Daddy in Denver

While on a trip to Denver, Sir Jace arranged for me to be under the control of an older leather daddy. Sir Jace knew him through a friend. The trip to Denver was of a personal nature, so Sir Jace understood I needed to go, but became perplexed by how I’d get through security with the Cellblock on my cock. He was serious about keeping me locked through the rest of the year. That’s when he contacted Daddy Jay and asked him if he’d assist with my chastity while in Denver. Daddy Jay was all too excited to participate and in exchange, Sir Jace gave him full permission to use me, and strict instructions to behave while away.

And so, I flew off to Denver with the Cellblock packed away, and upon arrival I was to text Daddy, after placing it back on my cock, and he would lock me with the code. The hours on the plane in freedom were torturous as I wanted very much to touch myself and cum, but the plane was full, and it just didn’t happen.

That next morning, after a good sleep, Daddy texted me with his address and instructed me to be ready for some heavy use. He wanted me in a jock and harness, which I had dutifully packed and had with me. As I was preparing, Daddy said he’d be getting the play room ready.

I cleaned out well, shaved down all my parts and my head, as Daddy instructed. I had a blue and red Pump jock and threw on the harness, and inserted one of the butt plugs I own, as I was instructed to do so. I’d packed a fresh bottle of poppers, grabbed it, threw in some jeans and t-shirt and off I went. The temperature in Denver was unusually warm, in the mid-70’s, so no coat required.

I drove down with the plug fully inserted up my hole, and within 30 minutes, I arrived to my destination, a smallish house in one of the surrounding neighborhoods. Daddy Jay was sitting on the porch in jeans, a leather vest, a leather cap, and a riding crop. Daddy was in his mid 60’s, and kept in great shape. He had a salt and pepper goatee, and thick dark chest hair matted on his pecs. When he walked towards me, I noticed a pierced nipple, and in his hand was a riding crop.

I stopped in my tracks and stared. Daddy pointed the riding crop at me and said, “kneel and let me get a look at you”.  He circled around me, “mmmmm, I’m gonna have some fun with you, boy. Hands over your head”. I followed this order and he swatted my back with the crop. “You best mind your manners with me, son. I do not play games and expect complete obedience from my boys. Is that understood, boy”? I began to shake a little, “yes. Sir”.

Sir Jace hadn’t told mr Daddy Jay was so strict, but i was under his watch now and knew I had to do as I was told at this point. “Now, stand up, hands behind your back and follow me”. I walked behind him and he opened a door to the basement and there was a sling hanging from the ceiling, and a cross with shackles by each corner. On shelves I saw all kinds of dildos of various sizes, tubs of Crisco, ball stretchers and weights, floggers of various sorts, white towels, and other gadgets.

There was an empty cubby off to the side. Beads of nervous sweat began to form on my body. “Strip down to your jock and harness and fold your clothes and place them in there”, he pointed to the cubby with the crop. I removed my shoes, jeans, and t-shirt. The crop came down hard on my ass. “Socks, boy!” I removed them and now my feet touched the cement flood.

“Boy, you’re gonna earn your way to my sling. Let’s see what should I do with you first?, he pondered aloud. The butt-plug in my ass was now throbbing, but it didn’t appear it would be removed any time soon. “Stand over there”. I walked to the cross. Daddy secured my wrists at each side above my head, and he began rubbing his rough hands all over my body. “Boy, you have a nice lean physique. I like that.” Then he focused on my nipples and tugged and pinched them before grabbing a set of alligator-clip clamps and placing one each on a nipple.

I cried out when the second one bit into my nipple. I was met with a hard slap to the balls. “Settle down, boy”, was all he said. Then he stepped in front of me and stick his tongue in my mouth. I could feel his scruffy goatee against my face as his hand grabbed my balls and yanked them down, causing me to rise on my toes and moan into his mouth.

He stepped away and secured my ankles to the cross, so now my body was several inches off the floor, and I was spayed across the cross. Daddy had a small whip in his hand and began swatting at my exposed balls. I was grateful for the Cellblock at that moment because at least my cock was protected from the flurry of blows I was now receiving. I looked down and watched as Daddy worked the whip on my tenderized sac. I bit down on my bottom lip in an attempt not to shout.

Daddy stopped, reached up and yanked the chain connecting the clamps and pulled. That caused me to scream in a burst of pain, and Daddy grabbed a leather flogger and strapped my torso and thighs, turning my smooth white skin a shade of pink and red.

Daddy undid the straps from my wrists and ankles, “turn around, boy. Time to discipline that sweet ass!” He spun me around quickly and I was now facing the wall. He pulled the plug out of my hole and shoved a finger in there. “That hole is open, boy. Not going to have any trouble getting my fist in there, am I, boy”? And he laughed, and I felt the first sting of the flogger on my back, and like a skilled Dom, with a blank canvass, the artist went to work shading the backs of my thighs, my ass, and back. After the first 10-15 blows, a euphoric high came over me, the burning sting became pleasurable, and the switch was flipped, I was now in a trance and with each blow to my body I yelled out proudly, “thank you, Daddy Jay, may I have another!”

