Date: Wed, 22 Nov 2023 02:25:35 +0000
From: peter <psorenson9@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jarod Finds His Daddy - Chapter 9

Things are getting seriously twisted for Jarod.  Richard is taking him
places he didn't know existed.

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Chapter 9

Richard gulped the rest of his beer, pulled me into him and gave me a
passionate open-mouth kiss on the lips.  "Eat your hearts out men" he
chided his fuck-buddies, Steve, Marco and Beast.  "Jarod and I have
business to attend to".  Then turning to me ordered, "Let's go, boy."

Although the drive home was short, it dragged on forever.  I just wanted to
be on my back, nude, with my legs spread and my daddy fucking me.  Hard.
There wasn't anything I wouldn't do for him that night.  And as the night
unfolded it became clear that what he was planning would make a rough fuck
look like a peck on the cheek.

We said little on the car ride home, but when we finally arrived, he
stopped me, backed me against the wall with his hands on my shoulders,
looked me in the eyes, and said, "Jarod, tonight we're taking the next
step.  And it's significant.  Tonight, I'll teach you to turn the pain your
father inflicted on you into pleasure.  It won't be easy for you, but I
believe you will not only endure it, but you will also be a better man
because of it."

Not knowing what to expect, I was at a loss for words. Richard spoke again,
"I'll go slow, I promise.  I will stop anytime you say the word.  As I told
you earlier, all you have to say to get me to stop is the word "red".  If
you say that word, I stop.  No questions asked.  Are you ready?"

Breathless, I choked out the words, "Yes, sir."

"Good, son.  Here's how we'll proceed.  See that door over there" he
motioned to the door in the wall I'd noticed earlier that seemed odd in
this otherwise open-plan loft.

"Yes sir," I answered more as a question, than in the affirmative.

"Behind that door is the next step in your journey.  I'm going to go
through the door now and get ready.  You need to loose the jeans but keep
everything else on.  When you're ready, just yell and I will buzz you in".

I was spellbound.  I didn't know what to say other than, "Yes, sir".

"Good luck, Jarod," he said, which scared the crap out of me.  "I believe I
have earned your trust so you have my continued promise that you won't be
harmed.  And remember, I'll stop immediately if you use the word `red', but
I don't think you will."

With that, he buzzed the door open, walked through it, and closed it behind
him without looking back.

----//----

Richard believed his plan for tonight would not only accelerate Jarod's
progress, but (let's admit it) he was equally eager to show Jarod the joys
and passion of leather BDSM.  He had no intention of roughing the boy
up...he knew how erotic even light floggings and gently applied nipple
clamps could be.  The pain he inflicted didn't need to be intense.  He knew
exactly how to use toys to create a powerful master-sub vibe and arouse
them both.  Tonight, Jarod would be no exception.  Richard knew they'd both
get off on what he had planned, but the most important thing was for Jarod
to learn how to turn pain into pleasure.  He'd make sure he learned.  And
well.

Richard closed the door behind him and turned on the master light switch.
This room, which he called The Darkroom was his pride and joy.  For Richard
BDSM, particularly leather, was as much theatre and drama as it was pain
and torture.  Lighting and the proper placement of the sex toys were
paramount.  With a designer's eye he created a room that dramatically
showcased his unique brand of punishment.  Since Richard owned the entire
top floor of his building, he had plenty of space and he used it well.  The
space was about a 30' x 50' oval with no natural light, so artificial
lighting would play a critical role in creating the right mood.  Around the
perimeter of the oval shaped room were five individual instruments of
torture mounted to the floor or hanging from the ceiling.  In the middle of
the room, laid a 14'x14' mattress on a low pedestal, covered in leather
which was large enough itself to host an orgy and had straps in each corner
to be used as restraints.  But what was truly remarkable about the space
was the lighting.  The only lighting in this truly dark room were
floodlights embedded in the ceiling, each spotlighting one of the sex toys.
The brightest (although still relatively dim) illuminated the mattress in
the middle of the room.  Going around the room from left to right was a
leather sling mounted on a sturdy rack, a padded table with restraints, a
St. Andrew's Cross, and a bondage bed, also with restraints.  At the end of
the room directly opposite the door were two padded wrist cuffs hanging
from the ceiling waiting to hold its victim's wrists captive. Directly
below the cuffs laying on the floor was a steel spreader bar with ankle
restraints on each end.  And finally, off on its own in the shadows, was a
comfortable leather easy chair which Richard had created for those who
cared to watch rather than participate.

