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Finding a New Daddy

By: NightGirl359



[Author's Note: I'm not sure about turning this into a series. Let me hear your feedback (thoughts or idea's welcome), and I will take it from there. Thanks again MasterofControl2003 for the excellent editing!] 




I knew his game from the first moment I saw him cruising the beach. I knew he was looking for a new Daddy and I was willing to fill that role for him, but I would make him beg me first. 

His body was that of a man's although his babyface made his age harder to determine. His dirty blonde hair fell across his face and I watched his eyes go crinkly with his smile. He was shaking out his towel, trying to catch anyone's attention. His chest and body was slim and lean with just the hint of muscle development under his tanned skin. His bright blue board shorts accentuated his slim build as they clung to his hips exposing a faint trail of hair from his navel -downward into the waistband.

He looked my way, his eyes widening in surprise as we made eye contact. I gave him an appraising look up and down his body letting him know of my interest. My eyes lingered on his crotch, just to make sure he got the point, before I turned and walked up to the bar.

I motioned to the bartender, Ted. Ted knew me and quickly made a drink for me. I had a boat at this dock and had spent the morning cleaning it as I prepared it to go out this afternoon. Ted has been a guest on my boat on a few occasions. Well, it helped that I owned the restaurant as well.

I am in my late 30's and had come down to the island after selling my business on the mainland and more or less retiring though I now own a few new businesses on the island and even do consulting from time to time. I am pretty average looking, though more fit than most guys my age from working on my boats. Now I was able to spend a large portion of my time relaxing and indulging my vices.

I watched the beach boy come in and look around the room. I turned my head away before he could see me but as I expected he came to sit by me just a moment later. He cleared his throat in nervousness.

Ted and I were having a conversation about the weather and where I might be boating today so I did not turn to the boy. I did, however, reach over and placed my hand on his leg at mid-thigh, causing him to jump slightly. I continued my conversation with Ted, occasionally moving my hand up and down in a caress, but nothing over the top. To his credit, the boy waited patiently if a little uncertainly.

I ended the conversation by telling Ted to give the boy whatever he wanted to drink. From the corner of my eyes, I saw the boy turn to look at me in question. I casually took a sip of my drink, still having not looked at him. He nervously cleared his throat and ordered a soda.

Once Ted walked away, I turned to face the boy who was staring at me curiously. "That's what you want, isn't it?" I asked. "Someone to take care of you?"

"Um, I guess. I mean, who doesn't want that?" he joked, trying to lighten the mood and perhaps to make his intentions less obvious.

"Do you work?" I demanded.

"Uh, no, I'm not working right now." He lowered his eyes for a moment in shame or at least to pretend shame. "I'm actually in kind of a bind right now."

I said to myself, 'Just as I thought.' He would see his opportunity and take it if I responded. Now he would give me his sob story about how his mom died and his girlfriend kicked him out and he got fired and now he had no money and nowhere to go... or something like that.

I was in no mood to listen to his tale, so I didn't take the bait and ask him the follow up question he hoped for. Instead, I changed the subject. Ted had just brought the boy's drink, so I asked him about the lunch specials. I ordered the catch of the day for myself and a burger for the boy. When I finished I turned back to the boy with my eyebrow raised, daring him to change the order.

He smiled tentatively, "Thanks." I could tell that he didn't know what to make of me.

"Don't thank me," I said. "I left my wallet at home. I'll have to put you to work to pay for the meal," I said with a straight face. It was all true, but he didn't need to know the particulars.

He studied me for a minute before laughing timidly, not sure if I was kidding. I smiled and he visibly relaxed. "How old are you?" I asked.

"24," was his response after a couple of beats.

"No, you're not. Why would you feel the need to lie to a total stranger?"

He didn't answer but ducked his head down. I lifted it with a hand under his chin and repeated my question, looking him right in the eyes. "I'm 19," he confessed. I studied him for a moment before releasing my grip on his chin. "What happened to your last Daddy?"

He looked at me with surprise, but I had decided I might as well be straightforward. I took another sip of my drink before turning back to face him.

He seemed unsure how to respond. I was glad he decided to be honest. "Um, his wife found out."

I chuckled, "Well, I'm not married, so that solves that."

I told Ted to call my cell phone when the food was ready. I stood then and, taking hold of the boy's hand, I stepped toward the door. Again, he had a questioning look on his face, but he didn't say anything as he followed me out the door, down the dock, and to my boat.

As we walked, still holding his hand with mine, I mused that neither of us knew the other's name, but I decided that didn't matter. I stepped onto the larger of my boats and helped him follow. I guided him down below into the air-conditioned cabin.

He was looking around appreciatively when I pulled him to my body and engulfed his mouth with my own. The kiss was rough and demanding and I was pleased how easily and willingly he gave up control. When I pulled back he gave a whimper. I pushed him away from me, a little roughly, and walked away. I turned on the stereo before sitting on the wide leather sofa.

