Mr. Johnson

When Mr. Johnson next door comes knocking on our family's door and asks your dad if you can help him with a small project back at his house, you know that's his code for "get your sexy ass ready for fucking bitchboi." In less than 15 minutes, here you are, ass up, mouth open in slutty moans of pleasure as Mr. Johnson's glorious throbbing dick rams non-stop deep into your hungry pink pussy. Over the last few months, you've become his submissive little cumdump and never fail to come at his call. Whether it's just him fucking you or he has invited some friends over to use you as their plaything, you can't resist serving him. 

As your sloppy gaping cunt is bred once again with his baby batter, you shoot your load hands-free into the sheets with joy at providing him with so much pleasure. It's at these times, after the bliss of sex, that your mind starts to worry that your dad might be catching on that you're a willing whore for men. But just then, Mr. Johnson takes his huge slop-covered cock out of your pussy and tells you to clean it off -- and with that beautiful dick in your face, all other thought disappears in lust.

An Online Order

Daddy and I have been talking online for the past few days. Daddy likes his baby girls who are willing to obey and are dirty cheap sluts, and I am happy to be that for Daddy. In a moment of steamy conversation, Daddy just tells me an address and a date, and I say: Yes, Daddy! That day, I arrive at a nice hotel on the outside but a clearly fetish one on the inside, not that I mind at all. In the elevator, I meet a few other girly boys, I presume, similar to me but more on the jockish side. 

We all share the slim waist and big bubble butt. When I get to my floor, the four of us get off and feel weird. Beginning to walk, we all stop at the same door and look at each other. Before I could ask anything, the door opened, and Daddy greeted the four of us in a leather setup: vest, gloves, chaps, and the classic jockstrap. He smiles and tells us to come inside. In the room, I see the biggest bed in the middle and a few older men naked. All the men begin to comment and say super sexy stuff and describe all the things they are going to do to us, but Daddy is looking at us and the bed. 

I understand the order: I take all my clothes off and just leave my underwear, crawl to the bed, and get on all fours. All the men just burst laughing and began to touch and say that I was a good girl. Daddy also says that good girls are rewarded with nice, hard dicks. The other three follow my pace and in a few seconds, we are all in our princess panties on the bed presenting pussy. We're ready to serve Daddy!

Viewpoint: On Submissives

Reading over more than a few blogs, I notice a certain schizophrenia among both the dominants and the submissives. It is difficult to determine what a person is insisting are essential qualities of a dominant/submissive relationship and what are really hot fantasies. 

First and foremost, a submissive can mean a lot of things. A submissive can mean princess, baby girl, or boi and this a is term that is commonly used on this site. But a submissive is not necessarily those things. Unless you are submissive and get off on being those things in sexual role-playing.

As a general principle, most submissives share a couple of traits, none of which are negative in and of themselves. They do not like to lead or direct, at least in their interpersonal relationships. They like to follow and be directed. They admire strength, whether of character, body, or personality. They enjoy serving others. Generally, but not always, they prefer the receptive or passive role in sex. Submissives tend to have a modest view of their own positive characteristics, frequently not attributing sufficient value to those. They are attracted to confident men. Patriarchy, but not necessarily toxic masculinity, comes naturally to them.

Some things have come to be understood as submissive traits that are not. They have nothing to do with being submissive. 

Being submissive does not mean being unintelligent. Some boys are quite well-educated. Others are quite intelligent, though not necessarily educated. Being a submissive does not mean being brainless. With a handful of exceptions, I think most dominants appreciate an intelligent boy. An educated boy with skills has even more value. 

Being a submissive does not mean being weak. Many submissives are confident and accomplished in their chosen fields. Many are physically fit. Many are natural-born leaders in crisis situations. Submission is not about the absence of power. It is about the yielding of that power to another under appropriate circumstances.

Being a submissive does not mean losing your identity. While submissives tend to define themselves as their dominants, remember that a dominant cannot exist without a submissive either. Yes, a submissive should endeavor to be pleasing to his chosen dominant. But dominants also enjoy boys who are unique and different. They like boys who bring something to the relationship that the dominant does not. A dominant should mold his boy. He should not have to create him from scratch.