Richard was particularly proud this wasn't just a playroom, but rather a
sophisticated venue for the erotic.  You didn't necessarily have to be into
leather or BDSM to get turned on by this environment. Whenever he entered
The Darkroom and turned on the lights his cock twitched.  This time he got
a full-on erection.  Knowing Jarod was seconds away from his submission
made Richard dizzy.  He quickly stripped off his jeans, leaving him only in
his leather jock strap, harness, arm band and work boots.  He walked to the
other end of the room and carefully placed his hands in the suspension
cuffs and waited for Jarod to yell "ready."  At almost that very moment, he
heard what he was waiting for and, using the buzzer in his hand, buzzed him
the door open.

----//----

I had taken off my jeans at Richard's instructions leaving me only in my
leather harness and the cock strap that attached my harness to my cock
ring.  Beyond that, I wore only my leather jock strap and boots. I had to
admit, the feeling of leather gear was incredibly sexy.  It made me feel
like a dirty whore and that feeling was excitingly raw.  While I waited for
Richard's ok from the other side of the door, two conflicting ideas were
battling for supremacy in my mind.  On one hand, the leather and the
mystery of the locked door made it clear what I was walking into.  But on
the other, leather and BDSM were things I'd only seen in porn. And although
I had periodically fantasized about BDSM, I'd always put it out of my mind
because I never thought I'd be man enough to endure it.  Once when I was
alone, I tried a pair of nipple clamps but removed them quickly because of
the pain.  I felt like such a wuss.  Was I really going to be able to
please Richard tonight with what was, until now, an out-of-reach fantasy?

Continuing my mental back-and-forth, I thought to myself, `I may never get
a chance like this again, especially with a god like Richard'.  I then took
a deep breath and yelled (louder than I intended to), "Ready.  Sir".

Time froze.  Nothing.  And then it happened...."buzz".

As I slowly pushed the door open, I reminded myself that because of Richard
I had experienced sexual acts I'd never even dreamed of.  And while he had
always pushed me hard, he'd done it respectfully and thoughtfully.  And he
had assured me that today, all I had to do was say "red" if I wanted him to
stop.  That gave me the courage to step into the room.

I took a deep breath, walked in, and looked up.  What I saw was beyond
anything I had ever imagined.  A dark room with a handful of what were
clearly sex toys, each dramatically lit, each poised to claim its next
sexual victim.  There was so much to take in my eyes couldn't land on just
one thing; they bounced from the St. Andrews' Cross to the leather sling to
the bondage chair to the biggest mattress I'd ever seen to the leather
table with restraints.  Now in a state of over-stimulation, I heard a voice
from the end of the room call, "Jarod, down here".  I looked to where the
voice originated and saw the most amazingly erotic sight: my sexy daddy
wearing only a leather jock strap and harness, suspended from leather
cuffs, illuminated by a spotlight.  It took me a moment to internalize what
I was looking at, but when I figured it out, he commanded, "Come down here,
boy."

In a daze, I walked toward the leather god at the end of the room. "Well
boy, what do you think?" he asked.

"I don't have words" was all I could think of to say.  At least I was being
honest.  And without thinking added, "Sir, are you going to use all this on
me?"

"I haven't decided yet Jarod. Remember, tonight is about turning pain into
pleasure. You need to learn that you're a man and to do that you need to
learn how much you can endure.  Remember, I'll keep my promise that I won't
take you farther than you can go.  But I think you'll surprise yourself".