"Alright," I explained, "This is your audition. Dance for me, show me what I'd be getting." I licked my lips, being both leering and demanding at the same time. He would submit to me; I knew he would.

Sure enough, after a short moment of thought, during which I think I heard his stomach growl in hunger, he began to sway with the music. I wasn't really into it that much but wanted an easy demonstration of his submission to me... and he did have an awfully nice body.

He had put his shirt on before coming into the bar. This he now lifted teasingly while stroking his hand across his tight, barely defined abs. He turned around, bending over slightly, displaying his well-shaped ass pressed tightly against his shorts. Eventually he turned again, this time removing his shirt and dropping it to the floor.

His hands rubbed his chest and abdomen, grazing over his nipples. He slid his thumb into the waistband of his shorts. He pushed the shorts down his hips very slowly finally stopping with just a tantalizing strip of pubic hair peaking out of the top. He twisted with the music more, teasing me.

I was starting to get into the dance now just as my phone rang. Recognizing the number, I answered, instructing Ted to put the food into the to-go boxes. I snapped the phone closed, having barely taken my eyes off the hard, writhing body in front of me. 

"Go get the food, then come straight back and finish your dance for me," I ordered.

He paused in his dance, "Um, OK, but I don't have any money."

"Your answer should be 'Yes Sir' and you won't need any money. Just go, quickly."

"Yes Sir," he responded before pulling his shorts back up and turning. During his absence I took the opportunity to adjust my growing hard on. It was a little uncomfortable the way it was situated and I was thinking that I didn't want him to see the effect he had on me.

I was standing at the wet bar pouring myself a drink when he returned. I motioned for him to put the food on the table then strolled to meet him in the center of the room again. I kissed him deeply, and he moaned as I pinched a nipple on his still bare chest. Although I enjoyed hearing his moans, the true intent of this kiss was merely to ensure he hadn't been eating without my permission. Satisfied that the taste in his mouth was all him, I returned to my seat on the couch.

I gestured to that he had the floor, indicating I wished him to resume his dance. A playful smile came across his face as his hips resumed their gyrations. He again tucked his thumbs under the waist band of his shorts but wanted to tease me some more before lowering them.

Feigning disinterest I pulled out my phone to call Angel, my live-in submissive. "Angel, I'm taking the boat out and there is someone new I'd want you to meet."

I ignored Angel's questions and watched as the beach boy turned in front of me, lowering his shorts, revealing his perfectly smooth ass. My mouth broke into a wide grin for a moment but I quickly recovered before the boy had a chance to see this effect. 

Angel repeated a question I had missed, regaining my attention. "No, we don't need anything. I'll order food for you. You have 15 minutes." I ended the call without waiting for his answer.

Angel would be hurt that I had another boy here but I liked keeping him on his toes. Angel was few years older than this boy but he was short and muscular rather than thin and lean. They would make an interesting pair for me to play with.

The boy turned now, slowly pulling his shorts down and eventually off, revealing a nice six inch cock and a pair of nearly hairless balls. For a moment my mind went blank and I forgot what I had been thinking about. Then, dialing Ted, I ordered food for Angel before I forgot what I was doing again.

When I finished the call, I tossed the phone to the side and beckoned the boy forward. He danced closer before straddling my lap. I enjoyed the feel of his knees on either side of me as he continued dancing in my lap. His hard cock was quite obvious as he tried to rub against me as often as possible. I reached out and rubbed my hands down his trim chest, caressing and tweaking his stiff nipples. I enjoyed the way he ground his crotch down into mine, my hard-on again growing painful in my pants. 

I wrapped a hand around his throat, firmly, but not cutting off his air supply. He stiffened slightly but still willingly submitted to my control. I breathed deeply, letting the feeling of my power and control wash over me. As much as I loved it, I was ready for the next step.

"Get down on your knees and suck my cock, you slut," I whispered into his ear before biting his neck. I didn't draw blood but I was quite firm none the less. I released him and he dutifully slid down to his knees while licking his lips in anticipation.

He reached for my fly, but I grabbed his wrists, stopping him. He looked up at me questioningly. "What do you want, boy?"

"I want to suck your cock, Sir," he responded easily. I had known he would adjust to a submissive position easily.

"Ask me nicely, whore." I released his hands and stood before him, rubbing my hard cock through the material of my pants.

"Please, Sir. Please let me suck you hard cock. Please let me taste you, Sir," he whispered.

I slowly unbuttoned my pants and unzipped my fly. His eyes followed my hand down and every movement of my fingers. My waiting cock sprang forth from my pants, ready to be pleasured. I slowly stroked it up and down a few times, "Open your mouth, you fucking slut."

