Freedom is Slavery

by Louis Friend

  “Yes, sir.”

  “And doesn’t that feel nice?” he added, his hand now rubbing my thigh. Breathless, I nodded my acknowledgement.

  His hand continued, going up my leg and pausing slightly as he discovered my erection in my pants. “That’s good,” he said. “I’ll be that person. I’ll protect you. I’ll help you. I’ll make you know it. All that I ask is that you trust me. Do you trust me, Louis?”

  His fingers were now stroking the head of my penis through my sheer dress pants. It was if he were tracking every vein and sending electricity straight from my penis to my brain.

  “Yes, sir,” I managed to say.

  “When we’re alone like this, I want you to call me Daddy. Understood?”

  “Yes, S—Daddy.”

  As soon as I said the words, his mouth was on mine and his tongue was exploring my mouth and his hand now squeezed my erection harder. Mr. Beechem kissed me long and hard, his free hand going through my hair and gripping it tightly. It was as if he grew to three times his normal size. I felt absolutely tiny in his hands.

  Leaning over me, he began pulling me down to the floor, laying me down on the plush rug that dominated the room. Laying next to me, Mr. Beechem quickly had my belt undone and was pushing my pants down before he moved his hands up to unbutton my shirt. His strong fingers found my nipples and he began touching one and then the other. The sensation was unbelievable. I felt like I was melting beneath him. This only intensified as he moved his mouth from mine and to my neck. His biting and sucking caused me to moan aloud and this seemed to spur him on even more.

  Breaking for a second he said, “Tell Daddy that you like it.”

  “Like it? Oh, Daddy, I love it… it feels so good.”

  He bit down on my neck, the way a wild animal shows another that it could rip out the weaker beast’s throat at any time. I surrendered to him completely. I was his. I was giving myself to him and he was taking me. As good as he was making me feel, I wanted to make him feel good, too. I reached out for him, trying to find where his penis could be in his pants.

  “Shhh, shh,” he said, putting my hands at my side. “Don’t worry, Daddy will show you his cock when you’re ready. Just be a good boy and let Daddy do what needs to be done.” Mr. Beechem was practically on top of me now as he put his tongue into my mouth once again.

  I don’t know what possessed me, but I began sucking on his tongue. He could feel my suction and began drawing his tongue in and out of my mouth, as if he was making love to it. His fingers wrapped around my bare erection and he began stroking me in time with his tongue.

  “That’s a very talented mouth you have,” he said, looking down at me. “That’s good. That’s something Daddy’s going to enjoy. But, there’s something Daddy needs to take care of first.”

  Getting between my legs, he pushed them up until they were high in the air. I grabbed the back of my thighs to help keep them up, not sure what was going on. Mr. Beechem undid his pants and freed his penis from his pants. As small as I felt before, I felt even more so now. This was a man’s penis I was seeing. It looked thick and veiny, the head was practically purple and the tip dripped clear liquid from it. Mr. Beechem spread this liquid around the head, adding a bit of his own saliva to the mix. I didn’t know what was coming next until he put the now-slick head level with my asshole.

  “Tell Daddy who you belong to,” he said.

  I couldn’t lie. I knew the truth about this just as I now knew that he was about to fuck me. “I’m yours, Daddy. I belong to you.”

  As I said the final word, he moved his hips and pushed the head of his cock inside of me. I gasped and felt suddenly full in my behind.

  “Who owns you?” he asked.

  “You do, Daddy. You own me.” He pushed deeper into me. It felt like he was going to tear me apart with his manhood.

  “Tell me what you need, little boy.”

  “I need you, Daddy. I need you to fuck me. I need to serve you.” Where these words were coming from? I didn’t know but they kept coming as he kept pushing deeper inside of me. “I need to be yours, to please you, to make you proud of me. I want to be the perfect boy for you. I want to do whatever you want me to do. I will be good for you, Daddy. I am yours.”

