A Quic Bj: the Collar

A Quick BJ: The Collar

A straight gym stud submits to his Dom Daddy.

Thanks for your time, attention and all the feedback, I truly appreciate it. I had set myself a personal challenge to pen a one-shot stand-alone short story, which resulted in two versions of "A Quick BJ" each told from the Dom's or the sub's perspective. Those stories seemed to have spoken to a lot of readers, but many felt like I left them hanging with an unresolved ending. So here is the conclusion.

FAIR WARNING!!! - This is a MUCH darker tale than my usual stories since it involves a Dom/sub relationship with about as happy an ending as that dynamic allows. I recommend reading the previous story A Quick BJ: View from the Bottom before reading this dark tale.

As always, comments and suggestions are always welcome.

I would also love to hear from female readers for their thoughts.

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.

With my heart pounding in my chest, I knocked quietly on the door and heard Daddy's sexy gruff voice call out.

"Crawl in here cocksucker!"

My head screamed at me that this was a bad idea, but I surrendered to "the urge" just like I always have, and always will, stepping through a door, getting down on my knees like a good cocksucker. Daddy was sitting in his recliner waiting for me with legs spread, casually drinking a beer.

I paused when I spotted a bottle of lube on the coffee table...

My head now screamed at me that this was a really bad idea, but I swallowed what little pride I had left and crawled on all fours into his living room to serve my new Daddy...

"Stop," the man ordered, and I froze in my tracks. "Lose the sneakers."

Not wanting to move from my spot, I used my toes to pry my sneakers off by the heels and let them fall where they may. That seemed to please Daddy and he beckoned me forward with a finger. I took another couple of strides forward until Daddy stopped me with a palm out gesture, "Shirt."

I froze with one "paw" in the air. The man was not only exerting his dominance over me, but underlining my submission to him by treating me like I was a house pet that needed training. He was using my "urge" for cock against me, making me humiliate myself by crawling across his living room carpet while doing a striptease...and I was loving every second of it. I used my free paw to wrestle my pullover shirt off my torso, giving my Daddy a nice little show. I guess he liked it since he pulled his own shirt off, giving me my first view of his bare torso. A fan of dark hair covered his solid chest before descending in a treasure trail to the bulge in his sweats. I wanted nothing more than to crawl forward and bury my face in Daddy's bulge, but I waited patiently like a good obedient cocksucking pet for the man to decide when I could move.

The man beckoned me forward and I eagerly crawled closer on my hands and knees until he signaled for me to stop again. I waited a few seconds until he said, "Jeans." I knew better than to sit up to get my jeans off, so I lowered my chest to the floor with my butt up in the air to undo my belt and jeans before sliding them over my boxer briefs, giving Daddy a glimpse of my cotton clad buns. I saucily wagged my moneymaker a little as I pulled my jeans down my thighs before rising back up to all fours. I waited again, my eyes going back and forth between Daddy's eyes and cock. The man beckoned again, and I crawled out of my jeans as I moved forward. My eyes were locked on Daddy's bulge as I crawled closer, getting a whiff of his hard earned manscent...

The man placed his sneakered left foot in my path, "Untie it...with your teeth."

Seriously? I had only met the man less than an hour ago and now I was in his living room in just my undies on all fours, ready to suck him off again but he wanted to demean me even further. The man idly stroked the bulge in his sweats with his thumb... and I totally caved.

I bent down and as I struggled to get the end of his shoelace between my teeth, I got a healthy whiff of his well-worn gym sneakers that reeked of the familiar stale scent of a men's locker room. My mind flashed back to my college days and images of my teammates' swinging dicks and smooth perky buns joking and jostling each other after a game. If only they could see me now on all fours as I latched onto the lace with my teeth and pulled on it like a pup with an old slipper.

The knot came loose, and I looked up at the man above me as I pulled the lace free. I felt a surge of excitement in my core at the connection between Dom and sub as we held each other's gaze. I surprisingly found myself getting into it and attacked his laces with my teeth, trying to free his foot from its aromatic prison.

The man lifted his foot. "Take it off," he ordered. I paused a moment, trying to figure out how. Inspiration struck and I opened wide and latched onto the sneaker behind his heel, pulling it off his heel and sliding it off. He kept his foot there and I did the same move with his sock. The man then moved his feet so the heel of his bare foot rested on the toe of his sneakered foot. He looked down at me, "Worship."