Looking down to the floor, not sure whether to run away or go full-force
into this new level of depravity, all I could think to say was, "Yes,
sir. I trust you."

"Ok" Richard said, "Let's get started", and with that pulled his hands out
of the cuffs, embraced me and gave me a long, wet, passionate kiss. The
kiss alone was hot but, but making out, wearing nothing but leather
jockstraps and harnesses was a new level of hot.  I instantly wanted to be
bad. To have him use me. To be his whore.  I wanted raunch.

Sensing my growing arousal, Richard pulled away and calmly said, "Turn
around, hands behind your back."

`Here we go' I thought, but I was already so turned on I didn't give shit
what he did to me. I heard him rumble through some gear in the adjacent
cabinet and pull something out.  I could then feel leather handcuffs firmly
encase my wrists and he pulled them together tightly behind my back.  I was
helpless.  And the helplessness made my cock harder than I think it's ever
been.

Richard went back to the rings that were hanging from the ceiling and
placed his hands back in the leather cuffs.  With his head, he motioned for
me to approach him.  When I did, he stared me in the eyes, and said "On
your knees."

I said nothing and slowly dropped to my knees and looked up at him.  When
our eyes met, he added, "Lick my jock.  Get it good and wet so it'll be
easy to pull off with your teeth."

I didn't have to be coaxed.  I thrust my head forward into his leathered
crotch and inhaled his essence.  It was a cocktail of rawhide and lust, and
I was already out of mind with the latter.  I opened my mouth and I licked,
gnawed, and tried to bite his leather package.  I'd never felt this way
before...completely submissive and shamelessly content.  I wanted to devour
that leather basket of meat in front of me.  I would've been entirely happy
to be on my knees the entire evening worshiping this man's goods, but, as
Richard would say, his stiff leather jock was just the amuse
bouchée.  Long before I was ready to move on, he said, "Look up at
me, boy."  When I did, I must've had the biggest grin on my face because he
said, "Oh look, the boy likes his daddy's package.  More where that came
from boy."

His next order was clear and concise: "Remove my pouch with your teeth. And
be careful.  Go slow, savor your prize."  He then added, "I've been saving
this just for you.  You've earned this."

That last comment hit me hard.  Again, the eroticism of the moment was
taking me to the stratosphere, but the heartfelt affection Richard offered
me made the moment even more important and memorable.

I couldn't rip that pouch off fast enough.  There were three clasps that
I'd have to undo with my teeth and it made sense to begin with the one at
the bottom, right between his legs, under his balls where his prostate
lives.  I cocked my head to get under it and reach it with my teeth and got
an intoxicating essence of leather, sweat and just a little funk.  I
stopped and took three deep breaths hoping I'd never forget the smell.  I
took the opportunity to crank my head even further so I could lick his
taint, right up to the bottom of his crack.  I continued until his moaning
was almost out of control so it was time to attack the two other clasps.  I
unclasped both of them with remarkable speed and the leather pouch dropped
to the floor.  Now I was face-to-cock with Richard's beautiful, 8",
semi-thick and veiny circumcised cock.  And it was all mine.  Mine.  He had
chosen me.  This was no time for subtlety, and even if it were, I didn't
have the self-control.  I ravaged him.  I swallowed that cock like it was
the first meal I'd had in a month.  I challenged myself to swallow him even
deeper than I had the night before.  I simply couldn't get enough of him.
And still new to me was the sensation of being restrained.  All of this was
happening with my hands handcuffed behind my back.  My helplessness only
heightened my lust.

Richard may have been close to cumming because he abruptly withdrew his
cock from my mouth, and said, "Oh, what a good boy.  But Daddy needs a
rest."  With that, he pulled his hands out of the padded gloves and reached
down, pulled me up off my knees and gave me another passionate kiss.

"You're doing well, boy.  Ready for more?"  he asked.

