Date: Wed, 17 Apr 2019 21:55:56 +0000
From: Tiao Wu <hjk7359@hotmail.com>
Subject: Here Cums the Neighborhood - Part 18

Chapter 18 - Complacence

Cheers rang through the air, mixing with the powerful punches of splashing
water. Parents screamed different names; Coaches shouted different
commands. I always appreciated the fact that people would scream and cheer
at swim meets, but the amount that you could actually hear while you were
powering through the water was very little.

I slung my bag back over my shoulder, and quickly darted over to Coach
Scott who was stoically focused on the race that was happening before
him. A race that I was supposed to be swimming in right now: the 400m
relay. I checked the line of eights waiting their turn to dive in. Mayo was
last, looking my way judgmentally, Martinez was in front him not paying me
any attention, and Jeffries, a slower swimmer than me, was in my spot. I'd
been replaced. Replaced by someone much slower than me.

I approached Coach Scott, my breath labored from nerves and
anxiety. "Coach!" I shouted.

"You're late," he said, not looking in my direction.

"I know. I know. I'm so sorry. We got stuck in--"

"Get dressed," he snapped. "I changed the lineup. You're swimming with the
seventh graders today." My heart sunk. I'd been demoted. I was supposed to
swim the 400m relay and a round of 25m, 50m, and 100m sprints. Now I wasn't
even sure if I'd get to do those same races. I walked away from Coach
toward the locker room, dejectedly. I could feel tears welling up in my
eyes, but I knew I couldn't let anyone see me cry.

After changing into my swimsuit, I went back outside. Our team won the 400m
relay, and I could see Coach cheerfully celebrating with Mayo and the rest
of the team. I avoided the crowd and went to find the schedule. I found
Coach's clipboard resting with the rest of our teams gear outside. There
was my name "Smalls, S." crossed out with two lines of pen. I gulped down
my emotion and saw where my name was. I was now doing the 100m relay with
four other "Sevies", what the eighth graders call us, and whom I'd even
referred to from time to time. The lineup was not good. I was with three
newer additions to the team. Coach was putting me into a situation that I
was probably not going to be able to pull off. I searched for my name
elsewhere on the list. I was nowhere to be found. Not a single seed in a
sprint, not even a distance swim.

This was my punishment. I'd let him and the team down, and now I was going
to have to sit on the sidelines.

"Sebastian!" I heard Curt's voice to my side. "Where've you been? Coach was
really mad earlier!" I pictured Coach angry with me, talking about me as
though I was this mistake he'd made.

"I was at that stupid photography thing," I pouted. "It's all my mother's
fault. We'd have been on time if my dad had taken me!" I thought about what
I'd said, and if it was really true. Sure, going to the photography studio
made it difficult getting here when I would have wanted to. Camera flashes
illuminated the corners of my brain. I could see the face of the
photographer, twisting with a confused euphoria. His small and tight chest
clenching with each intense moment that I slammed my ass against his hips,
encouraging him to fuck me harder. Our moans flooding the bizarre setting
of the studio. Cum flying from my cock.

How much could I really blame my mother this time.

"I'm sure it'll be okay," Curt shrugged. His words of comfort were nice to
hear, but all I wanted to do was go home. Maybe even quit the team. It was
clear that Coach Scott didn't want anything to do with me. I had to wonder
if I was of any use to him at all now.

The time finally came for the Sevies and I to do our race. I only knew one
of the people in the race, since I'd been spending most of my time
practicing with the Eights. The kid I knew, Collins, got tired pretty
easily. Didn't really seem like he exercised as hard as the rest of
us. Soft around the bones. The other two--Reynolds and McDough--were also
not as motivated. I felt like a sled dog teamed up with dachshunds.

"Alright guys, I think I should go last. I can close any gaps that we might
get in the first couple of passes," I said. I knew it sounded harsh, but I
wanted us to win. Currently the line-up was Reynolds, Collins, Me, and
McDough. McDough shrugged his shoulders and traded places with me.

"What're y'all doin'?" I heard Coach's voice behind us.

"I was just moving to last so that I can pass up anyone we might be
behind," I explained, trying to be polite.

"I make the lineups, Smalls. Get yer asses in the right order," he said,
before storming off. I gritted my teeth. McDough got behind me, without
batting an eye.

Collins climbed up to the starting block and prepared to dive in on the
signal. When the whistle was blown, the starting swimmers pushed off the
blocks, with Collins a bit delayed on his jump. I cringed at his entry. Not
smooth, a bit sloppy, and his dolphin kick form was hardly well-formed.

Reynolds climbed up the ladder to take Collins place. I could tell that
Reynolds felt bad. There was urgency in his eyes before he pulled his
goggles across his forehead.

One by one the other swimmers launched off the blocks, indicating that
their teammate had completed their 100 meters and tagged the wall. Reynolds
was still in his starting position after the other teams had already sent
out their second swimmer. Finally, Reynolds pushed off the block, flying
into the water wildly. Sloppy, but I appreciated the enthusiasm.

"Sorry about this," McDough mumbled behind me. "I know you're used to doing
really good."

"Hey, we got this," I said encouragingly. I pulled my goggles over my eyes
before climbing the ladder. My eyes scanned the water watching Reynolds
crawl through his laps. I wanted to just take over his body just for this
lap so I could catch us up. Collins weakly pulled himself out of the water.

"How're we doin'?" he asked out of breath.

"Last," McDough said without emotion.

"Aw man," Collins whined.

"Don't worry guys, we can still catch up!" I said, psyching myself up.

"Whatever you say, Smalls," Collins said before beginning to towel
off. Reynolds was definitely faster than Collins and was closing up some of
the space between some of the other swimmers. By the time he was making his
return, swimmers were beginning to jump into their third lap. My heart
raced with frustrated anticipation. I shook my legs, loosening them up. As
Reynolds was approaching, I saw that he passed up two swimmers. Awesome, I
thought, just five more. I can do this. The swimmer in the lane next to me
leapt into the water almost doing a belly flop, and another to my right had
a similarly terrible entry. This gave me hope as I started to assume that
maybe some of these teams put their strongest first, and now we have a
chance to catch up.

"You got this Smalls!" I heard McDough call behind me.

"Go Sebastian!" I heard Curt as Reynolds got closer. Right as Reynolds was
half a meter away from the wall, I surged off the block, making a perfect
entry into the pool. The sound of water pounding at all directions around
me, reminded me of a warzone. My eyes darted all around me as I dolphin
kicked my legs, sending me halfway down the pool like a torpedo. I passed
up two more swimmers who had already begun to surface just in these five
seconds. Only three ahead of us. I tilted my body so that I began to head
to toward the surface of the pool. My head broke through the water and my
ears flooded with the sounds of cheering and demands from all round me. I
focused on the task at hand: closing the gaps between these swimmers. My
arms cut through the water as though it were air, and my legs whipped
through the pool as though I were flying. I remained focused on reaching
the end of the first 50 meters before checking to see what place we were
in. As the wall approached, I tucked into my stomach, before somersaulting
into my return. In my dolphin kick I glanced around, and I noticed that
only one swimmer was ahead of me. I refrained from smiling and remained
focused on trying to catch that one person standing between me and
redemption with Coach Scott. As my legs began to burn with fatigue, I tried
to focus on Coach's dick, gulping down his meat as though my life depended
on it. As my lungs stung with need, I focused on Coach's cock slamming into
my ass, sending a fiery chill throughout my body.

I resurfaced and heard once again the cacophonous noise of cheering and
excitement. I continued to focus on my goal of closing the gap between me
and this one final swimmer. I pounded into the water as though I were a
machine. As the wall approached, I heard McDough splash behind me just as I
swung my arm around to hit the edge of the pool. Awesome timing.

My head broke through the surface of the water. I looked all around me:
five swimmers still haven't dived into their final push. Just our team, and
the team at the far left of the pool. My arms shook as I pulled myself out
of the water. Reynolds grabbed me by under my arms, slapping me on the
back. I could barely understand him as I struggled to regain my footing. My
throat burned as I gulped down chlorinated air.

I turned to face the race. Collins, Reynolds, and I screamed our way
through the rest of McDough's final push. He was sloppy in his movements,
flailing through the water, rather than swimming, but he was trying. Trying
harder than I'd ever seen him, swimming as though a shark was after
him. The remaining swimmers took their dives into the water. Our team and
our competition had a considerable lead a head of the final five
swimmers. McDough made a strong tuck and roll, pushing back toward the
finish, but his opponent was just slightly better, and more perpendicular
to the wall. McDough straightened himself out and every inch he made closer
to the finish, each gap that grew and receded between he and his
competition wasn't just getting a medal in this petty scrimmage swim meet,
it was feeling the force of my coach's dick driving into my hole. It was
hearing my coach's voice wail my name as he fucked me into oblivion. I had
to have him back.

In the final meters, the distance between McDough and his opponent was
coming down to mere inches. We splashed the water to signal him to push as
hard as he could to final wall. My heart was racing as I knew how much was
on the line with McDough's performance. My eyes darted back and forth
between McDough easing his way to the finish, and his opponent who didn't
seem to be far apart.

"YEAHH!!!" Reynold's and Collin's voices shouted, and as I looked to my
left, the other team also jumped to their feet. It was too close to
call. McDough's face emerged from the water, his cheeks flushed, a mist
spraying from his lips with each hissing breath he took. A ref, after
carefully considering both teams, signaled his arm to our opposing team
signaling that they were first. We were second. My heart sank. We were so
close.

I reached in and help McDough come out of the pool.

"Sorry, guys," I said mournfully. "I coulda been a bit quicker on the
return."

"You kidding?" Collins shouted. "You were great!"

"Yeah," Reynolds chimed in, "We've never placed before in any of our
practices!" Their faces seemed so happy and excited.

"You're first placing, too, Smalls," Reynolds mentioned. "With Birchwood, I
mean."

"Yeah," I smiled feebly. "Yeah, you're right. Awesome job, guys," I said
patting everyone on the shoulder. I looked around, but Coach wasn't
anywhere in sight, so there was no telling if he'd even seen our
performance or not. The rush of the race slowly dissipated, and the next
race was quickly set up, erasing the thrill of the previous one. The
scrimmage continued, and I went into the locker room to get changed.

For the rest of the meet, I stood on the sidelines, watching other swimmers
swim my races, earning times that I know I could beat, making mistakes I
knew I wouldn't have made. The swim cap had completely messed up the
haircut I'd gotten earlier that morning. I tried to make glances at Coach
Scott whenever I saw him nearby, but he was ignoring me.

By the end of the meet, it was clear that our school was going to win
overall, taking home multiple placings, our swim times consistently higher
than the other schools. A number of our swimmers started to pack up and go
home with their parents. I'd told mine to come later so that I could stay
after with Coach Scott for maybe an hour or two. Now I would just be
waiting all of that extra time.

I sat on the bench outside the public pool waiting for Dad to come and pick
me up. I waved by to other swimmers, talked to some of the parents,
especially McDough's who were excited to have their son show some
accomplishment today. They credited me with catching up our team, which
felt good. There was only one person I really wanted that approval from
though.

Eventually, Coach Scott walked out of the gate of the public pool with
Mayo. Mayo's face was red, and his hair was damp. I'm sure that he had just
come from the showers, and maybe he was getting a sunburn, but I couldn't
help but jump to conclusions. A jealous needling pricked my insides. I kept
visualizing Mayo's stupid face inches from Coach's cock, him wincing
uncomfortably as Coach tried to fuck him like he fucks me.

