Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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For the next couple of days, things went on similarly. When I would do something to upset Daddy, he grab me and toss me over his knee, yanking both my pants AND underwear down and spanking me until I could barely walk. When he wasn't punishing me, he was calling me into the living room to sit on his lap again. TV-time quickly became Daddy's favorite time of the day. In fact, he made sure to do it more than once a day.
"Good boy, Maxie. Good boy. Good boy." He'd grunt over and over as he masturbated with me on his lap, always making sure to cum all over my skin when he was done. Lately, he had been draping a blanket over the both of us to hide what he was doing. I don't know why. I could still feel him jerking off against my body, grinding his penis into me like a dog furiously humping his favorite toy.
I got to watch a lot of cool TV Shows when he did this. I tried to focus on those instead of the confusing acts going on behind me. My favorite show so far was the one I was watching currently- Dr. Phil. I remember a friend in middle school talking about Dr. Phil once. I always thought it was a medical show.
"Yes. Yes. Yes." Daddy grunted as he came all over my bare back underneath the blanket. I felt the heat spread across my back and down my ass. I was starting to get used to this routine. Be called in by Daddy, sit in his lap, grind for a bit, sit still while Daddy jerked off, thank Daddy, and then go to the bathroom to clean Daddy's cum off of myself.
"What do you say, slut?" Daddy wrapped his fingers around my neck and squeezed just hard enough to make me cough.
"Thank you, Sir." I grunted, gasping for air once he let go. He had never called me slut before. I was confused. I thought it was a bad thing, but Daddy seemed excited to dub me that. I started to rise from his lap, ready to clean myself and the blanket up, but Daddy grabbed my hair and yanked me back down hard against him.
"Ow, ow, ow..."
"Did I say you could get up?"
"No, Sir. Sorry, Daddy."
He readjusted the blanket over us and wiped the tip of his dick around in the cum on my back. Usually, he thrust me out of sight when he was done. Today was different. Daddy swiped some of the hot liquid from my back with his fingertips. He then pulled me back against his chest, a hand finding its way to my neck again to hold me in place against him.
"Open." He ordered, holding his cum covered fingers in front of my mouth. I frowned. I didn't think you were supposed to put that in your mouth. I hesitantly did as I was told, parting my lips just a bit. Daddy shoved his big fingers in, forcing my mouth apart wider. I gagged and felt his digits press down on my tongue, forcing me to taste his hot juices. "Thataboy. Suck."
Again, I submitted. I sucked on Daddy's fingers and gagged against my reflex as he shoved them deeper into my mouth, close to my throat. My body thrust in complaint in his lap. Daddy squeezed my neck and I stilled instantly.
"You like the taste of Daddy's cum?"
"Yes, Sir." I lied, wiggling in pain on top of his crotch. Daddy moved his fingers around my mouth, moving the cum around everywhere. He felt my gums, my teeth, my tongue. As he violated my mouth with his fingers, his other hand fell from my neck and dug between our bodies, positioning his growing cock against my ass again. I thought maybe he wanted to make himself cum again. Maybe he'd just do it all over again.
I was wrong.
"Keep sucking, slut." He demanded in my ear. His other hand moved underneath the blanket and started squeezing my thighs while he ground his cock into my spandex-ass. I kept sucking, my lips getting puffy and red from being stretched and finger-fucked.
"Have you ever touched yourself, Maxie?" Daddy asked me, his hand climbing further up my thigh until he was squeezing my hips roughly. I instinctively ground back into his crotch to get away from his painful grip.
"Mm..." Was all I could say with his hand still breaching my mouth hole. He pulled his fingers out and let me gasp for air before answering. "N- No, Daddy. I didn't want to be a bad boy."
"Good boy, Max. Tell you what. Daddy's going to give you a little reward." He said as his fingers starting prodding my pelvis. That fire in my core was suddenly back. It had started to fade the more and more Daddy jerked off on my back- it just lost effect over time. I was just starting to accept that this was part of my life now, being Daddy's humping pillow. Now, I was realizing that I was going to be much more than that.
"Wait... Daddy, please-" I started to object as the palm of his hand gently pushed against the engorged lump in my pants. I yelped in surprise, glancing down at the sight of Daddy's hand moving underneath the blanket over my penis.
"Shh... Stay still, boy." He instructed, his angry facade back and replacing the small moment of tenderness. He replaced his fingers inside my mouth but not before swiping up some more cum to feed me. I let my head fall back on Daddy's shoulder as his fingers fucked my throat and his other hand rubbed my dick harder and harder underneath the blanket.
"Nnnghh... Aghh..." I moaned against my will, grinding my hips up into Daddy's palm and therefore grinding into his hardening dick underneath me.
"Good boy. You can enjoy it. You only let Daddy touch you, okay?" Daddy informed, grunting as well and biting into my shoulder. I whimpered and he started to finger his way underneath my waistband until I felt the skin of his hand graze the skin of my member.
"Ahhh!" I shrieked in pleasure around his fingers as his hand wrapped around my dick, giving it one hard stroke. I had never experienced anything like that. My mind went blank and my whole body convulsed in pure ecstasy. I felt Daddy's own member slip beneath my spandex too, the tip rubbing against my bare ass.
