*Content Warning: Themes of Incest*
*Content Warning: Themes of non-consent/reluctance*
When I returned from the store with groceries, I could instantly tell things were different. The second chair from the dining table was gone and replaced with food bowls on the floor like for a dog. There were hooks and ropes stationed throughout the house- places I assumed that served as posts to lock me up at. A new wall hanging held four different types of leashes and one bondage harness made of sleek black leather and shiny metal buckles and joints.
I had half a mind to turn and run the other way in that moment, but something kept me there. Something prompted me to see- I was curious. I was curious and a slut like Daddy said I was. I didn't want this but at the same time, I had already accepted it. So did I want this?
I couldn't yet tell.
"Ah, ah, ah. As soon as you enter this house, I want you on your hands and knees." Daddy emerged from the basement and yanked me down by the collar underneath my jacket. I grunted and fell to the ground.
"Yes, Sir."
"Clothes off."
I did as I was told, but took my time. Daddy watched me intently through the whole process, approaching me from above when I finished. He took my chin in his hand and raised my eyes to look up at him, shoving his thumb past my lips and into my mouth. He pressed his digit into my bottom teeth and forced me to open my mouth.
"I'll teach you how to use that thing properly like a good fucktoy." He assured me, giving the side of my head a slap before turning and descending into the basement. "Follow."
I did, with some difficulty on my hands and knees. I still did it though, following my Daddy's heels into the cold, dark basement. There was a main room with cement floors and walls, and then there was the door to my "room" or storage closet. There wasn't a door anymore though- instead, there was a metal cage door fastened to the hinges instead of my usual wooden one. Through the bars, I could see that my twin air mattress was gone and replaced with a queen mattress on the floor that nearly took up the whole space. There was also a very noticeable camera fastened in one of the top corners of the closet, pointing down at where I'd be sleeping.
"This is more fitting for a slave." Daddy admired his work, then turning to gaze around the rest of the open basement. The whole main room was reformed too. Daddy's workout equipment was still there, but it was turned into something different and much more frightening. His workout bench was fixated with leather straps and cuffs. His weight rack was full of toys, paddles, and weird contraptions. There were hooks and rings hanging from the ceiling and a weird sawhorse-looking thing in the corner. Ropes hung down from the ceiling in the furthest part of the room, looking like a complicated leather swing.
"This is where training and punishment happens, understand? And when you're a good boy, you get to be fucked in my room."
"You're room?"
I had never seen Daddy's room. That was one of the number one rules of the house- don't go into Daddy's room. Sometimes I'd hear people moaning in there when Daddy had friends over, but other than that, I had no insight.
Daddy yanked on my collar as punishment.
"I mean, Yes, Master." I choked out.
"If you keep pissing me off, I'm going to give you a real fucking punishment." Daddy said, gripping my hair and pulling my head back to look at him. I cowered, but kept my eyes up.
"Yes, Sir."
"Let's start with some basic positions."
That sounded easy enough, until-
"And when we're not using it, I want that ass plugged."
Daddy took a leash that hung from his belt and fastened it to the silver hook on my collar with a soft CLINK. I refused to meet his eye as he tugged the collar towards his workout bench that was now better suited being called the fuck bench and I didn't even know the extent of it yet.
"Bend over."
I did what Daddy told me too, still thinking about his words about "real punishment". I didn't want to know what that entailed. My stomach stretched over the cool leather and my ass pushed into the air, still sore from the finger fucking earlier. Daddy still held the leash in his hand and gently gave it a tug. I gagged and he chuckled, just enjoying pulling discomfort from me. I heard him reach over to the wrack of toys and grab something. I didn't know what "plugging" my ass up meant, but I had a feeling I was quickly going to find out.
"What did I say about getting things shoved up your ass, boy?"
"Relax, Daddy."
"Good."
I was starting to get worried about something being shoved into my hole without the lubricant of conditioner or even bathwater, but before I knew what was happening, I felt hot breath on my tailbone and sudden something slick and warm was probing my ass.
"Ngh..." I moaned, never feeling a sensation quite like this. It made my whole body buzz with overwhelming pleasure. It took me a while to realize that Daddy was tonguing my ass as lubricant instead. My body writhed on top of the bench, my throat being strangled by my collar every time I jerked away from his hold on the leash as pleasure demanded my body. I hated how every time I moved, my collar and leash jangled like a pet. It just reminded me that I was completely and utterly submitted under my master's control.