He seemed to really get off on my degrading talk and eagerly opened his mouth while sticking his tongue out a little. I smacked his cheeks with my hard cock leaving a slimy trail of pre-come behind. My thick 8 inches was ready for him. I squeezed it tightly, milking a big drop of pre-come to the tip. "Lick it, slut. Show me how much you like the taste of my cock."

He eagerly leaned forward, tongue extended, moaning as he tasted my liquid. He lapped at my cock head, licking all around, exactly as commanded, before continuing down the shaft. "Now suck it, boy."

He slurped down my length, his lips caressing me, trying to get as much of my cock in his mouth as possible, but he was not able to swallow the whole thing. I decided to help him out. I grabbed his head with both of my hands and thrust deep into his mouth, feeling my prick hit the back of his throat as he gagged on my meat.

"Yeah, take it, you dirty whore," I encouraged him. Tears were leaking from his eyes, but he made no move to stop me. He held onto my hips as I thrust deeper into his throat. I moaned out loud, loving the power, "Oh, yeah, baby, take it."

He was slobbering all over my cock, his spittle dribbling down his chin and his tears flowing more freely. I thrust in deeply and held his face down on my crotch, blocking his breathing for about 10 seconds before releasing him. I did not let him all of the way off my cock, though, and thrust back in almost immediately.

I heard Angel gasp behind me as he walked in, and saw the boy. I wasn't surprised to see the hurt expression on his face. "Put the food on the table and get over here," I ordered, angry that he would think he could be possessive of me. He bowed his head and rushed to comply. He stripped his clothes as he crossed the room as he is not allowed to wear clothes indoors.

Angel knelt next to my beach boy with his head still bowed. Even with my cock still angrily banging in and out of the boy's mouth, he was still trying to glance at Angel. I briefly admired the sight of the two of them together, next to each other, before pushing the boy's face off of my cock.

I grabbed Angel's hair and lifted his face from its bowed position, and immediately thrust deeply into his gorgeous mouth. I watched the boy bend over, coughing and panting, relieved to be rid of the intrusion to his throat. My Angel moaned as I slid fully in and out of his throat. I stopped thrusting and let him lick and suck me at his own pace. I was dangerously close to coming but didn't want to do so yet.

Angel had an amazing mouth, with fully pouty lips that didn't quite fit with his thick muscular physique. In fact, his lips are what first drew me to him. But it took me nearly a month of teasing and torturing before he was willing to submit to me and I was able to claim that amazing mouth.

The boy seemed to have recovered and was watching my Angel work his magic, his eyes occasionally checking out Angel's erect cock. I walked backwards, my fist in Angel's hair and cock still in his throat, bringing him along for the ride. He shuffled forward on his knees until I sat back on the couch. I slumped down, ass almost off the seat and pulled Angel up to sit next to me without letting him release my cock.

"Come here and work on my balls, slut," I instructed the boy. I pushed Angel's head down firmly onto my cock, burying myself deep in his throat. I marveled at how calmly he accepted this abuse, tongue licking around the base while waiting for me to release him.

The slut came crawling over and went joyously took to licking and sucking my balls. Despite myself, this attention made me moan. I pulled Angel all the way off my cock, his hand quickly replacing his mouth. He looked at me with lustily, his bright blue eyes half lidded. I put one hand on the boy's head, encouraging him at his work, while the other brought Angel's face to my own for a kiss.

Angel's soft lips and amazing tongue, in addition to the boy's nibbling on my balls, had me in exquisite agony. I moaned, my hips thrusting forward in Angel's hand. I enjoyed his mouth briefly but again was getting close to coming and had to stop him.

I pushed him gently off the couch, and pointed to the boy at my feet, "Get his ass ready, Angel."

I could tell by the slump of his shoulders that Angel was not happy to be given this task but he knew better than to object. Since I keep my boat well stocked for all my needs, it was easy for Angel to grab a tube of lube before kneeling behind the boy. 

I pulled the boy off of my balls, wanting to watch his face as Angel prepared him. Angel pushed his middle finger into the boy's asshole. Just as I imagined, the boy's face was euphoric, his fluttering eyes closed as he let out a moan. "You like that, don't you, slut?"

"Oh, yes Sir!" he moaned, opening his eyes to look at me. I responded by shoving him back down on my cock. He continued to moan as he sucked on my cock. I love the feel of moans vibrating around my cock, and wasn't disappointed as Angel continued stretching his hole, adding a second and third finger.

I enjoyed the view for as long as I could take it, burying my cock deep in the slut's throat, choking him, before pulling him off and standing up. "Stand up," I directed him, "and lean your body over the couch." He did as I instructed, "Now tell me what you want, you fucking whore."

"Please, Sir, I want you to fuck me, Sir!"