I had never done anything like this before, never even considered it before, but Daddy was into it. He was still idly stroking his now tented sweats with his thumb. I maintained eye contact as I smooched his big toe, which drew a satisfied grunt from Daddy. That did it for me. I looked him in the eye as I slavishly licked, kissed and worshiped his sweaty foot, sucking his toes, running my tongue between them, nibbling his arch, relishing the masculine scent and sweaty tang of his naked foot. Soon, Daddy had me free his other foot and worship it with abandon.

I dropped to my belly and totally debased myself, humping the carpet as I lapped at Daddy's strong hairy feet like a puppy worshipping his owner. While I worshipped one foot, Daddy would rub the other spit-soaked foot over my face and through my hair, causing me to moan with submissive delight.

Then my phone rang...

I sat up and silently mouthed, FUUUUUUUUUUUCK! The man looked annoyed as I dug my phone out of my jeans and explained, "Sorry. I have to take this. It's my girlfriend..." Daddy patted his left thigh, his meaning clear. I rolled my eyes but there was no time to argue, so I sat on Daddy's knee in just my socks and underwear as I answered the call, "Hey, babe..."

"Hi, honey... I miiiiiss youuuu..." She sounded more than a little tipsy.

"Have you been drinking?" I teased her.

She giggled drunkenly, "Yeahhhh...The girls and I went to Happy Hour...miiiss youuuuu hon-ney...so watcha doin...?"

I chuckled at how sloshed she sounded, "I miss you too, babe. I, uhm, went to the gym after work and had a great workout." Of course, I didn't mention that I had met a hot DILF at the gym, given him an eager blowjob in his truck and was now at his place, sitting on his knee in my boxer briefs.

"Shounds like you got all sweaty and dirty working that hot bod at the gym, hon..." Daddy was getting impatient while she was talking and started running his hands over my thighs and back. I had never had another man explore my body before and it was starting to get to me.

"Yeah... Uh...Uhm...I got a real workout at the gym, babe." Daddy reached under my knees and spun me around, so I was now sitting sideways on his lap with my legs over the armrest. I held the phone in my right hand with my right arm pressed against his chest. Daddy gave me a wink. Yeah, he had given my mouth a real workout. his hands continued to stroke my thighs and back.

"It sounds like you got all sweaty and dirty, honey. Are you a dirty little boy?" my girlfriend giggled from hundreds of miles away. Daddy's right hand started to rub my hard cock through my underwear. I looked him in the eyes as I husked into the phone, "Yeah... I'm a dirty little boy..."

She giggled loudly. I could tell that Daddy could hear her on my phone. "Just remember that you're MY dirty little boy...". Daddy's piercing eyes held my gaze, "Yeah... I'm a YOUR dirty little boy..." I told my new Daddy as my girlfriend listened in.

This is fucking twisted and crazy, the reasoning part of my mind screamed as I flirted with my girlfriend while an older man felt me up through my underwear while I was sitting on his lap...which was only half the truth, the truth was that I was flirting with both of them, and it was making my cock painfully hard.

"You're making me so hot dirty boy," she giggled but her voice betrayed her arousal. "Good thing I'm just wearing my pink bra and panties..." another giggle. She was teasing me. Damn, I loved how hot she looked in that bra and panty set. "Whatcha wearing...?"

"Uhnh...Just my black boxer briefs..." her dirty talk and Daddy's hand were really turning me on.

"Mmmm... Your cute little booty looks so hot in those..." Daddy's hand slid down my back and started to knead my buns through my underwear.

"Uhnh... You like grabbing my cute little booty...?" I asked Daddy and he smiled down at me as he manhandled my butt, slipping his hand into the back of my briefs to grab a naked cheek with his bare hand.

"I LOVE grabbing your cute little booty!" another giggle. "Almost as much as you like playing with my titties. You want me to play with my titties for you?" I moaned as Daddy reached into the front of my underwear to wrap his strong hand around my hard cock.

"Oh, yeah... play with those titties for me..." I begged Daddy. Both my girlfriend and my Daddy obliged me. While she started to moan while playing with her titties, Daddy leaned down and started to tongue and suck on one of my nipples. My girlfriend and I moaned in synch as our titties were played with. Daddy slid my underwear over my butt while working my nipple and worked them off me along with my socks. "Work those nipples..." I moaned to Daddy as he grabbed the bottle of lube.

"Oh, honey. My pussy is getting wet," my girl moaned as she fingered her nipples.

