The old man and I had fallen into a routine. He'd show up at my place and take me whenever he wanted and I had become good at calling him Daddy and pretending I didn't want him to fuck my ass. Daddy liked to feel like he was corrupting me, like he was taking my cherry every time.
Sometimes he would let me punish him for hurting me but mostly I just got flopped down whenever Daddy was in the mood.
Lately I had been thinking of getting him a key to my apartment. The idea of him sneaking into my bedroom late at night and having his way with me kept me up jacking off most nights. I thought maybe I'd suggest it to him after his next fuck. I hoped he would like the idea as much as me.
Weeks had passed since the last time he plowed me. I was beginning to think he'd never come by again. Then one day just after supper I was getting my running shoes on and there was a knock on the door. I felt my balls tense with excitement. I tried to prepare to act surprised when I answered the door. I know he liked to get me by surprise. He liked to have me as his mostly willing submissive who whined and sometimes cried about being forced into this ass plowing.
At first it had been so hard to hide my excitement and pretend I was being forced into submission. But Daddy got so much fucking harder when I played the role right and my orgasm was that much better. I cleared my throat, stood up straight and hiked my running shorts up a little to hug the curve of my plump ass cheeks.
I opened the door, there stood Daddy. I stared at him, playing confused until he reached out with his hands and shoved me into the house, "Move it, boy. Daddy needs a drink!"
He came in past me and went to my kitchen. My cheeks flushed with color. I locked the door and followed him to the kitchen. I didn't have to draw the blinds. They were always drawn now, always hoping he'd show up. Daddy poured himself a glass of juice and stared at my shorts. "nice shorts! They look familiar." They were the same ones I had wore the first time we fucked. I had planned to go for a run down his running trail tonight in hopes to bump into him.
"Oh? These old things? You have probably seen me running with them on the trail."
I couldn't hide the grin when I saw his dick flex in his shorts. I had him right where I wanted him. Now to maintain my innocence so Daddy could corrupt me for the millionth time.
Daddy finished his orange juice, put the glass in the sink and turned to me. He had a stern look on his face. "Boy, I haven't seen you out running much on the trail lately."
It was true, I'd been staying home hoping he'd stop by. I didn't want to be out on the trails when he showed up.
"No, I've been busy, Daddy."
Daddy scowled, he walked past me into the living room. I followed him in. "that's very disappointing," he mumbled, "a young boy like you needs to be keeping fit. I bet you've been wasting your time on these dumb video games!" he flung a video game case off my coffee table, flopped down on my sofa and put his feet where the case had been.
"Sorry, Daddy, I just haven't been in the mood. You know how it is."
"I know how it is?! I know how it is?!" Oh boy I'd gotten him real fired up tonight, this was going to be the best fuck we'd ever had! "Boy, get over here." I walked towards him. "stand in front of me, let me take a look at ya!" I moved between him and my coffee table. My knees knocked against it and so he kicked the table forward to make room. He turned me around a few times. "you're getting flabby boy. damn shame. Do you even care?!"
Oh, this was a tough one. How mad did I want to get him? I chose carefully, instead of outright defiance I chose to shrug my shoulders. That worked, a smile crossed his face briefly before he quickly put his acting face back on. And the game was about to begin. He hollered, "Why you good for nothing piece of shit!" and with that he had me whipped around and bent over the coffee table. My cock was already hard and I squirmed to adjust it under the ridge of my coffee table. Of course he took this to be part of my act. "Don't even try to squirm away from me you little shit. I'm going to teach you a lesson about applying yourself." He yanked down my shorts so fast I thought he'd rip them. I hadn't been wearing underwear, as I had been hoping to meet him on the trail and exciting him with a little ass crack.
"DADDY! What are you doing?! I flailed my arm over my back towards my ass, feigning an attempt to cover myself. He grabbed my arm and held it firm against my lower back.
"No boy! I want to see you moving your ass out there! I need to see you with a little motivation. And if this is what's going to get a fire under your ass," he rammed 3 lubed fingers up my ass to emphasize the word ass, "then this is what I'm going to have to do."
He started pumping my ass with those three fingers. It'd been a while since he'd been near my ass, so it wasn't too hard to feign pain, even with the lube there was a burning around the opening to my broken in ass. I moaned and writhed, "Daddy, stop! Daddy, please don't. I'll be good, I'll go running. Please...oh god please!"
Daddy grunted and pounded his fingers in harder. "Oh I'm not going to stop, you have to learn. I can shove more than just my fingers up this ass of yours! You got that, boy!"
"Yes, Daddy." I groaned. I hoped he would. I looked over my shoulder to see if he had made a move to start, sure enough he was eyeballing the lube on the end table.
"Now, I'm going to release your hand. But if you try to get away, I'm going to pound you harder than ever, you understand?!"
Oh, what a promise that was, so he wanted me to fight back did he? "Yes, Daddy, I understand!" I moaned.
He released my hand, I had to do this right, I was going to earn that powerful fucking. But if I moved too soon then he'd not be lubed up enough. I was a bit of a sadist but not enough to want a dry fuck.
I looked at him over my shoulder. He was lubing up his dick and not watching me. Hmmm, maybe he didn't expect me to fight back. But I wanted that hard fuck and this was my submissive way to let him know I wanted to be pounded.I slowly and carefully stepped out of my shorts so they wouldn't trip me up. Watching him I waited until I saw that his cock was glistening and he had put the cover back on the lube. Just as he was about to reach for my ass I dove away from the coffee table and made a run for the door. I heard a grunt and growl from behind me and heavy footsteps.
I hadn't quite thought the next step out, how far was I going to run? Where was I going to run? My bedroom! Maybe that was the best place to plant the idea of a key in his mind. I dodged his hand and with as much speed as I could muster I dove at the stairs. He got my leg for a moment but mostly got sock. I wriggled free, "No, Daddy. No...please... I'm running, see...you've got my attention. I'll never disappoint you again." I whimpered as I ran up the stairs to my bedroom. I heard the thumping behind me. I slammed my door shut like a defiant teen and hid under my blankets like a scared child.
I heard the doorknob turn and in came Daddy growling, "So you think you can hide from me do ya? Well, I guess we have more to learn than just how to run on the trails! I'll give you to the count of 5 to get your ass over here boy before I have to come over there and get it! I warn you, Daddy doesn't have a lot of patience!"
