Daddy's

by Helen Goodman

  "Fucking beautiful!" Raquel cried, her eyes following each successive arc of semen as it sailed effortlessly up into the air in front of her.

  Bea and Eden were grinning from ear to ear, immensely satisfied that they had driven the boy to such extreme behavior.

  "I knew he had ton of sperm in there," the girl said to the crowd, pleased that her forecast had proven correct.

  Bea just kept looking on and smiling.

  Julia, too, was wearing a wide grin. The famous smile that had brought her such fame and fortune was now bestowed upon John and his exemplary performance with the utmost appreciation. She sat back in her chair and laughed each time another volley of spunk was fired into the air, commenting favorably on his incredible orgasm.

  But it was the gorgeous Christina who really drove John crazy. It wasn't anything she had said to him, but rather her casual and coy demeanor coupled with her perfect little spinner body that made his blood boil. And then of course there was Meg. She had seen John shoot off at the hotel and it had impressed her greatly. But this display of seminal acrobatics was even more spectacular, causing her to hurl every sexual innuendo in the book at him during the entire time he was ejaculating. He had never heard, nor did he expect to hear, such vulgarity from any woman, let alone the blonde beauty who presented such an unassuming persona to the world. But her sexual insults only heightened his desire to impress her even more, and he did so for at least one full minute—that was how long his orgasm lasted before he fell down on his knees utterly spent.

  "Now that was a hit!" Bea beamed. "No out of town tryouts! Straight to Broadway!"

  Everyone agreed.

  For the next month John would be trained by Bea and Eden to do some of the most outrageous things—usually before an audience of entire strangers. Sometimes Patricia attended, but mostly she left matters in Bea's capable hands. It was all part of her plan to get him into line for the big event she had been planning: an event in which John would be the featured player, and which would also teach him a valuable lesson.

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  When famous stars threw parties they had to be circumspect in their choice of venue. And Patricia Heaton was no different in this regard, especially since all of her affairs were highly prurient in nature, involving all kinds of kinky sex and male subjugation. With her husband and four sons off visiting relatives in Ireland for the next two weeks, she had plenty of time to make arrangements for the "punishment party"—as she liked to call it—for her wayward employee, John Weston. On Bea's advice she finally agreed that the best place to hold her party would be at the Barrymore house in Beverly Hills, which once belonged to John and Ethel Barrymore but was now an historic landmark rented out only to the rich and famous for their private use.

  All during the time of John's month-long training sessions with Bea and Eden, Patricia had put together a list of all those Hollywood actresses who, like her, were professional dominatrices or were aspiring to be one. The list had started with over one hundred potential guests, but it was narrowed down to just under fifty by the time these stars' other commitments had made attendance impossible. After thinking about it for awhile, Patricia decided it might be best to start off with a smaller group, and if this party were a success then she would arrange for a more lavish production in the future. In addition to John, there would be a few other male subs to attend to the needs of her guests in whatever fashion they determined.

  The final guest list was drawn up in due time and an impressive list it was. There were twenty women in all and they ran the gamut of age, experience, and level of fame, with some of the lesser known luminaries making their first sojourn into the world BDSM and kinky female domination. As she read off the list of names, Patricia smiled to herself, knowing that John would undergo a level of punishment he could have never imagined. Meg Ryan and Marisa Tomei topped off the list followed by Bea Arthur, Eden Sher, Raquel Welch, Christina Ricci, Julia Roberts, Rene Russo, Diane Lane, Sandra Bullock, Alyssa Milano, Kaley Cuoco, Hayden Panettiere, Kate Beckinsale, Kim Cattrall, Lindsay Lohan, Susan Sarandon, Lucy Lawless, Mira Sorvino, and last but certainly not least, Monica Bellucci.

  Patricia chuckled at the thought that the greater portion of humanity was totally incognizant as to the true nature of her celebrity friends; that underneath the vanilla coating of social civility imposed upon them by a hypocritical and graceless culture, there lurked the souls of dominant and powerful females who truly enjoyed using men as their playthings—and she was one of them! If the world only knew, she mused.

