A Quick BJ: The Collar
A straight gym stud submits to his Dom Daddy.
Thanks for your time, attention and all the feedback, I truly appreciate it. I had set myself a personal challenge to pen a one-shot stand-alone short story, which resulted in two versions of "A Quick BJ" each told from the Dom's or the sub's perspective. Those stories seemed to have spoken to a lot of readers, but many felt like I left them hanging with an unresolved ending. So here is the conclusion.
FAIR WARNING!!! - This is a MUCH darker tale than my usual stories since it involves a Dom/sub relationship with about as happy an ending as that dynamic allows. I recommend reading the previous story A Quick BJ: View from the Bottom before reading this dark tale.
As always, comments and suggestions are always welcome.
I would also love to hear from female readers for their thoughts.
Everyone is OVER 18 in this twisted tale. This is a work of fiction with some unsafe practices. Please be careful in real life encounters.
With my heart pounding in my chest, I knocked quietly on the door and heard Daddy's sexy gruff voice call out.
"Crawl in here cocksucker!"
My head screamed at me that this was a bad idea, but I surrendered to "the urge" just like I always have, and always will, stepping through a door, getting down on my knees like a good cocksucker. Daddy was sitting in his recliner waiting for me with legs spread, casually drinking a beer.
I paused when I spotted a bottle of lube on the coffee table...
My head now screamed at me that this was a really bad idea, but I swallowed what little pride I had left and crawled on all fours into his living room to serve my new Daddy...
"Stop," the man ordered, and I froze in my tracks. "Lose the sneakers."
Not wanting to move from my spot, I used my toes to pry my sneakers off by the heels and let them fall where they may. That seemed to please Daddy and he beckoned me forward with a finger. I took another couple of strides forward until Daddy stopped me with a palm out gesture, "Shirt."
I froze with one "paw" in the air. The man was not only exerting his dominance over me, but underlining my submission to him by treating me like I was a house pet that needed training. He was using my "urge" for cock against me, making me humiliate myself by crawling across his living room carpet while doing a striptease...and I was loving every second of it. I used my free paw to wrestle my pullover shirt off my torso, giving my Daddy a nice little show. I guess he liked it since he pulled his own shirt off, giving me my first view of his bare torso. A fan of dark hair covered his solid chest before descending in a treasure trail to the bulge in his sweats. I wanted nothing more than to crawl forward and bury my face in Daddy's bulge, but I waited patiently like a good obedient cocksucking pet for the man to decide when I could move.
The man beckoned me forward and I eagerly crawled closer on my hands and knees until he signaled for me to stop again. I waited a few seconds until he said, "Jeans." I knew better than to sit up to get my jeans off, so I lowered my chest to the floor with my butt up in the air to undo my belt and jeans before sliding them over my boxer briefs, giving Daddy a glimpse of my cotton clad buns. I saucily wagged my moneymaker a little as I pulled my jeans down my thighs before rising back up to all fours. I waited again, my eyes going back and forth between Daddy's eyes and cock. The man beckoned again, and I crawled out of my jeans as I moved forward. My eyes were locked on Daddy's bulge as I crawled closer, getting a whiff of his hard earned manscent...
The man placed his sneakered left foot in my path, "Untie it...with your teeth."
Seriously? I had only met the man less than an hour ago and now I was in his living room in just my undies on all fours, ready to suck him off again but he wanted to demean me even further. The man idly stroked the bulge in his sweats with his thumb... and I totally caved.
I bent down and as I struggled to get the end of his shoelace between my teeth, I got a healthy whiff of his well-worn gym sneakers that reeked of the familiar stale scent of a men's locker room. My mind flashed back to my college days and images of my teammates' swinging dicks and smooth perky buns joking and jostling each other after a game. If only they could see me now on all fours as I latched onto the lace with my teeth and pulled on it like a pup with an old slipper.
The knot came loose, and I looked up at the man above me as I pulled the lace free. I felt a surge of excitement in my core at the connection between Dom and sub as we held each other's gaze. I surprisingly found myself getting into it and attacked his laces with my teeth, trying to free his foot from its aromatic prison.
The man lifted his foot. "Take it off," he ordered. I paused a moment, trying to figure out how. Inspiration struck and I opened wide and latched onto the sneaker behind his heel, pulling it off his heel and sliding it off. He kept his foot there and I did the same move with his sock. The man then moved his feet so the heel of his bare foot rested on the toe of his sneakered foot. He looked down at me, "Worship."