"Later, sir," he said, walking toward the parking lot. "Maybe you'll learn
to get a watch next time, Smalls," he said, his voice dripping with
malice. I rolled my eyes, cussing softly under my breath.

Coach Scott stood for a bit fiddling with his keys. I turned to face him.

"I'm sorry that I was late, Coach," I said somberly. "It was an
accident. It won't happen again."

"Your hair's shorter," he commented, off-handedly.

"Uh...um yeah, it is," I responded. Coach ran his tongue along his teeth,
thinking about what to say next.

"So, is this going to be a regular thing? Late for an important meet
because you're too busy being a model?" he asked bitterly. I winced at
this. I couldn't imagine what the rest of the team must have thought of
me. Too-good for them. Getting dolled up. A model.

"I'm not a model," I reassured him. "No. No, I don't think it's going to be
a regular thing," I said, my head hanging a bit. "I'm glad we won,
though. That's good," I said, hopefully.

"Humph," he said. "My teams don't win. They dominate."

"I'm just saying. I thought you might be proud of us," I mumbled.

Coach took two big steps before standing directly in front of me. In a
flash, Coach Scott, tugged on the waistband of his sweat pants. His soft
dick spilled forth, swinging inches before my face. My eyes widened and my
eyes quickly checked to see if anyone was watching.

"C-coach," I stammered. Coach's hand grabbed the back of my head and pulled
me into his waist, my face pressing against Coach's cock. "M-m-mph, what're
you doing?" I squirmed. His fingers gripped my hair, my scalp stinging with
pain.

"Take a good look at it, Smalls," he said softly. "Remember that word I
told you all about? That word that I hate?"

"Nnngh," I whimpered. Coach grabbed my head more forcefully. The warm pink
of Coach's cock was almost an angry shade of red. I glanced at his face. A
vein formed in his forehead.

"Complacency," he grumbled. "Satisfied with just meeting the bare
minimum. That there isn't any more work to be done." I just allowed Coach's
cock to press against my cheek, feeling the searing hot warmth of his dick
against me. "So take a good look, Smalls." His hand twisted my head,
rubbing his dick along the length of my face. "Smell it," he instructed. I
took a deep breath. His sweaty musk from being in the sun all day was
intoxicating. "Open yer mouth, and taste it," he spat. My jaw lowered
instinctively, and Coach's soft meat poured into my mouth. My mouth
salivated as I took Coach into me. Coach gripped my head even more
tightly. Tears welled in my eyes from lack of air as well as pain.

"Nnnghgn," I gagged with satisfaction, drinking my coach's spectrum of
salty and tangy flavor.

"Get yer fill," he said. "'Cause yer grounded until further notice." Coach
pulled his cock away from me, a web of spit spewed from my mouth. Coach
tucked his dick back into his pants and turned on his heel. Coach Scott
walked away, leaving me in a state of stunned stupor. My lips still parted,
Coach's taste still lingering on my tongue.

*

I spent the rest of the weekend actually trying to focus on my homework. My
mother was working steadily on the new campaign that I was to be featured
in. No news about the photographer and I's tryst in the studio, so I
assumed everything was going fine there. Dad was trying to repair an old
armoire that he picked up at a dump--figured if he could make it look new
he could make at least half-a-grand out of it. Even during his work, I
tried to distract him.

"Can I suck you off while you stain these panels?" I asked like a kid
trying to ask for a new toy.

"Not now, Seb," he said as he carefully made sure to make even strokes
along the wood.

"Hmmm," I grumbled. "Can I at least se-e-e-e it?" I asked, begging. My dad
sighed in response.

"You know the rules. When your mom's home, no foolin' around," he said
sternly. "Why don't you ask Lisa to help you with your homework?"

"Ugh, no way," I said. "I can do it myself."

Lisa had her door closed as usual, listening to music, or looking through
magazines. I was surprised that she hadn't gotten a boyfriend, but I knew
in time that it would happen. Lisa was new in town, and pretty enough to be
noticed. I could tell that my mother hated it. Maybe she longed to be
desired, too, like when she was younger. Maybe that was why she was so
determined to have this abstinence program be successful.

I sighed in frustration. My brain started to wander in times like these. I
had my desk sloppily organized with my homework laid out. All of it due
after the weekend. For math: pages 14-20. I would do that first, since it
seemed easy. For science: diagramming the parts of an animal cell. For
English: annotate another Emily Dickinson poem. I was beginning to wonder
if we would ever learn about anything else, other than Emily Dickinson. All
I could focus on was the name of the poet. Emily
Dickinson. Dick-in-son. Dick.

"Rrrrrgh," I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my eyes frustratedly. My cock
twitched in my shorts. I wanted to punch myself in the dick. Something,
anything to keep myself focused. I did my best to ignore my cock's
incessant nagging, longing for my touch. I raced through the math problems,
trying to focus on the numbers and the sounds of my pencil scratching
against paper. With each finished problem, I could only picture
Mr. Flores's kind and smiling face. Youthful, yet scraggly with curly dark
hair. Imagining what his thin body must look like naked.

"Unnngh," I groaned in agony. What I wouldn't do for a meaty cock pounding
me from behind right now. My hand trembled as I tried to finish my math
homework, trying to show my work, just like Mr. Flores told us to. I
fantasized about Mr. Flores keeping me after class, approaching my desk,
and fishing out a thick and juicy dick for me to play with. I could
practically smell him as he guided his cock down my throat.

"Fuck," I whispered, slamming my pencil down on my desk. I tried getting up
and walking around, trying to think about anything but sex, but just the
sensation of my cock brushing against my underwear was stimulating enough
to distract me.

"Okay," I said to myself. "I'll finish this science homework, and then I'll
bust a nut." I sat back down on my chair, setting aside my math homework
that on second examination, became progressively sloppy as I continued each
problem. I pulled out the worksheet that Mr. George assigned to us. A blank
animal cell with lines pointing to it. I opened my science textbook to
"Chapter 2: Organelles and Cell Structure." The microscopic pictures of
cells, blood-streams, and skeletons all had me thinking about the task at
hand. Despite my brain trying to associate everything with sex, I was doing
my best to stay focused. I quickly matched each organelle with what was
depicted in the diagrams in my book. Nucleus, ribosome, endoplasmic
reticulum. The names seemed to get longer and longer. I started to hear my
science teacher, Mr. George's, voice in my head explaining it, just as
though I were in class.

"An animal cell has a cell membrane, but a plant cell has a cell wall. This
allows nutrients to stay stored inside the plant, letting it grow longer
without the need for constant energy."

His voice was powerful and commanded attention, the mark of a football
coach who spent half his school days having to project to rowdy teens.

I pictured him standing near me, checking over my work as I completed
it. Mr. George was the oldest teacher at my school, but could have taken
anyone in a wrestling match, even Mr. Sands, the vice principal who served
in the Marines. I could practically feel warmth radiating off of him as he
rested his hand on the edge of my lab table. My ear only inches from his
Birchwood Middle Football T-shirt. I imagined his powerful hand resting in
the middle of my chest, his thumb and pinky grazing my nipples as he slid
his hand down my stomach.

"I think you're starting to get it," his voice trickled like warm water
down my neck. His fingers slid between the waistband of my shorts, fondling
my cock. Trembling breath escaped my lips. Mr. George gripped my boy cock
in his giant hand, milking a glimmer of precum with just one firm stroke. I
imagined what he must look like naked: a brick house of muscle, towering
over me, a swinging dick between thick thighs, decorated in wild grey hair,
nipples the size of silver dollars.

"Ffffuck," I whispered again, feeling the sensation of Mr. George's fingers
travelling to my hole, sliding one massive finger in at a time. I imagined
his fingers inside of me resembling a hard cock--I made a note to look
closely at Mr. George's fingers next time I was in his class.

"Your asshole is so warm," he muttered as one by one he slipped his fingers
inside of me, searching inside of my ass for my prostate.

"Oh yeah, Mr. George," I whimpered. "Fuck me. Fuck me," I felt a powerful
punch against my prostate. Mr. George's forearm and bicep twitched with
each prodding of my hole. "Unnnngh, yeah Mr. George. You're gonna...you're
gonna make me cum," I squeaked helplessly.

"Yeah, cum for me," I heard his voice encouraging me, his fingers twiddling
inside of me more fervently. "Show me that warm load, kid," he whispered
huskily.

"NNNNNGH YEAH!" I whined as cum flew from my cock, covering my chest and
stomach in three quick jets. My vision shimmered in starry delight as my
toes curled tightly inside of my shoes. My back arched as I straddled my
science teacher's thick arm as he continued fingering me unforgivingly,
pumping cum out of my cock with each powerful jab against my
prostate. "Mmmmmmph," I shuddered as the final drops of cum seeped from my
dick, leaving me in a weary state of relaxation.

"Time for dinner," Mr. George whispered gruffly into my ear.

"Mmmmm, yes, Mr. George, feed me your cock," I whined.

"Time for dinner!" My eyes fluttered, and I was transported back into the
dim light of my bedroom. My legs were spread widely, and my feet were
perched on the edge of my desk. Three of my fingers were lodged in my ass,
and my T-shirt was covered in white cum. "Let's go, you two!" My dad's
voice called from downstairs. I weakly retreated my fingers from my ass and
waddled over to my closet to find a different shirt to wear. My cock was
still fully erect as I tried taming it before putting on a different pair
of shorts.

"This is torture," I grumbled.

*

If being at home was torture, school was hell.

With Coach Scott grounding me, I only had two avenues for cock: Mr. McCook
and Mr. Sands, both of which were suddenly becoming busier.

"We're a little behind right now, Mr. Smalls," Mr. McCook said when I came
by his office. Even after all of my best efforts--hiding under his desk,
running my bare ass along his thigh, sitting on his desk with my hole
inches from his face--it was as if work was becoming too stressful for
him. "P-please Sebastian," he said as his phone rang. "Mr. McCook?
Yes...yes, I know," he sounded hurried. He hung up the phone, shaking his
head. "I'm sorry, Sebastian. I have to get back to this," he shook his head
reluctantly. I would leave his office dejected with only more homework of
my own to catch up with.

Mr. Sands was no different. In fact, I could hardly find Mr. Sands
anywhere. I would wander the hallway a bit too long, expecting Mr. Sands to
show up eventually, but some other teacher would usually direct me back to
class. It seemed like he was taking on new responsibilities. Directing car
traffic in the morning, monitoring the ISS room, anything to keep himself
busy. Was he avoiding me? Was he intentionally trying to keep his attention
on work?

A week after the swim meet, I was growing more and more desperate. Dad was
blowing me off since my mother was almost always home when he was, my
teachers were either upset with me or too busy. I'd hit a dry spell,
excusing myself to use the restroom almost every class period to beat
off. I was growing more fidgety and restless. I would breathe a sigh of
relief if the class was interactive since that would distract me from the
raging boner that I carried between my legs.

On a Friday morning, Dad was driving me to school and I finally opened up
to him.

"Dad?" I asked him, after dropping off Lisa at her Birchwood High School.

"What is it, Seb?" he asked groggily. Dad had the finished armoire in the
back of the truck and was planning on selling it to a buyer early this
morning.

"I know I shouldn't ask, on a count of I ask every day, but--"

"I'm tryin' Seb, I really am," he said, rubbing his eyes. We sat in silence
for a while as we continued our drive to my school.

"It's just that...I'm really horny, Dad. It's been days since--"

"Well, I don't know what t'tell ya, son. Jack off like the rest of us," he
snapped. "Sorry...didn't mean to get short..." I shifted in my seat.

"It's okay," I mumbled. I watched the sunrise out of the passenger window,
my backpack resting on my feet.