Daddy removed his tongue and I felt something cold, hard, and smooth at my entrance. I bit my lip and winced, trying not to tense. It didn't feel too big and my ass was already stretched.
But then, Master started shoving into me and I soon realized that the object was only small at the front. It grew wider like an egg or a teardrop until the plug was stretching my ass further than it had ever been stretched before.
I screamed.
Daddy pulled on my collar continuously to choke me throughout the whole thing instead, keeping me quite. Tears jumped to my eyes as air was withheld from me and an overcoming pressure closed my airways. Meanwhile, the butt plug massaged my asshole a bit before Daddy shoved it past the ring of muscle and into my ass, the only thing remaining being a little knob for Daddy to gently tug on and eventually pull out. The rest of the monstrous toy was lodged deep inside of me like it was fucking me continuously. Finally, Daddy let my leash go and my head fell forward, gasping for sweet air.
"I'm going to need to add a proper gag to the list." Daddy mumbled to himself, yanking on my collar to get me to straighten on my knees. "Well, you already know bend over. That's a start."
The rest of the night was spent trying to memorize the different positions and commands Daddy taught me. The first one was simply, "sit", and I would spread my legs open wide and sit back on my heels while arching my back and holding my hands behind my back. I had to look up at the ceiling and open my mouth wide for observation.
"Sit." Daddy later tested after a good deal of training as we reached midnight. I assumed the position, my joints sore from doing all sorts of positions on the cold hard ground today. Once I was sitting in position, eyes up and mouth open, Daddy stepped forward to examine me.
"Tongue." He said. I stuck my tongue out. I didn't understand why this was part of the process until he unzipped his pants that had luckily stayed zipped for the earlier parts of the night. Now was his time to bring his member out and truly test me. Daddy took his cock in hand and slapped it against my tongue repeatedly, making my face scrunch up. I had never thought of the idea of someone putting their penis anywhere near my mouth. "If you don't like that, you're not going to like our last lesson tonight." My master snickered before slapping me lightly in the face with his dick.
"Down." He commanded the next position. I bent forward and pressed the side of my face to the ground, still holding my hands behind my back. I pushed my ass up into the air for Daddy to see, feeling the plug in my ass rub against my insides while sending shivers of euphoria through my core. He reached down and lightly pulled on my plug, making me moan. Daddy seemed to like this and moved the plug around some more, admiring how I ground my ass into his movements.
"Mm... Truly a good little whore."
I closed my eyes and tried not to believe it.
"Roll over."
I rolled onto my back, the cold cement digging into my tailbone and shoulder blades. I wrapped my arms around the back of my knees and raised my legs towards my chest, therefore raising my ass into the air. Daddy took his boot and raised it over my crotch, pressing down. I whimpered and writhed underneath his foot. Daddy seemed to like this and massaged his shoe into my balls. I grunted and writhed harder, wondering how something that hurt so bad could also feel mind-numbingly good.
Finally removing his foot, Daddy sat down on the fuck bench.
"Rest."
I scrambled up from my back and rushed between Daddy's legs where he sat. I positioned myself over his foot and subtly humped his leg while resting my chin on his thigh, close to his crotch. I could smell his arousal from here.
"Knee."
I climbed onto Daddy's right knee, straddling it and facing away from him. I gripped his kneecap with my bony hands and started to grind into his thigh, my legs dangling like he taught me. I was already exhausted from climaxing two times today- After all, I had never done such a thing before. Still, as rubbed myself on Daddy's thigh, my dick still got harder, disobeying my mind that told it to stop making me such a slut. Master grabbed my hips and manually forced me to hump him harder like a needy animal. I panted as I tried to keep up with the pace he wanted me to go. My ass and balls were starting to feel sore from all the abrasion.
"Lap." Daddy relieved me. This one was like the one while we watched TV in the living room. I slid back so that my ass was wedged into his crotch and my legs were spread on the outsides of his legs. I writhed my body into Daddy, my plug grinding into my ass as I did. Master hummed a deep sound in the back of his throat and reached up and tweaked my nipples.
"Ungh... Daddy." I moaned, not knowing that I liked having my nipples stimulated so much. The buds grew hard underneath Daddy's kneading fingertips.
