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After the physically demanding sex the police officer had put me through I was wondering what came next. He had caught me speeding on the M11 in my new VW VR6 and until he decided to  release me from the threat of prosecution I was completely in his hands. Being someone’s subservient fuck boy was a new experience for me. I was used to being a bottom and loved having a nice hard cock in my ass but until today sex had been an activity between equals. The police officer had taught me that when with him I was nothing. I had no say in what was done to me or what I was told to do. I should have found the situation distasteful, after all I was basically being blackmailed by a man whose position in life meant that he was supposed to be there to protect me. But I didn’t want to lose my licence and ultimately my job. So to coin a phrase, I was between a rock and a hard place!

Then there was the uncomfortable fact that I had actually enjoyed the humiliation. Being used by someone for their sexual gratification without him caring if I experienced any pleasure had turned me on – a lot. And he knew it. But then he had been sort of loving and gentle the second time he fucked me. I was feeling confused and apprehensive but at the same time was horny and desperate to please him.

I had probably expected to be sent on my way once he had finished but he had other ideas.   ‘Let’s get dressed. I live five minutes away. Follow me home and we’ll get cleaned up.’

I was dressed, in my car and following his T5 before I even thought about what I was doing. The man could be a serial murderer for all I knew and here I was blindly doing his bidding. But what option did I have? And the bastard knew it. The bit about being five minutes from his home was true and we soon turned into a long drive that terminated at a big farm house surrounded by fields and trees. We pulled into the farm yard and he indicated that I should follow him into the house. I looked round as I walked. The yard was bordered on two sides by the big house. The other two sides were taken by what looked like stables and a barn. Everything was clean, well maintained and spoke of affordability.

‘First on the left.’ The large hallway was dominated by a beautiful bespoke wooden and steel staircase. The floor was still the original stone one. What furnishings there were, were clearly carefully chosen and of excellent quality. I went to the room to which I had been directed. It was a bright and spacious combined kitchen and dining room that opened onto an enormous conservatory. ‘Tea or coffee?’

‘Tea please……..sir?’ He smiled at my uncertainty.

‘No need for that while we have a brew. It’s Andrew.’ He held his hand out to me, ‘my friends call me Andy.’

I took the proffered hand and shook it deciding to take a risk. ‘Hello Andy ………… I’m Phil.’ He continued to smile and don’t ask me why but I knew I was safe. He wasn’t an axe murderer. Just a blackmailer. I could live with that under the circumstances.

As he made the tea we talked about our respective jobs and family. He was forty one, single and had inherited the farmhouse along with enough money to not have to work from his parents. He claimed he had never before used his position to force someone into sex. ‘Why me? Do I look that pathetic and weak?’ I joked.

His smile broadened, ‘I got a hard-on the minute I saw you standing behind your car.’ He brought my tea over to me and after putting it down leaned in and kissed me. ‘You looked so fucking nervous and sexy. I decided to chance it. And when you reacted like you did it just rolled.’ He kissed me again this time slipping his tongue between my lips and skimmed it across my teeth. ‘Mmmmm. You taste nice, do you know that?’

‘It’s not something I’ve been told before no.’ Why did this man make me feel so good just by saying something as simple as I taste nice? I realised it was because I wanted him to be pleased with me. I needed him to like me, to approve of me. My head was buzzing.

‘Are you alright Phil? You look pale. Let’s sit down.’ He took my elbow and led me into the conservatory where we sat together on a big rattan sofa. ‘Here, drink your tea. I don’t want you passing out on me.’ I gratefully took several sips of the hot sweet liquid. Andy put his hand on my knee and gently squeezed it. I nervously looked at him and gripped my mug tighter.

‘You can relax Phil. I’m not going to hurt you, well, not unless you want me to?’ His smile helped calm me a little and I decided to tell him how I was feeling.

‘I’m not used to this…… this daddy and boy thing. I’ve never done anything like it before…..’

‘And you’re not sure how to act now you’re here?’ I nodded. ‘How do you want to behave? Do you want to be your normal self or do you want to be my boy?’

‘I honestly don’t know. I mean, what do you expect me to do?’ I emphasised the ‘you’. I needed help here! He sat back and relaxed into the sofa.

‘What do I expect you to do?  Let me think……………I know what I’d like you to do.’ I looked at him and smiled nervously as he continued. ‘I’d like you to chill out and stop worrying and then I’d like you to go through that door over there,’ he pointed to the far side of the conservatory, ‘and start the shower so it’s nice and warm when we get in it. Okay?’

