Daddy’s boy

Chris had spent far too many hours staring at the men in the bar. He had already finished several dark and stormies and he needed to pee. It was his first time drinking at a real leather bar. Though he often fantasized about going, tonight was the first time he was able to muster the courage. Chris was a young husky, 22 years old, he was 5’9” with glossy dark gray ripples that flowed through his chubby white coat like waves. His amber eyes reflected the bar lights like headlamps in the rain. He wobbled a bit as he stood but quickly regained his balance as he made his way to the bathroom. Though he’d spent the last few hours ogling the sexy daddies and sirs, he hadn’t noticed that one had been ogling him back, or that he was following him to the bathroom. When he arrived he was surprised to find a long white porcelain trough full of melting ice cubes instead of the urinals he had been expecting. “When in Rome,” he thought to himself as he fiddled with his zipper. Chris unfastened his pants and lowered his underwear revealing a small light blue penis about 3.5 inches long. “Mmmm a small dick for a small boy,” a gruff voice grumbled behind him. Chris turned his head and saw a large brown bear towering over him. The bear must have been at least 6’3”. He had a chubby muscular build like an offensive lineman and dark brown eyes like coffee. Chris thought he was maybe in his early 50’s, and he wasted no time pulling out his gargantuan 9 inch brown bear cock. “You need help with that little thing boy? We wouldn’t want you to dribble all over yourself,” the bear bellowed as he unleashed a strong steady stream of piss into the trough. Chris couldn’t speak, all he could do was nod his head absently as he admired the thick girthy bear dick draining itself into the porcelain. After the bear finished he shook off the last few drops and positioned himself behind Chris. “That’s what I like to see,” he said as he gripped Chris’s petite member with his large warm paws and aimed at the trough. “Alright let it go,” he commanded. Chris couldn’t have held it even if he wanted to. Something about the bear’s tone made him obey instinctually and before he could even register the order he was already peeing. “Good boy,” the bear cooed. Chris felt warm and safe as the bear’s paw shielded his dick from the cold November air. “I like an obedient boy,” the bear chuckled, “I’m Greg but you can call me daddy. What’s your name?” ''C-chris,” he said nervously, “but you can call me boy.” “Hahaha finally found yer confidence huh boy? Good boy! How about the two of us head back to my place and see where the night takes us huh?” Chris smiled meekly, “I’d love that daddy!”

	Chris followed closely behind as Greg led the way to his apartment. They walked up a few flights of stairs before stopping at unit 13. “Kneel,” Greg commanded. Chris obeyed. “Strip!” Was his next command. Chris panicked, “what if someone sees me?” “Then they should count themselves lucky! I have a strict dress code for boys in my apartment, and it doesn’t include clothes. So take them off unless you want me to tan yer hide after boy. You wanna please yer daddy right?” Chris didn’t know why but he did desperately want to please the massive bear who towered above him even more now that he was on his knees. Every time the bear called him a good boy he felt waves of pleasure expand in his chest. It felt good and right and natural. Chris lifted his shirt and handed it to his new daddy, followed quickly by his shoes, socks and pants. “Those too boy,” Greg pointed at his underwear. Chris could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks. He pulled his underwear off, quickly lifting his feet to remove them before handing them over as well. Chris was fully nude, fully exposed. Kneeling in a hallway full of doors that could open at any minute. “Good boy!” His daddy exclaimed as he ruffled the fur on Chris’s head. Those two words were all it took to make it all worth it. Greg unlocked and opened the door and ushered Chris in. He tried to stand up only to receive a light slap on the face. “Bad boy!” Greg shouted, “dogs walk on all fours.” Chris’s cock throbbed with excitement quickly reaching full mast. He dropped down to all fours and entered the apartment. Greg quickly shut the door and placed Chris’s clothes in a cupboard that would have been out of reach even if the husky was standing fully upright. He opened another cupboard and took out a few things. “Here’s your new uniform, we’ll have to do something about that before we finish though,” Greg pointed at Chris’s throbbing erection. Greg held three items in his paws. A thick leather collar with D rings placed at regular intervals all around and a chrome bone shaped tag with the words “Daddy’s boy,” inscribed on it. A pair of leather paw mitts with a strap and ring on the wrists for padlocks. And finally a small metal chastity cage with the words “Property of Daddy Greg,” etched into the front of the solid metal tube. Chris was nervous, he’d seen cages in porn but never thought that he’d end up wearing one himself. “We’ll take care of the easy things first,” Greg chuckled, “now when I put this collar on you you become daddy’s pup and pups only communicate with barks and growls. One bark for yes, two for no and three is your safeword. Bark for me if you understand pup.” “Woof!” Chris let out an enthusiastic bark to affirm. “Good boy! I knew you were a smart one.” Greg grinned from ear to ear as he wrapped the cool leather around Chris’s neck and closed it. Chris heard the click of the padlock and knew it might be a while before he was allowed to talk again. “Mitts next pup, shake!” Chris lifted his paw and Greg slid the mitt on, fastened it tight and clicked a padlock on it, repeating the process once more with Chris’s other paw. “Now for the hard part, I think it’s best if we get you strapped down before we try this one. Let’s head to my bedroom next pup, follow me.” 