"It's been a long time for me, too, son," he said. "Not since that night in
the bed of the pick-up," he said smirking, looking my way.

"Uggggggh, Dad, come on. Can't you just fuck me right now? Ple-e-e-ease!" I
squirmed in my seat; my cock as hard as a rock in my shorts.

"Can't let ya be late to school. Yer mom's still got me in the doghouse
from that last time you got in trouble, remember?" How could I forget?
Running away to the farmer's yard, getting picked up by a police officer,
and causing the neighborhood to have their eyes on us: the new neighbors. I
sighed and leaned my head against the window. "Hey," he said softly. I
looked in his direction. "Why don't I try to pick you up early from school?
I'll tell your mother that your English teacher--what's her name--?"

"Mrs. Lewis," I said with disdain in my voice.

"Mrs. Lewis is having a parent-teacher conference with me," he said.

"Yeah?" I said excitedly.

"And that we're having a father-son dinner to talk about your behavior," he
added.

"Yeah, Dad, I've been really bad. Hope you can teach me a lesson," I said
lasciviously.

"Hmph, don't get too excited. I said I'd try," he said coyly.

"I can't wait, Dad!" I felt as though I could breathe. Already I was
imagining what we could do in an hour, maybe even two. "Do you know what
time to come get me?"

"Uh, I dunno, two-thirty?" he asked.

"Nope, two o'clock," I said. I lied and said it was earlier, but he
wouldn't know the difference.

"Don't hold me to it. I said I'd try," Dad said as he pulled into my
school. My eyes ran along his arms, admiring his chest. It took everything
I had to not jump on him right then and there. Dad pulled up to the curb
and put his truck into park.

"I'll see you later, Dad!" I said with excitement.

"Be good," he called after me as I swung my backpack around my shoulders. I
closed the door after me and headed off to school.

The day seemed to drag on. Slower than any other school day. In math the
only thing keeping me in the room and paying attention was Mr. Flores's
tight gray school-spirit shirt. Never had I had such a clear look at his
body, and it was everything that I wanted it to be. His chest puffed
outward as he took in deep breaths before giving instructions, pit-stains
dimpling beneath his shoulders. His nipples poked sharply at the peak of
his pecs. I could only picture what was beneath those clothes. As he
reached for pieces of chalk and scribbled numbers on his chalkboard, I
focused on his tiny ass wiggle and shake with each stroke, his obliques
winging along his back. He was lean, and all I wanted was to watch him
remove his shirt as the classroom grew hotter and hotter. But something
about Mr. Flores demanded respect, despite the giggles from the front row
coming from girls as they watched him teach, despite my unruly lust that I
had toward him, despite his kind face. I wanted him to think of me as his
best student. Perhaps that kept me from pressing him, his innocence that I
respected.

By the time I'd reached English my cock and balls felt about five pounds
heavier. I needed to release. To let out my pent-up sexual energy. Without
a call from Mr. McCook, I had no reason to go to the office. Coach Scott
still refused to acknowledge me in last-period athletics or swim
practice. All I could do was sit tight and hope that my dad would pick me
up earlier than he said he would. I wasn't sure how much longer I could
wait.

I zoned out listening to Mrs. Lewis go over the parts of speech for what
seemed like the tenth time. I glanced at the clock, noticing that it was
around the time that I typically went to Coach Scott's office. I gripped
the edge of my desk uncomfortably, shifting in my seat.

Mrs. Lewis finally directed us to work in our grammar workbooks.

"Pages 34-36, the section about past tense verbs," she instructed. As I
flipped to the page, I saw my handwriting had already covered these
pages. My eyebrows lifted. Had I already completed this and not known it?
Maybe I did the wrong assignment. Maybe this would be an excuse to leave? I
pretended to work for a few minutes, writing over my handwriting. Then I
adjusted my erection and brought my work up to Mrs. Lewis's desk.

"I finished; can I use the restroom?" I showed Mrs. Lewis my workbook. She
eyed the pages, and then gave a look of sourness at me.

"Fine. Be quick," she said tersely. I set the workbook down on my desk
before quickly walking out of the room. I sped over to the gym, my heart
racing with nerves. Surely after a week, Coach Scott would need me back, I
thought. Pushing open the double doors to the empty gym, that instant smell
of musk and sweat hit me. My dick ached with need, and the closer I got to
Coach's office, the more aroused I seemed to get. I walked silently down
the steps into the boy's locker room. As I got lower into the room, I heard
a distant noise that sounded similar to a washing machine rattling along
the floor. In the locker room, I noticed that the noise was coming from
Coach's office door. Normally, his door was open, so to see it closed made
me think that he wasn't here. As I got closer to the door, the rattling
noise got louder. With each step I started deciphering more and more of
what was happening behind that door.

"Mmmmph....rrrrrrngh," I heard the low and steady voice of my swim
coach. "Take this dick, boy," he growled. I stepped closer, pressing my ear
against the door. "Rrrrr fuck yeah," he hissed. I peered between the crack
of the door in an attempt to see what was happening. When I did, I
instantly regretted it.

Coach Scott fully naked was facing away from the door, his pink ass
jiggling with each pelvic thrust he was making on what apparently was his
new favorite swimmer. His muscled back rippled as he plowed into him. I
knew I needed to turn away before I saw anymore, and the knot in my throat
grew any larger. Suddenly, I saw the face behind the person getting fucked
by my coach.

"Errrrngh, yeah, fuck me Coach." A voice that I knew all too well. Cole
Mayo. His bowl cut was stringy with sweat, one leg propped up on Coach's
desk, and the other foot planted on the ground, taking Coach Scott from
behind. I felt like screaming. I felt like barging in and showing them both
that I what Coach Scott really wanted. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Cole
whistled softly in a high pitch squeal. I couldn't take any more of it. I
turned and walked away, hearing the sounds of Coach Scott and Cole Mayo's
sex getting softer and softer.

As I exited the gym, I knew that I wouldn't be able to show my face back in
class because I was fully crying. Sobbing uncontrollably. I'd never felt
anything like it before. Coach Scott was first and foremost my coach. He
was supposed to help me get better at my sport. He was supposed to stick up
for me when I was down. Now I could see that all I really was, was a toy to
play with. A part of me understood this, especially in the throes of some
of the wilder moments we spent with each other. But I loved it. I loved
being manhandled, being spat on by him, being used as a hole for my coach's
pleasure.

But I also wanted to be the only one to experience it. I didn't understand
how I could be exchanged so easily, so thoughtlessly. For the first time in
my life, I understood how it felt to be scorned and cheated. Every time I
closed my eyes, all I could see was Mayo's face scrunched in pleasure,
taking Coach Scott's cock, reaping the benefits of something that was
supposed to be mine. All I could think about was how much more Coach liked
Mayo than me. How easily replaceable I was.

I hung my head, letting tears drop to the floor, sniveling. I was furious
with myself. I couldn't go two hours without getting some dick, and now I'm
going to pay for it for the rest of the time I plan on swimming.

"Sebastian?" I heard a voice. I jolted to attention, and through my watery
eyes I saw the blurry figure of Mr. Flores approaching me. "Is everything
okay, bud?" The warmth and kindness behind his voice caused me to break
into another sob.

"I-I'm fine," I whimpered.

"Ha-ha, you're obviously not fine," he said having a seat next to me on the
bench. "What's going on?"

"I...*sniff*...I'm just going through a lot," I said, wiping my eyes.

"I'm sorry, Sebastian," he rested his hand on my back. "It can be hard
being your age." I nodded agreeing that it was hard. "I can only imagine
what you're going through." Some silence passed by as I regained my
composure. "Do you wanna talk about it?" His hand remained on my back. I
thought about how exactly I was going to explain what was happening. I was
late for a swim meet because I was modeling at a studio, and the
photographer was fucking me. Now I'm off the eighth-grade team, and my
coach is fucking my worst enemy? And I'm horny? And frustrated? There was
no way I could say any of that.

"I just want to do well on the swim team. Coach Scott is frustrated with
me."

"Frustrated? I've heard you're pretty fast. What could he be frustrated
about?" he asked. I thought hard about what to say again.

"He says I've gotten complacent, so now I have to swim with the seventh
graders," I explained.

"But you ARE a seventh grader," he smiled kindly. He bumped into me
playfully with his elbow and shoulder, I smiled as I caught my balance.

"I know. I just want to do my best," I sniffed again.

"Well, you still have the rest of the year to make it up to the team. To
Coach Scott," he explained. "Give it time. He'll realize that he's been
missing out on a talented guy!" I couldn't help but hear Mr. Flores's
advice and read into it different, but I understood what he was saying.

"Yeah, I guess," I said. "Thanks, Mr. Flores."

"No problem, Sebastian," he said, lifting his arm and pulling me in for a
side hug as we sat on the bench, gently rubbing my right shoulder. I caught
a strong whiff of Mr. Flores's scent, like baked bread. "I'll give you a
moment to feel better," he said, standing up. He stretched with his arms
high above his head. I watched as his T-shirt slowly slid up his waist
revealing a patch of black belly hair. My eyes zoomed right in on it. I
could only imagine how much hair Mr. Flores had covering his chest and
stomach. I shook my head to try to keep it out of my head.

"Thanks again," I said softly.

"You're welcome. Have a good weekend!" he called. Just hearing Mr. Flores's
voice made me feel better. I began to think about my plan to get Coach back
on my side. He seemed to value hard work, and above all: not being
complacent. I would just have to show that I was the best. I knew that I
was. I was faster than any of the eighth graders.

Suddenly, I heard the double doors open and saw Cole Mayo hobbling
slightly. I imagined that Coach was used to working with an ass that could
take anything. Mayo winced a bit as he walked down the stairs.

"You look sore. Leg day?" I asked congenially.

"The fuck you know about leg day," he muttered running his fingers through
his hair.

"I remember when Coach had us do that leg workout. It was hard at first,
but I got used to it pretty quick!" I beamed. "Just gotta remember to
breathe, and then it's easy," I said.

"Fuck you," he said, walking away stiffly. I observed his uncomfortable
walk. After getting fucked by Coach, I always felt like I could walk on
air. Like secret powers had awakened within me. Mayo was definitely not as
experienced. I wondered how Coach Scott felt. I wondered what he was doing
now.

Once I no longer could see Mayo, I headed back to English before the bell
rang for lunch. I tried to focus on my dad and how we were going to get to
have fun today, ending this long dry spell.

*

After lunch I headed to Mr. George's health class. Part of me was worried
that if a wind blew the wrong way, I'd collapse into an orgasm-ridden
fit. I prayed that we would have a sub so that I wouldn't have to look at
Mr. George and his titanic body. That I wouldn't have to control myself.

As the class started to fill up, I took my usual seat with Curt. He had his
homework out on his desk, trying to quickly finish it before the bell
rang. I opened up my notebook for health and science and pulled out the
homework that we were assigned.

"Dang, Sebastian, you actually did your homework? Lemme copy it!" he said
reaching for it. I snatched it away before he could get it. "Hey, come on!"
he whined.

"No, Curt. I can't get caught doing anything bad at school. I gotta get
back on the swim team."

"Shuddup, you're already on the team, you just got demoted," he reached out
his hand again, and this time he was able to get it.

"Hey!" I said trying to grab it back.

"Ha-ha, thanks Seb," he smiled as he scribbled down answers onto his own
page. The bell chimed and everyone rushed to their seats before Mr. George
entered the room.

