Daddy’s fist and more

I have written about taking Dad’s fist once before, but this time things took a turn in a more wild direction, much to my delightful surprise!

After stripping naked upon arrival, I stepped into the shower to wash away the grime from my workday. With the water bearing down on me, I didn’t hear Dad walk into the bathroom and I was surprised when he pulled the shower curtain open and barked out “on your knees, son!” He was shirtless, his semi-flaccid cock in his hand, the pouch of the leather jock pushed to the side. 

I hadn’t been pissed on in ages, and typically not in my go-to playbook, but if Daddy wanted to piss on me, I was down to let him. I dropped to my knees and in seconds a golden warm flow of piss landed all over my chest and Daddy raised his arch to hit my face. He screamed out that I “best open my mouth, or else”, I unwillingly did so. I did my best not to gag as the pungent taste hit my tongue. Daddy soaked my bald head and took a step closer towards me to take him inside my mouth to clean him off. As I did so, he growled,  somewhat displeased by my performance.

”Rinse off and dry yourself, son!”

Daddy stepped away and I soaped off to rinse away the piss stench. Grabbed the towel and dried myself decently. When I stepped back inside the bedroom, Daddy’s face was stern, in his hand was a riding crop. Laid out on the bed was a set of alligator clamps.  

I looked at him wide-eyed. “Daddy, please don’t”, I begged.

”I can’t allow you to disrespect me in my own home. Either leave now or get those clamps on those tits and get in position. You know the rules, son!”

I acquiesced. I winced as I applied each clamp to my hardening nipples and felt the weight of the chain connecting them pull them down as it dropped. Then, I placed myself onto all fours. 

“30 strokes for you, son. Before I proceed, tell me why you’re getting them. Don’t fuck up, son!”

”Yes Daddy. I didn’t swallow your piss without prompting and begged you not to punish me.”

”Correct. Now let’s get this over with, son. Take your licks!”

When the first swat landed flatly on my right butt cheek, I yelped and the chain of the clamps jumped which added an extra element of pain to flow through me. After 9 more landed hard on each cheek, I began to feel a light burn forming.  I wasn’t silent, which didn’t please Daddy.

Daddy paused, opened a tote full of his toys and re-emerged with a gag. This gag had a six inch black dildo attached that was fairly thick. Daddy slapped my right face cheek and shoved the cock down my throat and secured the buckle behind my head so that it was very snug and secure.

”Now I have to start from the beginning you fool because you couldn’t keep your fucking mouth shut!”

Over the course of the next 10 or so minutes, a plethora of riding crop blows hit my backside with unpredictable points of starting and stopping. I doubt he kept track of just how many blows I’d taken, but it definitely seemed like more than 30. Daddy sometimes gets carried away, and I think he enjoyed watching the clamps jump as I wrestled with my own body and mind to stay in place and take what I deserved, or rather, earned. 

I didn’t dare to reach behind me when he dropped the riding crop to the floor. I could feel my ass on fire, the stinging was unreal. The pain in my nipples had subsided and at some point, the pain turned to extreme pleasure as they each swayed by the force. Daddy came around and removed the clamps, and evilly began to twist them. As the blood began to flow back inside them, I struggled to stay in place while Daddy laughed at my predicament. 

When Daddy had enough, I dropped my head to the mattress and didn’t move. Also, as I’d taken some gummies about an hour prior to my arrival, they were beginning to take hold right on time. Along with that, I heard Daddy light up a joint and instantly smelled it. He brought the joint to my lips and I gently inhaled and held it for a few moments. I was now on my journey…to where I wasn’t quite sure, but my body began to feel much lighter, my mind lifted from the present. 

Daddy let me stay in the position for several minutes while he brought some towels and a bucket of handmade lube over to the bed. His concoction consisted of Crisco, coconut oil, and some THC oils. As the gummies we’re doing it’s thing, I felt my hole literally loosening, wanting something desperately to be inside me. I began to moan actually, and my ass become very hungry. 

I pulled together a lucid thought, “Daddy, please. Please I want it. Put your fist inside me!”

His open hand swatted my already red ass as hard as he could, “Be patient, boy!”

My smooth ass was for sure red like roses, that open palm swat didn’t tickle!

