Landlord Daddy Part 3

Author: dansplans86
Title: Landlord Daddy Part 3
Date: 12 December 2015

I decided that calm defiance would be the best response. Getting angry or upset would just make me lose control, and with my body shackled I’d lost enough of that already. I closed my mouth and stared at Alan as he walked into the room, locking the door behind him and pocketing the key. He smirked at me. I tried to stare him down, but he wouldn’t meet my eyes. Instead he was roving over my naked body, checking my restraints were firmly in place...

“You can’t do this to me.” My voice was hoarse.

“I’ve already done it to you,” was his answer. “And we’re only just getting started. Are you warm enough?”

I ignored the question. “Let me go. Now. Give me some clothes.”

He stepped close to me and casually took hold of my cock. I jumped at the sensation. He held it without moving. “Listen to me, son. I’ll decide when you leave. Your clothes are in storage, along with all your junk. All that’s still in this building are your computer and your ID, which are all I need to stop anyone from looking for you.”

Despite myself, I started to panic. “I’ve got money, I’ll pay anything you want. I need to go, seriously. I’m not gay, I’m not what you’re looking for. This is a huge mistake!”

Alan pursed his lips and let go of my cock. He turned away, hands on hips. My stomach lurched with hope. He was having second thoughts! I’d almost convinced him. He just needed...

I didn’t see where he produced the gag from, but he forced it into my mouth with ease, then buckled it at the back of my head. It smelled of leather, and felt like the material on my wrists. There was a loose fold inside my mouth, which my tongue tried to spit out. Then Alan fastened a tube to the front of the gag and started to pump a bag. The fold in my mouth started to expand, until my panicked moans were all the sound I could make. Then his hand returned to my cock.

“I don’t want your money. I don’t want your opinion. I don’t want whatever kind of intelligence you think you have. Your brain is the least interesting part of your body. I’m keeping your muscles. I’m keeping your cock. I’m keeping your holes.” Now he met my wide gaze. “You’ve got pretty eyes too. Especially when they’re all wide like a frightened rabbit.” He laughed and let go of my cock. He walked behind me. “I’m in control of your body now, boy. Your mind is just going to have to come for the ride.” I could barely process what he was telling me. He was dismissing my mind, my personality, my identity, out of hand, like a useless spare part! My muscles turned to water, and I slumped in the chains. As though waiting for this signal, Alan relaxed the link holding my arms in place, but I was in no position to fight as he simply locked my wrist cuffs together behind my back. I watched him, mute, while he dragged a strange, curved bench of padded leather and black steel towards me, positioning it in front of me. He bent me over it with firm but gentle hands, until my chin was resting on the end of the cushion, and my torso pressed into the curve of the padded leather seat. As he produced some black rope and began binding my body to the bench, he chatted to me like we were meeting for coffee.

“This is one of my favourite pieces of equipment. You’ll be seeing quite a bit of it. Other guys use it for fucking, but it can help with a lot more than that.” He began to lock my ankles to the base of the bench, one by one, before releasing them from the link I’d been chained to. “You see from the moment you got out of your car in your fancy clothes I was watching that tight little ass of yours. Followed you up the stairs if you remember, seeing it jiggle in my face, and I imagined how warm and wet it would feel when you got all sweaty. Started hatching my plan there and then. On the edge of retirement, then a boy just comes wandering into my house...” He paused to laugh, and then I felt him come alongside me. A soft, dark blindfold was pulled over my head, blacking out my vision completely. I heard him moving to another side of the room, rattling something. “Took all my self control you know, shaving that thing without tasting it. Didn’t even pop a finger in.” He came back to me and put a hand on my trembling back. He murmured close to my ear, “If I was ten years younger, you’d already be leaking with cum. Luckily, I’ve learned to savour things.” Then I felt him slide a pair of headphones on me. He must have secured them somehow because my limited shakes and nods couldn’t budge them. They were playing a wordless, hypnotic rhythm, with lots of bass, that completed my sensory deprivation. Suddenly, my skin became hyper-sensitive, waiting for his touch.

I felt his breath before anything else. Across my ass cheeks, a warm blast, before his face pressed against the crack, inhaling. Then his hands parted my cheeks, and he dug deeper. I could feel my hairlessness down there, which made his stubble chafe even more. Then his tongue lapped against my hole. I’d never felt anything like it. It probed, swept, flicked and teased, and I felt every tiny movement, I could almost see him doing it in my mind’s eye. His hands let go because his face had found what it was looking for, freeing them up to rove over the backs of my thighs, then leave altogether. Our only connection was his mouth on my most private spot. I could feel his jaws bunching, and his tongue started to push, gently at first, then more insistently. At first my body tensed up, but he was patient, and relentless. I lost all track of time, but soon my body was relaxing, I could feel my hole loosening, but more worryingly, I could feel my cock starting to swell, pressing into the bench. I was tortured. I kept waiting for him to get bored and leave me in darkness with that horrible music droning into my head, or to finally do what was eventually going to happen and fuck me in the ass. But these thoughts could only bubble at the surface of my mind for so long, before being swallowed up in the raw, physical pleasure of this ‘daddy’ rimming me expertly. My cock was pressing into my abs, but he must have known what was going on, because I felt Alan’s hand between my legs, fishing my cock out and angling it down, so it rested on the bench, pointing at the floor. My erection was an embarrassment, proof that on some level he was making me feel good. As though on cue, he wrapped one hand around it and kept up the ministrations with his tongue. The contact was too much. I resisted for a long time, but eventually, subconsciously, my hips began to push, desperate for some friction on my cock. He didn’t oblige me. Moaning pathetically, I started to push harder, faster, and still he ignored me, not even pausing in his technique. Eventually I was fucking his hand as best I could with the ropes binding my waist. He started to dig in deeper and deeper with his tongue, responding to me. I moaned louder, trying to get the slightest motion from his hand.

Then in an instant he pulled away from my ass and let go of my cock. After a minute or two, the headphones came off, and the blindfold. I moaned in what I recognised was disappointment, and immediately hated myself for it. A heavy finger tapped my forehead. “See? Switch this off, and the rest...” he slapped my ass, “...comes naturally.” A cloth rubbed my ass, leaving it tingling and cold, then I heard the door shut. I pulled for a while at the cuffs, then settled down. The gag was very uncomfortable. It was there until daddy came back I though. Then I froze... daddy? Don’t call him that! I growled at myself. Don’t give in to him. My chance would come. I just had to wait. And waiting was all I could do...




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