Date: Fri, 9 Oct 2020 20:09:14 +0200
From: PhilOssifer@mail.com
Subject:  Daddy's Boy in the Barn

Daddy's Boy in the Barn

By Phillip Ostenberg


The following is a pure work of fiction.  Any similarities between the
characters in the story and real-life persons or places are purely
coincidental.  This story features an aggressive, mature man dominating a
younger, submissive man.  It also has elements of "raunch" including piss
play, swallowing cum and analingus. If this kind of sex bothers you, please
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travel out to the country, down a lonely country lane to a huge barn well
hidden from prying eyes....

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The barn door closed behind me with a smacking sound.  I froze, blinking,
waiting for my eyes to adjust to the darkness.  The barn smelled of hay,
earth and horses. The coolness of the concrete floor wafted over my
sandaled feet.

Finally, I could see around me.  Stacks of hay off to one corner, a work
bench in the back and there, silhouetted by shafts of light pouring through
cracks in the siding on the back wall, he stood.

"Glad you found it okay, boy," he said.

"Yes, sir. No problems. Your directions were perfect."

"Well, that's one thing I do pretty good, I guess...Give directions," he
added, moving toward me.

As he got closer, he stepped into a pool of light from the ceiling that
illuminated him perfectly. He was over six feet tall and rock solid with
broad shoulders and bulging biceps that were accentuated by his tank
shirt. His shaved head and goatee complimented his carved, masculine
features.  As I looked downward, I noticed his hand grabbing his bulging
package through his tight jeans, which seemed to be barely able to contain
his meaty thighs.

"Come over here," he commanded.

I inched closer. His giant, strong arms engulfed me and pulled me to his
chest. It was damp with sweat and the first thing I noticed was a cloud of
manly aroma that seemed to engulf me and instantly make me feel like I had
just hit the most powerful poppers in the world. He hugged me tight and
just held me against his sexy body.  Then he pulled my lips to his and
kissed me. His furry face ground against mine as I felt his strong hand
slide down my back to my ass, where he grabbed my left cheek and squeezed.
I was almost breathless.

Pushing me away and stepping back a bit, he reached over to a nearby post
and flicked on a light. A pale, yellow glow enveloped us in an instant and
I looked up at him, realizing that he was even better looking in person
than the pictures he had sent me.

"Now let me have a look at you," he said.

I stood there awkwardly, still trying to look my best.  At 28, I look a
little younger because of my slight frame and youthful features.  I wore my
contacts to this meeting, so I am hoping my big, blue eyes, my best
feature, are helping me look attractive to him.  My sandy brown hair and
smooth body are part of my boyish charm, I hope.

"Turn around, son," he said, making me flutter with excitement.  My round
ass was before him now. How I longed for him to approve of it, touch it,
lick it, fuck it and make it his own.  As I was thinking this, suddenly, I
felt him approach me from the back. He wrapped his strong, daddy arms
around me and nuzzled my neck with his beard. Then he gave my left ear a
sloppy, wet kiss.

"You want to be Daddy's special boy?" he asked.

Before I could answer, he continued.

"You wanna get naked for me and let me play with your sweet little boy ass?
You wanna suck Daddy's hard cock and let me breed your ass? You want Daddy
to make you feel so good?"

"Yes, Daddy," I said, practically melting into his arms.

Then he turned me around, grabbed and kissed me hard on the lips.  Is
strong tongue probing my mouth as I opened to him fully.

Then suddenly the kissing and tenderness were over. Before I knew it I was
being pushed further back in the barn, behind the workbench, through a
doorway into a small, windowless room that was pitch black.  I stood there
alone for a few seconds until he apparently flipped a switch and made the
room glow with red lighting around its perimeter.  In the center of the
room was a massage table and over to one side, a sex sling.  Hanging from
the walls and even the rafter was all sorts of gear, from whips, flogs and
even chains.  In a corner, a folding table had dildos, dongs, masturbation
sleeves and vibrators of every description.  It was like a collection, and
as I scanned it, I don't remember seeing any type that wasn't somehow
represented.

Grabbing my arm, he snapped on some leather bracelets with small rings in
them, then he put my arms overhead and snapped on a cable.  With a sudden
jerk and whooshing sound, I was immediately suspended in midair by my arms.
I screamed a little from the jolt and the surprise.

"Awww..that wasn't anything to scream about, boy," he said with a cackle.

He held me up by the cable for a few seconds, then he tied it off to a
nearby post and left me dangling, literally twisting around in the air, my
feet not able to touch the ground.  Then he took out a huge bowie knife,
which gleamed and glistened in the red light.  He looked positively evil as
he admired the knife's shine and sharpness.  For a moment, I was
panicked. My heart beat rapidly in my chest. I must have looked terrified
to him, and in fact I was. I was regretting ever agreeing to drive out to
the country and meet this stranger, figuring he was some psycho who was
about to carve me up.

