A Chance Taken

We drove for what felt like hours.  I’m sure it was much less but bound like a board and zipped inside a duffel bag, not many seconds go by unnoticed.  Eventually I felt the car slow down and come to a stop.  The driver side door opened and slammed shut.  Footsteps approached and the trunk opened, letting streetlamp light filter in through the duffel’s zipper.  I felt the bag lift out of the trunk, with not so much as a grunt from Daddy.  The trunk slammed shut and I was carried towards… somewhere.  A house? An apartment building?  I’m not sure.  I was carried for longer than I expected before finally hearing a key inserted and a door opening.  The thought of Daddy just casually carrying me from the car to his home as if I weren’t what was packed into his duffel bag was so erotic to me.  He brought me to his home like I were a toy for him to play with.  Like I was a piece of workout equipment.  The situation being so far out of my control was thrilling.

As I was thinking all of this, we continued up a flight of stairs.  I heard yet another key enter a lock and the swinging open of a door.  We must be in his apartment.  Daddy’s giant boots fell softly on the floor, but the resulting echoes led me to believe his apartment was both massive and empty.  I was tossed onto something plush.  Startled, I waited for Daddy’s next move.  Surprisingly, it didn’t come.  At least not right away.  I heard Daddy shuffling around me.  I heard a faucet turn on, and the sounds of washing hands.  I heard lights being clicked on and the sounds of shades being drawn.  Then a loud sigh followed by a TV or radio being turned on.  What is he doing?  I thought.  I was starting to question this night of fun Daddy had mentioned.  Then I heard him approach the bag… or me.  He zipped it open and my eyes took a minute to adjust.  When my vision cleared, I was staring at a shirtless, pantless Daddy.  He stood there with his muscled arms on his hips, staring down at me over his giant chest.  All he wore was a pair of checkered boxer shorts.  From my low angle, I could see something quite large with a bit of weight pushing up against the front fabric of his boxers.  My stomach filled with butterflies just looking at him.  Looking back into his eyes, Daddy was playing at tired, but there was still mischief in his expression.  He feigned a yawn and bent down toward the duffel bag.  Reaching in he slipped his hands under my arms and lifted me out of the bag as if I were a puppy being chosen from an adoption pen.  He stood upright and held me at eye level.  It was an odd feeling being lifted so effortlessly and so far above the ground.  I’m sure we made an impressive sight.  A giant man, near 7 feet tall if I had to guess, dressed only in boxers, holding a completely naked and bound, 5’1” man with a ball gag in his mouth.  I felt so small and pitiful.

Daddy was searching my face intently while all this was running through my mind.  He seemed pleased with himself.  As if he was admiring a prized fish he just reeled in, or a first-place trophy he just won.  Apparently satisfied, he turned and carried me to a pole in the center of the room.  The pole, a metal rod with a circumference of maybe 12 inches ran from the floor to the ceiling.  Splitting the pole into quarters, lines of hooks spaced out about every eight or nine inches ran floor to ceiling as well.  The hooks were slightly S shaped, with a larger base and a top that bent back against the pole.  Daddy held me to the pole and slid me downward.  I heard the hooks catch the horizontal sections of my bonds, clicking against the pole when the rope pushed past.  My feet hit the floor and I was secured to the pole, unable to move or even lean forward.  It was a clever set up.  Daddy took a step back, admiring his work.

“You really are a very pretty little thing.”

He said, in his deep melodious voice.  Winking at me, he turned toward a corner of the room where a home gym was set up.  He began adding weights to a bar on a squat rack.

“You don’t mind, do you?  I have to get my workout in before the day is done.”