"Fuck yes, Daddy.  Bring it on."  Clearly, I was becoming emboldened.  The
leather was an aphrodisiac and the service I just provided this handsome
stud bolstered my confidence exponentially.

"Good", he replied as he carefully removed the handcuffs from behind me and
pulled me by the cock strap to the padded table, one of the other
instruments of torture illuminated from above.  "On your back", he
instructed me.

Happy to stretch my legs out, I laid down on the table, but the relaxation
didn't last long.  Once situated, Richard fastened each of my wrists to
restraints with my hands at my side and then spread my legs and secured my
ankles to leather restraints at the bottom corners of the table.

Once again, I found myself immobilized and completely vulnerable.  And the
feeling engorged my cock so profoundly the leather jock almost exploded.
Unable (or unwilling) to ignore that, Richard reached over with his right
hand and grasped my leather-constrained package and methodically massaged
it.  I groaned audibly which made him smile.  He continued for enough time
that I could feel the sticky precum rubbing against the inside of the
leather pouch.

Shortly after, he turned to pick up something out of the nearby cabinet.  I
couldn't see what he grabbed, but it sounded light and metal.  He laid it
on the table next to me, out of my line of sight, and hopped up on the
table straddling me like before, knees on each side of my hips, with his
cock rubbing my leather jock pouch.  But it was my nipples he was
interested in.  Leaning over, he grabbed both of them between his thumbs
and index fingers and methodically squeezed, released, squeezed harder,
release, squeeze even harder and release.  Ordinarily, the pressure with
which he was squeezing would've been seriously uncomfortable, but his
approach had conditioned my nips to the point where it actually felt kind
of good.  When he felt he had achieved what he wanted, he reached down to
pick up what he had retrieved from the cabinet.  Taking it in both hands,
he wordlessly presented it to me: It was a pair of nipple clamps connected
by a metal chain.  Given my one-time previous experience with these, the
look on my face must've spoken volumes, because in the most reassuring
voice possible he said, "Don't worry my boy.  I have them on the lightest
setting and won't tighten them any without your agreement."

I was 50% terrified and 50% turned-on.  I didn't have enough air in my
lungs to utter a response, so I just looked up at him, closed my eyes,
nodded, and waited.

He carefully pinched my nipple far down on my pec and placed the clamp
there so it squeezed my pec rather than pinched the tip of my nipple.  He
repeated it on my right and the feeling was...unexpectedly stimulating.
This was far less painful than when I did it to myself and applied the
clamp to the nipple's very tip.  The sensation was somewhere between
pressure and pain and reminded me of the feeling when his cock fully
penetrated me last night.  A feeling I'd never experienced before...sexual
pleasure, but with an element of kink.  When Richard saw how I responded to
the clamps' application, he rubbed my torso lovingly, then carefully picked
up the chain that connected the clamps and gave it slight tug.  I inhaled
quickly in reaction to what was now a step closer to real pain.  Yet under
these circumstances I was still finding it surprisingly erotic.  Sensing I
might be able to take more, Richard pulled the chain again, this time with
slightly more force.  "Uhg", I whimpered, but I knew I could take more.  I
opened my eyes to find him staring into mine.  His eyes asked, `more?', to
which I bravely nodded.  Next came tugs numbers 3, 4, 5, and 6 (not that I
was counting) each with slightly more force than the one before it.  I was
now to the point where I wondered if I could continue, and he seemed to
know the answer.  So, without me saying a word he laid the chain down
across my torso and gently patted my cheek with his palm.