To illustrate the point, many dominants fall short in the empathy and sensitivity areas and seek submissives who can complement the relationship by bringing those qualities to the table, so to speak. In Interview with a Vampire, Lestat's desire for Louie is because he is empathic and compassionate. It was a way for Lestat to maintain some part of his humanity. For many dominants, a submissive's softer side does the same for them. Because most Dominants are protectors, they correspondingly seek caregivers. Daddy/boy, Husband/boy wife, and even Master/slave are examples of roles that complement each other in which one protects and provides, the other serves and dotes providing affection, even adoration. Each contributes something different. Even the Greek gods needed humans to worship them.

Being a submissive does not mean losing all autonomy. A submissive should be able to be independent, even though he chooses not to.  The choice must be available in various aspects of the relationship. Body autonomy, hard limits, and financial integrity are all essential to being in a healthy Dominant/submissive relationship. 

While the frequent fantasy is that a submissive has no safe words or doesn't have the right to say no, in fact, they do for a couple of reasons. I won't go into all of them, but the most important is that forcing a boy to do something that runs against deeply held values can damage the boy mentally and emotionally, perhaps even permanently. A good Dominant, despite the "sexy talk," will recognize this. A self-aware submissive will not hesitate to ask for it.

The right to control should not be confused with actual control. While I like picking out a boy's clothes, deciding where we go and what we eat, as well as which activities we engage in, I don't want to do it on a 24/7 basis. Don't get me wrong. I want the right to do it on a 24/7 basis. But actually, micromanaging another human being on a 24/7 basis is exhausting. At some point, it ceases to be fun and can in fact turn a Dominant off. A submissive is supposed to be a companion, not a child. 

A boy should have his own interests, friends, likes, and dislikes. To the extent these conflict with the Dominant's own desires, they should and must be discussed and reconciled in some manner. A submissive should be able to function in the absence of his Dominant, and more importantly, act in the interest of the Dominant when he cannot do so for himself, due to absence, illness, or other circumstances.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that submissives and the degree of submission operate on a sliding scale unique to each boy and his Man. There is no right way to be a submissive nor be a Dominant. A boy is free to explore a Dominant/submissive relationship in the context of the degree of his willingness to submit. If a boy is worthy and valuable, a Dominant will work within that framework to acquire the boy. It doesn't have to be an all-or-nothing proposition.

If you are a submissive, do not fall into the trap of allowing this site to define who you are. You can be as much a boy as you want. There are no rules. You don't have to be a slave. You don't have to profess that you have no worth. You don't have to drink piss. You don't even have to wear a collar and submit to undeserved punishments. That is not to say that some or all of these are not useful in a Dominant/submissive relationship whether to help keep a boy in subspace or to fulfill a desired kink. It's just that you don't HAVE to do them. You may merge aspects of several roles or adapt them to your situation as works for both of you. A good Dominant will hear you out and help you explore the limits of your submission, and where he cannot convince you to explore those limits, respect them.

Daddy's Gift

He took some time to find the words but today Daddy gave this boy the gift of claiming his pussy and leaving it a cunt. 

Looking back on her journey is almost unbelievable. She wasn't sure that it was. She contacted Daddy looking for training. Daddy took her into his stable and slowly helped teach her what it means to truly be a baby girl and how to be an excellent one.

The first lessons were to help retrain her body while Daddy slowly worked on her mind. She needed to learn that she no longer had a dick; she had a clit and her clit needs to be locked. It was a tough lesson but through Daddy's designed training to improve her time locked up while she slowly learned that she wanted to stay locked. 

Next she needed to learn to improve her holes for the pleasure of a man. Daddy started with her pussy by using small toys, building up her time and skill. Excited by her improvement, she asked Daddy to let her use bigger butt plugs which Daddy would occasionally permit, but would often lead to a very happily sore pussy. These subtle lessons helped her internalize how Daddy does know best. Daddy knows his baby girl and her abilities. Daddy would let her know when she was ready for the next toy or phase of her training. 

As she built her time locked, Daddy mentioned Locktober which was probably the most pivotal moment in her training. While nervous, she asked Daddy if she could do Locktober to which He of course allowed; His princess locked for a month in honor of her Daddy. 