I looked at him, surprised.  Daddy just laughed, that humorous twinkle in his eye.  He then started his lifting.  I’ll admit, it was extremely impressive.  Daddy was the strongest man I’d ever seen.  Effortlessly squatting what looked like 700 pounds, I was shocked.  But as I watched him lift, my mind wandered.  Is this really what we are doing right now?  Did he bring me here to watch him workout?  I sighed through the ball gag, only now realizing how sore it was making my mouth.  Flexing my jaw, I looked around the apartment.  It was very spacious.  A large room with a cathedral style ceiling, thick wooden support beams spanned the gap where a flat ceiling would be.  The exterior walls were lined with floor to ceiling windows, that had been covered by darkening shades.  I was fixed to a pole in the center of the room.  To my left was a full kitchen, complete with attractive counter tops and matching cabinetry.  To my right, the door we entered from.  Behind me would’ve been the couch or bed I was tossed on in the duffel bag.  Straight in front of me was Daddy in the corner, still working out.  That was all I could see from my post at the pole.  Daddy was finishing a set of deadlifts when I caught his eye again.  He smirked and continued on.

Daddy finished his lifting maybe about an hour later before jumping on a treadmill and jogging for another ten minutes.  I was getting tired of just standing here watching him work out.  But then I realized the power move that this was.  I was still completely at Daddy’s mercy.  By fixing me to this pole and disregarding me while he worked out, he was essentially saying that I am his to use when he wants, whenever he wants.  I will be exactly where he left me when he is ready.  This made my horniness spike again and I began watching him exercise in earnest.  He was a sight to behold on the treadmill.  That much bulk and muscle bouncing up and down was hypnotic.  The recoil of his pecs with each stride.  His huge thighs shifting between soft and firm with each step.  The way his massive ass, which I’ve still only seen from the side, swishes back and forth within his boxers.  He also still just looked extremely handsome, sweat beading his brow as he concentrated.  I drooled around my ball gag.

Finally, Daddy stopped the treadmill and stepped off.  He grabbed a towel hanging from the squat rack and wiped his face and neck.  He was beautiful to watch.  Walking to the kitchen, he pulled a bottled water from the fridge.  Uncapping it he took a long swig.  He then turned and looked at me for the first time since eyeing me during his deadlifts.  He smiled and walked over to the pole.

“You’ve been really patient for Daddy, baby.  Thank you.”

I looked pleadingly into his eyes, so far above my own.  God he was so sexy.  I’ve never had to crane my neck this high before when talking with someone.  Daddy smiled and reached behind my head to the clasp on the ball gag.  Unfastening it, he took the ball gag which I readily let fall from my mouth.  Remembering what Daddy said earlier though, I did not speak.

“Good boy.  Drink.”

He put the bottle to my lips which I happily accepted.  I hadn’t realized I was so thirsty.  I drank quickly and Daddy had to angle the bottle so I could finish it off.

“Wow baby!  If I had known you were that thirsty, I would’ve given you something else.”

He winked and capped the bottle before throwing it away.  Approaching me again, Daddy leaned down to look me in the eyes.  His hands on his knees, he was almost completely doubled over.

“Are you glad you gave me a chance?”

Daddy asked.  I wasn’t sure if I was meant to respond.  I looked into his eyes questioningly and he nodded in affirmation.

“Y-yes Daddy.  I am.”

Finding my voice after being silent for so much of the night was rough.  My voice cracked and amused Daddy.

“I’m glad baby.  I’ll have to ask you again later though.  You might change your answer.”

Feeling anxious about what that could mean, I watched Daddy turn to the kitchen, pulling a roll of duct tape from a drawer.  He walked back to me, leaning down to look into my eyes.

“Ready for some more fun baby?”

He asked.  Before I could respond he ripped a piece of tape from the roll and firmly sealed my mouth shut.  The sudden inability to open my mouth or breath through it was jarring.  I looked at Daddy with shocked eyes.  He straightened up and laughed.

“God you are so cute when you’re scared!”

He then slipped his hands underneath my arms and lifted me up from the pole.  The hooks again made satisfying clinks as the ropes slid past, their tops hitting the pole.  Daddy carried me back to where I was tossed while still in the duffel bag.  He set me down on the ottoman of a small couch.  A love seat.  For someone his size, it might’ve been closer to an armchair.  Daddy looked at me mischievously and said,

“Let me make room for you baby.”