Then he grabbed my face and kissed me deeply, his tongue assaulted my mouth
so violently that if it had been his dick in my ass it would have been rape
for sure.  But something about that kiss also signaled that all of this was
just part of the fun, so I started to relax a little tiny bit.

That is until he took the knife and after brandishing it again inches from
my face, started using it to cut my clothes from my body.  First came my
button down, collared short-sleeve shirt.  I watched in horror as he sliced
it apart, deftly avoiding cutting my skin with the sharp blade, and the
fabric fell in pieces into the darkness below me.  Then he started with my
shorts.  He pulled them from my body and sliced through my belt and my
waist band in one, singular motion.  I have to confess that when I saw
that, realizing how sharp the knife had to be to make such quick work of a
woven belt and the thickest part of my shorts, I was back into panic mode.

As the shorts fell, I was exposed, just my red and white jock strap kept me
from being completely naked in front of this man that I was now so much
afraid of. I shivered from the cool, dampness in the room and at the same
time became conscious that beads of cold sweat were trickling down my face
and my sides.

"Have I scared you, boy? Huh? I fucking told you Daddy is pretty kinky and
I like to get my fun by playing a little rough.  But don't worry, I would
never hurt you, son. I just like to make sure he knows who is in charge,"
he said in a calming voice that eerily seemed all the more maniacal.

Then he grabbed me and kissed me again, this time his large, calloused
hands found my cold, smooth boy ass.  He massaged it gently with his tongue
in my mouth and I felt myself relaxing just a bit. Maybe I would survive
this? Maybe?

Then he reached for the cable again and lowered me to the floor. My knees
folded underneath me and I found myself kneeling before him.  That's when
he flicked another switch and a spotlight hit us, perfectly illuminating
our bodies in a white circle.  I looked up into his dark, brown eyes. His
chiseled face didn't look so menacing. In fact, there was a paternal
kindness there that made me trust his last words to me.

He began to strip, starting with his "wife beater" white, ribbed tank shirt
which had become so soaked with sweat that he had to peel it off.  As he
did, the familiar, sharp ammonia odor of his man scent rose like steam from
his sweat-soaked armpits.  I had told him I had a pit fetish, and if my
hands were free, even though I was still a little afraid of him, I would
have tried to bury my face in them and lick them clean.

As if he sensed this, he yanked the cable and rose me to the perfect height
to accomplish the task.  He forced my head into first his right pit, then
his left, and let me savor his scent before I Iicked and sucked on his pit
hair to taste his essence.

Back down on my knees, he stepped back and undid his wide, black leather
belt.  He raised me with the cable, turned me around and playfully spanked
me with it.

"I hope I don't have to use this on you, Son. It'd hurt me a hell of a lot
more than it would hurt you.  Well, that's bullshit, it'd hurt you like
hell," he said, laughing.

Again, I was lowered to my knees and got a front row show as he stripped
off his pants. They were like a male stripper's and came off almost in one,
strong tug thanks to Velcro at the side seams.  This left him standing
there in a leather-look black, studded jockstrap and his black calf length
boots.

"Mmmm...a sweet boy mouth for my big, daddy cock," he said as he stepped
forward, grabbed my head and rubbed his semi-hard erection on my face. I
loved the manly scent emanating from his balls.  Whatever fear of him I
still had, it was being overcome by my lust.  I guess I was enjoying this
all along?

He unsnapped a flap on the jock strap, and his fat, long cock sprang forth
in all its glory, along with his massive bull balls, which hung low and
heavy beneath his manhood.  Now the aroma was not just enticing, it was
compelling.  I wished for him to bring his crotch closer so I could enjoy
it.

He was only about half to three quarters of the way erect, but his big dick
was as big around as a beer can and already curving slightly upward.  It
swayed before him like a cruel weapon.  He reached down, tugged on his
balls and pulled my chin up to make me look into his face.

"Before we get started, boy, Daddy's gotta take a piss."

The he held his cock at the base, closed his eyes and leaned his head back.
With a deep sigh that was part bear growl, he let his piss go right on my
chin.  The stream was soft and timid at first, then it built up to a
full-on gusher, causing his dank, odorous piss to splatter all over my face
and hair.

I had told him I was new to water sports and probably would drink, but when
he opened his eyes and looked down at me to watch himself piss on my face,
something about his sadistic grin and my need for his approval got
triggered. I opened my mouth and let the warm flow enter me. It was salty
and tasted pretty much like it smelled. I let his piss accumulate, then I
spit some of it out, letting the flow out both sides of my mouth.

