Friday morning came, and no clue why my schedule was changing. As he left, Chris just ordered me to come straight home after work. I was distracted in the office with worry. Mike was out of sorts, whispering to me that I was a douche. But he didn't get a chance to use me during the day. When the start of the weekend finally came, I got into my car with a heavy heart.
I took a deep breath just before opening the door to go in. "Don't strip. Come here slave." Chris ordered from the living room.
"Yes, Master." I crawled in, my compulsion for that not lifted. Timmy was there, sitting with Chris on the couch.
"Oooooh. I'm so looking forward to this." Timmy gleefully bounced up and down a bit.
"Easy boy." Chris steadied him with a hand on his shoulder. "Slave, I'm loaning you to Timmy. He has a party to go to and wants a date. You will be the best boyfriend in the world. You'll be all over him, you will convince him and everyone that you are completely subservient to him and will do anything he wants. Anything." That last word was covered in finality. I had to be compliant in front of anyone anyway, and I couldn't disobey, so all of this must have been for Timmy's benefit.
"Yes, Master." I said in a cheery tone. Outwardly, it seemed like I was looking forward to it. Inside, it was a gut-punch. What would this twink do with me on a date? I was taller than him, much better built, and a bit older. But I was going to be the submissive one.
Timmy's phone dinged. He checked it. "My Uber's here. Come on Marky, we gotta go." Timmy headed for the door. I wasn't getting any time before this date was starting.
"Get up and walk. I packed a bag for you." Chris said with a smirk, pointing to a bag on the floor.
"Yes, Master." I got up, grabbed the bag and followed Timmy.
"You can call me Daddy." Timmy said as he grabbed my ass on the way out the door.
"Yes, Daddy." Just one more twist of the knife. We got into the back seat and the Uber driver got going.
It wasn't going to be a normal ride. Timmy scooted over to me and started to feel up my chest, coming in for a kiss. I was forced to respond, acting like I was turned on. He was pretty free with my body. The kiss was sloppy. After a while, he pulled back. "You want me to fuck you, don't you?"
I could see the driver's eyes glance at us through the rearview mirror. "Yeah, Daddy, I want your big cock in me bad." I humped my hips a bit. How humiliating. All of it, having to just say it, call Timmy "Daddy," and have the driver hear it. This must be why we were in an Uber, rather than me driving. To embarrass me.
"You're going to have to wait boy." Timmy teased me. Of course, he thought I was a gay slave, he had no idea Chris had taken control of my mind and played me like a puppet.
"But I want it now, Daddy." I was grabbing his crotch while I was saying this, playing the part of the horny submissive.
"Maybe just a taste." Timmy began to undo his pants.
"Hey, not in here. Leave your snake in your pants." The driver yelled back at us.
"Aw man, you're taking all the fun out of it." Timmy protested.
"Listen, you whip that out, and I'm dumping you here. I'll flag you, so you won't get a new pick-up." The driver sounded serious.
"Fine." Timmy said, clearly unhappy he wouldn't be getting roadhead. He put my hand on his dick, so I played with his junk. He leaned back, throwing his arms across the head rests and smiled. Well, he was being serviced (damn, I had an erection since I had standing orders for that), and by me. I'm sure he had never been serviced by someone who looked like me ever before, just servicing them. I'm sure he was the bottom most of the time, and I knew he wanted to top, since he had jumped at the chance to top me every time. Now I was bound to do whatever he wanted, and he was going to rub it in.
The car pulled up to an apartment building. Timmy opened his eyes. "We're here. Let's get up so I can fuck you." He got out, I had to follow, pulling my bag with me. I followed Timmy in the building. We made it to his door and as soon as we were through it he was ordering me "Get those clothes off."
"OK, Daddy." I got to stripping. Timmy had a cheeky grin on his face. His place. Me completely under his thumb. I stood up naked and hard.
"This is so fucking great! I can do anything I want with you." He was almost giggling. Then he turned serious. "Can't I, bitch?"
"Yes, Daddy, I'll do anything you want. Just please promise to fuck me, and fuck me good. And hard, I want you to fuck me hard." I hated having to do this, but I grabbed my cock and massaged my ass.
"Haa haaa. You've got it bad for me bitch boy." Timmy laughed at me.
"I sure do. Will you fuck me now? Or at least let me suck you?" I sounded desperate.
"Get here between my legs." Timmy tapped his thighs.
"Sure, Daddy. Will I get to suck you? Please?" I knelt down. There was a size difference between us. He was certainly a twink, but had a bit of muscle, so he wasn't scrawny. But I was a good sized man, taller than him and certainly brawnier, my workouts had given me broad shoulders and good pecs, abs. Neither of us were fat by any stretch of the imagination. But it was different. He was skinny by controlling his diet. I ate good as well, but higher calories, more protein to fuel my time with weights in the gym.
I'd seen a lot of gay porn at this point. I knew twinks were usually the bottom with bigger guys. This was turning that over. He was clothed, I was naked. I had Chris's compulsions requiring me to obey his every word, even if he thought it was just normal slave obedience. It was all fun for him. Plus I was calling him Daddy. That alone must be a thrill. All of these must be thrills for him.
He kept that smirk. "Get your face down there, rub it around."
"OK, Daddy." I did, giving him that fire of command of a bigger man.
"Sniff good. Get it in your nose." Timmy was enjoying this, I could tell his cock was at full mast already.
"Yes, Daddy. It smells so good Daddy." I said, and felt his dick jump. He was going to put me through it, I could tell.
Timmy pulled his pants off, while keeping my head where he wanted it. I got to licking his balls. I was under compulsion to be into it, to act like I was into it. He swatted his cock against my forehead. I came up trying to get my mouth around it. He laughed and waved it, making me chase his cock. It didn't take long before he shoved it in, and I started sucking, taking this twink dick in and pleasuring it. More laughter. He leaned back like he had in the Uber, like he was in command. Well, he was.
My nose kept making it down to his pubes, taking his cock all the way in. "Turn around and back up on it." Timmy said.
"Oh, Daddy, I really need to get fucked by your big cock." I got up, lined his cock up with my ass and sat back, sending it into me. I wondered if this was worse than riding a cock by squatting on it. "Oooo Daddy, it's so big." My mouth apparently decided I needed to humiliate myself a bit.
"That's right boy, ride your Daddy's cock!" Timmy was so glad to be doing this.
My legs were getting a bit weary, being in a weird position. My legs were saved by Timmy pushing me down onto the floor, mounting over me and humping me. My cock was grinding against the carpet, so quite uncomfortable. Not that Timmy cared, he was getting to fuck, so he was fine.
He came in me, grinding a bit afterwards. He pulled off, heading into another room, and I heard him start a shower. He must have just rinsed off because he came back soon. "Go rinse off. I'll order us something to eat."