  A few weeks before the party, Patricia made arrangements to rent the Barrymore house for the weekend. It was a wonderfully preserved remnant of Victorian elegance from a time long past, and as soon as she walked through the front door she knew that it would suit the refined sensibilities of her guests perfectly. Marisa had accompanied her on her visit and the brunette beauty had been equally enthralled with the antiquarian structure. With all the guests now confirmed attendees and John having been taken well in hand by Bea, all Patricia had to do was sit back and relax.

  The party started at 10:00 p.m., and most of the guests arrived on time or even earlier. Without exception, every woman had brought with her the infamous black and/or red leather dominatrix uniform, which was the mark of her trade. Once they arrived they changed into these outfits and settled down to drink and make conversation with friends. By 10:30 p.m. everyone had arrived. Some of the women brought their subs along to serve the guests drinks and hors d'oeuvres and to provide other ancillary services as required. There were six men in total, and all of them performed their functions completely naked. John had arrived with Bea and Eden, and as soon as he walked into the house Patricia greeted him and ordered him to remove all his clothing. At first he objected, but when he saw the other six men in a similar state of undress, he shrugged and did as he was told.

  "Don't speak unless you're spoken to," Patty warned him. "And don't ask anybody any questions. Come to me or Bea if you have a problem; otherwise keep your mouth shut."

  "What do you want me to do?" he asked her as he stripped off his clothing.

  "I want you to go and see that tall blonde gentleman standing by the bar and he'll give you instructions. That's all you need to know for now."

  As soon as he had removed his clothes Bea took them in her hands and walked off with Eden and Patricia toward the parlor. Already the women were starting to get rowdy and the night hadn't even begun. About ten minutes later John saw Bea re-enter the bar area where he was stationed, wearing her intimidating red leather dominatrix outfit, and it surprised him that she looked quite attractive in it. Eden had also put on a similar-looking uniform, but in her case it was all black and sported a plunging neckline. He had to admit that she looked quite beautiful and seductive.

  During the course of the evening he found out that the other six men's names were Stu, the one in charge of the subs, Edward, Jake, Bill, Timmy, and Alan. All the men were invariably tall, muscular, and handsome, and all of them were absolutely devoted to their mistresses. Though John himself was not a submissive man, nor remotely masochistic, he could understand how easy it would be to fall hopelessly in love with these Hollywood goddesses; divine beings that walked the earth for a brief space of time so that mortal man could benefit from their grace and beauty. He had felt as much toward Patricia herself, so he understood on an emotional level how these men could devote themselves body and soul to the object of their affection.

  "Here," Stu said to John as he placed a tray of drinks in his hands. "Take this over to mistress Rene. She gets the white wine spritzer and mistress Lucy gets the vodka martini."

  The first time John walked into the parlor he was amazed at how large it was. But beyond that, he was even more astounded by the sheer opulence of the Victorian-style furnishings, many of which were priceless antiques. Even the furniture seemed almost too pristine to sit on. However, the caretakers of the house insisted that every chair, sofa, table, and even the carpet be covered with a spe
cial type of sheer, non-porous plastic to protect the valuable items from being stained or damaged. It was a wise precaution since many of the women were already on their way to becoming fully inebriated.

  By the time midnight arrived, the drinks were no longer being served and the subs were ordered by Patricia to remain standing at one end of the room with John, who wondered what his beautiful boss was up to. He didn't have to wait long to find out.

  "My dear friends," Patricia said, raising her glass to them just as the clock struck midnight. "Welcome to Patty's Punishing Party!"

  The women raised their glasses to her in return and cheered wildly.

  "Love it! Love it!" Diane Lane shouted over the din. "Who are we punishing today, Patty?"

  "That little son of a bitch over there!" Patty replied, pointing directly at John.

  The young man was greeted by a chorus of boos and jeers but he remained as stolid as his naked companions.