"Fuck yeah..." I moaned as Daddy ran a lubed thumb over my now exposed rosebud while his lubed fist slowly pumped my cock. "Get that pussy nice and wet..." I moaned in his ear when his thumb popped inside me and started to rub my prostate.

"I'm fingerfucking my wet pussy like a dirty little girl...are you jerking off my dirty little boy...?"

I was out of my mind from being jerked off while getting my first prostate massage, "I'm your dirty little boy! Fingerfuck that dirty wet pussy!" I babbled into Daddy's ear while my girlfriend masturbated herself into a frenzy on the other side of the state. "Work that dirty pussy for your dirty little boy! Damn, it's driving me crazy! Fingerfuck that pussy...faster...faster..."

"Oh My God...I'm gonna... I'm cumming...you...dirty...boy...!" she almost screamed.

Daddy sat up just as I stiffened from my own orgasm, blasting cum all over my chest up to my chin. After I caught my breath, I told my girlfriend, "Wow. That was amazing, babe. I gotta go clean up. Love you."

"Mmm... I love you too, honey. You go clean up, you dirty little boy," she giggled drowsily and hung up.

Then Daddy surprised me when he licked a line of my cum off my chest and then pressed his mouth to mine, kissing me and forcing my cum into my mouth with his tongue. I moaned when he flexed his thumb in my butt, massaging my prostate again. I submitted to the kiss, allowing him to feed me my own jism, swallowing it as my cock started to stiffen again. I explored his hard, hairy muscled body with my hands as we kissed...this was another first for me. I had never felt up a man's torso before...unlike my girlfriend's, it was solid and unyielding. I could sense the strength that lay coiled within his muscles and found myself surrendering to it.

My head was awhirl. I had just participated in my first three-way and it had been nothing like my fantasies. I had never pictured it as three-way phone sex with a girl as a daddy jerked me off while probing my ass with his thumb. Daddy broke the kiss and scooped up more of my cum on his fingers and shoved them in my mouth. "Clean up your mess you dirty little boy," he teased. I obliging sucked on his digits, wiping them clean with my tongue and swallowing my own sperm. Daddy fed me again, "Let's take this to the bedroom, soldier."

"Yeth, Thir..." I muttered as I lovingly lapped at his cum-coated fingers.

Daddy helped me get up on my feet with his thumb still up my ass like it was a hole in a bowling ball. He kept teasing my prostate as he guided me down the hallway on unsteady feet to his bedroom. I stumbled along with more than a few misgivings as we approached the place of my defilement. I could just turn and flee but what was about to go down was already a certainty in my mind, Daddy was going to bust my cherry tonight. I was terrified, but I was also ready to surrender to him, I wanted this dominant older man to claim my virginity. Perhaps my years of cocksucking had in reality been a desperate quest for the man I wanted to completely surrender myself to...body and soul.

We arrived at the Master bedroom and he steered me inside as he hit the switch and the bedside lamps lit up the Master bedroom. The scene was immediately burned into my memory. This was the place where it was going to happen...my deflowering. I knew I would remember every detail of this room. The blue-gray walls, the dark, heavy masculine wood furniture, the dark shaded lamps that cast pools of light on the stage of the Master's bed where I would be taken, were all immutably committed to my memory.

"Up you go soldier. Ass up, face down," Daddy ordered as his thumb lifted me into position. I climbed onto the foot of the bed on all fours and lowered my head onto the navy-blue quilt. I picked up his scent as soon as my head hit the bed. I turned my head to the side and saw my reflection in the dresser mirror in a position of ultimate submission.

Daddy finally removed his thumb and squirted some lube into my open hole. I shivered as the sensation of the cold lube hit my most sensitive spot. "Easy, soldier..." Daddy soothed like I was a skittish colt. I gripped the quilt when he slid two fingers into my tight hole, stretching me out. I expected him to go slowly and gently, but Daddy was sawing his fingers in and out, twisting them around, spreading them wide as my hole instinctively gripped them. "Relax that hole," he ordered.

Easy for him to say. I was busy grinding my teeth and clutching the quilt as I tried to adjust to the novel sensation of something going UP my colon. Daddy kept working it, painfully forcing my ass ring to stretch to new limits until it tired and loosened up for him. I endured the process because I knew it would make things easier, so I buried my face in the mattress as Daddy kept stretching, lubing, twisting and sawing until he decided I was ready and withdrew his fingers.