He was into this so much and re-directed his stream to fill my mouth up
again.  This time, with my mouth full of his whiz, he pinched my nostrils.
With my arms held up and no way to fight back, I had no choice but to
swallow the whole mouthful.  I looked up at him and again, his eyes
transfixed me.  I wanted to please him with ever fiber of my being.  So, we
repeated this process over and over again until he was drained.

Then surprisingly not bothered at all by my piss covered face, he raised me
up with the cable and kissed me passionately.  I loved the way he was
caressing my back and ass. I wanted all of him in that moment. But he was
determined to play this all out on his timetable, one delicious taste of
him at a time.

After the kiss, I was lowered again. He unhooked me from the cable and let
my arms rest at my sides with me kneeling.  Then he pulled me up to a
standing position before he sat on a large chair in the corner and bent me
over his knees.

The first whack on my ass was a shock, but as he spanked me, the sting of
his slaps went away. My ass cheeks were kind of numb but also burning
hot. My actual hole tingled with excitement, hoping for an errant finger to
satisfy the ache to be penetrated in any way by him.

"Fuck, this is one sweet little boy hole," he said, prying my ass cheeks
apart with his strong fingers. "You want Daddy to play with it bad, don't
you son?"

"Yes, Daddy."

That's when he hooked me back up to the cable and raised me up higher than
I'd been before. He grabbed my hips to steady my spinning body, then he
found my ass with his face and tongue. A rim job always makes me hot, but
getting one from a hot daddy while helplessly suspended in midair had me so
close to cumming that I suspect the slightest touch of his hand on my cock
and I would have exploded.

Then took me down, over to a chair and he pulled me down sit on his lap,
facing away.  He kissed my neck and ears, and actually licked them a
little, stopping to chew on one of my earlobes.  I was getting so turned on
that my cock throbbed in my jockstrap, yearning to be set fee.

"You want to be Daddy's boy?"

"Yes, sir."

"You want me to make you mine?"

I hesitated, flashing back to the scene with the knife and wondering if
there was something more than sex behind that, but deciding I had to
answer, told him "yes" obediently.

"I will mark you boy," he said.

"But you have to show Daddy that you are loyal."

He pushed me off his lap, then down to my knees.  Then he raised my arms up
and reconnected my wrist bracelets to the cable before lowering me to a
position even with his waist.  That's when he bent over and shoved his
hairy ass crack in my face, reaching behind and grabbling my head until my
nose was engulfed in his butt.

"Lick it, son. Show Daddy you will submit," he said.

Now as a bottom, men's asses are nice to look at, but I don't really get
off playing with them and I love to be rimmed but I haven't ever enjoyed
doing on another guy. Double standard? Yes, maybe. But that's just how I
am...or was.

He sensed my hesitation.

"Come on, boy. Lick Daddy's hairy hole. Show me you are willing to do
anything I ask you to do," he said impatiently.

I stuck my tongue out timidly and licked a few times.

"Ah...that's it. Good boy!"

His demeaning words fueled my lust, and soon I was lapping at his hole and
savoring its musky, manly taste as much or more than when I licked his
armpits.

When I had satisfied that urge in him, he raised me up for more deep mouth
kisses. I guess if he doesn't mind the taste of his own asshole, I
shouldn't either, I thought.

Moments later, I was being led to the sling in the corner of the room.  I
laid in it, thinking we'd start fucking, but he had other plans.  He
connected my wrist bracelets onto the chains of the sling with some hooks,
then secured my feet with a set of straps around my ankles. There was no
way I was going anywhere, not that I wanted to.

That's when I looked up and saw a flat screen TV mounted to the ceiling.  I
looked down to find him and ask about it when I noticed he was gone. The TV
flashed to life and I realized in an instant I was watching a video of
myself with him pissing on my face.  The video stuttered a bit, then rolled
on in slow motion.  I watched his piss fly off my chin, me slowly open my
mouth and let it fill, me spitting it out, him holding my nose, me
swallowing over and over again. Clearly he was in some other room
controlling it, making me watch his urinary assault on my face and mouth.

I was a little embarrassed and somewhat worried that the video might make
it to the internet. But before I could process those feelings, the screen
went dark and he was back with me again.

"See? Daddy made you a movie star, son," he said in a patronizing tone.

Then he leaned over and kissed me. It was the first time his body had
connected across mine and it felt heavenly.  He kissed me passionately,
making me kind of weak. We smelled like him, his piss, his sweat....him.

"Fuck boy, we're just getting started," he said.

He lubed his cock and stroked it to its full hardness while staring deeply
into my eyes with an evil half grin on his face. Then he handed me a rubber
cock ring and ordered me to suck on it in my mouth.  With my slobber as
lube, he stretched and put on the cock ring.  Then he took a syringe filled
with lube and injected it in my ass.  As a final preparation, he produced a
small bottle of poppers and helped me deeply snort some twice in each
nostril.