Moments later, he pulled my ass towards the edge of the bed where he sat on a chair behind me, and I felt the warmth of the lube being pushed inside me with a few fingers. He used his fingers to stretch and play in my rectum placing more and more lube inside me. Adding fingers, more lube. I closed my eyes and floated away. When I was ready, I pushed my ass back using my hips and felt his fist pop fully inside me. I howled, “ooohhhh  fuck yes, Daddy! Oh yes!! That’s want I need, Daddy. Please!”

Daddy slapped my ass with his other hand several times as he began to slowly push his fist inside deeper, until we hit past his wrist. Daddy began to twist his fist inside me, and pull it back just to the ring of my pussy lips. I took a huge hit of poppers and Daddy felt my ass open and that let him pull his fist out and in, out and in, really using his knuckles to pry that cunt open even more. I was so disconnected from myself the endorphins and the chemicals doing exceptionally unconstrained things to me. 

A second hit of poppers and I barked “punch my stupid cunt, Daddy!” If you ever met me, I’m generally a reserved pretty put together guy, these aren’t words that I would ever use otherwise. It’s like taking on a completely different and freeing persona. Daddy didn’t hesitate, and he grunted using some of his muscle power to punch my pussy out like I wanted him to. I was fucking delirious, “Faster Daddy, do it harder, Daddy!” I became a demanding fucktard, insisting Daddy destroy my pussy lips!

Daddy delivered a series of blows that left me winded!  I was untamed, feral-like, savage, and so was Daddy! We read each other’s chemistry perfectly and each of us experienced a simultaneous soar of energy which caused my caged cock to emit lots of pre! When I finally rose up from the mattress, a clear strand of my own goo must’ve been a good 18” long!

Daddy and I took a short drink break and then we took things over to the sling, beside the bed.  I took some deep long hits of poppers, raised my hands behind my head (I could smell my own pit musk), and Daddy once again resumed fist punching me, only this time using both his fists one after the other. He finished this sequence using his right fist, the larger of the two, quick and deep gut punches leaving my fuckhole gaping and twitching. When I pushed out, my forming rosebud showed. Daddy leaned in to kiss it and fuck his beard whiskers sent electric shocks as they grazed my sensitive tissue. 

By this point we’d been going at it almost a couple of hours. Daddy wanted to send me home not being able to walk straight or sit down properly for days. He told me to popper up as he clasped his hands together into one giant ball and pushed inside. It honestly felt like a bowling ball traveling up into my guts! He built up momentum, he’d started very slowly and not only did he push just a little deeper with each thrust, he’d increase the force slightly. I took even more poppers and then I begged him to once again, “punch my stupid faggot cunt!” Daddy once again grunted, we locked eyes as I scrunched my face and let Daddy know exactly what he was doing to me. Daddy pulled his balled hands out of me and once again beat my cunt lips wide open with the fattest part of his fist. Without touching myself, I screamed as my pussy spasmed in a wild burst of orgasm and a pool of my jizz formed on my abs. 

My hands were not lubed so I swiped my load onto my fingers and ate it up. Daddy chuckled and called me a faggot. He knows I like that a lot. 

Daddy reached into my bag and pulled out one of my largest butt plugs and punched it inside me using its base.  Daddy helped me dismount the sling and let me ride out the head rush while I was on my knees. He was stroking his hard 8 near my face. Next thing I’m hit in the eye with a shot of his cum and then he grabbed my head and emptied the rest of his nut down my throat.

When I reached for the towel to wipe the cum from my eye and face he pulled it away from me and said I was a bad son today. Then he said I needed to leave because his friend was coming over soon so I better get my ass up and out of his house (I think this was part of the role play for him, and I liked it!).

When I got into my car, I saw my eye was red and sticky from the cum shot, and I had a smear of drying cum across my cheek. I looked like a whore! The buttplug throbbed inside me. I started the car for the 30 minute drive home and felt every bump in the road. 

When I arrived home, I found my longest and widest dildo and suctioned it to the floor. I removed the buttplug, and then spun around and saw that my ass really was red like a fire truck and I could see some visible riding crop marks! Then, I brought the poppers over with me and mounted the dildo and rode it hard needing to get myself off into another assgasm and again a pool of cum hit the floor tile. I bent over and licked it clean. 

I finally ended the night with a shower and fell asleep naked, my asshole gaping, my butt still singing, and a huge smile on my face!