I smacked my hand across his ass a few times, not verbally responding. I stood Angel up and wrapped his lubed hand around my hard cock. Angel pumped gently, sensing how close I was. I took the lube from him, squeezing some out, and began to stroke his fat cock with it. 

Angel has a short cock, but it is so fat it has to be at least five inches around. While I am circumcised, he is not, and I never tire of playing with his soft brown foreskin. I stroked him now, squeezing his cock past his comfort level but not quite to the point of pain.

When I was satisfied with his hand job I stopped him and pointed to the boy. As he turned from me I slid one greased finger into Angel's ass hole. "I know my Angel is nice and clean for me. I don't like fucking dirty little sluts."

With that, Angel pointed his now fully lubricated cock at the boy's ass and began to thrust into the boy, forcing a whimper from him. I continued to finger Angel as he plunged deeper into the boy. When his cock was buried all the way I roughly bent him over the boy and shoved most of my cock into him in one deep thrust. 

Within moments, the three of us had established a nice rhythm, Angel rocking between the boy and myself. We were moaning and groaning, my only regret was not being able to watch the boy's face as he made his incredible noises. I leaned over and bit my Angel on the neck, finding that tender spot I love so much. He moaned out loud, sending shivers down my spine.

"Are you ready to come, slut?"

"Yes Sir, please, I NEED to come, Sir!" he answered me breathlessly.

"Stroke his cock Angel," I kissed the neck in front of me. "You may come when he does."

I watched Angel's arm move from the boy's hip to reach around the front. In almost no time at all, the boy was crying out and Angel increased his thrusting. When I felt Angel's ass gripping my shaft with his orgasm, I lost it, spewing my white-hot come into my Angel.

The three of us collapsed onto the floor in a tangled, sweaty, panting heap. I chuckled at the look on the boy's face; it was one of wonder and amazement. Angel sought my face and kissed me deeply, gently. 

I left the two of them laying there while I went to the bathroom to clean up. They were sitting on the floor when I emerged, now clothed. I addressed the boy, "If you enjoyed that and think you can take more, then you may join us for our trip this afternoon. If you're not interested, you have 30 seconds to take your food and get off my boat."

With that I stepped outside to begin casting-off the lines. I didn't wait for an answer. I knew he wasn't going anywhere. 

Finding a New Daddy Ch. 02



The rest of the day proved both interesting and entertaining. After I cast off the lines, the two boys came above deck, both in board shorts, to help me get underway. The beach boy obviously had some experience with boats, so the three of us worked in near silence. I enjoyed watching my Angel as he watched the new boy. I could almost hear his thoughts as various expressions crossed his face.

Would this boy prove to be an ally? Would he be a liability? Someone to be jealous of? Someone needing to be taken care of? He took frequent glances at the boy, but stopped after he realized I had caught him at it, blushing slightly as he averted his eyes.

We headed out to open sea. After adjusting our course and contacting the Coast Guard I was able to relax and enjoy the ride. Angel, always anticipating my desires, emerged from the cabin with a fresh drink for me as I sat back on one of the benches. He also placed our food on the table before me as he knelt down beside me and I declared, "Always such a good boy, aren't you, Angel?"

He smiled shyly, not meeting my eyes, quietly responding, "Thank you, Daddy."

The boy was lingering a few feet away, not sure what to do with himself. I look at him sternly, making him all the more uncomfortable. He was unable to maintain eye contact, and shifted nervously from foot to foot. I continued to stare him down, stopping only to rake my gaze over his willowy skater-boy frame yet again. 

He really was quite attractive. Despite the shaggy blonde hair on his head, the rest of his body was nearly hairless, aside from a pale treasure-trail leading southward from his navel into his waistband. He was thin, with very slight muscle development in his arms and shoulders, but no pecks to speak of and a smooth, flat stomach. Last I noticed his large hands and feet, which brought to mind the memory of his long, thin dick, now hidden away from view.

He cleared his throat, clearing my mind as well. I returned my gaze to his face and questioned, "Yes, what is it, boy?"

"Umm, I'm not sure what to call you," he paused before hastily adding, "Sir."

"Call me Daddy. Angel you will address as Sir," Angel perked up at this, glancing at me quickly before again bowing his head. I continued, "Welcome to the family, Willow." I had been debating over what to call this boy, and the name came out naturally. 

I motioned for him to come closer, and surprised him by pulling him down onto my lap. "Here's how this is going to work. You take care of me, and I will take care of you.  You will help Angel keep the house clean, cook for me, go where I tell you to go, do what I tell you to do. In return you will never want for anything. You will have a place to stay, food to eat, new clothes to wear, trips around the world.

"But make no mistake, if you are disrespectful, disloyal or displease me in any way, you will be punished. The severity will of course depend on the offense and my mood for the day. Angel will be your big brother, guiding you and likely enjoying his power over you," I paused to look at Angel, whose expression only confirmed my hunch. "If you can accept these terms, Willow, then I say again, welcome to the family."