He widened the space between the two seat cushions in the middle of the coach.

“Alright baby, come here.”

He again picked me up, but this time cradling me.  He laid me on the coach, with my head towards the ottoman, my butt up against the back rest, and my legs hanging over the back of the couch.  He then pushed me securely into the space he’d made between the cushions.  I was confused as he fussed with my body and the pillows.  When he was done, I felt like part of the couch, I was wedged so tightly in the cushions.  Daddy walked around the back of the couch and leaned over so his face was hovering above mine.

“Try not to pass out.”

He winked and then disappeared from my view.  When he reappeared, he walked around the front of the coach fully naked.  My eyes went wide as I tried to gather in as much of the scene as I could.  Unfortunately, I couldn’t lean my head back and Daddy didn’t stay still for long.  He turned around as if ready to sit.  This was my first glimpse at his ass, and it was magnificent.  Two massive cheeks covered in the same soft hair as the rest of his body.  His glutes were huge and obviously strong, but his ass jiggled with the perfect amount of fat, giving him an amazing shape.  He leaned over to adjust the ottoman and I caught a glimpse of his balls and flaccid cock.  My eyes went wide with shock, although I’m not sure why I was surprised.  For the split second they were available to me, it was clear that Daddy is wielding the largest set of balls and lowest hanging cock I’ve ever seen.  The size of it soft made me immediately nervous and horny to receive it when it’s hard.  Daddy stood straight again after pulling the ottoman closer and turned to look down at me.

“Take a breath baby.”

It was only then that I realized his intentions.  Time seemed to slow down as Daddy lowered his ass to the seat of the couch.  Me!  I was the seat of his couch.  As I watched his big cheeks come down, separating to expose his crack as he got lower, I took in as deep a breath as possible.  I got one quick glimpse of Daddy’s hairy hole before his butt engulfed me in darkness.  Immediately my senses of sight and hearing were useless, while my sense of touch and smell kicked in.  It was obvious why Daddy worked out now.  He wanted to get all sweaty for this event.  The smell of his man musk was pungent and intoxicating.  The pressure of his ass cheeks was somehow calming as they pressed in on either side of my face.  His hole, which was positioned right over my nose, winked and pulled at it while he flexed his muscles.  I was smothered in his ass.  Everything was quiet and still while I took this in.  I had never been facesat before.  In the course of one night, Daddy was introducing me to whole new worlds of gay kinks.  And I was enjoying each one.  Time seemed to still be moving slowly for me to be processing all of this, but I was beginning to run out of air.  With my hands completely bound, my body wedged tightly into the couch, and Daddy’s full weight on top of me, how would I signal that I needed a breath?  His weight was immovable.  Not only was I running out of air, but I was also starting to feel the impact of Daddy’s mass lounging on me.  I started to panic.  Blinded, deaf, and bound I did all I could do.  I screamed through the duct tape, hoping Daddy could somehow hear me through his thick ass.  Nothing happened.  I screamed again.  The effort of screaming used up more air than I had, and I felt my head going light.  Probably not a good sign.  Then, movement.  Daddy leaned to the side and with his left hand, pulled his left cheek up so air could rush into my little crevice of the couch.  My nose inhaled the oxygen greedily, and only then did I realize the true smell of the butt prison I was locked in.  Daddy’s crack was deep and sweaty, creating a strong musk that smelled of vinegar, onions, and his cedar pine body wash.  Without a word, Daddy let go of his cheek and settled back down.  The light was blocked out and the prison was sealed again.  This quick shift from dulled senses to stimulating light and air, to dulled senses again was shocking.  I had no control in this situation.  I had even less control than I did when I was drugged to uselessness in my own bathroom.  Daddy again was regulating what I breathed, and right now, I was breathing his musky butt air.