"Daddy's good boy." He cooed roughly, starting to stroke me at a consistent pace. I melted into a helpless puddle on his body, impaled by his fingers and held captive by his hand gripping my dick. "Daddy owns this cock. It belongs to no one else. Not even you." He explained, beginning to stroke me faster. I started to pant, my body getting hot and sweaty. I felt the pleasure in my core growing until I couldn't stop it anymore- I decided instead to let myself enjoy it like my mind begged me to do.
"Let me hear you say it."
Daddy pulled his hand out of my mouth gripped my right hip while jerking me off in his lap. I was so lost in euphoria that I would've done absolutely anything he asked, as if it was any different from when he wasn't fucking my dick with his fist.
"My cock- M- My cock is yours. Only yours." I groaned, not even really processing what I was saying. I didn't much care either. All I cared about was releasing the agonizing pleasure from my stomach.
"Things are going to be different. You're Daddy's little slut now. Do you want to be Daddy's slut?" He gruffly muttered against my ear, blowing hot and aggressive breath into my skin. My body was seizing with pleasure in his hand, my eyes rolling back into my head. It was so wrong, but I couldn't stop myself. I had to get the edge of the cliff I was approaching.
"Y- Yes, Sir!"
"You can start calling me Master too now. Let me hear you say it and Daddy will let you cum."
"M- Master!"
"Ask me to cum, slut."
"Please... May I come, Master?"
"Come for Daddy." My master ordered, and that alone was enough to send me tumbling over the edge of pure pleasure, white light filling my vision and my body thrashing uncontrollably.
"NNNNGHHH." I groaned hysterically as my daddy stroked me hard and fast. I felt my own warmth spurt out all over the blanket that covered us, most of it dripping down my dick and pooling on my pelvis. I gritted my teeth and ground my hips wildly into Daddy while the waves of pleasure subsided, leaving me breathless and exhausted. Daddy's hand give me one last good squeeze before swiping up some liquid and raising it to my mouth. This time, I knew what to do. Not liking it but submitting completely, I opened my mouth for him to shove his fingers in.
"There you go. Swallow." Daddy enforced, shoving his fingers to the back of my throat and making me gag. My cock was throbbing and limp, my heart pounding against my chest. Most of all, shame took over my body. What had a I done? Was this really my life now? Was this what bad boys do? It couldn't be, right? Daddy told me it was okay, as long as it was just him. I should be excited, right? Then why did I feel so dirty?
"We're going to get you a bath. Go on. Go draw one. I'll be right up." Daddy shoved me off of his lap. I stumbled to my feet, my ass sore from all the spankings lately and my dick sore from being hand-fucked. Not to mention, I could still feel the ghost of Daddy's huge cock separating my ass cheeks.
I went to take a step towards the stairs, but Daddy kicked the back of my knee and forced me on my hands and knees.
"Slaves don't walk. You crawl now. Go." He kicked me in the ass and I instinctively started crawling, my limbs shaking. "And if I ever find you touching yourself without my permission, there will be hell to pay." He added when I made it to the stairs. I started ascending on my hands and knees, my dick hanging limply between my legs.
I wouldn't even know where to begin touching myself. In fact, I didn't think I'd ever want to touch myself at all after today. I felt so spent and so dirty.
I drew my bath and waited besides it like a good boy. After all of that, I really didn't want to be spanked on top of everything. I sat on my heels next to the back like a waiting dog- that's how Daddy seemed to think slaves should ask.
That's what I was now- a slave. At least I was Daddy's slave. That, I could handle, even if it wasn't ideal. There was no way I'd ever defy him.
"Straighten." Daddy ordered immediately upon entering the large bathroom. He was holding a leather strand in his hand with a buckle hanging off the end. I realized it was a collar. "Listen to me, bitch." He grabbed my hair and pulled up, forcing me to straighten. I whimpered and did as I was told. "You are to wear this at all times." He roughly fasted the thick leather around my neck, pulling it together tightly. I choked, but Daddy didn't seem to care. Actually, I was starting to think he liked it when I gagged.
"Good boy." He commended once the collar was fastened. It was just tight enough to constantly be exerting pressure around my airway but not tight enough to be preventing any airflow. I wiggled uncomfortably on my heels. "In you go." He grabbed my collar and yanked me up and over the bathtub railing. Daddy pulled me down in the water, his grip firm on the new article around my throat.
"Daddy will give you baths now, to make sure you're nice and clean." He said, getting to work on soaping up my body. He aggressively rubbed his hands all over me, scrubbing sweat and cum from my body. My frame shook with his gruff efforts and I nearly toppled over from his force multiple times.
"Master?"
It took a lot of courage for me to utter the word as my master began to wash my crotch with his hand, soap, and water.
"What."
"I thought- I thought having pleasure made me a bad boy." I ventured, feeling a spike of courage to try to clear up my confusion. Daddy took a washcloth and dunked it in the water, taking care to wash my dick clean of everything that had transpired. I cringed back at the soreness.