During Locktober, her training moved from using butt plugs to using big dildos. She learned to ejaculate hands free while caged and finally learned how much she likes being caged. She first asked Daddy to extend through No-Nut-November before realizing that she needed more and asked to become a permanently caged. 

November saw more lessons, like throat training, her collaring, and even learning that she likes to be spanked over Daddy's knee, but her daily pussy training was always with its small purple dildo. She had not yet earned having a realistic dildo, Daddy's cock, in her virgin pussy. But finally, Daddy thought that her pussy was trained enough and her cherry was ready for harvesting so for Christmas, this girl got to give her cherry to Daddy while Daddy gave her his dick and a new cunt.

Thank you so much Daddy for your continued guidance. You have taught your princess the happiness that comes from submitting and obeying. It hopes that other girls will bend their knees and find their place, caged and collared beneath a Daddy such as you.

Ever since I met Daddy, I’ve found myself at such peace. I didn’t realize how intense the need for human contact was but getting to cuddle up in his arms at the end of every day has given me such a better grasp of my mental health. I told him I think the reason I was such a hot mess all the time was because I was so touch starved. He solved that by shoving his massive dick down my throat. He also told me not to worry, just to make sure I could feel his touch all day everyday, he locked a chastity device on my clitty. Now I was never beyond his grasp.

Locking a girlt isn't just an act of dominance.  It's also an act of compassion. Even when Daddy's not there, the girl can feel his presence, can put her hand on it as a constant reminder that she is owned, cared for, and protected.  Don't wait.  Ask your Daddy for the honor of wearing his cage.

You Know What To Do

"You know what to do."

I knew very well. It wasn't the first time that he woke me up in the middle of the night, pointing his dick at my face.

"And you know you to do it quietly."

Like I was the one who did the talking. It was always Alec who wouldn't shut his mouth during our nightly "sessions". While my mouth was on his cock.

"That's right, nice and quiet. You don't want to wake up the others, right."

Sometimes I'm wondering if he'd be fucking me if I was straight. After all, he approached without knowing that the first time in the showers.

"Or maybe you do? Huh? Do you want all those sweaty horny guys to wake up, find you sucking on my fat dick and join in? Huh?"

Like hell I do! Straight guys and their fucking idea about gay men wanting any cock thrown their way. But what chance do I have to do what he says? 

"Answer me, slut! Do you want the others to join us?"

"No ..."

"Oh, why not? Don't you love sucking cock? I wonder how many would fit in that little mouth at once. Two? Three?"

...

"I'm talking to you! Have you ever had more than one cock in your mouth at once? Answer me, slut!"

"Y-yes ... Had two cocks in my mouth at once."

"Knew it! You're a whore!"

"Hey!"

"Oops, looks like we got company! Hey, man, sorry, just got a bit excited from this  slut over here slurping on my cock like crazy, heh. This little slut loves to suck my dick. He just told me he wants two in his mouth at once. Wanna join in?"

"I mean ... I'm pretty blue-balled, but ..."

You ain't making me a whore here!"

""His mouth's a jackpot. Come and try it."

"Well, I haven't had a good head in months. Move!"

"That's it, bro! Come over and enjoy!"

"Wait..."

"Huh? What's up? Don't tell me you don't want this!"

"Look at that fat dick! And those balls! Give them a lick, come on! Try them and tell me how they taste!"

"Well, I do—"

"That's it, nice and quiet before the whole room wakes up and starts on that sweet mouth."

"Fuck, with those skills the bitch has, I bet he'd love that! Come on, deeper!"

"NWO! GWAAH!"

"Haha, maybe tomorrow night then."

You Were SO right, Bruh

I met Derek online, he was getting ready to move to my town after college graduation. Turns out he was self-conscious about his small dick, which prevented him from scoring the way he wanted. After I saw his baby dick in person for the first time, the problem was beyond obvious:

“Ah, you’re right... sorry to say, dude, but it’s tiny” I said. “But that doesn’t mean you should give up on sex entirely.”

“I’m just tired of getting laughed at” he revealed.

“You just need to reevaluate. You’re focusing on your little dick as your primary sex organ, and that’s wrong”

“What do you mean? I'm confused.”