Daddy used me as his personal butt cushion for hours and this time I don’t think that was an exaggeration.  The TV was on and, although I could only hear bits and pieces when Daddy shifted to give me air, the programs switched several times.  Daddy was kicked back, lounging on the couch as if he wasn’t mercilessly sitting on my face, forcing me to live within his sweaty crack.  I did find some comfort in being used this way.  Like I said, the pressure and feel of his soft skin on my face, completely engulfing me, was calming.  I imagine this is why people like those weighted blankets.  And the smell?  Although strong and suffocating, it drove me wild.  However, it was work.  After a few frantic rounds of furiously breathing during lifts and strictly holding my breath while under his ass, I tried a different tactic.  I learned to slow my breathing down and pull from the air underneath Daddy’s ass.  It was difficult.  There wasn’t much air under his ass, but if I took slow, deep breaths, I was able to fill my lungs enough to last Daddy’s urges.  After being stuck at the mercy of Daddy’s fat ass for maybe two hours, he began to gyrate and move.  He was rubbing his crack and hole up and down my face.  His hole was hungrily puckering each time it passed my nose.  This woke me up from a sleep like daze I had gone into.  The rubbing and grinding into my face became more manic.  Daddy was smearing his ass sweat all over my face.  Then, as a grand finally, Daddy shoved his hole forcefully onto my nose.  He gyrated and rode my nose until it felt like I was inside him.  The experience was shocking and extremely gratifying.  Then, Daddy stood up.

The feeling of Daddy’s ass separating from my skin was like moving from a leather chair on a warm summer day while not wearing a shirt.  I was half expecting to see a face shaped indent in-between his cheeks when he stood, but his perfect ass just bounced back into place.  Even though I was drenched in sweat, I immediately missed the warmth of Daddy’s butt on my face.  What is he turning me into?  Daddy stretched before turning to look down on me.  His handsome face lit up with a grin.  I’m sure I was quite the site.  My body plastered to the couch, having been ground into the cushions by his ass.  My face sweaty and red, duct tape still over my mouth.  My hair spilling over the seat of the couch towards the ground, the only part of me not immobile.  I looked at him with exhaustion, but satisfaction.  Daddy walked around the back of the couch and leaned over to remove me from my confines.  First, he quickly pulled the tape from my mouth.  I grimaced but the pain was only light.  The tape had been loosened by his excessive riding of my face anyway.  Slipping his hands under my arms and pulling me out, I felt like a splinter being removed from the skin.  Daddy lifted me from the couch to his face, bringing my body to his and held me there in a tight hug.  He began tenderly kissing me.  I attempted to put my arms around his neck before remembering I was still fully bound in ropes.  Laughing to myself, I kissed him back, hard.  Our tongues merged in a passionate dance, his taking the lead of course.  Daddy increased his aggression, kissing me deeply like he had done before while I was still drugged in my bedroom.  My tongue fought to keep up but was outpaced by his much larger member.  He searched every inch of my mouth, even finding the back of my throat at one point.  He then did something I wasn’t expecting.  He separated from my mouth and began licking and smelling my face.

“I can smell my ass on you baby.”

He moaned into my ear before returning to bathe me with his tongue.  He licked every inch of my sweaty face, cleaning it thoroughly.  After the facesitting session I just underwent, this was a nice change of pace.  I just sat, held to his chest by his massive arms while he licked and kissed my cheeks, my nose, my eyelids.  It was heavenly.  I was dissociating when he stopped licking me.

“Open your mouth.”

The words rumbled through his chest into mine, again filling my stomach with butterflies.  He was so commanding.  I looked into his eyes as I opened my mouth wide.  He pursed his lips and shot a wad of spit into my mouth that landed on the back of my tongue.

“Swallow it.”

It was warm as it slid down my throat.  Daddy smiled approvingly.

“Whose are you?”

“I’m yours Daddy.”

“That’s right baby.  Now suck my nipples.  Daddy wants to feed you.”

He shifted me to a cradling position with perfect access to his pecs.  I hungrily pounced on his left nipple, savoring the salty taste in my mouth as I rolled my tongue over it.  Daddy began walking around the room, holding me to his breast with no effort.  I sucked his left nipple, enjoying the transitions of hard to soft I was causing it.  After a few minutes of giving my attention to his left nipple, Daddy flipped me around so that I had easy access to the other.  I sucked this one down as if milk would spring from it.

