"Say, "Vader is my Daddy."
"Vader is my Daddy." Our eyes remained locked the whole time.
"Good boy." Vader ran his hand through my hair. "Now, how about you give Daddy's dick a kiss." I looked directly at the outline of Vader's cock. It was much closer to my face then before. I leaned forward and gave it the gentlest of kisses - lovingly almost.
"Good boy. Good boy.... Alright enough of the formalities. It's time for Daddy to feed you." Daddy chuckled at his joke as he pulled the straps of his singlet off his mountainous shoulders and down past his big belly. His entire upper body glimmered with sweat. This man was so big and powerful; I couldn't help but run my hands up and down his torso and up to his muscular chest. I traced my way back down his body until I reached his singlet and tights which were at his waistline. I hooked my fingers inside them and started to slightly pull them down.
"You're an eager boy. You're forgetting my boots though. Why don't you start with them first." Vader rested his hands on his hips and watched me as I stooped over and gave each of boots a kiss first. I couldn't help myself. I was in a trance. I was completely devoted to this bear of a man. I wanted to show the respect and honor he deserved. I heard a deep chuckle above me. "Damn straight boy. Kiss your alpha's feet."
I was fumbling with the laces of his boots. Having such big boots it was not the fastest of tasks to do. Plus, my hands were shaking with nervousness and excitement. I was apparently moving too slow. Vader bent over, and I felt one of his hands trace up and down my back and then give me a few semi-hard spanks. "Hurry up, boy. The faster you get these boots off the faster you'll get your treat." I picked up my pace and quickly got each boot off.
I then slipped my fingers once again inside the tights and looked up at Daddy Vader. Grinning he gave me a nod to continue. I now had permission to disrobe the rest of this big bull. Keeping my fingers inside his tights I traced my way to his hips and edged the fabric down past his ass, hips and big bulge. I had revealed a fully filled out white Spalding jockstrap - the kind I used to wear back during my baseball days. This man filled out his jock a little bit better than I did however.
I didn't let myself get too distracted by this yet. I knew I would have plenty of time getting to know this new friend. I hurriedly worked to get the rest of Vader's wrestling gear down to his ankles to avoid any dissatisfied spanks. Vader rested one hand on my shoulder as he lifted each foot to allow me to slip the black suit completely off his body. My tasks were almost complete. The main event was near. I reached up to remove the big white jock. The stretch of the fabric looked like it was screaming to be removed anyway. But as I reached for the jock my face was shoved into Vader's groin. Vader was smothering me in his manhood moving my head around every square inch. All that could be heard were my muffled grunts and a low growl from the big bear.
Vader released my head and turned around. I was now staring at his bare ass. It was as wide as a truck, not the roundest ass in the world, but round enough to make my mouth water. "Pucker up boy. Give Daddy's ass another kiss." I wasted no time and planted a big wet one on his right cheek. Then I kissed it again and again. My tongue was sneaking out to taste this Daddy ass. Vader through laughter, "That's enough boy. Save that tongue for something else."
Vader turned around and what seemed like in slow motion began to remove his jock and let it fall to the floor. Of course, my eyes were fixed on what I later would refer to as "Big Vader." Vader's dick wasn't overly long. It was certainly above average, afterall a man who walked with the confidence of Vader had to be swinging a big bat below the waist. But the more impressive part of Big Vader was it's girth. Vader had a thick Daddy dick that was sure to be a big mouthful and slobberfest for anyone - even for the biggest talkers in the industry.
"Are you ready boy." Vader's voice broke my trance.
"Yes Daddy."
"Well then," Vader paused and took a wide comfortable stance. He placed a meaty paw on the top of my head to hold it still. "Open wide! It's Vader Time!" I obediently opened my mouth and Vader slowly thrust forward giving me my first taste of Daddy dick. Vader held this position for a few seconds allowing us both to ponder this foundational moment in our relationship. Vader brought his hand to the side of my face and ran his thumb upwards on my forehead, signaling me to look up. I did so while trying not to let his cock slip out of my mouth (as if that were a real possibility...). He looked down at me, his red mask still on. Never had I seen such a powerful and manly face. "How's it feel boy? Your Daddy's cocksucker now!" And with a half growl and half laugh Vader began to slowly thrust in and out of my mouth. It took everything for me not to gag and stay focused breathing through my nose. Eventually I got used to this and began to bob my head with the motion of Vader's thrusts. Once I had began this Vader let his hands return to rest on his hips and let me take control of the worship of his member.
I passionately worked. I think I was doing a good job too as I could hear Vader's grunts become deeper and his breath become shortened. He encouraged me throughout too, saying things like: "Atta' boy," "You're good to your Daddy," "You're a good boy;" He'd even repeat his trademark taunts: "Who's Da Man?" And his special one for me: "Who's your Daddy?" Each of these questions I know was his way of turning himself on even more, but I made sure to answer them by looking up at him with submissive eyes all the while keeping a steady pace sucking his dick. This only made Daddy Vader's smile underneath his red mask even bigger.
"Soon Daddy's going to give you a nice reward. Then you'll truly be my boy, my personal cocksucker." I didn't like to be called demeaning names, but cocksucker never struck that wrong chord with me. I viewed it not as demeaning but only putting me in my place. That's what I was. I was Daddy's cocksucker. He was a dominating man who knew how to properly fill out a pair of pants whereas I was a small boy more suited for life on my knees. He was alpha. I was beta. Cocksucking communicated this perfectly.
Daddy's talk motivated me to work harder. Up and down my head bobbed, and I began to slobber down my chin. My hands grabbed behind Daddy's ass to give me more leverage. I felt Vader begin to thrust with the same rhythm as my movement; his heavy breathing was audible in the hallway. "Here it comes boy." Vader grabbed the back of my head to keep me from pulling away. I wasn't going to anyway. He let out a low exhaling grunt as I felt my mouth become filled with big squirts of Daddy's sperm. It gave me new meaning to the phrase "Vader Bomb" which was one of his finishing moves. That was true here as well! Vader kept his dick in my mouth as he caught his breath. Finally, he reached down and lifted my chin so I could look at him. His seed still filling my mouth.
"Swallow." And with one big gulp that I did. A sticky sensation was left in my mouth and lapped my tongue around to try and deal with it. I looked back up at Vader for a sign of approval. Had a I done a good job?
Vader smiled, patted me on the head, and said, "Good boy. I hope you liked Daddy's treat. Now, let's hit the showers. Follow me." Vader turned and left me on my knees and headed to his private shower. I quickly rose, stumbling a bit as I tried to get feeling back in my lower legs. I followed Vader into the shower. My service was not yet done.