"Alright everyone!" he called us to attention. I could feel the vibrations
of Mr. George's voice behind my ribs. I shuddered, trying to control my
oversensitive body. I hadn't cum once all day when I was used to cumming at
least 4-5 times by now. I was an irritable wreck. "Start passing up your
homework. Let's see how well you were able to keep track of how many
calories you eat in a week."

"Huh?" Curt asked looking at me.

"You're copying my science homework. This is health," I smiled
sympathetically.

"Ugh...seriously?" he said miserably. Before I knew it, Mr. George was
standing near us. "Um, Mr. George, I don't have--"

"Yeah, yeah, what else is new?" Mr. George seemed in a grumpy
mood. Distant, as though something was bothering him, but I wasn't sure
what. "Smalls?" he looked at me. His eyes seemed tired.

"Here you go, Mr. George," I said, handing him my work.

"Glad to see you keeping up," he said genuinely pleased. "Hope it lasts." I
smiled at him gently.

Suddenly, the intercom came on over the low chatter.

"Mr. George?" Mr. George sighed, almost as though he was anticipating the
interruption.

"...Yes?" he called to the speaker.

"Can you release Sebastian Smalls for an early dismissal?" A knot pulsed
through my gut; my veins shot with excitement.

"At least it's not the principal," he said in a low voice as though it were
a private comment to me. A couple of kids snickered overhearing him. "If
it's not one thing, it's another, huh Sebastian?"

"I guess," I shrugged. "C-can I be excused?" I asked, hardly able to
contain himself.

"Yes, be safe this weekend," he added. I shot up from my seat and
practically bolted to the door in a sprint.

I dashed down the hallway to my locker, my hand fumbling with the
lock. Images of my father cycled through my head, different flashes of his
naked body over-taking mine, his cock, his ass, his chest, his face. I
could practically taste his cock, his cock after being stuffed in my ass,
his tongue, his skin, his cum. I finally got my locker open and yanked my
backpack from the metal hooks inside. I darted toward the office where I
was expecting my dad to be waiting for me so that we could leave together.

Once I pushed open the doors, I looked around and he was nowhere to be
found, just the office staff working the way the regularly did. I
approached the front desk where the secretary was sitting, nonchalantly
staring at a computer screen. She didn't notice me standing in front of
her, and out of impatience, I cleared my throat. Her eyebrows raised
indicating that she heard me and that she knew that I was standing there. I
took a glimpse at her screen and saw that she was playing Solitaire.

"Um, is my dad here to pick me up?" I asked, anxiety and lust wringing out
my voice.

"Hmm?" she asked.

"My dad. Is he here to pick me up?" I said a bit louder in case she
couldn't hear me. I was dying inside. You're taking valuable time away from
me and my dad, lady! I screamed in my head.

"Name?" she said monotonously.

"Sebastian. Smalls," I said slowly. She typed without urgency on her
keyboard, lighting up a couple of windows on the monitor.

"Yes. He's outside," she droned on. "He said to let you know that he's
driving a green sedan."

"Uh, okay," I said. I signed the clipboard with my name and the time I was
leaving school, shrugging off the idea that my dad would not be picking me
up in one of our cars. Maybe the old truck finally broke down having to tow
that armoire in the back? Whatever. He could've picked me up in a John
Deere tractor for all I cared.

I burst out of the front office and sped over to the car pickup area. Sure
enough there was a green sedan right up front. It looked a bit older, so it
definitely wasn't a new car. I also didn't see anyone in the driver's seat
as I got closer. Something felt off. I pulled on the handle and the door
clicked open. A stale smell exited the car. Weird, I thought. Not even the
trash in the backseat resembled anything familiar.

Suddenly an arm wearing a black sleeve swung around my neck and around my
waist lifting me up.

"NNNGH!" I winced. I tried to turn around but all I could see was a black
ski-mask. "MMPH!" I squeaked. I struggled to break free, my legs kicked in
all directions. My eyes darted around my surroundings trying desperately to
find someone, anyone who could have seen what was happening. My backpack
fell to the ground, and against my back I could feel the firmness of this
person's chest and stomach. Despite the fear I was experiencing, my
erection still raged forth, unable to tell the difference between the
physical connection of sex and force.

"MMMMMPH!" I tried to scream, but nothing would come out. My body started
to relax, and colors began to cloud my vision. The person's arm gripped me
tighter, like a boa constrictor. My breath became sharp. Finally my body
went limp. I could only feel the slight support of hands beneath my
armpits. I faintly heard the slam of a car door and the rumble of a car
engine.

*

Missing: Day 1

Everything was grey. Not black, but grey. I was disoriented, confused, and
afraid. My mouth was stuffed with a dry cloth, maybe a sock. As my eyes
fluttered open, I found that my face was covered with some kind of thin
fabric, maybe a pillow case. In the distance I could hear the spray of
rushing water, irregularly splashing every once and a while, like someone
was taking a shower.

My hands and legs were laid apart, and if I could see myself, I would be an
X. My hands were tied at the wrist, as well as my ankles. I squirmed
slightly, trying to move, but it was no use.

"Mmmph," I grunted, making some kind of noise. Tears welled in my eyes as
fear began to take over. My breath began to quicken, as panic swept over
me. A whimper escaped me.

I heard the sound of water shutting off. I held my breath petrified,
senseless, vulnerable. After a moment, I heard a door opening, and a few
footsteps. The sound of a towel being draped along something. The sound of
a bag zipping and unzipping. I just lay motionless.

"You're awake?" I heard a man's voice. A voice that sounded oddly
familiar. I turned my head toward the sound. "Good," he said. My mind
flashed with images of men for who this person could possibly be, but I was
drawing a blank. The man stepped closer to me. I heard something rattle
near me, something metallic. My breath began to quicken slightly. Then I
felt something sharp at the base of my navel.

"Mmmm," I whimpered. My heart began to race. Was I going to die? What would
make someone do this? What had I done? I felt the sharp metal drag against
my stomach until finally--

SNIP

I heard the sound of fabric being clipped with scissors.

SNIP

Another. My shirt was being cut straight down the middle. The scissors
continued to move up my chest, until finally the entire shirt was cut in
half. I felt a hand peel the shirt to the side, exposing my chest and
stomach. I heard the man sigh in satisfaction.

His hands explored my chest further, fingers rounding my nipples. My cock
was at full attention from his touch. I was frozen. Unsure what to do. I
couldn't run away; I couldn't make any noise. I was helpless.

I felt the warmth of his body get closer to me. A wet tongue circled my
nipple, kissing it tenderly. Whoever this was knew how to be sweet, despite
tying me up and blinding me. His mouth grew hungrier, and I could feel the
stubble of his chin scraping my body.

"Hmm," I let out a pleasured whimper. His mouth travelled across my chest,
his tongue slowly ran down my stomach, making sure to pay close attention
to each of my ab muscles, kissing me softly at my belly button. He then
left my side, getting off of the bed. He made his way around to my feet,
taking off my shoes and socks, letting them fall to the floor. His fingers
traced along the soles of my feet, which tickled slightly. My cock was
throbbing in my shorts, and at this point, I was willing to let this man do
whatever he wanted to me.

I felt the man's hands running up my bare-legs before disappearing into the
opening of my shorts, gently caressing my thighs. My toes curled at his
touch. My eyelashes tickled the fabric of the pillow sheet. I felt his
hands groping my thighs, squeezing them firmly. I felt the outline of his
face resting against my crotch, rubbing his face against my erection. The
man let out a trembling moan. I was beginning to realize that, whoever this
person was, he knew me.

The man's hands slowly withdrew from my thighs, running down the lengths of
my legs once more. I heard the metallic noise of the scissors opening, this
time feeling the sharp metal near my leg.

SNIP

The man began to cut a line down the seam of my khaki shorts. It was more
difficult for him to cut through as opposed to my thin t-shirt. Eventually
he reached my hip, slicing through the thick waistband of my shorts. I felt
my shorts loosen around my waist, a cool hair brushing against my
thighs. Just like my shirt, the man peeled my shorts open, leaving my
clothes splayed apart, with only my underwear remaining.

I heard the man huff wildly as he pressed his face against the bulge in my
underwear.

"Mmmmphmmmm," he groaned, taking in deep inhales of my scent, tracing the
outline of my dick with the tip of his nose. I felt his warm mouth gumming
my cock. My eyes fluttered in pleasure.

"Hmm." I squeaked a slight moan from my nose. I was afraid to give in
completely to him, since I still didn't know who he was. With each movement
that he made along my cock; goosebumps swept across my skin like static
electricity. His hands gripped my erection tightly, and then would softly
stroke me. All of this stimulation was getting me close. I could feel my
balls reeling against my shaft ready to bust. "Hmmmmmmmph," I groaned, my
legs starting to twist. I felt the hand leave my dick alone, and my body
relaxed as though I were a puppet on a set of strings. My breathing
quickened, and my heart was beginning to race. I heard the scissors opening
and the metal resting against my thigh.

SNIP

The scissors easily cut through my thin briefs that I was wearing.

SNIP

My cock throbbed, dying to be set free. Being tied down was almost
enhancing this experience more than it was causing me to be afraid.

SNIP

The scissors approached the elastic of my waistband. My breathing
quickened.

SNIP

The briefs flung to the side with a snap, and with that, I could feel my
cock wagging from side to side.

"Wow," the man whispered. "I wish you could see how perfect you look right
now." That voice. I couldn't place it. If only I could see.

"Mmmrrmmrrrm," I struggled to speak. I saw a shadow through the pillowcase
approaching me. The man's hand rested on top of my head, clutching the
pillowcase in his fingers. In a swift tug, he removed the sheet from my
face.

Light seeped into my vision slowly as my eyes adjusted. Within moments I
saw who it was that had kidnapped me.

"Your face. It's so perfect," he said. It was the man who I'd met in the
bathroom at Louie's. With the family. The two daughters and a wife. My
widened eyes took in every detail of him.

His naked body was still slightly wet from his shower, dark and damp hair
slightly covering eyes. A warm yet uneasy smile spread along his face,
textured with an even spray of dark stubble with a slightly thicker
mustache. He had a thin frame, a soft yet well-defined chest. Nipples that
practically blended into the color of his pale skin. His stomach was
slightly hairy with dark wiry hair, a slight definition of stomach muscles
as well. I remembered him being slightly more full-looking the last time I
saw him. Perhaps he wasn't eating as much? His legs were long and hairy. He
must have been slightly taller than my dad. Between his legs swung a bright
pink erection, heavy and velvety looking, with two pink ovals for balls
nestling beneath his shaft that contrasted nicely with the black pubic hair
that enshrouded his groin.

My cock twitched at the idea of having his cock back in my mouth. All I
could do was stare. Stare and wait for him to do something. But all he was
doing was standing back and almost admiring my body. I took deep breaths,
trying to contain and control my lust. I was still being held captive. This
wasn't supposed to be fun or exciting.

I scanned the room that we were in. It was obviously a hotel room, equipped
with all of the standard hotel room items. One bed, a dresser, a TV, a
refrigerator. Though it looked almost lived in. As though this man was
actually taking residence in this hotel room.

"I've waited for this for so long," he said, kneeling down toward my
toes. "To taste these perfect toes," he said, flicking out his tongue and
sucking on each of the toes on my right foot. "To have your scent," he said
as he slowly ran his nose along the length of my leg taking a deep
inhale. "Nnnnngh, to taste these balls," he said as he gobbled up both of
my balls into his mouth. His eyes rolled in his head as though he was
tasting the most delectable flavor he's ever experienced. "Now you're
here. We're finally together," he whispered, getting choked up. His eyes
welled with tears. His face read genuine happiness. I couldn't say
anything. If I could I would scream, "What are you talking about?!" and
demand that he just gets his rocks off (because I can't just see a dick
without having at least one load from it), and take me home. I chewed on
the rag that was stuck in my mouth, wishing that I could just spit it
out. "Now we never have to be apart again," he said, in a state of romantic
bliss. He rested his head on my stomach.