He was still avoiding my gaze, clearly thinking things over.  I turned his chin, forcing him to face me, and gave him a brief kiss. "Make no mistake, I will use you well. But if you are a good boy, you will enjoy it."

"Umm, OK. I guess that sounds good," he mumbled, clearly not sure what to say.

"Thank you, Daddy," I prompted him.

He blushed and look down before repeating his line. 

"Good," I said. "Come, both of you, sit and eat."

They did as I requested and we enjoyed a nice meal. I dominated the conversation, detailing to Willow what was expected of him. I explained that Angel was required to spend one to two hours in the gym each day to maintain his weight and muscle mass. Willow I would expect to spend an hour each day, but to maintain his slim appearance and not put on additional weight.

I enjoyed looking at the juxtaposition between the two men. Willow was tall and lanky, Angel shorter and bulky. Willow pale and blonde, Angel's Puerto Rican blood gave him darker hair and skin. I intended to keep the two as separate entities... although the idea of them competing was also compelling... something to keep in mind for the future.

We sailed out for close to an hour before coming up on another smaller island. We anchored in the shallow bay and swam in to the beach.  I had no plans in mind for this afternoon, and our trip to the little island was just a way to kill time. 

Angel flopped down on the sand to soak up some of the sun's rays. I took Willow by the hand and lead him back into the water. I walked out until we were about waist deep before pulling his body against mine. I kissed him deeply, taking possession of his mouth. My hand on the back of his head kept him locked to me, while he wrapped a leg around my waist, forcing our crotches together. 

His hands grasped at my back, feeling along my spine. I could feel the stiff points of his nipples press against my chest while he sucked my tongue deeper into his mouth.  I twisted my hand into his blonde locks, pulling back and giving me access to his neck. I licked and nipped my way along his jaw and down from his ear, thrilling to his moans. 

I opened my eyes to look over his shoulder. Of course Angel was watching us. Raised up on his elbows, I could see the hard muscle in his abs contracting beautifully. His gaze held my own as I bit down on Willow's shoulder. Angel's hand came down to massage his crotch through his board shorts, trying to tease me as much as I was him. 

I was teasing myself as well, for I wasn't going to allow anyone release while we were on this island. I captured Willow's mouth again, possessing it one last time before releasing him so I could swim around a bit. He gave the most endearing whimper as I left him, but I didn't let him see my smile. 

When I returned to the beach, Willow was now laying next to Angel. There was an uncomfortable space between the two as they regarded each other wearily. They both had eyes only for me, though, as I climbed onto the beach. After the swim I just took I was quite tired and needing to warm up a bit.

I shucked my swim trunks before settling down in the sand between the two of them. I looked at Willow, noting he was still watching me, before turning my gaze to my Angel. He smiled at me before scooting closer for a kiss. This was not a sizzling smooch, but a slow, tender kiss, no doubt designed to make Willow realize the feelings that we shared.

My relationship with my Angel is complicated at best. I know he cared for me very much, and I love him... in my own way. Truthfully I enjoy taking care of him the way many people feel about their pets. That may sound cruel, but it's just what we had going on. I am closer to him than any other person, and think of him as my partner, it's just not something we have ever put into words or given a label to. Perhaps with another person in the mix I may be forced to re-assess the situation in the future.

I broke the kiss and turned to Willow, beckoning him closer with a twitch of my head. He scooted near enough to put his hand on my chest before leaning in for his kiss. Of course he tried to out-do my Angel, but I pulled him back with a fistful of his hair.

"Let's rest for a bit, boys," I sighed, closing my eyes. I had both men wrapped in my arms and pulled tightly to my body. I was already drifting off to sleep with the thought that they were going to give me some funky tan lines. 

When I awoke a short time later I knew I had found paradise. Laying naked on a deserted beach with my two boys still tucked against me was heaven. 

Willow, integrated fairly easily into our household. Angel of course remained weary and jealous... and I loved to play the one off of the other. 

I required Angel to spend 1-2 hours each day in the gym to work on building and maintaining his muscles. Willow now joined him, but for cardio only as I wanted to keep him lean and trim. I spent an hour a day myself, split between cardio and weights. After all, I had to be able to keep up with my boys!

Both men were expected to shave their body hair, which I easily monitored as neither could wear clothing when in doors. I had already had Angel's nipples pierced as well as having several piercings through his scrotum as ornamentation. Soon after joining us Willow submitted to having his nipples pierced and receiving a Prince Albert, a hoop piercing that passed down his piss-slit and out just below the ridge of the crown. 

Angel had several tattoos, including a tribal arm-band as well as bearing my own mark on the back of his neck, but Willow wouldn't receive this until I was sure I would keep him around. 