  "Come over here, John," Patty commanded. "Come over here and let everyone see you."

  With great hesitation John slowly walked to where Patricia stood and held his head erect, not wanting to show any visible sign of weakness to her or the other lovely sadists.

  "He's fucking handsome Patty, I'll give you that," Susan Sarandon said as she stared at him lustfully. "I wonder how he got by me."

  "You can blame me, Sue," Bea said. "I did a friend a favor, so he never got on the auction block."

  "Pity. I could've used him the other day."

  She said this in such a blatantly sexual way that everyone started laughing.

  "You mean instead of your dildo?" Bea asked, half in jest.

  "Well, he's not for sale—or trade," Patty said, looking straight at Susan. "He's my boy and he's here tonight because he's undergone a period of training under Bea and tonight he is going to face his punishment. Isn't that right, John?"

  "Yes, Patty," he replied softly. "I mean, mistress Patricia."

  "Much better," Patty said, smiling.

  "What did this poor bloke do anyway?" Kate asked.

  "Tell them John," Patty ordered. "Tell them everything."

  John swallowed hard and tried not to look into the multitude of eyes staring intently at him.

  "During Ms. Heaton's book-signing event last month I lost control of myself and masturbated...all over her pictures."

  At first the women reacted with stunned silence, which was followed moments later by a giant outburst of collective laughter.

  The exuberance of the women's reaction caught John by surprise. He stood there looking like a helpless little lamb caught in a circle of wolves, expecting at any moment to be torn to pieces for his betrayal of his boss's trust. But his fears were allayed by the sheer absurdity of his offense. As the laughter died down he realized that the women were more amused than appalled.

  "Are you telling us," Lucy Lawless asked, "that you pulled out your sausage and started wanking in public?"

  "Not exactly in public," John replied. "I was alone in the conference room."

  "Yeah, but you had the door partially open!" Meg reminded him.

  John frowned. "I thought I had locked it."

  "Your mind was obviously on other things!" Mira Sorvino said, looking straight at his flaccid cock.

  "And we know what that means, don't we girls?" Raquel laughed maliciously.

  "Semen on the brain!" Marisa sang loudly. "Once again too much sperm causing a fatal error in judgment!"

  "He had to satisfy himself," Bea concluded. "And he chose to do it there at the hotel. A stupid thing to do but then sperm has no sense at all."

  This drew a laugh from Kaley Cuoco. "Well what are we going to do with him, Patty? Do you have something special in store for our vicious masturbator?"

  "Indeed I do have something special planned," Patricia replied. "But that's coming later. For now let's get these subs in motion. I need to get my motor running!"

  John had no idea what she meant by that last remark, but judging from the lewd response she got from the crowd he could only assume that it had some sexual connotation.

  "I want you to take this pill," Patty said to him. "It won't harm you. Trust me."

  "What is it?"

  "It's the reactive agent to the male fertility drug EJAX-472. Have you ever heard of it?"

  "Sure I have. Most guys would love to get their hands on it."

  "Well, for the past month Bea has been feeding you the precursor to the drug in your food. Once you take the pill your body will begin replicating sperm at or near the 1,000 percent level."

  "One thousand percent?" he asked incredulously. "Why are you doing this?"

  "Because it is part of your punishment, John. Now do as I say and swallow the pill."

  She handed him a glass of water and he obeyed. The pill went down effortlessly.

  "In about an hour you're going to be very, very horny," Patty said with a grin. "That's when the fun starts. Now go make yourself useful."

  John watched as she disappeared into the crowd, her ass moving in such a way as to make him wish his face had been buried underneath it.

  The crowd, many of whom were now drunk and randy, began to use the six naked men in various ways—all of which were meant to satisfy their various sexual appetites, which were many. The perversities John witnessed that evening dispelled forever the image of the naive ingenue, the noble and stalwart character actress, or even the cute and wholesome superstar who commanded stellar salaries and overwhelming public adoration that were both unquantifiable and, in the final analysis, unjustified in light of their clandestine and sordid natures. These were the faces of women he had seen in film and television for years, and he had come to form certain opinions about each of them—mostly positive—that now had to be completely revised in view of this newfound knowledge. In view of his recent sexual blunder, the depraved acts he was now witnessing made his randy prank look like an innocent foible.