"Grab the headboard."

OMG. This is it...I clambered back up onto all fours, crawled forward a few feet and grabbed the heavy, solid wooden headboard as Daddy stripped down and climbed onto the bed behind me while lubing up his hard cock. I don't know why, but feeling the mattress sag behind me from his weight made my vulnerable situation suddenly very real.

"Wait a minute... I don't know about - FUCK!"

Daddy was fucking me! He just slid his cock in and started rapidly rabbit fucking me. I tried to pull away from the pain and shock, but he just grabbed my hips and started thrusting away. My body jerked spasmodically under the assault with my face pressed against the wall. He gave me no time to adjust as he started to pound away with full thrusts as waves of pain radiated through my core. In the mirror I saw Daddy mounting me like a dog, bitching me, and I was reduced to grunting each time he bottomed out.

Then I felt something else beyond pain and fullness. A dark, primal pleasure started to gnaw away at me from my core. The pain started to subside just a bit and I focused on the lifeline of that deep sensation of a sexual pleasure I had never experienced before. It was intense... I was being buffeted from the inside out and I finally managed to form a word between grunts, "Daddy.."

"Yeah...Soldier...Who's...your...daddy...?" he grunted from behind me.

"Hunh..you're...hunh...my...hunh...Dad...dee...hunh..."

"You're...my...bitch...now...I...own...you..." Daddy pounded those words into my head through my ass canal.

"Hunh...bitch...hunh...me...hunh...own...my...hunh...ass...hunh" I babbled.

"You'll...need...this...for...ever...now...Soldier...my...cock...your...ass..."

I knew it was all true at that moment. He was my Daddy. I was his bitch. He owns me now. I would need this forever... Daddy's dick... In my ass... Forever...

He was getting close and gave me a reach around, his lubed fist stroking my cock in time with his thrusts. After just a few strokes, I blasted his headboard with my cum.

That drove Daddy over the edge and he rammed home one last time, falling on my back as he grunted in my ear with each volley of cum that his balls fired up my ass, marking me, breeding me, conquering me...

The deed was done.

I was his bitch.

Daddy's bitch.

Three months later.

The man had been very busy pulling OT at his job, so I hadn't seen him for several days. I pulled up SIR in my contacts and sent him a text as soon as I got off work, "I NEED to talk to you with great URGEncy, ASAP."

I smiled as I hit send. My Daddy would get the not too subtle subtext. He knew that "The Urge" meant that I desperately needed to drop to my knees and suck his cock. He also knew that I now suffered regularly from "The Need" ever since he had instilled it within me. When I was suffering from "The Need" nothing would satisfy it until I had Daddy's hard cock filling the emptiness in my ass and fucking me until he deposited his seed inside me.

When both "The Urge" and "The Need" were upon me, I was so horny that I could chew glass. I had tried sucking other men's cocks or even letting them fuck me, but that only took the edge off...leaving me feeling even more empty inside. Then "The Urge" and "The Need" would return VERY quickly and with a vengeance! Since I had met him, "The Urge" and "The Need" could only be satisfied by Daddy's cock.

I got a reply, "I'm going to be at least an hour late getting home, so be ready for me."

YES!

I was going to be getting some Daddy dick tonight!

Since I had time to kill, I hit the gym. Which, when "The Urge" and "The Need" are upon me, I can pump iron like I'm on steroids. I did the circuit that Daddy had prescribed for me like I was training for a bodybuilding contest, focusing on my glutes so they would be high and tight for Daddy tonight.

I was definitely feeling the burn as I drove home, which is now a small apartment over Daddy's garage. I moved in there a couple of months ago when they raised my rent. It's a nice studio with a private deck surrounded by hedges and trees that is great for barbeques. Not only am I saving serious money on rent, but I usually have ready access to Daddy's dick 24/7. In case you're wondering, my girlfriend dumped me for "some guy" she met at college who is apparently taller, better looking and has better prospects. I hope that when he inevitably dumps her that the bitch hits the ground like a safe.

As soon as I got home, I prepped, hit the shower, shaved extra close (Daddy likes my face boyishly smooth), had a quick bite, threw on some clothes and headed down to Daddy's place. I let myself in with my key and stripped down in the laundry room like I usually do. I folded my clothes neatly on the counter and opened the cabinet where Daddy kept my gear in a small gym bag. I pulled out a clean jock and was about to put it on when I had a thought. I peeked in the hamper...