Willow remained in awe of our easy life-style, leading me to believe he came from an even more humble background than he would ever admit to. And I do enjoy spoiling my boys. Aside from my bar on the dock, I also owned a club in town and a nicer restaurant at a resort on the island. I had a nice home as well, with several cars and boats. 

Additionally, I still traveled on occasional consulting trips, as well as my own world travels. I owned a working ranch in the states, condos in New York, Zurich and Tokyo, as well as a yacht that is docked in Sydney. 

It was on once such consulting trip to New York that I lucked into box seats for a show I had been wanting to see. I took my boys to have new suits made. We would be going out for dinner and drinks with friends after the show and I wanted them dressed to impress. 

When the night of the show came I had to pause and admire the way my boys looked in their suits, seriously considering skipping the show so I could keep them all to myself . 

Angel had bulky muscles stretching the fabric of his shirt taught, neck filling the collar of his shirt, yet tapering down to a trim waistline that just screamed 'touch me'. Willow, on the other hand, was so slim his shirt hung loosely, yet artfully, on his long torso before tucking in to his low-riding pants held in place by a narrow belt. Angel's dark complexion was enhanced by a deep red shirt, while Willow's paler look was exaggerated by a dark charcoal suit with matching shirt. Willow had also put some gel in his hair, giving it the intentionally tussled look. He knows I dislike the gel, but I had to admit he did look good. One of them, and I'm not sure which one, had a rich, spiced cologne that permeated the air without being overwhelming. 

Suffice it to say, they looked good enough to eat, and I was more than hungry for them. I gave each of my boys a deep, appreciative kiss before stepping into the waiting Towncar, only a few minutes late. 

I had purchased box seats, and had invited some clients to join us for the show. I never hide the fact that I am gay, and most people that I work with know about my lifestyle, but that doesn't mean I flaunt it or try to shove it in people's faces. As such, I expected my boys to behave themselves, though perhaps I should have been more emphatic on that point.

I knew my Angel didn't care for the theater as I do, but he also knows I like to show off my big muscled guy. I hadn't yet taken Willow out for a night like this, so I hoped he would at least behave himself.  That was not to be the case.

It started out with him trying to distract me/ get my attention, with his hand on my thigh, squeezing and stroking, working his way up my leg. The first time this happened, I simply removed his hand, not seeing it for what it was. The second time, however, I realized what his ploy was and so exaggeratedly removed his hand, placing it in his lap, before giving him a hard, bruise-inducing pinch on the side of his neck. He winced and got the message, and I hoped that no one else in the box had noticed.

Things were calm for the next 15 minutes, and I let my mind refocus on the show. The next thing that caught my attention was not Willow, but one of my customers, who had turned to look over her shoulder with annoyance written plainly on her face. I turned to look at what was bothering her, and was embarrassed to see it was Willow and my Angel, making out like a couple of horny teenagers. 

I stood abruptly, gaining their attention, grabbed each of them by their upper arm and pushed them forcefully ahead of me and out the door, sending whispered apologies over my shoulder to the customers still seated in the box. The show was not yet to intermission, so the lobby was deserted as we made our way to the front of the house. I was almost too upset to speak, and didn't want to lose my temper here.

I shoved them into the back of a waiting Towncar without saying a word, slamming the door. I climbed into the front seat, directing the driver back towards our place. We stopped at the convenience store on the corner before pulling up to our building. I paid the driver well and got out, opening the back door of the car, avoiding eye contact as my boys came spilling out. 

The doorman greeted us as usual, but didn't pursue casual conversation after a hard look from me. I again grabbed my boys by their upper arms and pushed them ahead of me into the building. They wisely kept their mouths shut on the elevator ride up. I let go of them to open the front door, and left them standing in the hallway as I swept through the apartment. I paused just long enough to pour myself a drink before stepping out onto the balcony.

I lit up a cigarette from the pack I just purchased, and took a large drink of the scotch. I discarded my coat and tie, rolling up the sleeves to my shirt. I was positively boiling with anger, and sucked furiously on my cigarette in an attempt to calm myself. I imagined steam rolling off my body I was so pissed. I drank the last of the scotch and lit a second cigarette. I debating getting a second glass, but knew I shouldn't, and instead began to focus on an appropriate punishment. Up to this point Willow had been a fairly good, respectable boy, and had not yet earned a serious punishment. He would learn.

I finished off the second cigarette and went back inside. Both of my boys were waiting, naked and kneeling, as I knew they would be. I gathered my thoughts for a moment before speaking. "I don't know if I have ever been as upset, disappointed, or embarrassed as I am right now." I spoke evenly and clearly, wanting them to understand where my anger was coming from. "I had been waiting to see this show for weeks, and was excited to show my two handsome boys off. Then you embarrass me like that, in front of clients, ruining the show?" I pause here, but can detect zero reaction from either of their bowed heads. "What do you have to say for yourselves?"

