Sex Doll: Gemini 5 - Thirteen Weeks in...
Daddy's boy Danny reflects on the last three months and gets a side gig...as a go-go boy.
Thanks for the comments, I truly appreciate them and they help me guide the storyline, but I regret not being able to incorporate all the fun ideas provided...
FAIR WARNING: This one is a bit of a slow burn, so I hope the payoff works for you. This is tale of gay male sex and a science fiction fantasy with elements of reluctant/non-consensual sex, so if that's not your scene, you've been warned. I recommend that you read the previous chapters to follow how we got here.
We all have fantasies that we have never indulged in, which can be a good thing because there are some doors that once opened can never be closed.
Dan is a good-looking, vain, mostly straight, lonely, divorced guy who drunkenly ordered a male android sex doll that is an exact duplicate of himself, thinking he would get a FWB. He may have bought more than he bargained for...a LOT more.
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.
Danny turned off the blow dryer and used a brush to tame his hair. In the three months since Daddy had claimed him, his already shaggy hair had grown a couple of inches longer, so it now cascaded over his shoulders and reached down between his shoulder blades in the back.
He paused a moment to contemplate how much he had been changed in just thirteen weeks. These moments of self-reflection ironically always happened to him in front of a mirror. Due to Coach Brat's intense workout sessions his physique was now tight and trim with a visible six pack, bordering on an eight-pack, leading down into the pouch of his white thong. Even his tan line had changed. Instead of being untanned from his waist down to almost his knees due to a lifetime of wearing board shorts, Danny now sported a tanline that mimicked his thong, so that even when he was naked his now tanned buns were delectably framed by the outline of a thong.
Danny had lost twenty pounds and his taut physique helped him look more like he was in his late twenties rather than early thirties. The illusion of youth was helped since Danny was now completely hairless from the neck down. It was expensive, but Daddy Dan insisted, "Nothing's too good for my pretty boy.". Daddy drove him to a beauty clinic about a month ago where Danny received the latest chemical and laser treatment over every inch of his body, not just from the neck down but also a complete facial, so his trimmed eyebrows were now permanent, and he would never have any facial hair growth ever again. The treatment had also left his skin smoother and more youthful looking. Danny absentmindedly licked his lips as he studied his reflection. Since they were already at the clinic, Daddy decided to have them slightly plumped and now often teased Danny about having DSL - dick-sucking-lips. Even though his lips had been permanently plumped almost a month ago, Danny couldn't help running his tongue over them occasionally. It had become an unconscious habit and even though he didn't mention it, his Daddy certainly found it very alluring.
As he finished with the brush, Danny took a moment to admire the highlights that Daddy had the clinic apply to his thick mane of hair. Combined with all the other changes that had been made to his appearance, Danny thought he was now not only very good looking, but borderline pretty...and Danny had discovered that he liked being pretty.
He went to his underwear drawer, the same one where Cindy used to keep her panties because Daddy had claimed his wardrobe and taken over his drawers. Danny raked his eyes over his underwear selection of nylon booty shorts and thongs. After deciding he was feeling sassy today, he selected a hot pink thong to wear. Danny took a moment to admire the pretty boytoy in the closet mirror before opening his jewelry box. He paused to admire all the pretty things that Daddy had bought just for him over the past few months before picking out his earrings for today. He chose a gold hoop for his left ear and a dangling diamond earring for the right. Then he hooked a thin gold chain around his neck to contrast with the thick chrome chain of ownership that Daddy had permanently locked around him. Like a kid in a shiny candy store, he dug through his assortment of rings, selecting a braided siler thumb ring and a gold and diamond pinky ring for his left hand. He chose a plain gold and black enamel ring for his right ring finger. Danny held to hands out to check the look, admiring how the rings Daddy bought for him looked on his fingers with neatly manicured nails that now sported a gloss coat of clear polish.
He decided that the rings were fine, but more was needed so he added a bracelet of chrome beads and one of black beads around his left wrist, and a thin, braided rawhide strap around the right wrist along with the heavy DADDY'S boy ID bracelet. Danny checked his look in the closet door mirror again with his hands on his hips, hips cocked to one side and licked his lips as he flipped his hair out of his eyes with a flick of his head.
Danny looked like what he had become...a spoiled, vain, kept, pretty, gay houseboy. Liking his look so far, he went back to his jewelry box and selected the final pieces, three small toe rings. He put the silver one with the light blue stone on his right ring toe and the two gold ones on either side of his middle toe on his left foot. He glanced down and admired how the rings looked on his pedicured toes that had the same high gloss polish as his fingernails. The silver ring with the blue stone was pretty, but Danny loved the gold ones that each had a bold letter engraved on them, a D and a B for Daddy's Boy.
Daddy called from the kitchen, "Danny. Lunch is almost ready, so pry yourself away from the mirror and get out here."
"Coming, Daddy..." Danny rushed to finish dressing for lunch after being busted again for preening in the mirror. Daddy had slowly been buying him a new wardrobe to accentuate his newly tight body, which mainly consisted of enticing clubwear that Daddy thought showed off his pretty boy's goods. He pulled on a stretchy white tee shirt and denim bib coverall shorts. Daddy liked how he looked in this outfit and Danny did too. The thin white shirt showed off his gym sculpted, tapered torso and when he clipped the coverall straps over his shoulders, they pulled the inseam of the stretch denim deep into his buttcrack so the jeans cupped his perky buns perfectly. The legs only came down to mid-thigh, but Danny rolled them up a couple of inches to expose more of his now solid thighs. He stepped into his slip-in sandals that left his toe jewelry exposed and gave one last peek at his reflection before heading to the kitchen.
Daddy gave his pretty boy a visual once over as Danny set the table. Danny almost jumped over the table when Daddy unexpectedly grabbed his right bun and squeezed it hard.
"Daddy!"
"Looking good, pretty boy," Daddy Dan teased his blushing boy toy, giving him a peck on the cheek.
"Thanks... You too," Danny returned the compliment while giving Dan a quick visual once over, admiring how hot he appeared in a light gray henley, well-worn jeans and black boots as they sat down to lunch. Danny remembered what went down when Daddy had worn that combination a little more than a week ago...
Since his droid arrived, Danny had quickly grown used to their daily routine. Coach Brat would wake him up early in the morning for a run and workout, followed by a massage and then giving the Brat a blowjob. He would fuck the Brat hard in the shower and then Daddy would make sweet love to him before breakfast. After breakfast, Danny would retreat to his office to get some work done with only a break for lunch while Daddy took care of the household chores and yardwork.
After Danny had finished his workday, Daddy Dan surprised him, "Let's go grab a beer and get a bite to eat."
Danny was thrilled at the chance to get out of the house for a change. "Sure! Just give me a minute to change."
"Nah. You look fine. Let's go."
"What...? You want me to go out in public like this...?" Danny was almost mortified at the thought of being seen wearing just a short white tee shirt that stopped a few inches short of his very low riding, black denim hip hugger short shorts with all his DADDY'S boy jewelry on display along with his toe rings peeking out of his black sandals.
"Absolutely," Daddy Dan replied as he led the way into the garage and hit the door opener. "You'll look hot on the back of my bike, pretty boy."