His other hand went back to my still-hard cock which was straining against
its leather prison.  He methodically massaged my leather-clad package and
then leaned over and did to me what I had done to him...removed it with his
teeth.  With my cock now exposed and pointing at exactly 45 degrees into
the air, he tenderly kissed it up and down its length, and spent a little
extra time tongueing the wide open slit at the tip.  I groaned with
appreciation.  While doing that, he also seemed to be examining my cock
ring.  When he got the answer he was apparently looking for, he reached
back into the cabinet and pulled out what appeared to be another chain,
just like the one connecting the nipple clamps.  He laid that on the side
of the table, and, using both hands, carefully removed the leather cock
strap that connected my leather harness to my cock ring.  I thought for a
moment he would completely undress me, but that wasn't his intent.  He
picked up the new chain and attached one end of it to the middle of the
chain connecting the clamps.  He then laid the new chain down my torso,
gave it a tug to see if it would reach my cock, and when he saw it did, he
connected the other end of the chain to my cock ring.  `Can I do this?' I
thought to myself.  He has physically connected my nipples to my cock.  The
straighter I laid on the table the more my nipples and cock fought each
other.  They went to war to see which would endure less discomfort.  And
although I had taken another step toward real pain, it was more a feeling
of depraved exhilaration than true pain.

Unexpectedly, Richard removed the restraints from my arms and legs and
lifted me to a standing position.  Standing perfectly straight intensified
the war between my nipples and cock.  Which would I sacrifice?

Standing in front of Richard, almost at attention, he once again laid his
hands on my shoulders and asked again, "How are you doing, Jarod?"

I bravely stood as straight as possible to evenly distribute the
discomfort.  I wanted him to know I was up to the challenge he laid out for
me.  Standing again, almost at attention, I said, "Excellent sir.  Ready
for more."

He reached around to embrace me and whispered in my ear, "Good boy, good
boy."

It was apparently time to move on, so Richard pulled me by the chain that
linked my nipples to my cock.  He was careful not to intentionally create
more pain, but he clearly was in control.  He led me over to the leather
hand cuffs that he was hanging from when I arrived, placed me directly
under them, and nodded for me to extend my arms up into them.  I started
with my right hand and raised it to the ring carefully because I knew it
would increase the tension on my nipples and cock, and it did.  Richard who
was taller than me by several inches had no problem securing my wrist into
the cuff.  We repeated the same process with my left hand forcing me to
take deep breaths to become accustomed to the discomfort which was quickly
approaching pain.  I could feel him stoop around my legs where he secured
each ankle into shackles at the ends of a bar spreader which was
significantly wider than my everyday stance.  Completely immobilized with
my arms and legs stretched out in a giant "X" and a chain connecting my
cock to clamps on my nipples, I was now approaching my limit.  Richard put
his face close to mine and once again asked, "Are you ok?"

I found I had tears in my eyes but didn't know if it was from the pain or
the gratitude that this man was treating me with care and dignity like I
had never experienced before tonight.  Blinking the tears back, I
whispered, "Yes, Daddy, I'm good."

The next thing I saw was Richard step toward a nearby cabinet and reach for
a couple more things I couldn't make out.  He walked back in front of me
and, holding his palms out, showed me what he had retrieved...a narrow rope
of five chrome spheres ranging from small to about 2 ½" wide, spaced
about 3" apart on a rope that looked like it was about 15" inches long.  I
had heard about anal beads but had never seen them in person.  He was
carefully observing my face as he placed them on the table, reading my
mind...'You're putting those in me?' I thought to myself.  Richard, as
always, read me correctly because he nodded in the affirmative.  But then
he presented a bottle of fresh poppers that he had taken out with the beads
and said, "You've been remarkably courageous.  To reward you, I'll allow
you some poppers to go with the beads.  I think you'll find the
experience.....most pleasurable".

Before giving me a hit, he lubed his fingers, the beads, and my
hole. "Please Daddy," I implored, "lots of lube".

"Of course, son", he replied.  "I want you to enjoy this.  I'll make sure
you do."

He then picked up the poppers, uncapped them and held them to one nostril
saying, "Let's start with one hit each nostril, the first balls are pretty
small.  You can take more when the balls get more....challenging", he said
menacingly.