“That’s right baby, suck Daddy’s tits!”

Being suspended in his arms and milking his nipples was one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced.  Again, the size difference between the two of us was almost overwhelming.  I could feel my dick twitching just thinking about it.  Daddy must’ve enjoyed it too.  He was still pacing around the room, obviously enjoying how easily he could carry me. 

“Fuck yeah baby, you’re doing a great job.”

His compliment was all the nourishment I needed.  As I continued sucking on his tits, Daddy carried my back towards the ottoman, where the duffel bag still lay.  He pulled me from his tit, the nipple popping from my mouth, and gently set me down.  I turned to face him and realized his cock was right in front of my face.  Daddy saw my eyes locked on his massive member and laughed, but I couldn’t look away.  I was dumbfounded.  I saw a glimpse of it earlier, yes, but I clearly didn’t make out its size.  At flaccid it had to be at least seven inches, if not closer to eight.  It had an incredibly wide shaft that led to a perfectly sculpted mushroom head.  Cut and smooth, the skin looked like velvet.  It hung over his huge balls and the tip was upturned, almost like it was looking at me.  God, that’s a penis.  I looked up at Daddy hungrily and he just chuckled.  As if to tease me, he hooked his index finger into my mouth.

“Suck.”

I did.  I stared up at him, with his beautiful cock just inches away, and sucked on his finger.  Granted, sucking his finger was still hot with it being so much bigger than most.  But I was wanting to get to the main event.  Daddy added his middle finger to my mouth, spreading them out and playing with my tongue while I tried to suck both.  Then, without warning, he brought out the ball gag and popped it into my mouth, clasping it behind my head.  I audibly grunted and Daddy laughed again.

“I know your hungry baby boy.  But Daddy is tired and needs a bit of rest before we continue.  I also like making you wait.”

He winked at me, obviously enjoying the defeated disappointment in my eyes.  Then he laid my shoulders back onto the ottoman and began putting my legs back into the duffel bag.  What was this?  He surely wasn’t taking me home.  We haven’t even gotten to the good stuff yet! And was he going to bed?  What was going on?

Daddy pulled the mouth of the duffel bag around my shoulders and smiled as he saw the confused look in my eyes.  Then he zipped the bag closed.  Again, I was bound, gagged, and trapped in the duffel bag.  I felt the bag lift from the ottoman as Daddy carried me a few steps into the living room.  Then I heard the sound of heavy chains rattling against each other.  The bag lifted even higher, with Daddy placing a hand on my backside and pushing up, before going taught from the handles.  The rattling of the chains had stopped at the same time.  The bag slowly spun back and forth as I heard Daddy’s footsteps fade into a different room, and a door closed.

No more sounds drifted my way.  I was alone in the spacious living room, dangling from chains hung from the ceiling inside a large duffel bag.  Daddy had created some very stable way of suspending me in this fabric bag because no matter which way I shifted, the duffel remained level.  I lay there, curled like a fetus, shocked.  Not only at the system I hung from, but the entire 180 Daddy just spun on me.  One minute he is dominating me under his ass, giving me tongue baths, and ordering me to suck his tits, and the next he leaves me alone bound and gagged in this bag, hanging from the ceiling?  I couldn’t understand what game he was playing at.  I felt very frustrated.  Although it had been a long night, I was ready for more!  I wanted to continue now!  Then, I realized this was part of Daddy’s domination.  Again, he had set me aside, regardless of my feelings, for his own use later.  God, he was so quickly finding new ways to make me horny that I couldn’t keep them all straight.  The only problem was, I couldn’t do anything about it.  I’ve never been edged before, but it must feel like this.  As I lay in the duffel bag, shifting to make my hard dick more comfortable, I actually began to feel tired.  Maybe Daddy was on to something.  A quick rest wouldn’t hurt.  Daddy still has me for the entire weekend.  And I am interested to see which exciting way he chooses to wake me up.