Chris followed behind his daddy on his hands and knees as he was led to the bedroom. When Chris entered the room he was amazed by walls lined with shelves holding every toy Chris had ever seen and several that he hadn’t. Dildoes, vibrators, paddles, floggers, masks, muzzles and harnesses everything a young pup like Chris could ever dream about. And in the corner of the room sat an imposing and heavy looking cage with a cushy padded floor. “Welcome to my den pup, now hop up on the bed and lay down spread eagle. Daddy’s gotta make sure his pup is nice and secure.” Chris climbed the bed and laid down as his daddy instructed him. Greg pulled some tethered restraints from under the bed and fastened each to one of Chris’s limbs. He pulled each taut so that Chris couldn’t move any of them even an inch. Then he gave each tether a tug to make sure his pup was secured to his satisfaction. Chris’s erection gave no sign dissipating anytime soon. “Alright pup now we can go about this one of two ways,” he said holding the cage in front of Chris’s face, “I’m going to explain and then I want you to bark once for the first way or twice for the second. Bark now if you understand.” “Woof!” “Good boy, now the first way is that I milk that tiny dick of yours until it’s incapable of getting hard anymore and then lock it up where it belongs. The second is that I go grab a bag of ice from the freezer and get you soft that way. Now which way do you prefer?” Chris thought this was a no brainer, “woof!” He barked exactly once. “So you want a milking eh pup? Too bad! The nice thing about pups is that they don’t get a choice. So I’m going to go get that bag of ice while you lay here thinking about how happy it makes me to tease and deny you while yer powerless to defy me.” “But that’s not fair!” Chris whined. “Course it’s not pup! That’s what makes it so much fun, and don’t think yer not gonna be catching a punishment for talking. If you don’t already know better you will by the time I’m done with ya!” Chris shut his mouth, wary of making his daddy any madder. Greg exited the room and returned shortly holding a bag of ice. Chris could see him pitching a massive tent in his own pants as he held the bag to Chris’s bits. “Shhhhh let it go pup. Erections are for daddy’s only. Look at how much bigger daddy’s is compared to your tiny little thing. That’s how you know yours is supposed to be locked up nice and tight. So you can learn to focus on the only dick between the two of us. Remember pup, daddies like me have big thick dicks for you to worship and serve and pups like you just have tiny little nubs that need to be strictly controlled so you can learn to be a better pup for me.” Chris whined as his erection slowly shrank away. Greg pulled his balls through the ring roughly and slipped the small tube over his pup’s now flaccid cock. Once the device was in place Greg slid the lock through the hole and quickly snapped it shut. “Good boy,” Greg stroked his pup’s locked nub gently as Chris’s erection strained against its tiny prison. “Mmmm straining already pup? Don’t forget you still earned yerself a punishment though. I’ll be lenient since it’s your first time. 10 ball slaps should do for this one but know that any further infractions will be met with much stricter punishment. Bark if you understand!” “Woof!” “Good boy!” 