They remain unmoving and silent for close to twenty seconds, until Willow can no longer take it, and turns his head toward my Angel. Angel gives a barely discernable shake of his head. Willow lifts his head slightly but does not make eye contact with me before speaking. "I'm sorry Daddy, I didn't – " I cut him off back-handing him across the face.

"That's the problem right there!" I exclaim. "You were only concerned with yourself. You forgot that I always come first. Your only concern, your only duty, is to please ME, I will take care of everything else." I am silent again, waiting for more excuses to come, and am pleased when my statement is followed only by silence.  

I let the silence stretch out to an almost comical length, letting their brains slip into hyper-drive. I turn and walk toward our spare room, which had been outfitted as a 'play room', and snapped for them to follow me. They scrambled along on all fours, though I pay them no mind. Their collars and cuffs are laid out neatly on the table. I throw these at them and grunt out, "Put them on, quickly." Again they rushed to obey, but I turned to gather more equipment.

I pick up two clips, and am disappointed they aren't ready for me, though it had only been a few seconds. I prefer to use clips rather than locks, so they are as aware as I am that escape is possible, if they desired, yet they submit anyway. More head-games, I know, but the Dom in me loves the power.

Angel, having more experience with the restraints, was ready first. I clip his wrists together, then to the collar, before bending him over the table, face down and ass exposed. I repeat this with Willow, jerking him around a little more than strictly necessary. Tonight would truly test his resolve to stay and serve me.

I had already decided on how to begin this punishment, and pick up a large wooden paddle from where it hung on the wall. Long and flat, with holes drilled in for aerodynamics, it is similar to what you might see in a frat house or out-of-date boarding schools, except this one is covered with rubber to increase the sting.

I gave the boys no warning or time to prepare before launching into my attack. I swing hard, heavy and haphazardly, letting the blows land where they may. I do not count, merely swing-away, waiting for my anger to go down. Both asses are bright red and wiggling in no time, and I was working up a sweat myself.

I set the paddle down and slowly unbutton my shirt, watching the boys writhe in discomfort. I slip the shirt of my shoulders, untucking it from my pants and hang it on the door knob. I pick the paddle up again and resume my swatting. The boys are louder now, crying and groaning against closed lips, smart enough not to cry out or protest openly. 

I alternate between the two, but irregularly, as I love watching the first flinch when I switch. I vary the pace and location, until the backs of their thighs are as crimson as their asses. I will enjoy watching their attempts to sit over the next week as they slowly recover. Sweat is now dripping down my torso, and in conjunction with their sweat the musky, salty smell permeates the air around us. Perhaps 10 minutes has passed since we entered the room, and my anger has gone down a small notch, but has not left yet.

I pull my Angel up by his collar, turning him to face me before invading his mouth with my tongue. It is a demanding kiss, one that he willingly submits to. I unclip his hands and order him to get some rope. I pull Willow up by his collar as well, and laugh to see the tears streaming down his face.  His red eyes and nose make me want to shove my cock down his throat, wanting to hear him gag on me, though I rarely use sex for punishment. I instead spit a nice gob of mucus into his face, laughing more as he cringes, squeezing his eyes shut.

I unclip Willows hands now and turn him around, pulling his hands behind his back. I take the rope from Angel and bind Willows arms together, from his wrists till up above his elbow, pulling his shoulders back past their comfort. I loop the rope around his chest a few times, creating a harness, looping the excess through a hook in the ceiling. 

I next helped him to stand on a 6" high block of wood, the top of which had been covered with a copper plate. Angel had endured this for me in the past, but never Willow, and I was excited to hear his screams. I pointed to the electronic equipment on a near-by shelf and Angel retrieved it for me. I pulled the rope taught behind Willows back, pulling him up onto tip-toes, before securing it with a knot. The excess I passed through the hoop on one ankle cuff before again looping it through the ceiling. I pulled on the rope sharply, pulling his leg out to a 90 degree angle and throwing him quite off balance. I again knotted the rope, tucking the rest out of the way. 

Angel had brought for me wired clips, which I attach to Willow's nipple rings without ceremony, as well as an interesting device for his cock. I place a rubber cock ring around his cock and balls, forcing the blood to help maintain an erection he was too scared to keep on his own. I leaned down to suck the head of his cock briefly, just enough to help him along. I then took the wired cock ring from Angel, which was actually designed to fit just around the crown of his cock along with a ¾" spike that slips into his urethra. It was a tight fit with the Prince Albert piercing he was already sporting, but I managed to make it fit.