“Well look at you Derek, you’re completely hairless, you’re twinky...you need to focus on your pussy”

“...But, I don’t have a pussy”

“Sure you do, I’ll show you, send me your address and I’ll send you a gift”

A week later he got the big dildo I sent him. After his initial reluctance, he admitted to trying it out.

"And dude?"

"Well, that first time was a lil awkward, I'll admit, and I was sore for days after. Now though, Christ I've got to have it in me at least twice a day, every day. You were SO right, bruh. I'm so much happier knowing I have a pussy. Thanks.

It's Dick O'clock

"Hey, bitch, dick o'clock."

I turn from my desk and see Zayn, my roomie, on his bed with his hard dick out and ready. From that point on, he never raises his eyes, because he knows all too well I will drop everything, get on the floor and crawl to the bed to be his cock warmer.

"Don't forget the balls, they go down easier when lubed."

I met Zayn on the first day of college when I moved in with him. He turned me out without hesitation and has been "training" me since. That was a month ago and while I got better at sucking, I can't by any means deepthroat that fat dick of his.

"Start already, bitch! A month in and you're still so slow."

I usually start with licking all around his dick and balls and lubing them with my spit to make them go easier down my mouth and throat. All the while he ignores me. Except those times when he thinks I'm not trying hard enough and locks my head in a vice grip by his legs, forcing me to go as deep as possible. Zayn says it's for my sake to "meet the goal." The goal he had set for me: being able to swallow both his cock and balls by break.

"Lick them all around, bitch, or they won't go down."

There's no way I can manage that, even a skilled cocksucker couldn't. Zayn says I can make it since his balls are no wider than his cock. But his cock is thick meat on its own.

"Go down on it. And no breaks till I tell you, or else. You know what's in store if you don't achieve your goal."

Maybe he knows I can't make it. He surely knows. He's just looking forward to "the punishment" he had set up for me: in case I can't do it.

He'll do the same thing to my ass the same time he "cunts it out" for the first time thus giving me my pussy. I hadn't imagined my first sexual relationship to be this way. But since Zayn considers me his cock warmer, it's not much of a relationship anyway, is it? If only that cock wasn't so fucking gorgeous.

His Bros: Maybe

Maybe Brent did want it that first time when his buddies came in, drunk, high, and horny, from a night out. Hell, he was drunk, horny & high that night too 

Maybe there were three of them, all jocks, all bigger, more muscular than him, virile, and used to getting whatever they wanted.

Maybe he begged them to do it, telling them that he  did want to get fucked.

Maybe they each one took their turn fucking him in his virgin hole until they had shot their loads deep up his “pussy” as they called it. 

Maybe it took a couple of days before Brett could face them, knowing that he begged them to fuck him. 

He knew they would do it again, and he wanted them too.

Maybe he didn’t feel like a man anymore.

Maybe no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t help but feel that there was an emptiness in his guts that desperately needed to be filled, filled by his friends’ dicks. 

Maybe, he thought, he had no choice anymore because the multiple loads of cum shot deep in his new pussy were a drug, and now he was addicted, craving it. 

Maybe this time, he knew they would be coming home drunk and horny again, just like that first night.

Maybe this time he was laying at the door, patiently waiting for them to come back, in nothing but a jockstrap, face down cunt up, the same way they had fucked him that first night. 

Maybe this time he wanted them to do it again.

Just Like I Know I Should

"OH MY FUCKING GOD! My ass feels so FULL! How do I look from your end Dad? Is my new cunt it all you hoped for?"

"Baby, you have never looked so good. Your fat pussy lips are gripping my shaft like it doesn't want to ever let go! And their dragging on my dick as I withdraw."

"Because I don't ever want to let go of your big dick! I didn't know sex could feel this good! You were right I needed to have a hungry cunt so bad! I'm glad you like the view because I'm 100% in, this cunt is yours from now on! Anytime, anywhere, no matter what. Just ask Daddy."

"Thank you so much, son! Now I want you to feel me pump that cum all the way into your womb, and for once and for all you'll be my baby girl! Oh fuck son, that fucking tight pink lil pussy feels so fucking good. Going to be one gaping, happily sore, cummy, stretched-out cunt when Daddy is through with you, you lil whore. I'm so goddamn close to breeding you!"

