Landlord Daddy Part 6

Author: dansplans86
Title: Landlord Daddy Part 6
Date: 30 December 2015

When Alan came back, I shuffled onto my knees and watched him. I didn’t bother to speak. I had given up on convincing him to let me go. I either had to wait for rescue, or escape again. I knew that escape was going to be difficult, almost impossible, while he had me as secure as this. It sent shivers through my whole body imagining how long I would have to wait for my chance, and the things he could do to me in that time. My reflection kept staring back at me, reminding me of my transformation: bald, smooth, cuffed and collared. I didn’t recognise myself. I’d lost my erection, but my cock hadn’t shrunk fully – the cock ring must have been keeping some of the blood inside my cock, leaving it floppy but enlarged against my thighs. I felt it twitch at my attention – fuck, I was making myself hard! I covered it up with my mitts, reminding myself that I hadn’t jerked off since he captured me... was it 2 days or 3 days ago? I couldn’t even remember! Either way, I was getting hornier the longer I went without relief.

Alan glanced at me as he paused in tidying up all of the equipment from earlier. I dropped my gaze submissively, trying to avoid his attention. He returned to his work and I started watching him again. He had told me he was training me. So he wanted a tame pet, presumably. Perhaps he’d let me out if he thought he’d broken me. If I sucked his dick... No! That’s exactly what he wants, I thought to myself. But I couldn’t see any other plan of action. If I wanted to escape, I needed more freedom. To get more freedom I had to gain some trust. To gain that trust... I had to be a good boy. Alan finished tidying the room, then left, ignoring me completely, which annoyed me. I looked at myself in the mirror, kneeling in my cage. Alan wanted a good boy, a sex slave. I had to play the part.

I looked closely at myself. I thought about girls I’d seen on porn sites, models in saucy shoots. Turning profile in the mirror, I arched my back slightly, accentuating my flat stomach and pushing my ass out. I spread my knees further apart, dipping so my balls dangled inches from the floor. I practised a look that was somewhere in the region of smouldering but submissive. I tried to think slutty, to feel slutty. I started to rub my chest and my nipples with my hands, even with the thick mittens on. I rolled onto my back and spread my cheeks, although my eyes widened when I saw the change in my hole – it had really been stretched! Finally, I started to rub my dick. At first it was tricky, and I tried grinding it on the floor, but it was easier to sit back and trap it between my forearms. Soon I was fully erect and my balls were tight against their rubber noose. My face flushed but I couldn’t get any more relief. I couldn’t increase the stroke, or pick up speed. It was so frustrating!

At the moment, Alan walked back in. “Well,” he said as he walked up to the cage. “Someone is enjoying himself.” He pointed to the corner of the ceiling, to the camera mounted there. “Thanks for the little show, son.” I looked up at him, but I didn’t speak – he didn’t want me to speak. I couldn’t bring myself to smile at him. Instead, I just stared at his waist, letting him leer at my body. I was watching his waist as his hands came down and unbuckled his jeans, fished in his pants and pulled out his cock. It was semi-erect. It looked big – certainly longer and thicker than mine. He was uncut too, whereas I was circumcised. His foreskin was rolled back to reveal a pink, bulbous tip. His hands rolled across it but didn’t stroke it. Then he took a step forward, so his legs were pressed against my cage and his cock hung between the bars. I swallowed. He’d been watching the whole time – my plan was obviously working, but faster than I’d expected, and suddenly I was faced with the decision – suck dick and start to gain his trust, or refuse and suffer some new torment. I leaned forward, closing my eyes, and wrapped my lips around his thick cock.

I had a moment to register the slightly salty taste of it before I began to bob my head up and down the length, like I’d enjoyed receiving from girls in the past. I left my hands at my sides, uselessly wrapped in their leather mitts. Alan’s breathing was slow and steady, giving no hint of enjoyment or otherwise. I began to suck as I bobbed, feeling my cheeks curve in with the pressure. My breathing hissed from my nose as I’d learned earlier in the day. Then I heard him say, “Deeper.” I obeyed without thinking, sliding more of his cock past my lips. The blowjob took on a pattern.
“All the way down.” My head slid forward until it was pressed to the bars. I resisted the urge to gag as he hit the back of my throat.
“Use your tongue.” I slipped my tongue across his shaft, pressing, flicking, anything I could think of.
“Look at me.” I opened my eyes and looked up. He was looking down at me, and held my gaze. I kept staring at him, holding my head still while he started to fuck my mouth. He looked no different from when I’d shook his hand and walked into his flat, that same intensity, the short beard, the laughter lines at the corner of his eyes. I imagined what he was looking at, the bald scalp, eyebrows gone, wide eyes peering up, collar round the neck, impaled on his cock. Had he pictured this sight from the moment I drove up to meet him? How many young men had he done this too before? And where were they now? The last thought worried me, and I closed my eyes again, trying to make the sensation feel as good as possible for Daddy. I needed to keep Daddy happy. “Good boy.” I felt a rush of pleasure at his words. “Good boys swallow.” The warning was raspy, and I felt his cock twitch soon afterwards. Knowing what was coming didn’t make it much easier. He came in four bursts, each one coating my mouth and being gulped down as I kept my lips locked around him. “Clean it up,” he ordered, and I dutifully used my tongue to clear his cock of any mess. Then I knelt back down, not knowing where to look. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror. My face was red with exertion. And my cock was still rock hard.

Alan fumbled his cock back into his pants and walked out, returning in a few minutes with a bowl in each hand. As he placed them down, I recognised water in one, and something like a mixed salad in the other, finely chopped. “Sit with your back here,” he said, pointing at the closest cage wall. I did as instructed, and let him fit a blindfold on me. This felt quite secure – a leather piece with two large triangular pads for my eyes, and straps that fastened at the back of my head. Once I was blind, I heard him open the cage and slide the bowls in. “Show me your hole.” I froze at the command, but did as he said, kneeling and pushing my ass against the bars. He took hold of me and pushed something into my ass. I whimpered as I felt myself stretch, then my ass clenched around something small. A butt plug, I told myself with a calm that amazed some remote corner of my mind which was still screaming that this wasn’t right. I pushed that thought away – I was too distracted by the smell of the food. I tried picking the bowl up with my mitts, but couldn’t manage it. I settled on my hands and knees, bending my head down and eating out of the bowl like a dog. Each bite was delicious – carrot, pasta, croutons I think... I didn’t even hear Alan leave. I was however dimly aware that there was music playing, the same sound he’d put over my ears when he rimmed me. There must be speakers in here somewhere, I thought. Then I returned to patiently lapping at my water bowl without spilling a drop. As ever, thank you for the feedback, Private Messages and comments. Every word is kindly appreciated.