed when dad walked in on me, but the thought of it turned me on.

       I didn't dare to, though so I pulled down my pants and started to
jack off, imagining my dad walking in and seeing me, then stripping off
his clothes and pushing me to my knees to have me suck his cock.  That
alone was enough to make me shoot my load.

       After that, I wasn't horny, and didn't really feel like doing
the dishes, so I spent the rest of the morning wandering around in the
woods out back.

       I jacked off again that night, and the next night, too, flipping
through the magazine, but all the while thinking about my dad's cock.  I
hadn't liked it at all the first time he had fucked me, but now I seemed
to want it all the time.

       It was a whole four weeks before he fucked me again, only this
time he didn't come into my bedroom.  We were watching a show on TV, his
arm wrapped over my shoulder like it always was, when I noticed that he
was stroking his cock through his jeans, and I just stared at the huge
bulge of his hardon.  Glancing down at me, he lifted his arm and stood
up, kicking off his slippers and pulling his pants and underwear off
around his ankles before sitting down again, his right arm now draped
across the back of the sofa.  When I looked up at him, he just nodded his
head toward his swelled, massive cock.

       Not sure what he wanted, I reached out to take it in my hand and
stroke it, feeling its shape between my fingers.  I couldn't believe how
big it was, and I could take the whole thing inside of me.  My cock
wasn't even half the size, and I was starting to doubt that it was going
to get much bigger.  His balls were huge, too, and pretty soon I was
caressing those with one hand while I stroked his cock gently with my
other.

       "You like that cock, don't you boy?"

       I blushed a little.  "Yes."

       "That should be 'Yes, Sir.'"

       He paused and waited until I replied.

       "Yes, sir."

       "You're almost an adult.  I expect you to be respectful to me."

       I felt as though I was being admonished.

       "Yes, sir."

       He leaned back and let me feel him and fondle him, I loved all the
hair in his crotch, his hairy balls and the thick patch of fur above his
that trailed up to his belly button, then continued on to cover his
chest.  Leaning against him, I took his right nipple into my mouth and
started to suck.

       "Yeah, good boy.  Get up into my armpit, too."

       He had worked all day and hadn't taken a shower, and it was dank
and musty, but I didn't mind.  His cock and balls were in my hand, and
my own cock was rock hard and pushing up my sweatpants.  Reaching over,
he grabbed it and squeezed it, then slid his hand inside to stroke it.

       "Now suck me," he whispered in my ear.

       I slid off the couch and crawled between his legs, but went first
to his balls, knowing somehow that if I didn't, he would tell me to
anyway.  Hefting them in one hand, I began to lick, pausing now and then
to take a deep whiff of his crotch.  I suddenly felt lucky to have a
handsome, sexy dad, with a huge cock and massive balls who liked to have
sex with me.  I licked and sucked until he pushed his cock forward, then
ran my tongue up its shaft to wrap my lips around its head.  Instead of
going down on him, I teased it with my tongue for a little bit, then
started pushing down on it, slowly taking more and more of his cock into
my mouth, licking the head some more with each up stroke.

       "Damn, you're getting good at sucking my cock, boy."

       I was taking a full half of his cock into my mouth before he
suddenly pushed me off, turning me around to lay me flat on my stomach.
Yanking my sweatpants to my ankles, he laid on top of me and pushed
himself in, grinding slowly and softly until his whole cock was deep
inside of me.  Propping himself to his elbows, he fucked me, making me
grunt and moan in pleasure until he shot his load.

       Our interest in the TV gone, he shut it off and sent me to clean
up and go to bed, but I didn't go to sleep until I jacked off,
remembering his warmth and his weight, and his big cock inside of me.

       We had off of school that Friday for parent/teacher conferences,
and when my dad got home, he wasn't happy.  Not only had I failed gym
class, but I had failed English and History as well, and was only getting
C's and D's in my other classes.  Except math.  I had a `B' in math.

       "I've pulled you out of school.  You're done.  You're not
making anything of yourself, so I'm going to make something of you."

       I stared at the floor, not able to say anything.  It had been a
long time since my dad was this mad at me.

       "And don't think you'll be going anywhere.  You will not leave
this house unless I tell you to.  Do you understand?"

       I nodded my head.

       "Tell me.  Do you understand!"

       "Yes."

       "Yes, what!?"

       "Yes, sir."

       He walked me to the kitchen table and told me to face it.

       "Now drop your pants."

       My eyes widened.  I knew what was coming, but I couldn't believe
it.

       "Drop them!"

       I opened the button and the zipper and pushed them down to my
knees, dragging my underwear along with them.  I heard him pull his belt
out from around his waist, then he pushed me forward to lean over the
table.  Clenching my teeth, I waited for the first strike, wincing and
groaning with each one, and nearly sobbing once he got to the tenth.

       "Now strip off your clothes and put them in the laundry, then
start your chores.  I want this entire house spotless, and you're going
to do it naked in front of me."

       I was so shocked by this, I couldn't think.  I had just imagined
my dad coming home and finding me naked, and now he was going to make me
clean the house naked.  Pushing off my shoes, I pulled my pants and
underwear the rest of the way off, then scampered to the laundry room to
finish undressing, my ass still burning from the whipping I had
received.  I didn't understand why he wanted me to clean the house
naked, and I was really uncomfortable when I stepped out of the laundry
room and went to the kitchen to start washing the leftover dishes.  I
heard him walk by a few minutes after that, then he called to me from the
laundry room.

       "Get in here, boy!"