I wanted to ask why he was doing this. Why me? What was wrong with him, but
I was afraid to show any indication that I was against what he wanted. He
would and could do anything he wanted to me.

"I think I'm getting hungry," he said casually. "I think I'm craving some
of your sweet honey, baby," he said sweetly. "Baby?" I already had a
nickname? This was insane. Crazy. Any moment I was expecting my dad to open
the door and say this was all a joke. But the longer it went on, the longer
I realized that it wasn't. He whispered sensually something I couldn't
understand, but then he began to softly kiss my dick, starting at the base
of the shaft and working his way to the tip. Then his warm mouth engulfed
my entire cock.

"Mmmmm," I whimpered. His lips hit my pubic area, and with one slow slurp
he withdrew his mouth.

"Mmmmmmmm," he moaned. "So delicious," he whispered before taking another
taste, bobbing his head up and down slowly.

"Hrrrrrmmmg," I writhed on the bed, my sensitive cock aching as this man
gulped down my meat.

"Rrrmrmm," he groaned. My cock spilled from his mouth. "I can taste your
precum. Does that mean you're gonna cum soon?" he asked, slowly stroking my
wet cock.

"Hmmmph," I squeaked. My eyebrows furrowed as I watched him jack me off
slowly. It was killing me how badly I needed to cum. I would do anything
for it at this point.

"Are you gonna cum, baby?" he asked sweetly. "You're gonna cum for me?"

"HMMmmmph," I squealed. My arms and legs jolted and twitched. It felt like
I had a cannon loaded in my dick, and it was ready to burst any second, but
something about the way he was jacking me off was keeping me from
ejaculating.

"Look at me, baby. Look at me while you cum. Look into my eyes." I could
only look at my dick as he slowly stroked it. "Look at me!" he demanded. He
startled me, and instantly I cut my eyes toward him. His hand coiled around
my cock, stroking me faster, our eyes locked onto one another. My balls
lurched with need. My back began to arch. The sensation of not being able
to move my arms and legs almost heightened the excruciating build to my
orgasm. My knees began to quake against the springiness of the mattress.

"HMmmmmph...HMMMMPH.....MMMMMM!" My eyes felt as though they were bugging
out of my head. A shower of cum surged all the way to my chin and cheeks. A
second rope of cum flung to my chest, then to my stomach. A watery pulse of
cum splashed the base of my hip, slowly trickling down my thigh.

"Mmmmm," the man marveled at the banquet of cum that he was about to
enjoy. My breath was labored, my chest trembling from the orgasm that I'd
been holding in all day. Instantly the man began to slurp up the cum that
was left all along my body. Licking my chest with his warm tongue, he
continued to slowly stroke my cock, as though to keep it alive. Finally, he
approached my chin and cheek, sucking the bits of cum from my face, happily
treating himself to my seed. "I bet you're hungry, too. Aren't you baby,"
he whispered, playing with my wispy hair. His fingers pressed and prodded
on the rag that was stuck in my mouth, keeping me from talking. I knew that
if he was asking me this, then that meant he was going to have to remove
the rag.

I nodded my head, showing that I was in fact hungry.

"Promise you won't scream?" he asked as he was about to take out the
rag. "If you scream, then I have to put it back in. And that won't be
good," he explained.

I nodded my head. The man put his fingers in my mouth and began removing
the rag. Once it was out, I licked my lips, replenishing my dry mouth.

"Who are you?" I asked weakly. "What's your name?" I asked out of breath.

"It's me. Daddy. Call me Daddy," he said almost nonchalantly, like I should
have known the answer to this.

"What's your actual name, though?" I pressed him further.

"Baby," he said gingerly. "I've waited for you to come back to me for so
long." He ran his fingers along my lips, sliding one of them in just a
little bit, letting me taste his skin. "I'm your Daddy. You're my baby
boy," he explained. I could tell the he was enjoying this, and that I
should probably play along if I wanted to be safe.

"Um...okay, D-Daddy," I continued. "Where are we?" I asked.

"We're home!" he smiled dreamily. "This is our home where we can be
together forever. Just like we were always supposed to." Daddy placed each
of his knees on other side of me. I could feel his furry asshole resting
against my stomach, still slightly damp from the shower.

"Uh...um...can you at least untie me, Daddy?" I asked.

"Not yet, baby. I need to know that you won't run away again," he
said. Daddy scooted on his legs toward me, his cock flopping along my chest
as he got closer to me. "You said you were hungry, right, baby?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"'Yeah,' what?" he teased, grinding his hips slightly, letting his bright
pink dick bounce on my chin.

"Yes, D-daddy," I struggled to say. Daddy moved closer resting his dick on
my lips. I dropped my jaw letting the tip make its way into my mouth. The
second I tasted his cock, my brain flipped into overdrive. All I needed was
a taste to get myself going. In one easy swig of meat, I brought over half
of Daddy's cock into my throat.

"Agggggh," he smiled in total ecstasy. "Heh heh," he laughed softly. He
began bucking his hips slightly, taking control of my head, and beginning
to use my mouth as an avenue for his pleasure. In and out his long and
thick dick travelled down my throat and to the opening of my mouth. If only
I could use my hands, I would encourage him to be more ruthless with my
throat. Getting him to fuck my throat took me having to use my neck to
bring more force to his cock.

"Mmmmph," I moaned, happy and relieved to have a dick in my mouth, despite
how deranged the man attached to this dick seemed. My tongue slid around
Daddy's dick, taking each inch happily.

"Want more, baby?" he asked, sweat forming on his forehead. "Want more of
Daddy's cock?"

"Mmm-hmmmmm," I said nodding furiously. With that, Daddy plunged more of
his cock into me, filling my throat with his meat.

"ERrrrrgh," he grunted as I swallowed him with absolute ease. "Yeahhhh,
baby. Suck my cock," he hissed, as he rolled his hips to and from my
lips. "Yeah, look at me while you suck me off," he whined, lust taking over
his body. I looked deep into his eyes, coaxing him to slam his dick into
me. It didn't take long for Daddy to begin slinging his dick into me, his
balls slapping against my chin. "Ohnngh, hahaha, fuck yessssss," he
grunted. "Take my dick, baby. God, your mouth feels so perfect, heh."
Daddy's laugh was so much a part of what I remembered about him from when I
blew him in Louie's bathroom. I recalled him having a dry spell for a
year. I couldn't imagine not having sex for more than a day, much less a
year. It was starting to make sense, why Daddy was treating me with such
fragility at first. And now, here he was, fucking my skull.

"Oh, baby, yes, I'm so...I'm about to...I'm about to cum," he said as he
wildly continued bucking his hips into me. "You ready for Daddy's cum,
baby? Unnngh, UNNNGH. HUNNNNGH FUUUUUCK!" Daddy doubled over, his stomach
curled on top of my head as I swallowed load after load from his cock,
filling up on his cum.

"Mmmmmph," I moaned as my stomach filled with Daddy's cum, warm as it slid
down my throat. I gladly took my fill of Daddy's semen, relaxing my wrists
against the restraints that I was held back by.

"Nnnngh," Daddy whimpered as he continued thrusting into my mouth, slowly,
as though he was unable to stop. "God damn, baby," he grumbled. "Your mouth
is so perfect. I never want to leave it," he said as his hairy thighs
squeezed against my ears, still humping my skull. I continued gumming on
his cock, taking his meat happily.

Finally, Daddy slowly withdrew his dick from my mouth, his meat spilling
from my lips, his balls dragging along my chest. Daddy crawled so that he
was kneeling between my legs. He leaned his face toward my still stiff
prick, twitching with need. "Looks like you're still excited, baby," he
whispered, kissing the tip of my cock. I jumped from how sensitive it
felt. Despite the frigid temperature of the hotel room, I had sweat running
down my face from taking Daddy's cock. "Can't wait to see that hole of
yours. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it." His mouth travelled
along my balls, playing with the skin of my nutsack, nibbling on the little
hair that I had down there.

"Mmmph," I moaned softly. His tongue travelled along my taint and teased my
asshole. "Nnngh," I winced. My hips squirmed as he teased and prodded my
balls with his tongue. As much as I knew that I needed to escape, I
couldn't help but submit to the spell that Daddy was putting on me. Daddy
circled and slobbered all over my balls with his tongue, slurping up his
own spit, and then spatting it back on to my genitals, smearing my crotch
with his mucousy spit. "Heenngh," I whimpered. My toes curled as Daddy
continued rubbing his face against my dick, sending electricity between my
joints.

"Mmm, you like that, baby?" he asked sweetly. "You like the way that Daddy
plays with your hole?"

"Mmmph...mm-hmmmm," I said, cringing with pleasure. It was almost as though
he was trying to do to me what I did to him in the bathroom at Louie's. He
was keeping me on the edge and pushing every button that he knew would
cause me to sink further into an aroused stupor. His breath was warm on my
hole, and his lips smacked and slurped against hit, hungrily, but not
allowing me to totally give in to the pleasure that he was drawing out of
me. "Ugggghh," I groaned miserably. I wanted him to either push harder or
stop, not float in between. I wanted more. I tried to spread my legs
further, giving him a freer access to my insides. I pulled on the
restraints, my bones quaking in frustration. "NNNNNNGH," I groaned
helplessly as Daddy continued flicking his tongue, barely touching my
skin. His face travelled all around my dick, his hot breath rolling over my
like a warm blanket. "Hungh...nughnnn," I moaned incomprehensibly.

"Yeaaaah," he hissed. "You like Daddy's mouth, dontcha?"

"Nnnnnngh...gaahhh," I sobbed with pleasure. I wanted him to force himself
against me. I wanted to feel the full breadth of his tongue. Precum oozed
from my dick as my breath pulsed from my chest. "Hungggh, ennnngh," I
groaned as Daddy continued teasing my skin, ever so lightly grazing my cock
with his tongue, taking only the precum I'd just created. He kept his
tongue sticking out as he travelled back to my mouth. I opened my mouth
expecting him to share my precum with me, which is exactly what he did. He
didn't kiss me, just shoved his tongue in my mouth. My lips gripping onto
his tongue, cleaning his pink muscle with my mouth. My precum was sweet,
mixing with the salt of his spit.

"Mmmmm, yeah," he said pulling away from me, moving back to my hole to
torture me further.

"NNNNGH," I yelped with need, desperately wanting him to shove his tongue
into my hole, rather than just lick the outside of it. My skin felt as
though it was practically sizzling. That my cock, balls, waist, and thighs
were full of cum, and that one easy push would send me over the edge. But
there was nothing I could do about it. I couldn't touch myself. I was at
the mercy of Daddy and however he wanted to play with me. "Heeeengh," I
moaned as Daddy's tongue licked the underside of my thighs. More precum
seeped from my cock, drizzling my stomach in it like honey. Daddy quickly
moved to lap it up, this time keeping it for himself.

"So delicious," he said, smirking. "So delicious, baby," he said pressing a
finger against my piss slit, practically sending a bolt of electricity into
me. He ran his hands along my legs, sticky with sweat. "Mmmmmm," he said
moving his hands beneath the base of my cock. His fingers pressed against
my taint forcing more precum out of me. "Love that you keep making more for
me, baby," he said softly before dabbing his fingers in the precum and
licking his fingers. His fingers scooped in between my ass, dipping his
fingers in the slobbery mix spit and sweat, and brought his hand over to my
lips. I opened my mouth and accepted the noxious concoction, obediently
licking his fingers clean. "Mmmm, yeah, take all that, baby," he said
excitedly. He brought his hand over to his dick, shaking it a bit, slapping
my thigh with it. "Daddy's still pretty horny, baby."

