Landlord Daddy Part 5

Author: dansplans86
Title: Landlord Daddy Part 5
Date: 24 December 2015

I lost all track of time. I could only measure its passing in the way the pain moved through my body. The longer I sild up and down on the dildo, the more the pain in my ass settled into a dull ache across my pelvis. In response, the burning of my overworked arms began to take over my attention. I tried stretching them and flexing them but the bondage made it more painful. I curled and uncurled my fingers to keep some sensation going, but I could see them turning redder. My chest heaved with exertion, and sweat ran into my eyes. Eventually I sagged in the chains, the balls of my feet touching the base of the dildo-pole. My chin rested on my chest – I was done.

The door opened shortly after that. Alan slid the dildo out first, and I felt as though I was gaping down there. Then he stood on a crate and began to fasten a leather mitten to my wrist cuff. It hugged my fingers like a miniature boxing glove, and had clips to attach it to the wrist cuff. A twin was applied to my other hand, then he unchained me. I sagged to the ground, on my hands and knees. My arms burned with every movement, but it felt good to have them below my head again. I knelt on the ground with my head bowed for a couple of minutes, savouring the brief rest. Alan ran a hand over my bald scalp. “Good boy.” I looked up at him. The gag prevented me from saying anything, but my eyes pleaded with him. A smile spread over his face. “Ready to suck Daddy’s cock?” I whimpered, then bowed my head and shook it slightly. I couldn’t! But what would he do to me if I didn’t? Alan wasn’t put off. “Suck Daddy’s cock, and Daddy will feed you. You must be hungry.” My stomach clenched suddenly. I was starving. But I wasn’t going to suck dick for food! He couldn’t reduce me to that. Besides, I didn’t trust him. He might put drugs into the food. He might not even bring any once he’d had his wish! I shivered – my body needed food. How long could I last before it got too much? Something whispered to me that it was only a matter of time before I sucked his dick.

Alan ended the debate for me. He pulled some sort of shackles from the wall and lay it on the floor. I stared at it and spotted loops for my wrists and ankles immediately. I groaned, but didn’t have the strength to resist Alan as he dragged me towards it and locked me into a kneeling position, with steel loops around each cuff and my collar. At least I was kneeling, it felt relatively comfortable! Then I watched in the mirror as he moved behind me and picked up the dildo on the pole, unscrewing the pole from its base. He dragged a machine behind me and started to fasten the pole to it somehow. I started shaking – I had no idea what was about to happen.
“This,” Alan announced, “is a fucking machine. We’ve got to relax that pussy some more.” I felt tears well up in my eyes as he slathered more lube on my ass, holding my cheeks open for a second and inspecting his progress. “Loosening up nicely, boy. Still, best to be sure.” He positioned the dildo at my hole and started the machine. It was very slow, but relentlessly steady. Alan tweaked its movement until it was penetrating me fully on each thrust, each movement culminating in a grunt from me. Once he was satisfied, he came and squatted in front of my face. He started to unbuckle the gag. I desperately thought of what I could say, something effective or convincing. Should I threaten him? Bargain with him? Beg? Then the gag came away, and I moaned as the dildo slid into place in my ass. Alan grinned. “Oh yeah son, keep making those noises and you won’t need the gag. Daddy likes those little sounds better than any words you can think of.” I took a deep breath, steadying myself against the panic that his words were creating. This was all really happening, beyond my control. It felt surreal, like a dream, as though the best course of action was just to watch it play out. Then my eyes widened as he pulled an identical fucking machine into view, mounted with an identical dildo. Alan began to position it so the dildo was pointing at my face. “Pussy muscles at one end...” he said by way of explanation. “Gag reflex at the other end. Once you’ve lost that, I’ll feed you.” My mouth hung open as I tried to register his words. Finally, I managed to speak, although it came out as a soft whisper.
“What are you doing to me?”
He knelt beside me and ran a hand across my cheek and chin, so tender. “Training you, son.” Then he pushed the dildo closer, pushing it against my lips. I resisted, but he squeezed my jaw open and pushed until the first inch or so of the dildo was past my lips. I could glimpse the mirror in the corner of my vision, and saw the two machines, with me locked in the middle of them, naked and glistening. Then he switched the front machine on. The dildo was even slower than the one in my ass, but it slid into my mouth until it touched the soft tissue at the back of my throat. I gagged and coughed, but the rubber dick was already retreating, giving me a moment to breathe and recover. Then it slid forward again, hitting the exact same spot and producing the exact same reaction. Alan stroked the top of my head. “Breathe through your nose. Don’t panic,” he coached me. I did as he said, and still felt my gut clench at the next contact, but without the choking sensation. I kept this technique up, unable to do anything else except pass out. Meanwhile, the machine behind me kept fucking me slowly, and my deep breathing seemed to ease that sensation too. I began to adjust, though I could feel my face was bright red with the invasion of my mouth. Alan cheered me on like I was a dog learning a new trick. “Keep it up, good job, thaaaaat’s right, that’s right, deep breaths. Gooood...”

Soon I heard him shuffle behind me and suddenly the dildo in my ass began to get faster. The distraction made me gag as the one in my mouth hit home. I struggled to regain my concentration, but managed eventually. I could feel drool pouring from my open mouth and down my chin and tears were forming at the corners of my eyes, but the rest of my body was rigid. I moaned incoherently as I saw Alan adjusting the front machine, letting it pick up some speed. I risked a glance in the mirror and saw both poles pounding in and out of my body, roasting me like a lamb on a spit. I closed my eyes, focussing on my breathing and calming myself, refusing to panic and thrash. Alan muttered in my ear, “Hold still son, this won’t hurt.” I tensed immediately, as I felt him take hold of my balls. He fiddled with them for a moment then let go, but I felt a tightening around my sack. Then he took hold of my limp dick and pulled it through some sort of loop, and the same tightness formed at the base of my cock. I had a second to wonder what he’d put on me before his hand came back, slippery with oil, and began to stroke my cock. I got hard instantly, but I couldn’t even shift my attention long enough to feel ashamed. The dildos impaling me at both ends demanded my full concentration. Alan’s free hand suddenly rested on my back and pressed down slightly. I arched my back as he wanted, and immediately felt the dildo in my ass make contact with something inside of me. I flinched and coughed on the mouth-dildo, but Alan’s hand kept me in place, as the dildo in my ass hit its mark over and over. Meanwhile, Daddy’s hand kept stroking my cock, which was now fully erect and pulsing with my heartbeat. I started to moan around the dildo in my mouth, softly at first then building until it was a continuous, animal bleating. Then his hand let go. Both machines wound down then stopped. Alan slid them away from me. I slumped in my restraints, panting for breath. He unfastened these, and lifted me gently into his arms. I offered him no resistance, simply curling up and rubbing the drool from my chin with one forearm. He knelt in front of the cage and bundled me in. Then he closed the door and padlocked it. Before I even thought of speaking to him, he was gone. I looked at the padlock, then at the leather mitts on my hands, and gave up on getting out of the cage. My hands instinctively reached down and my mitts bumped against my hard cock. He’d placed a black rubber cock-ring around the base, with an extra noose for my balls. It didn’t feel uncomfortable. I shifted onto my side to take the pressure off my sore ass and resisted the temptation to try jerking off. I was no better than the slut Alan wanted if I did that. Waiting for the erection to go down, I closed my eyes and rested.