"Please Dad, fuck my pussy harder! Breed this bitchboi! Paint my cunt with my brothers and sisters!"

"OH FUCK! Here it comes, princess, MY baby batter!"

"I feel it shooting in my pussy, oh Daddy, don't stop, I'm gonna cum too, hands-free just like I know I should!"

You Said You Wouldn't

“Dude, you came in my ass,” Ryan said as he reached back to feel my load running down his left leg. “You said you wouldn’t” 

“Yeah, I know” I replied as I started to get dressed “I just couldn’t stop myself when I noticed how hard you were pushing your pussy back on my big dick, like you wanted every millimeter of my cock. It was hot. You were hot”

“Uh, I guess that’s alright, but what about me? Look how hard I am man.” Ryan answered back.

“What do you mean?” I said back, “Just jerk yourself off real quick.”

“So you just came over here to breed my ass and leave? What the fuck dude? That’s not cool.” Ryan was starting to get a little angry. It was at that minute something seemed to click for him. “Fuck dude, is that what girls think after? Am I the girl right now? 

I smiled and kissed him as I pulled my shoes on. “Yup, you’re a big ole girl, Ryan. But you are also my bitch now, so maybe that’s what you’re feeling. We can talk about it when I come over tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” He answered “I don’t know man, I’ve got classes and a paper, I might be “

“Ahh don't worry about it” I cut him off “I’ll be here tomorrow around 5, you’ll make me dinner and I'll fuck you again, and I’ll help you with your paper.”

He still looked skeptical as he was absentmindedly rubbing his still swollen pussy “Well maybe we could-“

“Hey, hey, Ryan, you’re not listening. There is no maybe, this is your life now, you’re going to be my bitch the rest of the year, I came in your cunt, I chose you. Get used to your pussy when and how I want. Come to think of it, get that ass in the air and let me put another load in you 

The Right Key

I'm not going to say that my husband was a "lazy bottom," but he was definitely the type to let the top do most of the work. And not just with me, I'd seen him get fucked by dozens of guys we'd brought home over the years and it was pretty much the same thing. 

Then we met Jimmy at a bar while on vacation, he was a tall, very muscular, attractive man. You could tell from the bulge in the front of his pants he was packing some big muscle in there as well. My husband was immediately enamored with Jimmy, and was all over him flirting and couldn't keep his hands to himself. I knew when the three of us left to go back to our hotel room this was going to be a good night! 

They were no sooner in the door to our room when the flirty touching changed to full-on groping and pulling each other's clothes off. When my husband got on his knees and pulled Jimmy's pants down, eight very fat veiny inches of beautiful dick slapped him in the face so hard it made a thud like this was some cartoon! I'd seen my husband suck a lot of dick, and he was good, but I'd never seen him devour a cock like he did Jimmy's, and that is saying something because he had more than a mouthful. 

My husband was a slobbery mess worshipping that dick until he turned around, presented Jimmy with his pussy, and literally started to beg for his big dick! That is when I truly saw something I'd never seen. My husband will moan some during sex, but he isn't much of a dirty talker. But he was moaning and groaning, slamming his hips back to meet each of Jimmy's deep thrusts. When Jimmy said "Who's cunt is this?" something my husband would have otherwise rolled his eyes at and ignored, he immediately responded "Your cunt, it's all your cunt, fucking resize my cuntt for that big dick!" 

They fucked for an hour and a half straight in about every position all over our hotel suite. I watched my husband turn into a completely lust-driven whore who shot two hands-free loads before Jimmy finally let out a low growl and unloaded his balls inside my husband; while my husband moaned, "fill my pussy with your cum!". After that night, sex between my husband and me was the same, but when we'd hook up with another guy, he really only had an interest in hung men, and the sex with them was almost always the same as it was with Jimmy. I guess we just had to find the right key to unlock the total whore in my husband, and I'm sure glad we found it! 

Willing

As soon as I walked in the front door I could hear the very familiar, and quite honestly regular, sounds of sex coming from upstairs. I knew right away my son had someone up in his bedroom fucking his brains out.