  Within the course of the next few hours he and his naked companions were used and abused in sundry ways, such as being forced to lick and suck the women's feet and assholes, spit on, slapped, ridden like horses, whipped with thin leather straps, and in general treated like nothing more than human props for their amusement. In John's case, the final outrage he suffered was for his open mouth to be used as a urinal by a shitfaced Lindsay Lohan, who forced him to swallow a good portion of her steaming piss.

  After the women had had their fun in this way, Patty announced that it was time to get down to business.

  "My pussy is aching for some serious cock!" she told the crowd. "How about you girls?"

  "Well I don't know about anyone else," Rene said, "but I'm fucking horny as hell!"

  The women shrieked with laughter.

  Rene followed up this statement by taking Bill's huge schlong in her mouth and began sucking on it avidly as the others cheered her on. Soon everyone was engaged in some form of sex or another. John thought he was safe for the moment but he had caught Raquel's eye, and for him that meant no escape.

  "Get over here you bastard!" she said to him.

  The ageing yet still beautiful screen luminary was on her knees being fucked in the ass by Stu, his prick driving in and out of her rectum with gusto.

  "Yes, Ms. Welch?" he asked.

  "Get underneath me and suck my clit!" she ordered.

  John obediently got on his back and crawled under the woman. She had to raise her body up slightly so that he could get beyond her massive tits, whose nipples he took the opportunity to suck on as he fondled her natural, and still firm, breasts. He positioned his head directly under her hairy bush and ran his tongue up and down her moist slit. The wanton bitch reacted with joy when she felt John's hot breath on her snatch and reached out and grabbed his prick, now half erect, with both hands.

  "I want to see another one of those big cum shots you delivered at Bea's," she said to him with short, gasping breaths. "But wait until I get off first."

  Dutifully, he obeyed. He soon found her hand sk
ills so wonderfully inventive that it took all his stamina to keep from ejaculating. Moments later she came loud and hard with Stu's stiff prick buried deep within her.

  "Get out of me!" she told the sub. "I want to jerk this fucker off now."

  With Diane, Meg, and Lucy watching, Raquel sat down on John's chest and jerked him off with both hands.

  "Patty told me that you've got that EJAX shit inside you now," Raquel said. "Let's see if she's right."

  The more she tugged on his cock the bigger it grew, as did his scrotum. In fact, John cried out in alarm when he saw the tremendous increase in both the length and girth of his penis due to the influence of the drug. His actions alerted many of the other guests, most of who were already engaged in some form of sexual games with the other subs. But when they saw his ten-inch penis suddenly expand another three inches they howled with delight and wonder.

  "What's happening to me?" John exclaimed, as Raquel mercilessly masturbated him.

  "It's the EJAX drug doing its thing, John," Patty said, appearing suddenly through the leering crowd. "Just relax. It's only temporary."

  "I feel as if my balls are going to explode!"

  "Oh, they will baby!" Raquel laughed. "They will, my handsome little man!"

  Within seconds the entire group of twenty women had surrounded him and Raquel. No one, it seemed, wanted to miss his first experience with the EJAX drug, and certainly not with Raquel at the helm.

  "Oh, shit! Fuck!" he screamed suddenly, totally unprepared for the overwhelming feeling of lust that now swept through his lower body.

  A huge jet of thick, white cream shot out of his cock and flew high up into the air, splashing into the chandelier fifteen feet about his head. Another slick salvo followed quickly and sailed out over the heads of Bea and Eden to land twenty feet away in a pot of ferns. With each upward pull of her hands Raquel coaxed out yet another monstrous load of boy cream, her face lighting up each time another volley was fired.