  He was now completely inside of me. I was completely invaded. I was completely his. He began rocking back and forth, going in and out of me with a steady rhythm. I could see the sweat on his brow and the concentration on his face. I could feel the warm, sweaty hair of his belly as it rubbed against my erection beneath him. His breathing became hard and his thrusts more intense as I felt his balls slapping against my bottom. It felt as if his erection was getting even bigger now inside of me, growing with each breath. Bigger, and bigger, until there came an incredible sensation inside of me as Mr. Beechem orgasmed. I could feel the semen pushing deep inside of me and going around his penis until it came dripping out of my bottom. He continued to fuck me until his orgasm subsided.

  Lying down next to me, spent, Mr. Beechem pulled me close to him, holding me in his arms. I felt safe there. He stroked my hair and I felt like I belonged there with him, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, which I had found where I needed to be.

  Mr. Beechem put my mouth onto his nipples and allowed me to feel them get hard under my tongue. It wasn’t long until I could see that his penis was stirring again.

  “Now, show me how well you can use that mouth,” he said.

  I didn’t hesitate to take his erection into my mouth as deeply as I could. I choked myself a little in my vigor but soon got used to his girth and could take a good deal of it into my mouth for a few seconds at a time. My hand could barely wrap around the base of his penis completely.

  I began stroking him and felt him get even bigger in my mouth. I worked my tongue around the head of his penis, swirling and sucking as best I could. My other hand cupped his heavy balls and he moaned softly as I began pumping my head up and down on him.

  I could feel his balls tightening and tried to prepare myself for his orgasm. Even though he had just cum inside of me, his second orgasm seemed no less large as he flooded my mouth, giving me my first taste of semen. I swallowed it down hungrily, loving the sensation of him filling me up and loving that I knew this wouldn’t be the last time. I kept sucking, as if I couldn’t wait for the next time he would fill me up.

  Eventually, he pulled me away from his cock and back up into the crook of his arm. “That’s a good boy,” he cooed, kissing me deeply. “We’re going to be good for one another, I can tell.”

  From that day, I gained a mentor and counselor but best of all, I gained a Daddy, one who would use me from then on.

  My Daddy and Me

  Daddy told me that we were going to have some very special fun this weekend.

  On Friday night we took a long drive when he got home from work. He drove quite a while before we stopped at a little windowless building next to a factory. When we got out of the car I could hear loud music coming through the walls of the place. As Daddy opened the door, escorting me in, the music hit me in the face. That was followed quickly by a billow of cigarette smoke and a roar of voices. Inside was a crowd of men, mostly older than Daddy, watching girls who walked down a runway and spun around poles. All of the girls were naked!

  Daddy found us an empty table near the back of the place. The waitresses were beautiful. Daddy got me a “special drink” and one for himself. I was watching him while he watched the girls dance on stage. It was like I wasn’t even there. I thought he had forgotten about me until he looked over and smiled, sipping his drink. He reached over and took my hand in his. He rubbed his thumb against the back of my hand and

  I blushed. I love how gentle he can be with me.

  He pulled me closer to him and put my hand on his jeans. I could feel the hard lump of his cock under my palm; so warm and so hard. Instinctively I started rubbing him. He kept his eyes locked on the pretty girl shaking her butt on stage and I felt him get harder under my fing
ers. When the waitress came by to ask if we needed refills she took an extra hard look at us and smiled.

  “Is this your son?” she asked over the noise. Daddy nodded and the waitress smiled at us and winked.

  When she left Daddy reached down and undid his fly and slid down his zipper. He fished his cock out and I gasped at the sight of it. I was always so happy to see Daddy so hard. His cock brings me so much pleasure and I try to treat it right. I licked the palm of my hand before putting it back under the table and grasping him gently. I felt his body shift as I slowly traced the length of his cock, feeling its breadth under my fingers. Oh, it felt so nice. So powerful.

  There we were, Daddy looking at the girls, me looking from him to the stage, feeling him grow, stroking him under the table, everyone else (except maybe that waitress) oblivious to the fact that I was making him feel so good.

