For Daddy Ivan's Pleasure

I arrive home from a long day at work, dropping my backpack by the couch and feeling my way through my apartment as I do every night. My home-from-work routine seldom varies: mail, phone messages, food, de-stress. I am glad that tonight is Friday. This week has been intense and exhausting. Some nights I head back out, looking for companionship or entertainment. Today, I have spent the entire freeway ride home thinking instead of the pleasures of just sitting down in front of some mindless television and relaxing. But I guess that my plans for tonight have just been re-scheduled. There is a handwritten note lying innocently on top of my phone message machine. I know this script-- and I know who has access to my apartment. Just seeing the note sends a spurt of adrenaline through my system, and suddenly I am off autopilot, and nowhere near as tired as I was moments ago.

The note reads:

Johnny,
Long day? Too bad! You are to grab something quick and light to eat, then dress in boots, jacket, old t-shirt, and those jeans you showed me that you wore to work last week and embarrassed yourself in. Bring your overnight bag, packed, just in case. Boy, you have one hour from reading this note to present yourself to me at FM, Rm 1. — Daddy Ivan

Daddy! My Daddy wants to see me? Oh, my! I haven't seen Daddy in quite a while. Yes, part of me is simply excited to see Daddy (it's been too long, from my point of view, though I'd know better than to voice such an impertinence), while another part of my brain is analyzing the note, anticipating, wondering what's up.

I quickly dress, grab easy food- a Slim-fast and a PB&J sandwich-, and head out to FM. Thinking about why Daddy wants to see me, all sorts of reasons wonder through my mind as I drive to FM.

Thirty minutes later I find myself at FM walking in the back door, greeting staff members who are still there. I am told that I should go directly to room 1. My presence is awaited, and I shouldn't linger. I find the stairs quickly and head up.

I take a breath to calm my now shaking nerves, and knock gently on the closed door. The door opens and there standing in front of me is Daddy Ivan, my Daddy. Both joy and fear run through my veins as I take in the sight of Daddy. My gaze doesn't wander down my Daddy's magnificent form, but only because I am caught by Daddy Ivan's gaze. Daddy's eyes hold me I and I feel as though I am drowning right then and there. Weak kneed and shivering, I walk further into the room at Daddy's gesture. Yes, the sight of Daddy does make my cock hard, and Daddy knows it.

As I turn to face my Daddy, I feel fingers, then hands, sliding into my hair. The caress turns to a viselike grip pulling my head forward to within inches of Daddy's face. Daddy's feral grin makes me whimper just loudly enough to be heard. My fate is sealed.

"Mine!" Daddy growls, taking possession of my lips. As the kiss deepens, my lips part and I feel Daddy's tongue caress and command my mouth and tongue.

"Yes, Sir!" I reply on a weak panted breath as our lips part.

Grabbing the front of my jacket with both hands, Daddy shoves me to my knees. Daddy leans forward, looking into my eyes, and I can feel Daddy's hard-on through the leather jeans that shape and caress my Daddy's form. Lucky jeans. I rub my face against the velvety leather, hoping to be seductive enough that I'll get my mouth on that gorgeous cock.

Daddy smiles down at me, and nods. Given permission, I begin the delicate task of opening the fly to extricate Daddy's cock. 501's can take rough mouthwork, and I'd bite down on the denim and jerk my head from side to side to pop the buttons free of the buttonholes, but this task is different. I know I'd better not leave toothmarks in the leather, or worse, tear it. My saliva wets the leather, and then, once my teeth coax the zipper down, I can use my chin, my cheeks, my nose to nudge the cock out. Daddy laughs and tosses me a safe. The fact that the plastic wrapper has been slightly torn open is a very good sign-- it means that Daddy is enjoying this as much as I am, and is feeling as much urgency as I am to get my lips and tongue wrapped around this shaft. Pride and pleasure shine in my eyes as I look up at the cock’s owner, towering over me, making me feel both helpless and safe.

For a few minutes there is no sound but our combined moans as I swing on my Daddy’s cock, mouth filled. I feel completely at home. All too soon, the sawing in and out of my mouth stops. Daddy grabs the hair at the back of my neck and pulls me backwards and upwards. My saliva is trickling down my chin and the cock slaps my face as I am dragged past it, back to my feet. Is it really that Daddy is always so strong, stronger than I expect, or is it just that my head is whirling and I am as off balance emotionally now as I am physically?

I don’t spend much time pondering this, because Daddy yanks me to the left and backsteps me into the hanging sling. "Up into the sling, and not a word from you unless asked to speak, understood?"

"Yes, Sir."

Daddy half-lifts and half pushes me as I vault myself up into the leather which receives me, cradling my body. Daddy has planned well, and the height is perfect. I am helpless, suspended in midair.

"Good boy. Anything that I need to know before I start my fun?" Daddy looks up and down my form, resting his gaze on my eyes waiting for my reply.

"No, Daddy."

As soon as the words leave my lips I am given directions so that my wrists are shackled above me on the sling and my booted feet are as well. Vulnerable and excited are the two extremes flashing through me. God, how can Daddy make my cock so hard just by immobilizing me? Oh, how I want to please Daddy. Daddy pulls a black bandanna out, and in a moment it has been folded into a blindfold, and wrapped around and tied behind my neck. It shuts out the outside world, and my Daddy becomes my entire world...

Daddy’s fingers are exploring my jeans, stroking the tightly stretched inseam. "I like the fact that this little hole right here in your crotch next to your fly embarrassed you at work... Thank goodness you had underwear on or you could have been showing everyone glimpses of that boy cock that I own." Daddy’s other hand pushes two fingers into the hole and deftly rips it bigger.