Greg rubbed his pup’s head making sure to scritch behind his ear. SLAP! Chris jolted against his restraints as a sharp pain permeated his full balls. SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP! Chris instinctively pulled away from the pain but the restraints prevented any real movement. He’d never done any CBT before but his straining cage didn’t lie, he was enjoying this. SLAP SLAP SLAP. Chris groaned heavily, careful not to cry out and earn any more punishment. “Yer doing such a good job pup, daddy’s proud of you. Just two more to go.” SLAP SLAP! And just like that his first punishment was over. Greg started rubbing Chris’s tender balls. “Goooood boy, you took that so well pup. Did ya learn yer lesson?” “Woof!” “Good,” Greg growled, “then I think it’s about time ya took care of this don’t you?” Greg kicked his pants off in a swift motion revealing a pair of tighty whities with a giant soaking wet spot where Greg’s colossal erection tented against them. In another swift motion he took off his underwear and shirt unleashing his girthy monster for Chris to stare at. “Whaddya think boy?” Greg teased as he moved his underwear to Chris’s muzzle, holding the wet spot firmly against his nose. “Get a whiff of daddy.” Chris breathed the spunky musky scent deeply into his lungs letting it fill him up. His trapped cock was straining so hard he thought it might break out of its cage. Greg continued to hold the underwear to his face while stroking the cool metal cage. His own giant erection continuing to spill pre all over itself like a faucet. “Mmmm I think someone is having a good time huh pup?” Greg tapped the cage slowly and deliberately. Tap tap tap tap. Each tap sent a wave of pleasure surging through Chris’s whole body. He was so needy, so full of desire he would gladly have given anything to tear off his cage and stroke himself until he shot his load four feet into the air. Greg could see the lust in his pup’s eyes and knew it was time to make his move. “Want me to teach you how good pups cum boy?” “WOOF!” Chris had become the embodiment of need. “PLEASE! YES!” he screamed in his mind. “Alright pup first we need to get you prepped.” Greg grabbed a bottle of lube on the nearby stand. He popped the lid and then slathered it on his meaty fingers, applying a liberal amount to Chris’s exposed tail hole. He probed his pup’s ass drawing rings around his hole. Lightly grazing all over with his nails. Pop! He shoved his first finger in. Tight, and warm. The hole lightly sucked his finger as if inviting him in. He rotated his finger in big round circles. Chris whimpered, he was lost to lust. Unable to focus on anything but the overwhelming sensations in his ass and cage. Pop! Greg slid his second finger in. Pop! Then a third. Greg continued rotating his fingers inside his pup’s hole. Stretching him out slowly and carefully while filling him up with lube. “I think you’re about ready to take me boy, feeling good?” “Woof!” “Good boy, then I guess it’s time for me to claim my pup.” Greg grunted as he took his heavy dick in his paw and lined it up with his pup’s eager hole. “Alright pup if you start to get close to cumming you’d better bark for me, daddy’s not going to be happy if you cum without permission. Understand?” “Woof!” With his pup’s understanding Greg began to push his massive tool into his pup’s hole. Slowly and gradually he pushed his cock deeper giving his pup ample time to stretch and adjust as he slid himself further and further in. “Damn I got to the base in my first push. Had practice with big guys pup?” “Woof!” “Mmm that’s what I like to hear.” Greg slowly pulled himself out and then pushed himself back in. He repeated this over and over a little faster each time. Chris felt his daddy’s cock ram his prostate, each thrust rubbing it up and down and up and down. When he finally felt an orgasm to start to swell he let out a loud bark. “Woof!” “Gonna cum huh? You’re a natural but we don’t want you finishing too quickly.” Greg paused letting his cock rest inside his pup, enjoying the warm tight hole that he was all too eager to claim. After a few minutes he started up again faster and faster, harder and harder. He slammed himself into his pup over and over until his balls were slapping against his pup’s ass. “Woof!” Greg took another break, letting his pup cool off before continuing. Greg couldn’t control himself anymore. Lost in his lusty fever he rammed his pup like a piston. Chris couldn’t help but moan in rhythm. Pump pump pump. “Woof!” Greg knew he was close and didn’t want to stop again. He grabbed his pup’s balls with both hands and squeezed hard. Gripping on to them as fucked his pup with all the fury he could muster. Chris felt his orgasm slipping away as Greg strangled it out of his tender balls. Greg pulled out of his pup and roared as a flood of cum shot out of his dick spraying all over Chris’s face and belly. Greg stroked himself with vigor and pushed the rest of his cum all over Chris’s cage. Chris whined. “What’s wrong pup?” Greg asked in between heavy breaths, “I only said I would teach you how good boy’s cum. I never said I would actually let you. Besides, didn't I tell you how happy it makes me to tease and deny your little nub? And you made daddy very happy. I’m gonna let all that cum soak in your fur so anyone can tell who you belong to with just a whiff. Since tomorrow’s Saturday I was wondering if you were doing anything pup.” “Woof woof!” “No? Good. You got me all worn out and I’m ready to hit the bed. I’d love to keep you over and start yer training tomorrow. How’s that sound boy?” “Woof!” “Good boy! That’s what daddy likes to hear. Then let’s get you in yer cage for the night. If yer a good boy maybe I’ll let you cum tomorrow. Maybe.”