  I kept my hand moving at a slow pace, wanting Daddy to enjoy it for a long time. I knew that if he wanted it faster he’d tell me. Daddy doesn’t let me second guess. He then scooted to the edge of his seat, spreading his legs wide. If I were between them, I’d have my mouth on his balls. As it was, I kept my arm moving faithfully until he put his hand over mine and stopped me. I frowned and pouted. If I had my way, I’d have Daddy’s cock all the time; in my hand, in my mouth, in my bottom, even just resting against me.

  I looked up and saw the possible reason why Daddy had stopped me. There was a very attractive young lady clad in a bra and G-string at our table now. It was the same girl he had been eyeing when we first sat down. She said something in Daddy’s ear that I couldn’t hear over the crowd. He nodded and slipped her some cash from his front pocket. He pulled his shirt over his exposed cock as she slid our table away from us a bit.

  As the next song started, she crawled up to Daddy and put her knees on either side of his waist. She pulled his head down between her breasts with one hand and pushed them upwards with the other. She bounced and gyrated in time with the music, feeling his cock under her. I was just inches from her in the booth, watching her and watching Daddy.

  She got up, her crotch in his face. She bent over and turned around, grabbing onto the table and bending in half so that her bottom was right in his face. He inhaled her cheap perfume deeply and licked his lips. I was at once turned on by Daddy having such a nice time but also envious of this girl. I could see the lust in his eyes. He rubbed his nose down the crack of her ass and I saw him reach down and grasp his cock quickly. She pushed back, encouraging him. I could see his tongue skirting around the G-string and licking her asshole. She turned to look at me and smiled before closing her eyes in ecstasy.

  The song ended but she kept on “dancing”, her asshole getting sloppy wet from Daddy’s tongue. I’ve felt what his tongue can do in my mouth and felt that stab of jealousy again.

  Daddy reached over and put his hand in my lap as he continued to tongue the girl. He found me as I should be; hard. My cock ring always assured him that I would be. He grasped my cock through my pants and squeezed me. His strong hand made me melt. He had one slut in front of him, one to his side. Daddy told me later that he felt like he was the meat in a “slut sandwich.”

  The girl’s knees started shaking. Soon it was her whole body vibrating. She shuddered for what seemed like forever. I could tell that she was cumming even without seeing the liquid on her thighs. Daddy eased his head back and she slowly got down off of the seat. She grabbed the table and, in one motion, pulled it back and sat down next to Daddy. Her legs were splayed and she leaned her head back to catch her breath, her long hair cascading over the back of the booth.

  Daddy kept his hand on my cock, squeezing. He leaned over and talked to the girl while he massaged me. She got up, still a bit shaky on her feet, and left us. Daddy put his cock away and zipped up his pants. He told me to finish my drink and I did so, obediently.

  Daddy got up from the table and I quickly followed him out of the club. Waiting for us by the door was the girl. She looked really different with clothes on. She was about five feet two and lucky if she tipped the scales at 100 pounds. She had long dirty blonde hair and a dreamy smile on her face. She had just lit a cigarette. Daddy took it out of her hand, threw it before him and put it out under his heel.

  “No smoking,” he said, his voice too loud from the club. He started walking and we fell behind; the girl and then me.

  When we got home—the girl riding up front the whole way, her head gently bobbing on Daddy’s cock—Daddy had me strip in front of the girl while we stood in the living room. I felt a little funny, taking my clothes off in front of a stranger, especially when she saw my hard cock and the cockring that said “Daddy’s Boy” written in silver letters around it.

  He told her to also remove her clothes. “All the way, this time.”

  We stood there, nervous and naked, while Daddy went to the kitchen to fix a drink. We just smiled at one another. She seemed confident for being at a stranger’s house completely naked next to another stranger.

  I heard the ice from Daddy’s drink before I saw him coming back into the room. He sat down on the couch and smiled broadly at the two of us. The girl shifted her weight from foot to foot, her only sign of being nervous. I felt that I should kneel as is custom when Daddy enters a room but didn’t do so as this was definitely an unusual situation.

  Daddy undid his jeans and unzipped his fly again. He pulled out his cock and started stroking it.

  I licked my lips, as did the girl. He smiled again and took another sip from his drink with his free hand. He put his drink down and then, palm open, fingers out, hand forward, lowered his arm. This was my sign to kneel.