I was out for like a second from the poppers, but when I came around, I
realized his fat cockhead was already breaching my ass.  As forceful and
demanding as he was, he was also a great top. Patient and yet totally in
charge. My ass opened for him like a flower and soon we were fucking like
wild animals.

As he thrust himself into me, his huge balls slapped my ass. He pinched
both of his nipples and grimaced his face, lost in pleasure. It's a miracle
his big cock didn't hurt at all. I guess I was really ready. As his
pounding stretched me wide open, I started enjoying waves of pleasure all
over my body. I have never had an orgasm without touching my cock, but
after 20 minutes of his expert hard fucking, I was getting damned close.

"Fuck boy, your hole is so smooth," he told me.

He peppered his grunting and thrusting with phrases like "Fuck yes!" and
"Nice hole" and "What a good boy," but my favorite was "You are making
Daddy feel so good!"

I loved all of those phrases, but when he started talking about his cum, I
lost all composure. He had turned into a whimpering, horny little slut
desperate to please him and feel his essence inside me.

"You want Daddy's load in you, son?" he asked.

"Yes, Daddy," I cooed.

"I know you do. You want Daddy to breed this ass!"

After a few minutes more, he abruptly withdrew, worked off the cock ring
and re-entered me.

"Daddy's gonna breed you boy. But first, I wanna make you cum," he said.

He jacked my cock with his large hand a few times, then reached over and
grabbed a white cylinder from the table full of sex toys.  He shot some
lube in one end and worked the device over my cock before flipping a switch
on the side with his massive thumb.

That's when this battery operated masturbator went to work on me.  A
thousand little nubs of lubed silicone instantly started massaging my
cockhead and shaft. I was delirious with pleasure and would cum at any
second.  He saw this, picked up the pace, and fucked me as hard as he
could. The sling was shaking, the rafters it was mounted to creaked and it
felt like the whole barn was coming down on us.  I couldn't think about
anything but how good this all felt.

I looked at him he looked at me...we came at the same time looking into
each other's eyes. I laid there and watched as he grunted and moaned and
pumped about seven blasts of hot cum into me.  I could feel it in my hole
and hear it making gushing sounds as he slowed his thrusts into me.

When he was done, he took the masturbator off me, opened it up and poured
my cum into the palm of his hand.  Then he used it as lube to fuck it into
my ass slowly while he kissed me and whispered in my ear.

"You're a good boy. You're Daddy's boy, aren't you?"

"Yes, I said."

He undid my wrist restraints. I caressed his strong back and muscled
shoulders. They were wet with sweat. The ammonia-rich scent of his pits
overwhelmed me. Once again, I was enveloped by his manliness.

After letting me rest a while, Daddy led me over and strapped me face down
to the massage table, with a bolster under my stomach so my ass was
pointing straight up.  Then, he pulled out a small camera and light and
narrated as he shot a video of his cum in my ass.

"Fuck yeah, son. Daddy bred you good. Look at that sweet, cherry hole all
full of my thick, white cum."

He showed me the instant replay and I marveled at how gaping my hole was,
full of his seed. I guess a half hour of hard fucking will do that to you,
I reasoned.  But Daddy wasn't done with me just yet.  With me strapped to
the table, he positioned a fuck machine on a cart just so it could do its
thing on my crack.  He set it to a slow speed, and I enjoyed the sensation
of the latex cock moving in perfect rhythm in and out of my hole.  I was
close to being on edge again when he positioned me on my knees and ordered
me to stay there.

He came back into the room with a large, silver drinking cup that he filled
with another long, piss. He made me lick the droplets of pee off the tip of
his cock before holding the base of the cup and the back of my head until I
drank it all.

"Now you are Daddy's boy," he said proudly.

He ushered me over to a large chair in the corner and got me on my knees in
the cocksucker position.

"Suck my cock, boy," he ordered.

I've never gone from ass to mouth before, but by this time, he had me so
worked up and so submissive, all inhibitions were gone.  I nursed his half
hard dick to its fullest, hardest state.

"Fuck yeah, boy," he said over and over as I sucked.

"You're Daddy's now. You're such a good boy."

When it was time for him to cum, he stood up, jacked off and remarkably,
filled my open mouth with another huge load, watching me swallow every
drop.  Then he sat back down in his chair, produced a cigar from a table
nearby and sat back for a relaxing long smoke with me between his legs,
admiring the cock that had just assaulted me.

I had drank Daddy's piss, tasted his ass on command, let him fuck and breed
my ass and swallowed his hot cum.  I was definitely his now.  It didn't
matter that he cut my clothes off and I had no idea how I would get home.
In that moment, I loved knowing that I had pleased him.

"I am so glad I found you, boy. I am so glad you are mine, now," he said.

We cuddled a bit longer before he handed me some sweats and a t-shirt for
the drive home. But not before I made plans for a return visit to the barn.