"Unnngh," I moaned. My language was reduced to moaning and grunting. Until
I came, I wasn't sure what I would say, drunk with lust, incomprehensible,
as though my brain was only focused on busting this next load.

"You think if I untie your legs, I can taste more of that hole?" he asked.

"Ehhnngh," I said, nodding. My chest heaved with need. My head spun as the
room began to get blurry except for Daddy's naked body, crouching at the
foot of the bed, undoing the restraint around my right ankle. As the rubber
restraint fell the floor, Daddy assisted me in lifting my leg back. Daddy
ran his tongue from my heel all the way down the back of my leg, the back
of my thigh, before planting a deep kiss on my ass. "Unnnnnnngh," I groaned
in response. "Hunnngh?" I moaned in the form of a question, looking at the
other restraint.

"One's good enough, for now, baby," he said, before moving back to my hole,
kissing it softly, his facial hair scraping my ass.

"Gaahahhhh," I trembled as he continued teasing me. I flexed my arms,
pulling helplessly on the restraints. I lifted my right leg as high as
possible giving my captor total and full access to my hole.

"Oh yeah, baby. That's what Daddy likes," he said pulling apart my ass, as
though he was searching for a light at the end of my hole. He flicked his
tongue out, grazing and circling the circumference of my asshole.

"Unnnngh," I groaned, doing my best to keep my leg as pulled back. My
thighs shook, straining to hold my position. "Mmmmmmph," I whimpered as
Daddy's tongue rolled against my skin.

"Ahhh," he breathed warm air on my hole. "Tastes so sweet." His tongue
dipped into my asshole slightly, causing tears to well in my eyes. I needed
more. I needed his whole tongue driving all the way into me. Up my guts,
and all the way through my body, till I could taste his tongue in my mouth
again. My prostate felt like a watermelon inside me, desperate to feel the
sensation of a firm tool ramming into it. I felt this monstrous animal side
to me. Precum surged from my cock as Daddy's tongue continued to tempt and
tease me.

"Grrrrrrr," I winced angrily, stretching my leg back even further.

"I think we're ready to take off this other leg now," he said, reaching
over to the other restraint. His lips shown with spit. My asshole tingled
in his absence, like a body without a drug. Daddy's hand coiled around my
left ankle, undoing the restraint. The moment I felt my ankle free, my left
leg flew over my head, my ass pointing straight into the air. It was
killing me not to have access to my arms and hands. I wanted to touch
myself so badly. To have a satisfying cum.

"Mmmmmmm," Daddy moaned as he dove into my hole, this time his tongue
lashing into the depths of my hole.

"GYAHHHH!" I gurgled, my eyes rolling back into my head. I spread my legs
as far back as possible, feeling his tongue slip deep into me. Daddy lifted
my ass so that my back was resting against his stomach and chest, my neck
almost at a 90-degree angle, my cock dangling only a foot away from my
face. Precum dumped onto my upper lip. Instinctively I lapped it up, taking
in my own pure sweetness.

"Mmmm, I could eat this ass for breakfast, lunch, and dinner," he
hissed. His scraggly face ran along the entire length of my asshole. His
eyes, nose and mouth shone with his own spit and my own sweat. Precum
continued to drizzle along my face as though it were an endless
supply. Daddy guided my legs down so that my legs were able to run against
his side and his hips. The more Daddy tempted me the more I looked at him
with hunger, fully accepting that I now belonged to him. Daddy crawled on
top of me, his body pressing against mine, and with hectic ruin, lapped up
the precum that drenched my face. He ran his mouth across me like a vacuum,
hungrily sucking up any of my fluids that he could find. When my face was
clean, Daddy leaned back and yanked me by my hips, returning me to my
previous position of my back resting against his chest and stomach, the one
eye of my dick staring back at me.

"Ooooh, baby that hole is so wet and pink for me," he sighed, laughing to
himself, giddily. "I wish you could see it." His tongue returned to
slathering up my hole, the tip of his tongue beginning to drive deeper into
me.

"Aaagh....ughhhhhngh!" I moaned. I was desperate for him to be rougher with
me. To work my body like so many men had done before.

"Mmmmmm." His voice rumbled through my bones. I could feel myself getting
closer to cumming. I wriggled my hips, encouraging him to press into me
deeper. His tongue slid further into me, running along the walls of my
insides.

"Annnngh," I whimpered weakly. My balls rolled against the shaft of me
cock, an almost bruised sensation took over my lower half, as though my
orgasm was stuck in my calf muscle, and it would take forever for it to get
here. "NNNNNNGH!" I squealed as Daddy began to pound his chin against my
taint, my cock swinging and dancing against his movements. I knew I
couldn't hold it any longer. Daddy was fucking me with his tongue, and it
was enough to get me all the way off. "ANNNH. ANNNNNGH. ERRRRGH!" I growled
as my cock surged a steady stream of cum along my face, pouring down the
bridge of my nose and my cheeks. "KEE...KEEEP GOING...!" I ordered
zombified. "KEEEP GO-GALGH" I gagged as cum shot into my mouth, getting
caught in my throat. I swallowed my seed quickly. As my orgasm began to
shimmer even further in the distance, I was instantly swept with a feeling
of dissatisfaction. I was as though someone had pulled the plug on a
Christmas tree and all I was decorated in cum and sweat. "Eeengh..." I
groaned weakly. Daddy slowly lowered my legs. My thighs trembled as my
muscles got used to this new position. I caught my breath trying to form
normal words.

"Gah...come on...and...fuck me already. Untie me and fuck me," I
blathered. I looked into Daddy's eyes, my face covered in my cum. "Fuck me,
please. Just do it already! FUCK me!" I spat, my stomach clenching. Daddy
just sort of smirked. He rocked his knees back and forth and carried
himself off of the bed. His dick swinging, full of life between his
legs. At first I thought he was coming over to my arms to let me go, but
instead I saw him open a dresser and start putting on his underwear.

"Wh-what?" I asked, incredulously. "What are you doing?"

"Taking a break," he said. "Figured I'd need to go find us some actual
food." Daddy picked up his wallet and filed out a few bills of cash and set
them on the dresser, before continuing to get dressed.

"I..." I sputtered. "But...but you have to fuck me," I whined. "I'm..."

"...dying for it?" he said looking at me with an eyebrow up.

"Yes! Pleeeeeeease!!!" I begged, tears streaming down my face. My arms
pulled on the restraints helplessly. My hole was aflame, desperate for
anything to probe it: A finger, a Q-tip. Anything.

"We'll see how well you behave after I get us some food," he said, the
voice I remember from the diner instructing his two daughters. Daddy
finished getting dressed. A black collar shirt with blue jeans. He came
around to my ankle and took my foot in his hand delicately before wrapping
the restraint around my ankle once more.

"H-hey, come on. Why do you have to tie my legs down again?" I asked.

"I don't want to take any chances. Plus, I like seeing you tied down," he
added, before moving over to the other restraint.

"I promise. I'll be good," I bargained. "You can trust me," I said.

"Not until I'm sure that you're ready to be mine," he said firmly. After I
was tied up, he stood back and admired me. "You're so perfect," he said,
smiling. He leaned over and ran his tongue along my face, sipping down the
cum I'd left behind. Daddy then took the gag that he'd used on me before
and reapplied it. My body laid motionless in the X that I was when I woke
up.

"Mmmph," I mumbled. I looked into Daddy's eyes, weary and dying to be used.

"I'll be back," Daddy said. Daddy opened the door slightly and slipped away
leaving me to be by myself.

*

As time went on, I began to grow more and more panicked. As I glanced out
the window, seeing how dark it still was, I wondered about my family. I had
no idea how late it was. It could be almost two in the morning for all I
knew. If Daddy felt comfortable leaving the hotel to get food, it must not
be that late.

All I could do was study the corners of the four walls and a ceiling that
made up this hotel room. It wasn't often that I'd stayed in a hotel, so I
couldn't even place the chain of hotel that we were in. I could only
imagine that it was far off the beaten path. Only a fool would kidnap a kid
and take refuge in a Holiday Inn.

The silence was agonizing. Almost as agonizing as the erection that still
was sprouted between my legs. I felt tortured and depraved. Every inch of
my skin felt sensitive and in need to be touched. I glared at the blank TV
screen. He could have at least let me watch a movie or something while he
was gone. I imagined that Daddy was trying to make me feel just as he did
when he was left without me for weeks.

For weeks. What if he abandoned me here? What if I was stuck here forever?
I started to struggle my arms and legs once again. The crippling sense of
claustrophobia was beginning to needle deep into my bones. My breathing
started to become short and labored. I could feel tears starting to sting
my eyes. Small sobs escaped the gag in my mouth. I began to think about my
dad, how I wished he were here.

Tears began to stream down my face, anxiety began to sweep over me, and I
began to cry. Hot tears poured down me, as I hiccupped and sobbed
helplessly.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of a key entering the lock to the door. I shook
my tears from my eyes, and locked my gaze onto the doorknob, holding my
breath. The door cracked open, and I saw Daddy slide inside. His hips
brushing against a swinging DO NOT DISTURB sign as he entered.

"Hey, baby. Hope I wasn't gone too long," he said holding two greasy bags
of fast food. My eyes continued to leak tears. The gag sopping with my spit
from crying. "Ohhh," he sighed, setting the food down on a small table with
one chair. "I'm sorry I left you. Were you scared?" I nodded
timidly. "Here," he said, as though he were going to pull out a
handkerchief to dry my tears. Instead, he undid his fly and dropped his
pants to the floor, followed by his plaid boxers, his bright pink cock
already rock hard, swinging toward me. "This'll make you feel better."
Daddy reached over and removed the gag from my mouth.

"Ennngh," I sputtered, instantly and instinctively opening my mouth,
allowing Daddy's cock to drive itself into my throat, almost as though it
was meant to be a pacifier. Whether that was the intention or not, it
worked. As Daddy's cock slid in and out of my face, my body reacted
instantly to the musky smell of Daddy's pubes, signaling my cock to spring
to a full erection. My entitled hole relaxed in anticipation of getting
fucked. I felt at equilibrium once more.

"Yeahhhh, baby. Doesn't that feel better?" he asked nicely. I nodded my
head slightly, opening up my throat, allowing him to easily fuck my
skull. His balls swinging against my chin. "Unnnngh," he grumbled, bucking
his hips wildly, gripping the back of my sweaty head. "Yeah, take my cock
baby. Take that cock. God you're so perfect. Oh yeah. Oh fuck yeah," he
whispered. I looked deep into his eyes as he continued fucking my
head. Finally feeling at ease. "Ohhhhngh. God yeah, you're gonna make me
cum baby. You want Daddy's cum right, baby? Ennnngh. UNNNNGH!" Daddy took
three more deep plunges into my mouth with his dick before dumping a
satisfying hot load of cum down my throat. It was like drinking hot
chocolate on a cold day as I felt his cum slide down my throat. I guzzled
it down, thankful for the treat. Daddy pulled his cock away from me,
letting it spill along my chin in a spit covered and slobbery mess.

"Hope you didn't fill up on cum, baby," he said smiling. Daddy pulled his
pants back up and went back to the bags of fast food he carried in. I
savored the taste of Daddy's cum on my lips, taking in that noxious scent
of semen, letting it totally take me over. My body crawled with lust. I
imagined Daddy's cum becoming part of my blood stream, coursing through me.