  The girl looked from his hand to me and followed suit. He made another signal and I leaned down, my forehead touching the floor. She also did the same.

  “Boy, kneel up.” I did so. “Get behind her.”

  I crawled over behind the girl. Her bottom was open from her position and I saw her tight rosebud. The same one Daddy licked until she came not a half hour ago.

  “Fuck her,” he said. I crawled up to her and began to put my hard little cock inside of her pussy. “Fuck her ass,” he corrected.

  She gasped. I obeyed.

  I pushed into her tight asshole. It opened with the pressure from my hips. I could feel my cock being lubricated from the remains of Daddy’s saliva. I plunged too deep too fast and she screamed out in pain and fright. Daddy hushed her. She whimpered and I carried on, fucking her hard. I was punishing her for having her mouth on Daddy’s cock while I hadn’t done so all evening. I was punishing her for cumming from Daddy’s tongue. I fucked her harder and smacked her ass while I did.

  Daddy told me to stop and I did so immediately. I didn’t want to face his wrath. I pulled my cock out of the girl’s ass. Daddy tsked and lifted the girl’s face by her chin. He wiped her cheeks clean of tears.

  “I know,” he said, “it hurt. But it’s okay.” From behind him he produced a large strap on cock. He laid it next to her. “Put this on,” he growled.

  She stood, wiping her cheeks and sniffling. She put her legs through the two straps and tightened the strap around the waist. It looked like she had done this before. She had her back to me, my eyes level with her ass. Daddy reached out and stroked her rubber cock as I wish he would do to me.

  “Go on, dear,” he said. “Fuck him. Fuck him hard.”

  She went around me. She looked down at me and smiled maliciously. Once she was behind me I looked to Daddy pleadingly. He didn’t say anything. He just gave me the signal to lean down as she had been.

  I felt the pressure from the rubber cock against my asshole. There was no hesitation as she slammed herself into me, viciously. I cried out, unable to control myself as she plunged deep. I could feel myself spasming against her. Even though Daddy has taken me like this countless times, he gives me a moment to adjust to his girth. She gave me no moment. She didn’t let me catch my breath. She was now punishing me; getting me back, justifiably, for hurting her. It was my
turn to cry.

  As I gasped for breath between sobs I felt my face being pulled up by my chin. Daddy looked down at me, smiling. He was on the couch and I was close enough to smell his manly scent and feel the warmth from his flesh. He had shucked his clothes and his cock stood straight out. He held onto my head and took aim, pushing his cock into my mouth.

  Tasting him, feeling his hardness fill my mouth was almost as wonderful as the ass-fucking was awful. I closed my eyes and sucked on Daddy’s cock as thoroughly as I could while the girl pummelled my ass. Daddy must have given her the signal to slow it down a bit as she moved into a steady rhythm. I matched it with my head, bobbing up and down on Daddy’s cock. His hard, hot manhood was like a pacifier to me. I sucked it, my tongue lolling on the underside of his bulbous head, and I felt not a care in the world now. I was in heaven with Daddy in me.

  The girl pulled out and I heard the distant jingle as she stepped out of her strap-on. Daddy tapped me on the head as my signal to stop. He got up and sat back down on the couch and signalled to her and me to come near. We both crawled to him. He signalled that we should kneel on either side of him. He moved our heads together; one on either side of his cock. We began to lick and suck Daddy’s pole, our tongue meeting and twirling around him. I began sucking his balls as she took his head into her mouth.

  We both wrapped our lips around either side of his cock and began moving our heads up and down.

  Daddy began to moan and I knew that he was close. I felt his hand on the back of my head, holding me in place while my tongue swirled up and down under the head of his cock. I heard Daddy moan loudly and felt the warm torrent of cum begin to fall on the side of my face. I tasted a few drops of his nectar both directly from him and also on the tongue of the girl. I could feel Daddy’s cum pumping out of him under my tongue. Finally, he took his hand off of my head and pulled the girl and I apart. I looked at her, seeing the cum plastered on the side of her face and knowing that I must look much the same.