"Need more room to work. Besides, I want to see just how hot and hard and hungry you are right now." I can hear the grin in Daddy’s voice, and then I feel the vibrations and Daddy’s hot breath against the center of that hunger.

I whimper and pant, begging wordlessly, wondering what Daddy's next move might be. But I always return to the fact that trying to out-guess Daddy is never a good idea. 'Live in the moment and give Daddy everything.' That's what I am reduced to, that's all I can think of. Daddy grinds up against me. I feel the hard shaft of Daddy-cock between us, with just a thin layer of frayed and now holey denim separating me from it.

Suddenly, I hear the command, “Knife, Boy!“ and I freeze, just as I have been taught, barely breathing. In my mind’s eye, I can see the glitter of titanium edge, as Daddy continues to rip, shred and now cut my embarrassing jeans away from my body. Immobile, half-naked, and complete vulnerable to Daddy, I await my fate, and my Daddy's pleasure.

"Mine, to do as I please, to use as I please?"

"Yes, Daddy, yours."

I feel Daddy's strong merciless hands running over my undefended body, stopping at my nipples, squeezing and pulling them, making them hurt with pain, but shooting pleasure straight to my groin. Daddy's teeth nipping and biting any piece of flesh within reach. I feel Daddy’s hips rotating into me, humping me with slow sensual movements; I know that if I could see them, Daddy’s eyes would be dilated, a marker of excitement. I know that not long from now, I will feel the true depth of my surrender.

"Boy, I want to hear every emotion, every feeling from you. No holding back."

"Yes, Sir, Daddy."

I can feel the shift in weight as Daddy reaches over for gloves and lube, and I feel my heart pound harder in my chest. I can feel the cold lube on my backside, Daddy's fingers playing with my ass and lube being push deep into my hole. I moan with desire and need to please, to give myself to Daddy. Daddy is gentle, slow with my hungry butt, teasing me. Daddy pushes first one, then two, fingers deep into me, filling, stretching, pumping, then adding a third to open me up further, wanting me open, wanting.

I know Daddy’s face in this mood, the look that has been on it in all the moments like this that we have shared, through all of our years together. I don’t need my eyes open to see the glint of need and want that will be in Daddy's eyes, the feral grin of hunger and control. Remembering it, a shiver of excitement and fear runs through me. I know that Daddy would never endanger my life, but I am never the same after being with Daddy, and that is not a bad thing, all things considered.

I feel my ass opening up to Daddy's touch, knowing that soon I will give and take everything for him. I lean back further into the sling, my head back, concentrating on taking Daddy in, feeling everything, giving everything. Daddy pulls away and I hear a growl from deep within Daddy's throat.

"Mine!" is all I hear before I feel the head of Daddy’s hard thick cock press up against my asshole, demanding entrance. Then there is nothing more to say, as Daddy’s fingers are in my mouth, just as the cock had been, and my mouth, too, is impaled once again...

I moan and whimper with need and pain, around Daddy‘s fingers. I try to relax, to take the cock, but Daddy’s need is too great and I ride the fine edge of pain as I feel Daddy thrust into me, burying the dick deeper with every thrust. Then all thoughts of pain are forgotten in the hot sweet pleasure as Daddy start to pump my ass with slow rhythmic thrusts. A low growl is torn from my throat around the fingers, "Yes, please, Daddy!" Luckily, Daddy apparently likes it enough to not consider it a violation of my earlier command to silence.

God, Daddy's cock is so hard and so thick it feel like it's going to split me open, and I don't care! I want Daddy to pump faster, I need to feel Daddy inside, selfishly intent on pleasure. The pain is nothing compared to seeing the look of hunger and pleasure on Daddy face and to feel the thrusting cock deep within my tight hole, all for Daddy’s use.

'Please Daddy, use me,' I think to myself. I need to feel Daddy's beast, to feel Daddy mark me this way. No one has ever done this but my Daddy; to no one else have I ever given it, freely or otherwise. Now, my need is feeding just as hungrily on Daddy's need.

The change in tempo and speed alert me to Daddy’s growing hunger, the pleasure and pain meld into one hot light behind my eyes and I try to take Daddy deeper into me, knowing that the edge is so close for me but needing to please.

"Boy," Daddy growls out, "mine to use, mine to take, mine!"

"Yes, Daddy", I cry, tears streaming down my face.

"You like me fucking your tight ass."

Never a question; just the raw truth.

"You're going to cum on my cock, aren’t you, Boy?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Take me Boy, come on Johnny, take me up to the base,

take me all the way, deep into that tight ass of yours.

I know you want it, don't you?"

“Yes, please, Daddy Sir!" I moan, and Daddy slides home into my ass, stretching me so open that a silent scream opens my

mouth as my back arches, shoving my pelvis up into Daddy’s thrusts.

"Please, Daddy! Please, may I cum for you?"

"Wait!" Daddy’s thrusts become faster and harder.

A growl erupts from Daddy that turns into a command for

me to cum on his thick shaft pumping my tight ass. I

feel him jerking his hips hard into me.

"Yes, Daddy, Thank You! Thank You!" I scream, my throat

cracking as I come at the same time that my Daddy does,

still bucking into Daddy, pumping Daddy's cock for every

last surge of pleasure.

Daddy leans forward onto me, still buried in me, holds me and murmurs "Good, Boy."

"Thank you, Daddy."

"I think it's time to take this home." Daddy leans back and starts to withdraw from my ass.

I whimper, partly at the slight pain, but mostly from the loss. Daddy leans over again and kisses me gently, understanding in both of our eyes. She reaches into her leather pants and unbuckles her harness, and slides her cock off, and begins to unfasten me from the sling...

End