I had never done anything like this before, never even considered it before, but Daddy was into it. He was still idly stroking his now tented sweats with his thumb. I maintained eye contact as I smooched his big toe, which drew a satisfied grunt from Daddy. That did it for me. I looked him in the eye as I slavishly licked, kissed and worshiped his sweaty foot, sucking his toes, running my tongue between them, nibbling his arch, relishing the masculine scent and sweaty tang of his naked foot. Soon, Daddy had me free his other foot and worship it with abandon.
I dropped to my belly and totally debased myself, humping the carpet as I lapped at Daddy's strong hairy feet like a puppy worshipping his owner. While I worshipped one foot, Daddy would rub the other spit-soaked foot over my face and through my hair, causing me to moan with submissive delight.
Then my phone rang...
I sat up and silently mouthed, FUUUUUUUUUUUCK! The man looked annoyed as I dug my phone out of my jeans and explained, "Sorry. I have to take this. It's my girlfriend..." Daddy patted his left thigh, his meaning clear. I rolled my eyes but there was no time to argue, so I sat on Daddy's knee in just my socks and underwear as I answered the call, "Hey, babe..."
"Hi, honey... I miiiiiss youuuu..." She sounded more than a little tipsy.
"Have you been drinking?" I teased her.
She giggled drunkenly, "Yeahhhh...The girls and I went to Happy Hour...miiiss youuuuu hon-ney...so watcha doin...?"
I chuckled at how sloshed she sounded, "I miss you too, babe. I, uhm, went to the gym after work and had a great workout." Of course, I didn't mention that I had met a hot DILF at the gym, given him an eager blowjob in his truck and was now at his place, sitting on his knee in my boxer briefs.
"Shounds like you got all sweaty and dirty working that hot bod at the gym, hon..." Daddy was getting impatient while she was talking and started running his hands over my thighs and back. I had never had another man explore my body before and it was starting to get to me.
"Yeah... Uh...Uhm...I got a real workout at the gym, babe." Daddy reached under my knees and spun me around, so I was now sitting sideways on his lap with my legs over the armrest. I held the phone in my right hand with my right arm pressed against his chest. Daddy gave me a wink. Yeah, he had given my mouth a real workout. his hands continued to stroke my thighs and back.
"It sounds like you got all sweaty and dirty, honey. Are you a dirty little boy?" my girlfriend giggled from hundreds of miles away. Daddy's right hand started to rub my hard cock through my underwear. I looked him in the eyes as I husked into the phone, "Yeah... I'm a dirty little boy..."
She giggled loudly. I could tell that Daddy could hear her on my phone. "Just remember that you're MY dirty little boy...". Daddy's piercing eyes held my gaze, "Yeah... I'm a YOUR dirty little boy..." I told my new Daddy as my girlfriend listened in.
This is fucking twisted and crazy, the reasoning part of my mind screamed as I flirted with my girlfriend while an older man felt me up through my underwear while I was sitting on his lap...which was only half the truth, the truth was that I was flirting with both of them, and it was making my cock painfully hard.
"You're making me so hot dirty boy," she giggled but her voice betrayed her arousal. "Good thing I'm just wearing my pink bra and panties..." another giggle. She was teasing me. Damn, I loved how hot she looked in that bra and panty set. "Whatcha wearing...?"
"Uhnh...Just my black boxer briefs..." her dirty talk and Daddy's hand were really turning me on.
"Mmmm... Your cute little booty looks so hot in those..." Daddy's hand slid down my back and started to knead my buns through my underwear.
"Uhnh... You like grabbing my cute little booty...?" I asked Daddy and he smiled down at me as he manhandled my butt, slipping his hand into the back of my briefs to grab a naked cheek with his bare hand.
"I LOVE grabbing your cute little booty!" another giggle. "Almost as much as you like playing with my titties. You want me to play with my titties for you?" I moaned as Daddy reached into the front of my underwear to wrap his strong hand around my hard cock.
"Oh, yeah... play with those titties for me..." I begged Daddy. Both my girlfriend and my Daddy obliged me. While she started to moan while playing with her titties, Daddy leaned down and started to tongue and suck on one of my nipples. My girlfriend and I moaned in synch as our titties were played with. Daddy slid my underwear over my butt while working my nipple and worked them off me along with my socks. "Work those nipples..." I moaned to Daddy as he grabbed the bottle of lube.
