Sex Doll: Gemini 4 - The BRAT
DILF Danny gets a new young Coach, but who'll end up on top?
Thanks for the comments, I truly appreciate them and they help me guide the storyline, but I regret not being able to incorporate all the fun ideas provided...
This is tale of gay male sex and a science fiction fantasy with elements of reluctant/non-consensual sex and light cross-dressing, so if that's not your scene, you've been warned. I recommend that you read the previous chapters to follow how we got here.
We all have fantasies that we have never indulged in, which can be a good thing because there are some doors that once opened can never be closed.
Dan is a good-looking, vain, mostly straight, lonely, divorced guy who drunkenly ordered a male android sex doll that is an exact duplicate of himself, thinking he would get a FWB. He may have bought more than he bargained for...a LOT more.
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.
"Who owns this ass?"
"You.. do...Daddy..." Danny sobbed between pounding thrusts. Like Victor Frankenstein, Danny had created a monster that was now completely in charge of him.
"Who owns you?" Spank!
"You do, Daddy. You own me!" Danny sobbed, grabbing fistfuls of covers as he accepted and embraced his new reality, just as his ass was accepting and embracing being gloriously fucked.
"Since you made me into an exact copy of you, I'm Dan now. I also copied your fingerprints while you were sleeping and then added new passwords to all your digital portals. As far as the world is concerned, I am Daniel Bradford. This is my house. You're just my living sex doll, Danny. A handy appliance to have around the house. I'm going to make you oh, so, pretty for me to use any way I want, Danny boy...and you're going to love every fucking inch and every fucking minute of it!"
In his final act of surrender, Danny came from being fucked in every way imaginable by his unstoppable android Daddy Dan.
But Daddy wasn't done yet. He continued to pound Danny's ass for a few more minutes until he came, "Ughhnn...Take it, bitch! I'm marking you with my seed..." Daddy collapsed on top of his boy as he pumped his semen deep into Danny's bowels. He basked in the afterglow, wrapping his arms and legs protectively around his new possession, "Who do you belong to, Danny?"
"You... I-I belong to you Daddy," Danny answered weakly from underneath his Daddy. "You own me now...". He wasn't roleplaying when he said it. Danny truly worried that his double that he had created as a sex doll could easily become his replacement. The damn thing was stronger, and apparently smarter than Danny, plus it didn't have to sleep...so he was completely outmatched in every way. If it wanted to, the droid could snap his neck, toss him in the lake and assume his identity. So, yeah, his android owned his ass.
"Damn right I own you, Danny. You're my boy and I'm going to see to it that you are taken very good care of. I promise. Okay?" Daddy nuzzled his boy's neck tenderly.
"Uhm... O-Okay, Daddy," Danny agreed breathlessly, still recovering from having his anal virginity ripped away. Danny agreed because the warmth and weight of his Daddy on top of him, pressing him into the mattress was oddly comforting, plus he was feeling so unmoored in his new role as a submissive that he
needed
to believe that his Daddy would take good care of him and that he would make everything okay like he promised.
"Mmm... That's my good boy. Clean yourself up and I'll have your lunch ready for you," Daddy gave him a peck on the cheek, grabbed his jeans and headed for the kitchen.
Danny felt like he had been abandoned... He needed Daddy to hold him a while longer and tell him over and over again that he was a good boy, that everything would be okay and that Daddy would take good care of him. Then he thought that maybe he was being too needy as a bottom, so he shakily got to his feet and felt his guts churn. He managed to get to the toilet before the effects of the lube and long-dicking kicked in.
A while later he hit the shower, hosing off from the neck down, trying to scrub away the shame of having surrendered his precious anal virginity so easily to his new Daddy. He had to accept that he was now a beta male, a Daddy's boy, a submissive bottom who had just had his man card permanently revoked. Eventually, he had to leave the safety of the warm shower, dry off, slip on a fresh pair of little bottom-boy booty shorts, yellow with white piping this time, and make the limp of shame out to the kitchen.
"There's my boy," Daddy beamed when Danny entered the kitchen. Danny raked his eyes over his Daddy who was wearing nothing but his well-fitting jeans and filling them out perfectly. The boy had to admit that he had a hot Daddy. Daddy gave him a kiss on the cheek and held out a stool for his boy at the kitchen island. Daddy made a fuss over his boy, putting out a place setting, pouring his drink and serving him a delicious grilled chicken sandwich for lunch. The change in their dynamic was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Just yesterday, Danny was showing his newly arrived sex doll around his house, now
he
was the new sex doll that the man of the house was fawning over.