 I was pretty used to it, he has always been an inquisitive and horny boy, which is why I ended up making him my personal little cum dump. But in the last year he seems to be in a constant state of heat and in need of dick more times a day than I can keep up with. 

So I'm ok with him bringing his fuck buddies around, but he knows the rule, if he is going to fuck in my home, I may just walk in and watch him get his hungry lil pink pussy cored out. Today was no exception, when I opened his bedroom door neither of them was facing me, I watched for a minute or two until they changed positions and it became clear who the older man he brought home to paint his cunt white was. 

That is when I got upset and spoke up and made them stop right! To be clear I wasn't upset about who my son brought home, hell I was actually proud of him, convincing my married older brother to fuck his pink cunt! But family does not make family wear a condom when they fuck, I insisted he take it off before they resumed, something they both seemed happy to accommodate! The show that unfolded after that, I know my brother and nephews are going to be stopping by a lot more often now that my big bro knows what a horny willing pussyboy I have under my roof!  

W-what Daddy?

“W-what Daddy?” I froze in my tracks, a knot forming in my stomach.

“You heard me, princess.” Daddy’s towel dropped as he began to approach me. “I said I know you’ve been touching that clitty of yours without my permission.”

“B-But Daddy, I didn’t…” I began to sputter nervously. How did he know?

I felt Daddy’s arms embrace me from behind, his erect dick pressing into my ass, held back only by my suit pants.

“No more lies, baby girl.” He whispered in my ear. My clitty began to stir in my pants. I felt his hands reach around my neck and undo my tie. “Hands behind your back.”

I complied and Daddy took my necktie off completely and wrapped it tightly around my wrists, knotting it. He then unbuttoned my pants, letting the drop to the ground. I stepped out of them, feeling a bit self-conscious wearing only a pair of sheer dress socks from the waist down. My clitty was now fully erect. Daddy gently grabbed my clitty and gave it a few strokes, only stopping after I let out a few moans.

Daddy wrapped his meaty hand around my clitty and pulled me along with him into his house. I was led into his study and was pushed into a chair.

“Stay there, princess.” 

Daddy grabbed a laptop and put it in front me. He pulled up a camera feed of different rooms in his mansion. Some video was shown of me going about my day doing my usual chores. Daddy cycled through the various feeds all of me in his house.

“You probably didn’t know I installed motion sensor cameras in the house did you, princess?”

My stomach dropped. “No Daddy,” I replied nervously.

The camera feed changed to video of me laying on Daddy’s bed jerking off as I sniffed a pair of his sheer socks I got from his laundry. My usual go-to jerk off scene.

“Now, baby girl you know that you are not allowed to play with that clitty. It belongs only to me and I don’t remember giving you permission to play with my property.”

“I know Daddy. I’m sorry Daddy.”

Daddy cycled through more videos of me jerking off. “And you seem to have been quite busy playing with Daddy’s property when I’m at work. What’s wrong, cupcake? Am I not giving you enough chores to do around the house?”

“No Daddy. I mean yes Daddy.”

“This is bad, baby. You should have known better than to disobey me like this. Now Daddy can’t trust you while he’s away.”

“Daddy I’m so sorry. I’ll never do it again. I promise.”

Daddy squatted in front of me and grabbed my boi-ovaries hard  I yelped and instinctively tried to move away, but couldn’t do much with my hands tied behind my back.

Daddy grinned.”I know you’ll never do it again, princess. Because I’ve gotten myself a nice little insurance policy to make sure it never happens again.”

He produced a small black box from a nearby drawer. Inside it was a chastity cage, a padlock and some keys.

“Take a look at your future, baby girl. Because if you want to continue to live here, then you will be wearing this for a very long time.”

“Daddy this really isn’t necessary. I won’t play with myself anymore. I promise.”

“Quiet baby!” Daddy shouted causing me to jump. “This is not up for debate. The cage will be locked on and it will stay locked on until I say otherwise. Am I being clear?”

“Y-yes Daddy,” I bowed my head and said dejectedly.

“Good girl.” Daddy took my clitty and jammed my clitty and boi-ovaries into the base ring followed by cramming my now deflating clitty into the barred cage.