       Wiping my hands dry, I hurried down the hallway.

       "This is going to be your job from now on.  You will be doing all
the cooking, the cleaning, the laundry, everything."

       He proceeded to sort through the clothes, explaining which items
were to be washed with which items.  His clothes were to be washed
separate from mine, and both of ours separate from my mom's.  Clothes
were to be washed every Friday, sheets every Sunday, and the towels and
washcloths and everything else were to be done on Wednesdays.  He had me
start a load of clothes, and told me he would show me how to iron them
and fold them once they came out of the dryer, then sent me back to
finish the dishes and start my cleaning.  I did the whole kitchen first,
and had just started in the bathroom that he and I shared when I heard
him come back into the house.

       "Boy, get in here!"

       I went back into the kitchen to find him sitting at the table, and
he started instructing me on how to make our lunch.  By the way he barked
at me, I could tell that he was still mad at me, or, at least, still very
disappointed.  I hadn't done very much cooking, so I was very careful to
do everything just as I was told as I made the sloppy joe's and set the
table.  When I set his place in front of him, he grabbed my crotch,
wrapping his fingers around both my cock and my balls.

       "I can't believe you have such a tiny little fucking dick.
You're never going to fuck anyone with that pathetic little thing."

       I was so hurt that I almost burst into tears.  I couldn't even
believe he had said that!  I knew my cock wasn't as big as most of the
boys at school, but I didn't think it was that small, and I was still
hoping that it would grow some more.  I turned away and went back to the
stove, stirring the sloppy joe's and scraping them into a bowl to serve
with the buns and the chips, sniffing and swallowing and trying not to
cry.

       I felt as though my dad hated me, that I wasn't even good enough
to be his son.  It was bad enough that my mom didn't care about me,
hadn't even wanted to give birth to me, but now I was a disappointment
to my dad as well.  Not only had I failed most of my classes, but even my
body fell short of his approval.

       I served him his lunch and sat silently at the table.  My ass
still hurt from his belt, and I was afraid to even look at him as he
ate.  Not saying a word, he finished his lunch and left the table, the
door to his workshop in the garage closing a few moments later.

       As soon as the door closed, I started to cry.  I felt completely
inadequate, and I didn't know what to do make things better.  I didn't
want another spanking though, so I got up and cleared the table, and
cleaned up the whole kitchen again, then went to start cleaning the rest
of the house.

       I didn't like that I was naked, that my dad saw me naked every
time he looked at me.  Especially now, after what he had said about my
cock.  Now, when I looked down at it, I was embarrassed by it.

       I had barely started to vacuum the living room when my dad walked
in again, glancing at me once before making his way down the hallway.

       "Boy, get your ass in here!" he called from the laundry room.

       I shut off the vacuum and hurried in there, knowing I was in even
more trouble than I was before.

       "Why aren't these clothes in the dryer?"

       "I...I forgot about them," I mumbled, starting at the floor and
turning red.

       "You forgot about them SIR!  Do you want my belt across your ass
again?  Every time you speak, you end your sentence in SIR!  Do you got
that, or do I need to beat it into you?"

       I stumbled over how to answer.

       "Yes, Sir...nuh...nuh...no Sir...I...I...I will Sir."

       He had me move his clothes from the washer to the dryer,
instructing me on the settings before having me start another load of his
clothes in the washer.

       "How much time on the dryer?"

       I glanced at the digital readout.

       "Forty-five minutes, Sir."

       "In forty -five minutes I want you in here waiting for further
instructions."

       He glanced at his watch and walked out, and I went back to finish
the vacuuming, making sure that I knew the time, and forty-five minutes
later I was back in the laundry room.  It was another fifteen minutes
before I heard him come back into the house, and for the next ten minutes
I was taught how to iron is pants and his shirts, and which were to be
folded and which were to be hung and how.  Leading me down to his
bedroom, he then explained where and how they were to be put when I was
finished.

       "I'm going to inspect your work when you're done.  One
mistake," he held up his finger, "and I'll be taking my belt to your
ass again."

       I was almost crying as I returned to the laundry room.  My dad had
never been this strict before, but I knew that he meant what he said, and
if he found even one thing he didn't like, I would get punished again.
I hadn't been punished often in my life, but enough to know that he would
carry through on his threat.

       The washer was finished by the time I was done, so I moved those
clothes to the dryer, then went to finish the vacuuming.  I still didn't
know why I had to be naked, and was embarrassed by the tiny dick that
kept flopping around in front of me.

       "Can I please put some clothes on?" I asked when my dad came
back into the house about an hour later, "Sir!" I remembered to say at
just the last moment.

       No.  You'll be staying naked.  Today, tomorrow, for as long as
you are in the house.  And you won't be going anywhere until I tell you
to."

       I swallowed back a lump in my throat.

       "Can I at least put some socks on?  My feet are cold."

       He waited and waited without answering.

       "Sir!  Can I put some socks on, Sir!"

       "Yes.  Is the dryer finished?"

       "Yes, Sir.  I was just waiting for you to show me what to do,
Sir."

       Everything in the load was to be ironed except for his socks,
which were all of his t-shirts and his boxers, and his socks were to be
matched and everything was to be folded just a certain way.  Once again,
he brought me to his bedroom to instruct me just where and how they were
to be put away, inspecting the job I had done on his pants and his shirts
at the same time.  Seemingly satisfied, he walked back out again, and I
returned to my work.

       Naked.

       Was I always going to be naked?  Was I going to still be naked
when my mom came home?  I just didn't understand why all this was
happening.


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