"Heeeeeh," I sighed, looking at him expectantly, as though he were ready to
deposit more into me.

"How about some real food, baby?" he asked. Daddy stripped out of his
clothes once more revealing his pale body to me. My eyes darted along his
body, checking out his round and furry ass. I imagined him suffocating me
with his pillowy ass cheeks, and my cock must have been thinking the same
thing as it was standing at full mass.

"Heh...oh...okay..." I said. Daddy opened up one of the bags and took a
greasy looking cheeseburger out of the bag. My stomach rumbled excitedly. I
hadn't thought about food in hours, but just the sight and smell of it
reminded me that I did in fact need something to eat. Daddy brought his
chair over to the side of the bed and took a single French fry and brought
it over to my mouth, feeding it to me. Daddy moved and treated me with such
an aggravating pace of slowness. While in ways it aggravated me, others I
felt like I was being forced to learn control. I'd been so used to taking
dick whenever I pleased, but now, Daddy was teaching me that sometimes I
couldn't just take whatever I wanted.

Daddy continued feeding me like this, offering me a bite of his
cheeseburger, or a luke-warm French fry. If a crumb would fall to my chest
or on the corner of my lips, Daddy would clean me with his tongue, like a
lion grooming his cub.

It was all bizarre, but my erection only told him that I enjoyed it, so he
didn't stop.

Finally, we finished our strange dinner. Daddy crumpled up the paper bags
and tossed them in a garbage bag. I followed each of his footsteps to see
if he did anything new, other than touch me, kiss me, or play with my
body. So far, that was all Daddy was interested in doing. If he wanted, he
could suck on my pinky finger for minutes if he wanted to. Thankfully he
was more distractible than that. After dinner, Daddy spent the next half
hour just silently tasting different parts of my body. I would feel his
teeth sink into my calf, as he cleaned the length of my leg with his
tongue. His mouth sucking on my wisp of armpit hair. His tongue snaking in
my ear. It was like each inch of my body was something new for him to
explore, and it wasn't getting old to him.

Eventually, I noticed his eyes starting to glaze over. Daddy curled himself
up next to me. His body warm against mine. His body hair stuck to my skin
like Velcro. In the dim light of the hotel room, I laid motionless with
Daddy. In his sleep, he would run his hands along my stomach, take deep
breaths of my scent, show how he was making himself part of me. The sounds
of Daddy snoring softly reminded me of my own dad. Slowly I drifted to
sleep.

*

Missing: Day 2

Sleep was difficult. On one hand, I was stretched out on the mattress of a
foreign hotel room, tied to the bed frame. On the other, I had a naked man
clamped to me. A horny teen's worst nightmare. The avenue for sex is right
there, but there's a road block keeping you from getting to it.

I noticed the sun begin to press itself against the beige window blinds,
sending slices of light through the hotel room. My stomach rumbled, and I
could tell that it was past breakfast, maybe even approaching lunch.

"Mmmmph," Daddy grumbled as he nuzzled his scratchy face against my
chest. I wriggled my hips slightly, hoping that it would nudge him awake,
but nothing happened. I just watched as his body shook slightly. My eyes
ran down his back, a pure white with some strands of hair sparsely
sprouting along his skin. His ass was soft and round, the canyon between
his cheeks was a jungle of hair. His hairy legs entwined with mine, and his
erection was pressed against my thigh. My own erection seemed to last all
night, flopped against my stomach, reaching just below my belly button.

I couldn't help but imagine what was happening outside of these four
walls. What the world was doing as I lay here captive by Daddy. A part of
me wondered if anyone was looking for me. Another part of me grew
careless. As long as I had access to dick, what did it matter if I ever
left this hotel room. I knew that was a ridiculous thing think. I still had
to go to school. I still had to show up to swim practice. I couldn't just
stay here. I wondered how much longer this would last. If anyone would end
up finding me.

What I did know, however, is that if I wanted to keep up this fantasy for
Daddy, I needed to go along with it. I needed to cooperate. Whatever
twisted thing he was going to have me do, I needed to love it.

"Grrrm," Daddy sighed, shifting his body, sticky with sleep and sweat. I
felt more of him come alive. His head leaving my chest. "Mmm..." he turned
his head and looked up at me. His face softened into a pleased grin, still
half-asleep, as though he was satisfied to see that I was still here. Still
his "baby". "Good morning," he said groggily.

"Good morning, Daddy," I said softly. He kissed my nipple tenderly,
appreciating the fact that I called him by his name.

"Did you sleep okay, sweetie?" His tongue circled my nipple playfully, his
hands sweeping along my stomach.

"Yes, Daddy. I felt safe with you next to me."

"Mmm, that's good. Any dreams?" he asked. I searched my mind and tried to
think of something that he might like.

"Umm, yeah, a couple. I had a dream that we were playing at the park,
hide-and-go-seek. I was hiding in the forest behind a tree," I explained.

"Sounds fun. Did I find you?" he asked, holding me closer to him.

"Yeah, you found me. And when you did you fucked my ass really hard. I
could feel it in my dream," I said.

"Did it feel good?" he asked, coyfully.

"Yeah, Daddy, it felt awesome. I wished it wasn't a dream and that you were
really fucking me, though," I said, hinting at what it was that I was
really wanting.

"Mmmm, I bet I can make your dreams come true, baby. Would you like that?
You want Daddy to fuck you?" he asked rolling over so that he was on top of
me. Daddy kissed my neck and my collar bone, sending chills through me.

"Haaa, y-yes. Yes, Daddy," I whimpered. Daddy's hands ran down my body,
plucking my firm erection in his hand. His fingers coiled around my cock
and balls, slowly stroking me. He brought his hand to his nose, taking a
deep whiff of my scent on his fingers. With a fluttering of his eyes, he
spat in his hand, and then returned his fingers to my ass, smearing his
saliva on my hole. "Nnnngh, y-yes, Daddy," I squeaked. "Finger me, please."
I tried spreading my legs further for him, but it was no use. Daddy's
finger slowly sunk into my hole sending electricity through my
body. "Unnnngh," I groaned. My ass clamped around Daddy's finger
instinctively, feeling the sensation of every joint, every knuckle running
along my insides.

"Does that feel good, baby?" he asked sweetly. Daddy locked his mouth
around my jaw bone, licking along my skin.

"Hunngh, y-yeah, Daddy. Unngh, oh give me more, please. Please...m-more,
Daddy," I trembled as I begged for him to push more of himself into
me. Daddy twisted and prodded me with his index finger. Daddy removed his
finger, and crawled down my body, kissing my chest, stomach and hips as he
moved. He sucked one of my balls into his mouth, rolling it with his
tongue. Daddy then shoved his face and tongue against my hole, taking deep
and sharp breaths, inhaling my scent, wiping his entire face with my wet
asshole.

"Rrrrrgh," he grumbled as he suckled on my asshole, chomping down on it,
spat on it, devoured it.

"Nnnnnnngh," I groaned in tortured euphoria. I desperately wanted him
inside of me, and the longer he withheld me from his dick, the more
frustrated I grew. Daddy remained satisfied with eating me out, seemingly
uninterested in plowing me, unless he was savoring me as long as he
could. Daddy continued to drive his tongue into my hole, precum seeping
from my prick like honey. "Nnnngh, come on Daddy," I whined. "Fuck
me. Please, I want it so badly," I begged. Daddy laughed, his voice sending
vibrations against the base of my spine.

"You'll have to wait until Daddy says so," he said playfully. I rolled my
head back, wincing at the amount of excruciating pleasure building up
inside of me.

"Gaaaah," I sobbed uncomfortably. He was an expert of keeping me teetering
on the edge of orgasm. Tasting for his pleasure, enjoying pulling the
strings of his boy, pushing every button in the wrong order on purpose. My
dick shook with need. Daddy dabbed his finger at the tip of my cock,
playing with the silky precum I'd made. "Nnnnngh, Daddy, I-I...I need to
cum so badly," I whined shuddering.

"Mmmmmmmmph," Daddy gruffly shook his head against my hole, his facial hair
a frothy mess of spit. Daddy removed his face from my hole and crawled on
the bed, his cock dragging along my body. "You can hold it, baby. I know
you can." Drool dangled from Daddy's chin, some of his spit dribbled along
my chest. "Why don't you try some of Daddy's ass," he said as though he
were offering me to try a new vegetable. "How does that sound? You want
some of Daddy's ass?" He drew closer to me.

"Yeah, Daddy," I whispered, my breath hot with lust.

"Here, have some of Daddy's dick first," he offered. He squatted close to
my face, guiding his bright pink cock between my lips, pushing himself into
my face with recoil or remorse. My head was dizzy with his musky smell as
his dick hit the back of my throat in no more than three
seconds. "Nnnnngh," he groaned in a raspy voice. "Yeah, baby, take Daddy's
dick," he hissed. His hips bucked to and fro, feeding me his meat. His
pubes danced along the bridge of my nose, and his balls slapped against my
chin. My throat gripped his shaft and head, savoring the flavor and
sensation of Daddy's cock. My breath being stifled, my jaw becoming
practically unhinged. Daddy gripped the back of my head and forced his dick
as far as it would go into me, his navel crushing my face with his
force. "Yyyyyyeahhh," he growled excitedly as he continued to tangle my
hair into his fingers. Finally he let go, sending his cock surging from my
face, a net of spit in his wake.

Daddy spun around and stood on the bed; his feet planted beneath my
armpits. I looked up to see the underside of Daddy's ass, his taint and
asshole enshrouded in dark hair. Daddy then squatted down resting his ass
on my face, blinding me, suffocating me as he pressed himself against
me. My mouth went to town on his sweaty hole, my tongue cutting a way
through his thick hair. His ass fit perfectly against my face, and Daddy
took no time in grinding his hole against my lips. "Errrrrgh, yeah,
baby. Eat that ass," he hissed. My lips dragged along with Daddy's
movements, my only range of motion in my neck to try to dig deeper into
Daddy's hole. My mouth watered at the savory taste of Daddy's ass. I dug
into his hole with my face, burrowing into him, reaching as deep as my
tongue and lips could taste.

"Uunnngh, yeah, baby," Daddy sighed, winding his hips and running his hole
along my face. Daddy rested his weight upon my face, practically cutting
off my breathing. Regardless, I continued bathing in Daddy's sopping wet
ass, slurping and greedily taking him in. "Hoooo, g-god, yes," he
grunted. On my stomach I felt the familiar drizzling of precum which must
have been eking out of Daddy's cock as I rimmed him. "Gahh, yeah," Daddy
sighed in ecstasy. His thighs trembled as he continued raking his ass
across my face. I must have been turning blue in the face, but I didn't
care. I embraced the sensation of being suffocated. The blood rushing to my
face, the swirling colors that went in and out of a cosmic nebula, and the
visions of Daddy's hairy ass pressed against me.

Finally, Daddy lifted off of me, leaving my face a slobber-soaked mess,
gasping for breath. He spun around and quickly deposited his dick back into
my mouth before I could grow too comfortable. I welcomed the return of his
cock, knocking against my tonsils. Tears streamed down my face from lack of
oxygen, mixing with the spit that stained my cheeks.