“Look at that princess. Our problem is now solved with your clitty locked away nice and secure; safe from any unauthorized play.”

“Yes Daddy.” I muttered. 

I watched as Daddy took the only keys to the clitty cage and placed them in his safe to which only he knew the combination and locked them away. 

“Now remember I have motion sensors set up in every room in this house, princess. I don’t want to catch you trying to figure out the combination to my safe or there will be some very serious consequences.”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Now that I have you safely locked away, I think it’s time we go and take care of your punishment. I think it’s only fair that you spend a month in that cage for every time you came without permission. By my count it was 8. But I have no idea how many times you jerked off before I installed the cameras, so why don’t we plan on keeping that clitty locked away for an even 12 months?”

“But Daddy,” I protested. “That’s a whole year. I don’t think I can…”

“It’s a year, baby girl. And it’s been decided. No more arguments or I will make it two.”

I was out of options. “Yes Daddy.”

“Good. Don’t worry princess a year will pass in no time. And Daddy will be sure to have plenty of orgasms for the two of us. Now stand up.”

I obeyed and stood up from my chair. Daddy then picked me up and slung me over his burly shoulder. He gave my ass a nice firm slap. “C’mon baby girl. Let’s go see just how many I can plow into your pusys this afternoon.

Don't Remember a Thing

Jake stood in the doorway of his dorm room, trying to remember exactly what had happened last night. The last thing he remembered was being on the losing end of a beer pong game at the frat house and taking his first-ever booty bump, after that, everything was a haze. He had been pretty drunk and high, but he was sure he would have remembered if he’d fallen or hurt himself somehow, so what explains the deep pain in his ass? He reached back to feel and found something wet and sticky on his rump then felt his asshole. What the fuck? Was the cum? His rectum was swollen too.

Just then, the door to the room swung open, and his roommate Ryan walked in. “Hey, what’s up, princess, how’s your morning?” Ryan asked with a big smile.

“Dude, what the fuck? Why are you calling me princess?” Jake shot back defensively.

“We decided that would be your new name last night,” Ryan answered “Don’t you remember? After you lost at pong, you offered Nick and me your ass as payment for the bet you couldn’t cover. You kept saying how you’d always fantasized about getting fucked in the ass. How you wanted your ass turned into pussy.”

Jake looked horrified now, it was true that he had fantasies about it, but he couldn’t believe he’d talked about it with his roommate. “Ryan, buddy, I don’t remember anything about last night! You cannot tell anyone about this. Please.” He was almost begging.

Ryan laughed “can’t tell anyone? Dude, I don’t have to tell anyone, the whole frat watched us. You must have taken twenty loads last night. Everybody knows. You’re the new frat house cum dump buddy.”

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Sit Down

Paul  found a chance to sneak off to a bathroom. He’d spent the last 4 hours working as a nude waiter at this gay gentleman’s club he’d been recently hired by. The money was real good, definitely worth putting up with the flirts and constant groping. The only problem was the chastity cage he was required to wear while working since his employers did not want him getting hard and distracted while serving. He hated the cage, at first, it was humiliating, but he learned to live with it for the money, at least for now. But it did make using a urinal very difficult, and he was still trying to get the hang of it when his supervisor, the club owner Allen, walked into the bathroom. 

“Paul, let me give you a tip. You should just go in the stall and sit down, it’ll be easier for you.” Allen said, resting his hand on Paul’s shoulder and looking over him down at the cage. 

“Sit down? Like a girl? That’s a bit emasculating isn’t it?”

“Yeah. That’s half the point. Our customers don’t come here just because my servers are hot young jocks. It’s because they are also submissive bitch boys and who know their role.”

“I’m no submissive bitch dude” Paul answered “I only do this for the money.”

“You might not feel like a submissive bitch now. But give it a few weeks” Allen said tucking his cock away and zipping up his pants. “Anyway hurry up, either piss or go sit down and do it, I need you back on the floor.” And with this he walked out. 

Paul looked around, and then down at the metal cage, and then over at the stall. Nobody was in here, if he made it quick nobody would know. He snuck over into the stall. He never would have guessed that day that he’d never stand to piss again.