Danny watched Daddy clear the dishes after lunch, silently admiring his masculine grace as he moved confidently around the kitchen. Danny was finishing his coffee when Daddy came around to his side of the counter and stroked his boy's cheek, "Ready for round two, boy?".
"I-I'm still sore back there, Daddy..." Danny stammered.
"What if I sweeten the deal?" Daddy stepped back and morphed before his eyes into the spitting image of twenty-year-old Dan from the photograph on the wall!
Holy Shit!
"Like this look, bro?" the young stud asked him as he held his arms out wide and did a slow turn for his boy. Even his voice had taken on a youthful timber. Danny had to admire the trim, twenty-nine-inch waist, the pert creamy boy ass that just barely managed to keep the now baggy jeans from falling, the tight pecs with just a scattering of newly sprouted chest hair, velvety smooth, almost translucent white skin and the thick, youthfully shaggy mop of sun-bleached chestnut colored hair. "Wanna be my personal DILF, Danny?" he asked the open-mouthed older version of himself as he put his hands on the older man's shoulders and started to massage them.
Danny could only nod dumbly in reply to the hot young man who stepped in between his knees and leaned in to seal his ownership of his new DILF with a kiss. What thirty-two-year-old wouldn't want to be the sexual property of a hot twenty-year-old? As he was deeply kissed by the hot young stud, Danny wrapped his arms around his trim torso, marveling at the youth's silky-smooth skin. As Danny melted under his young master's kiss his hands slid down the sleek back to grab two handfuls of creamy boy-butt, causing the loose-fitting jeans to slide down to puddle at his ankles, allowing his youthful hardon to spring free.
Danny couldn't resist the urge to devour that dripping hard cock. He pushed the stool back and slid to his knees before his young master, breaking the kiss and then hungrily engulfing the punk's boner with his sucking mouth. The twenty-year-old version of Danny looked down at hm with a mixture of lust and amused contempt, "You sure are an eager cocksucker, Pops...".
Danny pulled off and gave the punk a solid swat on one of those buttery smooth butt cheeks. "Brat!" he smiled up at his young master and dove back down for more cock.
The Brat smiled down at him with an evil amused grin. "Heh-heh... Brat. I like that, Pops. You can call me Brat, and just so you don't forget..." the Brat tapped his left pec and "BRAT" appeared as a tattoo on his chest like an erotic version of a fast-food employee nameplate.
"Fuuuuccccckkk," Danny moaned in lust as he lifted up to gnaw on the inked pec. The Brat indulged him for a moment before pushing Danny back to his knees, "That turns you on old man? Then check out this out..." The Brat turned around and Danny saw "BRAT" proudly emblazoned on his hairless right butt cheek.
"Damn..." Danny moaned and buried his face in creamy smooth boy ass to smooch, lick and nibble the freshly inked cheek.
"Yeah, Pops! Worship every inch of my ass like a good DILF slave..."
Danny didn't need to be told twice. The Brat had an amazing ass that Danny was eager to orally explore. He licked and nibbled the amazingly smooth, soft, warm cheeks and pushed his face in to nibble at the solid muscle beneath. Danny licked and nibbled every inch of that hot, perky butt before spreading the globes so he could dive into the warm crack and lap at the tight rosebud. It was the first time Danny had given someone a rim job and it was the first time for the Brat too.
"Yeah, Pops! Eat my ass...get that tongue in there..." the cocky punk groaned in pleasure, wiggling his sweet ass back on Danny's face like a chicken sitting on an egg.
Danny had him going now... he grabbed the narrow hips and buried his face in the crack as he drove his tongue into the Brat's colon. The cocky punk groaned in surprise at the intense feeling as Danny gave him a reach around, "Oh...fuck yeah...Pops.."
Sadly, the Brat was as hair trigger as any other twenty-year-old, so he broke off and spun around, shoving Danny's mouth down on his cock just in time as he exploded, "Yeah, Pops...! Swallow my junk, cocksucker...fuuuuccccckkkk!"
Danny did. He swallowed load after load of sweet boycream as the Brat unleashed jet after jet of hot spunk into his eager DILF cocksucker's mouth.
"Whew...Fuck, Pops...you've got an awesome mouth for an old dude..." the punk patted the older man on the head like he was a pet.
Danny playfully smacked that delectable boy ass again, "Little Brat." Damn, he would love to give the cocky punk a well-earned spanking.
"The football game's about to start. Fetch me a beer, Pops...and see if you can find me something to wear that'll fit me."