I took a long hit from one nostril, and exhaled fully so I could take
another deep hit from the other.  The poppers immediately began to work
their magic.  They quickly transformed the discomfort of the nipple clamps
and cock ring into erotic pleasure.  Then I felt him place the first ball
against my hole which, due to either the poppers or my rabid horniness, my
hole immediately swallowed.  "That went in easily," he laughed, "Let's go
for number 2."  The poppers were still in full effect when I felt a
somewhat larger ball pushing against my hole.  It required just a little
more effort, but it went in quickly as well.  Richard stood back and
affectionately patted my backside which, along with the pressure from
inside my rectum, made me moan.

"You like that, don't you boy?" he sneered.

"Yes daddy, please keep going." I responded.

"Another hit?" he asked.

"Yes", I almost yelled.

This time he gave me four hits, switching back and forth between my two
nostrils.  I was officially flying now. The tit clamps and cock ring now
felt like they were my tormenting lovers and I was ravenous for the next
ball invade me.  I didn't have to wait long.  Number 3 was significantly
larger than the previous one and I had to intentionally relax to allow it
to enter.  But that's what poppers are for and they did their job.  Still
higher than a kite, I begged, "Keep going, please Daddy."

Saying nothing, I felt an even larger sphere invading my rectum.  I knew I
could do this but would require me to deliberately relax.  Coincidentally,
Richard said, "Relax son, let it inside you."  Hearing his soothing voice
coax me like that was all it took and my hole miraculously stretched and
allowed it to enter.

Now with four beads, each progressively larger, extending nearly 10" into
my rectum, Richard stepped in front of me and placed his fully lubed hand
on my throbbing cock.  I thought I was going to explode. I was beyond
overstimulated.  Every sexual cell in my body was experiencing a level of
pleasure I had never remotely contemplated.  I was in a drug-like state of
euphoria.

Apparently to test my limits, Richard grabbed my engorged cock, held it and
stared straight at me.  "One more, boy?" he asked.  "Yes, please daddy.  I
can take it.  I want to make you proud." I pleaded.  That answer pleased
him, so he picked up the poppers, gave me a couple more hits, walked behind
and pressed the last and largest ball up into my hole.  It didn't seem like
I'd be able to open wide enough, but Richard's coaxing and the poppers
played with my mind.  "Relax boy, open up.  I know you can do it.  Do it
for your Daddy" he whispered in my ear.  I concentrated on one
thing...relaxing my hole.  Every time he pushed it in it went a little
deeper until finally it popped though my ring creating a sensation just
inside my rectum that was indescribably.  All five metal balls were inside
me, probably 12" deep into my gut.  The gravitational pull and pressure
from within my intestine was sublime.  All I could do was hang my head in
pure bliss.

I was so pumped and exhausted from the poppers I didn't hear or even sense
Richard walking to the front of me until I felt his lips envelop my
throbbing cock.  The feeling went through me like electricity.  Every time
Richard had taken me to a new level of bliss and every time he found a way
to take it up another notch.  His warm mouth encircled my rock-hard cock
and he relentlessly sucked, and sucked, and sucked.  As pleasurable as that
was, the distraction of being suspended with 5 chrome balls up my rectum
prevented me from cumming.  That was a relief because I knew what would
happen if I came without his permission.

Pulling his mouth off my engorged cock, he reached through my legs and gave
the chain hanging out of my hole a final tug and said, "Let's get those out
of you".  He offered me the popper bottle one last time which was a good
thing because the removal was every bit as intense (and pleasurable) as the
entry.

Still hanging from the ceiling like a giant "X" he came face to face with
me and said, "Jarod, you're making me proud.  But we have another important
step to take, even more challenging than the last.  Are you willing to go
forward?"

How could I say `no' I thought.  What he had just put me through was the
sexual experience of a lifetime...my lifetime anyway.  And, more
importantly, he was doing this to help me heal.  Without hesitation, I
enthusiastically answered, "Yes, Daddy!"

End of Chapter 9