I think Daddy was quite impressed by my ability to sustain his whipping, and I did feel somewhat cocky that he hadn’t broken me. Sensing this, as Daddy Jay released me from the cross, he stared at me and I smiled. He was not pleased. “Boy, you seem amused. Do I amuse you? Tell me, “what’s so funny?” I didn’t say anything. He quickly smacked me across the face and grabbed me by the balls, squeezing and pulling. I began to plead, “I’m sorry, Daddy. Please stop. Please”. He squeezed and pulled harder and yelled in my ear, “I don’t like boys with attitude. Do it again and you’re back on the cross!”

Daddy Jay let go and he handed me a bottle of water and we both drank some. He sat on his chair which resembled a throne and commanded, “kneel”. I knelt before him. “Take it out”. I undid his belt and unzipped to see he was commando. His cock was fully hard, thick, about 8”, cut, a metal cock ring hidden by a thick bush of unkempt pubic hair and a Prince Albert stared me in my face. Daddy pushed my head down on it and I could feel the metal of the PA scrape against my teeth. I opened wider and Daddy pushed my head over and down so he slipped down my throat. Once all in, “Jace told me you were a skilled cocksucker, and I see he is right”. Then he let go, and we did this in several cycles, each time holding my head down longer.

Daddy Jay stood up and told me to open wide and I was treated to a severe skull fuck. For an older man, Daddy Jay was in fantastic shape, had great stamina, and the experience to know how to put a faggot to good use.

Daddy’s cock was dripping with my oral fluids. My own saliva dripped down my face, and onto my chest and the floor. He pushed me off him and soon, he pointed to the sling, “you earned it, boy”, and I mounted the sling and finally took a hit of poppers when I felt Daddy’s warm breath over my pucker and soon his tongue found my gape, and like a starved-man, Daddy consumed my cunt like it was his first meal for days. If a course was given on the subject of rimming a manhole, Daddy Jay should be the Instructor. I was soon begging him to fuck me.

Daddy stood up and his throbbing cock found my entrance and he plunged deep inside. Daddy reached over and finally removed the clamps which had been on me for well over an hour. He began to pinch my tits as the blood rushed back to them, and the combination of the pain/pleasure was mind blowing. The stimulation of poppers. his cock piercing  rubbing my prostate, and having my nipples worked over all at the same time was wild.

Daddy Jay leaned over me and kissed me before standing up and driving his cock inside me. Then he pulled the sling back over his cock so he stood there and used my open cunt like a fleshlight. Daddy walked away and lubed up a dildo, it looked about 8”, a little thicker than Daddy, and he inserted it inside me. I inhaled as he wedged his cock next to it and my hole stretched around both pieces of meat and Daddy drove into me hard and deep. My cunt responded nicely, and soon I felt my cock leaking from this double penetration.

Daddy Jay sensed my hole opening up and seized the opportunity. Pulling out his cock and the dildo, Daddy produced a tub of j-lube and went to work coating his fist. I inhaled and Daddy closed up his hand and pushed his way inside me. I could feel my second sphincter being pried open and then it clasped around Daddy’s fist. I’d not opened so quickly to accommodate a fist right away, but this time, it worked. Soon, Daddy was moving his fist in short jabs, and I was flying high in that sling.

Daddy worked his way in to the elbow, and now he was long stroking from my cunt entrance pushing all the way in. I felt every ridge of his knuckles and his hairy forearm stretched my hole beyond the wrist. And Daddy began to twist his arm while inside me. My eyes rolled in the back of my head as I laid there, legs wide open up in stirrups, poppered up, letting Daddy play in my pussy.

Daddy coated both hands now with lube, inserted his right hand, and placed his left over it, slowly prying inside. Now taking a double, I knew my cunt was wrecked. Daddy continued gut punching me with one fist and then the other. I began to piss myself.

Daddy Jay stood up and wiped his hands off and found a much larger dildo, he dipped it in the vat of lube and pushed it inside. Then he pushed his cock sling side of it, and fucked md in a frenzy until I heard him loudly growl as he blew his load inside me.

I’d been up in that sling for almost two hours and when I dismounted, it took me a minute to find my footing. Daddy handed me more water and smacked me on the ass, “you’re a good boy. That tiny ass of yours opens up wide, I didn’t expect you to take a double fisting.” Then he rubbed my ass and told me to stay still. He came back with my butt plug. My cunt was so open, it didn’t stay in and fell to the floor. After 3 tries, Daddy Jay laughed “I can’t wait to tell my boys about this.”

It was now mid-afternoon and Daddy said, “boy, you need to go now I have errands to run. He kissed me on the cheek, and I began to dress. “Hurry up, boy, I don’t have all day!” And I was briskly escorted out of the house and into my car.

I drove back to my room, stripped and looked in the mirror. The front and back of my body were marked up with strap marks and welts. I bent over to look at my pussy. It was stretched open, gaping. I removed the harness and decided to put on some skimpy shorts and a tank top and hit the weight room. I’m a bit of an exhibitionist and wanted to show off my new welts. I enjoy the quizzical facial expressions on faces as I focus on my workout, seeming as if everything is perfectly normal. And, since I cannot jerk off, a workout is a great way to blow off steam.

The session with Daddy Jay wouldn’t be the only fun I had on my short trip to Denver. The very next day I discovered a gay porn theatre. I’ll write about that sometime soon.