Bound for More - 1: A Ranch Hand
I did not think the week would ever end. I was so anxiously looking forward to seeing DDT (Daddy Dom Tom) on Friday, that the days just dragged on. Thankfully, I was very busy at work, in the evenings I would finish routine chores around the house and focus on the tasks DDT had given me for the week. We would speak on the phone for a few minutes each evening, but that only made me more anxious to see him. Last weekend was so amazing; I could not get it out of my head. I had never been used so thoroughly or completely. And he promised that he would make this coming weekend even better. I honestly cannot imagine how.
DDT instructed me to use my largest toys every day on my pussy, as he liked to call it. He wanted me to focus on training and stretching my hole. He said he loved a sloppy cunt, and I gave it no more thought. I was just happy to have something to focus on, and loved the idea of working on things to make him happy. So with my chores done, and the evening call wrapped up, I lined up my toys. I would start with the largest toy I knew I could coax into my hole. In my eagerness I would quickly move to the next size toy up. I had to huff on some poppers to relax my hole and get my head in the right space to take it. But ultimately had no problems, considering my motivation. By Thursday night, I had taken my largest, a 9" round rubber cock, without too much difficulty. I proceeded to ride it for nearly an hour. I fell asleep that night with my pussy stretched and aching.
I also followed Daddy's instructions and stayed locked in my cage all week. I would only take it off for my morning shower, to clean myself and the device. I was horny as ever, but amazingly, had no trouble staying locked. The thought of being DDT's pussy boy kept me on task and eager to comply. All I wanted was for him to destroy my cunt again.
Friday, at last. I was surprised how much my ass had recovered overnight. I could feel some tenderness from that big toy, but overall my pussy felt good and hungry. The work day moved at a snail's pace. My thoughts were consumed with getting to the ranch this evening and start in on another amazing weekend with DDT. 5 PM could not come fast enough, and when it finally did, I shut down my computer and raced out of the the office without saying a word to anyone. I did not mean to be rude, but I was on a mission. I rushed home and jumped in the shower. I wanted a deep cleaning in preparation for whatever DDT had in store for me. He did not say anything about dinner, so I just grabbed an apple for a little sustenance. I already had a bag packed, and he wanted me to bring some of my own toys, so I had packed them in another duffle. I threw them in the back of my little SUV and got on the road.
It was an easy drive. I did not live far from the highway, so I was on it in 5 minutes heading south. Anther 30 minutes and I turned east onto a paved 2 lane farm to market road. There was little to no traffic on this road, so the next 15 minutes flew by like the rolling country side. I was using my phone for directions and I could tell the next turn was coming up. My heart started to beat a little faster as I knew I was getting close. That and the fact that I had instructions to follow from DDT after the next turn. I slowed and made the right hand turn onto a wide dirt packed road in good condition. It was lined with thick rows of trees on either side, but you could see grazing fields beyond them. I passed the first drive off the road and just beyond the next rise in the road, I pulled over.
I stepped out of my SUV and shucked all of my clothes. I neatly folded them and placed them on the floorboard in my back seat. I got back in my vehicle and continued my drive. My dicklet already leaking in anticipation. I followed the dirt road for a couple of miles and finally turned into his drive. It was marked with big stone block pillars and a wide electric gate between them. A sign over the gate read "Bear Stone Ranch."
The drive was long and winding and packed gravel. The house sat up on a hill overlooking a valley and was ringed by very old Live Oak trees. The gravel drive ended in a large circle connecting the house and the barn that sat about a hundred feet away. It was picturesque, somewhere between quaint and breathtaking. I stopped the vehicle in front of the walk leading up to the house, as instructed, and stepped out. I had texted him when I had stopped to strip, so he should be expecting me. Since I did not see him, I decided to grab my bags out of the back and head up to the front door.
The back of the SUV was raised and I bent over to pick them up, thinking to myself, "it looks like I am moving in, not just staying a couple of nights," and quietly laughed to myself. That's when I felt something grab my ass. I jumped a little, but another hand was on my shoulders holding me in place.
"There's my boy!" I heard DDT's voice state. "And he looks good enough to fuck right here." I felt the buttons of his 501s push into my ass and he grabbed me in his arms for a tight squeeze. I could feel his big cock was hard, even through the denim. He was happy to see me. This of course, made my own clit pulse and respond with a dribble of precum. He did not let me turn around, but I could feel his cowboy hat brush my head as he nuzzled my ear. He kept me facing my bags in the back of the vehicle. Daddy hugged me and caressed me and ran his hands all over me. His oversized buckle pressing into the small of my back.