"Ooooooh, yeahhhhhh!" Daddy sang. His legs began to shake uneasily. "Oh,
baby, you're...you're gonna make me cum. You ready for Daddy to cum?
Unnngh! YEAH. ENNNNGH!" He trembled violently, slamming his waist against
my nose as the first thick helping of cum splashed against the back of my
throat, piping hot and fresh. Daddy slowly continued pumping his dick in
and out of me, his low-hanging balls twitching with each surge of sperm
that he expelled, graciously filling my stomach with his
load. "Hannngh...hunnnngh," he cried doubling over my head as I strained to
fit both his cock in my mouth and swallow his cum. I coughed slightly,
sending a spray of cum and spit from my lips, sticking to his
thighs. Slowly Daddy pulled his cock from my lips, and sank down to my
face, planting sloppy kisses on my wet lips. Soft moans escaped his mouth,
as though he were already drunk with lust. I could only hope that he would
return the favor, letting me cum, as I felt ready to bust any second.

"You're turn, baby," he smirked as he headed toward my dick. He sat on his
knees and leaned forward and took my cock in his mouth.

"Unnnnngh," I moaned uncontrollably, my thighs tightened and trembled
slightly. Daddy bobbed up and down on my cock, suckling on it hungrily,
eager to please me. His boy, his "baby". He looked into my eyes as he moved
a trembling hand to my hole, sinking two fingers into my ass at
once. "GGRRRAAH!" I squealed excitedly, finally feeling some girth in my
hole. My ass gripped onto his fingers, as though it would never feel the
touch of another man again. "Unnngh, y-yes...oh yes, Daddy," I whimpered
feverishly. Daddy continued bobbing up and down on my cock, an electric
warmth spreading from my waist. Daddy continued shoving his fingers into
me, practically punching my taint with his force. My balls vibrated with
the urge to cum. "Oh, D-daddy, p-please, let...let me..." My chest rapidly
rose and fall, I tightly curled my toes. Suddenly Daddy lifted off of my
cock, only continuing to slide his fingers in and out of me. "ERRRRRRRGH!"
I roared in frustration, my back lifted off the bed, my arms flexing
tightly against my restraints. My hips jutted violently against the
mattress as I tried to fuck myself against Daddy's fingers, but it was no
use. I could feel the hot sensation of cum building at the base of my
cock. "GYAAHHHHH!" I wheezed with pleasure with a mix of frustration. Daddy
was keeping me from cumming on purpose, and from the smug look on his face,
I could tell he was enjoying it.

"Awww, you wanna cum, don't you baby?" he asked. I was beginning to
understand his game. This game of control. Tying me down, only letting me
cum when he said it was time, sitting back and watching me squirm with
discomfort, teetering on the edge of an orgasm. "Mmm, I can feel it on my
fingers." I watched his bicep flex as he continued twisting his joints
inside of me, stroking my prostate, admiring the precum that continued to
leak from my dick.

"P-please, Daddy, I wanna cum...I wanna cum so badly," I whined
helplessly. I didn't know what else to do, and the idea that Daddy could
continue keeping me at the edge, never letting me cum only added to my
feeling of helplessness.

"Don't worry, baby," he said reassuringly. "Daddy will be real good to
you." He continued slowly fucking me with his fingers. With his other hand,
he softly tickled my balls, watching them jump in response to his hand.

"EEngh," I whimpered, my eyes beginning to cross, seeing two of Daddy, my
cock, bright red from over-stimulus, splitting into a double-pronged
cock. My knees quivered, my body rocked, trying to do anything that I could
to encourage him to push me to orgasm. Daddy leaned over and slowly sank
his lips around my cock again, cleaning it of any excess precum that might
have slipped out of me. The second I felt his lips around my dick, my balls
shot to the sides of my shaft, ready to explode. "UNngh...I'm
eeeeeeeeegnh!" I cringed, my fists clenching as I felt the fiery sensation
of my dick holding in a seering load of cum. Daddy removed his mouth from
my cock. "GRRRRRRAH!" I sobbed, miserably. "PLEASE!" I shouted. My body
sank into the mattress, my breathing labored, my dick abuzz with confusion.

"Aw you ask so nicely," he teased. "You're really that close, huh?" he
said, coiling his hand around my dick, squeezing it tightly in his fist.

"Unnnnnnngh, y-yesssss," I whined like an impatient child. Daddy propped
himself closer to me, dragging his moist cock along my body, running it
along my sticky skin. He draped his balls on my stomach.

"Mmmm, my baby boy wants to cum so badly, doesn't he?" he taunted. I looked
at him behind teary eyes, his hair disheveled, his cheeks flushed, our
bodies glistening in the dim sunlight that had sifted into the hotel room.

"Y-yes," I panted, exhausted from this torment. "P-please, Daddy," I
whimpered. "Please let me cum."

"You really want to?" he teased, straddling my waist, his cock flopping on
my chest only inches away from my mouth. Like a chameleon to a fly, I tried
reaching it with my tongue, but it was no use.

"Mmmmmmmph," I pouted. "Y-yes, Daddy, please. I can't take any more of
this," I huffed.

"Will you do anything, baby?" Daddy leaned close to my face, his breath hot
and starchy from sleep. "Anything I want?" he asked. My brain couldn't even
process this offer. In hindsight, I might have thought it through more
clearly.

"Anything!" I cried. "I'll do anything," I said somewhat more fatigued.

"Promise," he sang sweetly in my ear. Just his warm breath against my skin
was getting my close to cumming. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold off any
longer.

"I-I promise, Daddy. I'll do anything you say," I wheezed.

"Mmmmmm, then let's see that load of yours," he said.

"R-really?" Daddy began moving down my body, running his tongue along my
skin. "U-uhhgh," I sputtered, deliriously. Daddy slid his tongue around my
belly button before returning to my cock. Lightly he kissed around the head
of my dick which was practically glowing red at this point. Any precum I
produced he gobbled it up hungrily, getting his fill. Daddy lifted himself
up, kneeling between my spread legs. After moistening a couple of his
fingers between his lips, Daddy slipped his index and middle fingers into
my ass. My body instantly clenched up

"Think you can cum just from me fingering you?" I wanted to cry out for him
to fuck me, but I knew he wouldn't like that. Me making demands. I said
that I would do whatever he wanted, and if he wanted to make me cum just
from prodding me with his fingers, I'd let him.

"Oh yeah, Daddy. I can do that," I said in worn-out excitement. "Please
finger me, just like that," I whined as his fingers twisted and pushed into
me. Back and forth, Daddy treated me like a puppet, shoving his fingers in
and out of me. My body bounced up and down on the bed from the force of his
arm pushing into me. "UNnnnnnnnnghhhH!" I groaned, my voice rising and
falling with every push Daddy made into me. "UNNNNNGH D-DADDY, YESSSSSS."
My body felt almost ghostly, light, completely static, like my ass could
power a lightbulb. With each push of Daddy's fingers, an overwhelming heat
swept over me. Electricity spread from my smallest toe, to the nerves
behind my eyes. I felt my face twisting and contorting. My vision grew
vibrant and colorful, colors that I feel like I'd never seen before. My
thighs began to tremble as my body geared up for the most powerful orgasm
I'd probably ever felt.

"You wanna cum, baby?" he asked. "You ready to show me?"

"UGHHHH Y-YEEEEEEZZZZZ!" I couldn't hold it back anymore. I felt like my
entire life-force was going to explode through my cock, and I would be
floating outside of myself.

"Do you love me, baby?" he asked. I was seconds from cumming, and he was
asking me a really hard question. He looked in my eyes, hopeful,
expectant. His fingers started to slow, causing my body to tremble further.

"Uuuughhh, h-harder, Daddy, please," I whimpered deliriously.

"Do you love me?" he asked again, this time a bit louder. "Tell me that you
love me," he pressed again. "If you wanna cum, tell me that you love your
Daddy," he instructed, his fingers slowly moving in and out of me.

"I-I...oh G-God," I whined. My bones felt like putty. I could hardly think
straight.

"Go on, baby. Tell me that you love me," he said again. I couldn't even
remember the last time my real dad told me that he loved me. Did it really
mean anything? "Love" was just a word. "Do you love me?" he said softly.

"U-unnngh," I moaned as he pressed his fingers against my prostate. A
frothy cloud of precum streaked my stomach. "I-I...I-I..." I stammered, my
brain in total fog.

"Come on, baby," he encouraged. His fingers moving quicker in me. "I know
you wanna cum. Do you love me?" He pushed and pulled his arm, building a
fervent momentum. My ass bounced against his knuckles. My load was
desperate to escape. I was desperate to set it free. The room was starting
to spin, and I was beginning to grow unsure of which way was up and down. I
was going to have to submit to Daddy if I ever wanted to think clearly
again.

"Hunnnnghhhhh," I moaned, agonized almost numb from
pleasure. "I-I...ennnngh...I l-lo--" I was intoxicated by lust. Daddy drove
his fingers into me harder. "HUNNNNGHH... ERRRRGH." His hand slammed into
me, breath growing quicker as his arm worked to keep up his pace. "

"Say it, baby," he said firmly. "Tell me you love me," he said between
breaths.

"I...I....I l-love y-ou," I said between gritted teeth, my hair began to
swing into my eyes.

"Say it again. Say my name, baby," he said, growing more aggressive with
his movements. I could feel cum beginning to inflate my already rock-hard
dick.

"I...I LOVE...ERRRRRRRGH!!"

I couldn't take it anymore. No matter what, even if I were to lay still on
this bed, cum was going to shoot out of my dick. It was unescapable. I was
no longer in control. My hips quaked as my back and my ass began to
levitate from the bed, as though I were being beamed up to some sort of
space ship.

"SAY IT, BABY," he shouted.

"I LOVE YOU, DADDY-Y-YEERRRRRGH!" My body jerked violently against the
springs of the hotel mattress.

With those words a single bolt of white surged through the air, over my
head, and first splashed against the wall. In a thick line, cum drenched me
from my forehead to my stomach. "HUNNNNGH! GAHHHHH! F-F-FFFFUCKKKKKKK!" I
reeled, wailing and sobbing with pleasure. A second, third, fourth, and
fifth pump of cum spewed out of me with only milliseconds in between each
launch of my semen. Daddy continued plowing my ass with his fingers,
milking out a sixth, seventh, eighth, geyser of cum, painting my chest and
stomach with my hot load. "U-ugh...u-u-ughhhh," I groaned. My eyes rolling
back into my head. Daddy slowly continued probing my hole, my ass gripping
his fingers, so tightly I imagined that I was cutting off the circulation
to his hand. A ninth, tenth, eleventh, twelfth wave of cum oozed from my
dick, pooling around my belly button.

"Ehhhhgh...unnnnff," I whimpered, completely drained of thought, of
movement, of energy. "Th-thank you, Daddy," I said with my last remaining
bit of energy, before my eyes began to close from exhaustion.

Every hair follicle felt ablaze. Daddy removed his fingers from my
hole. I'd never had an orgasm quite like that in my life. It was
exhilarating. Overwhelming. Almost at a cosmic level of pleasure. Daddy
leaned over my body, the smell of sex, thick in the air. In that moment, he
had me. Feeling the slick warmth of his body against mine. Our hearts
racing, beating against one another. The chorus of our heavy breathing. I
no longer cared about the future that was in store for me. If this was to
be my life, then I was ready to live it.

Daddy rested his weight against mine, slowly grinding his hips, his
erection sandwiched between our bodies. His skin and my skin slid together
with my mixture of sweat and semen. Daddy tenderly kissed my shoulder. My
body jerked, still, even after my orgasm was complete, spasming with each
slight movement. My whole body was sensitive. I slowly drifted in and out
of consciousness, feeling at least five pounds lighter. I felt Daddy's lips
brush against my ear, his warm breath tickling my cheeks.

"I love you, too."

Chapter 19 to follow.