Finding a New Daddy Ch. 02



The wires from the nipple clips, the cock ring, and the copper plate beneath his foot were then all connected to a master control box. This was set to send randomly timed electric jolts of differing magnitudes and durations through each of the leads. But, being that I was in a cruel mood, I decided to give him a demonstration on maximum power to start the show off. I smiled evilly as Willow screamed out loud, twisting against the ropes and struggling to pull his foot of the now charged copper plate. Angel flashed me a look that was simultaneously hurt and disgusted before bowing his head. For whatever reason, that pissed me off more than anything else that had happened so far this night. 

I back-hand Angel, who falls to the floor with the unexpected blow. He was used to my streaks of cruelty but I rarely caused out-and-out physical harm. He looked up at me in shock, a small trickle of blood forming at the corner of his mouth. I set the electric shock box back to random and place it on the floor before turning back to my Angel.

He continued to look up at me with wide eyes, but said nothing. He watches calmly as I unbuckle my belt and pull it free from my pants. I crouch down, straddling his body, he leans back against the floor in accommodation. Looking into his wide, trusting eyes makes my blood boil. I quickly pull the collar from his neck and replace it with my belt. I pass the end of the belt through the buckle and pull tightly, staring into his eyes as I cut off his breath.

I had used breath control with him before, and he accepted it just the same as always, passively laying before me. This time his hands are un-bound, though he makes no move to stop me, not even the slightest flinch of fear or discomfort. This pissed me off even more. I am panting as I lean over him, waiting for a sign, anything before I could release him. He stares back at me, face deepening in color but betraying nothing. 

Finally, a single tear trickles down his face.

I released my hold on the belt, loosening it enough for him to take several deep breaths. Our eyes maintained contact as I waited for more of a reaction, pain, fear, anger, sadness, ANYTHING. Nothing came from him, and I my eyes cloud over with a red tint. 

I am seething in anger. Even Willow's outbursts had faded from my awareness as I stared down at my Angel. Without giving him time to fully recover I pulled the belt even tighter this time. I could taste my anger, it was such a palpable thing. This was the closest I had ever come to feeling murderous. How could he just lay there, I wondered. I truly could lay on him thus and strangle the life from him, and he would do nothing but look at me with acceptance.

Suddenly I realized, this was his gift for me. He was READY to give himself to me, to the death, if necessary, if it was what I wanted, what I needed. With a gasp I release my grip, sagging with my sudden dawning of understanding. Angel was MINE, fully, to do with whatever, because he CHOSE to give himself to me. Our eyes never left each others, but now his tear-filled eyes match my own. 

I remain straddling his chest for a moment, until his breathing returns to normal. "Once more," I whispered, but this time I was asking as much as telling. He gives me a slight nod, and I pull the belt again, this time celebrating my power and his submission together. I watch him as he remains passive until I could take it no longer. I lean over and capture his lower lip between my teeth, sucking it into my mouth, licking its soft warmth before placing my lips fully against his. Now he responds, shifting beneath my and squeaking out a short moan.

I release the belt and bring both hands up to cup his face. I break the kiss, giving him a few short pecks before staring deeply into his eyes. I had never felt compelled to say it before, but speak without thinking this time. "I love you," I whispered, watching his eyes flash wide with surprise before smiling and lifting his head for another kiss.  

Suddenly a scream wrenches the air and we both turn to look at Willow, still twisting in agony. With a sigh I get up, my anger completely diminished, and turn the machine off. I nod to my Angel, who helps Willow down while I leave the room to pour myself another drink. I pick up a bottle of water as well before returning to the 'play room'. My boys are busy putting all of the equipment back in its proper place, just the way I like. 

When they finish, they turn to me, unsure of what I wanted. I hand the bottle of water to my Angel, who drinks gratefully. I pull Willow into my arms for a gentle kiss, wiping the tears from his face. "You did very well," I assure him, "I just hope it won't be necessary next time."

"No daddy," he responds, hugging himself to me.

I wanted to take my Angel and make sweet love to him, but my Willow needs me as well. I took both of my boys to my bed, where they diligently help me to undress and hung my suit. I lay back against the headboard and watched them move about, calmly and chastely, and came to my second realization for the night: I had been too easy on them the past few weeks. 

They behaved so well after a punishment such as tonight, I would just have to work harder to build this into our daily routine. Maybe not to the extremes we reached tonight, but at least a little something every day.

When they finish picking up the room they come to stand on either side of the bed, waiting for further instructions or an invitation to join me. I gaze fondly at my Angel before motioning for him to turn around. He knew what I wanted and presented his still red, and now bruising ass for me to feel and observe. His shivers as my fingers explore the still burning flesh, before I push him to turn again. I repeat the same with my Willow.

"Come and kneel at the foot of the bed," I instruct them. They comply quickly and quietly, looking to me for more directions. "Now, why don't you show me what you two were up to at the theater?" I ask with a smile.

"Yes Daddy," they smile back and answer in unison before reaching for each other. I slump a little lower, settling in for what promised to be a good show. 





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