‘I think I can manage that.’

‘Can you manage a kiss first?’ He gently pulled me towards him, stroked my face with the back of his hand then drew me in for a reassuring and very sensual kiss. I could feel the tension and uncertainty leaving my system. ‘That’s better Phil, much better. The last thing I want is my boy upset.’ He stroked my face again the action calming me even more. ‘You can trust me Phil, I won’t hurt my boy. If I tell you to do something you either really don’t like or you’re not sure about, let me know. I won’t enjoy being your daddy if I think my little boy is unhappy.’ He playfully kissed the end of my nose. ‘Okay?’ I smiled and nodded finally feeling relaxed and comfortable in his company. ‘Of course if you’re naughty I will have to punish you. Just like I did earlier. So you’ll have to make sure that you’re a good boy won’t you?’ Goose bumps ran up my back at the thought of him disciplining me and I felt my cock thicken. Andy laughed loudly and gave my hardening dick a squeeze through my trousers. ‘That doesn’t mean you can be naughty on purpose young man.’

‘Aw but dad……..’ He put his hand on the back of my head and pulled me into a hard, passionate kiss. I swear I could feel my lips bruising as he crushed them under his and the forceful way his tongue took possession of my mouth left me in no doubt where I stood in the pecking order.

‘Shower. Now.’ He pushed me up and off the sofa. ‘I expect you naked and the water at temperature when I get there. GO.’ The look on his face had hardened as the tone in his voice became more demanding.

The shower room was on the same scale as the rest of the house. The living room in my flat wasn’t much bigger. I had never seen anything like it outside a gym or public sports facility. Four shower heads hung in a square from the ceiling and a series of chrome pipes ran up and across the walls. It was open fronted and the whole room – walls, ceiling and floor was covered in some sort of waterproofing that looked metallic but was soft to the touch. Just inside the door was a small dry area with two wash basins and floor to ceiling mirror where I undressed. A shiver of excitement ran through me when I saw myself reflected in the large wall mirror and I took a minute to admire my tight body with it’s pert bum, finely drawn muscles and ample cock. I worked hard to keep myself fit and it always gave me a thrill when I was able to properly see the results of the hours I spent at the gym and fitness classes.

‘I told you to get the shower ready for when I got here didn’t I? Instead I find you poncing about in front of a mirror checking yourself out.’ Andy stood in the doorway. He was naked and sporting a semi-erection. God he looked good and I caught my breath when I saw him. ‘Get in the shower and stand in the middle. I’m going to show you what happens when you don’t do as you’re told.’

I hurried to do as instructed feeling apprehensive but at the same time excited. Andy turned the shower on and I screamed and moved to escape as a torrent of freezing water hit me from all directions and angles. ‘Back in the middle boy. This wouldn’t be happening if you’d done as you were told.’ I stood in the downpour cringing and shivering but incredibly my cock maintained it’s erection. Slowly the water became warmer and after what seemed an age I was standing in a shower at perfect temperature. Andy joined me putting his hands on my waist and holding me against him. After the shock of the cold shower he felt incredibly warm and I found myself wanting to be in his comforting arms. I lay my head in the cradle of his neck and shoulder. His hands slid round behind me, one going up to rub my back the other going down to cup my ass.

‘I’m sorry dad,’ I mumbled quietly into his shoulder.

‘Look at me.’ I lifted my head and looked up at him. His eyes and face were soft again and the feeling of safety and belonging that I had felt earlier returned. He brought his mouth to mine and we kissed as the water cascaded over us. The kiss became a long, sensuous, highly erotic span of time where our lips never parted as we wrapped tongues together, explored every nook and cranny of each other’s mouths and used teeth to tease and tug. Our hands explored and wandered over each other. If we could reach it, there wasn’t an inch that wasn’t stroked or rubbed or held or pinched …… well, you get the idea. His bum felt incredible. Big, round and firm, it was impossible not to spend time running my hands over it. Just feeling the muscular contours under my fingers made me groan into Andy’s hungry mouth. His chest was magnificent with perfectly formed pecs and big brown nipples that responded to stimulation by hardening into rubbery buttons that begged to be chewed and bitten. The more we kissed and explored each other, the more horny we became. Andy broke the marathon kiss, ‘let’s wash before we start to look like wrinkled prunes.’

He squeezed some shampoo onto his hands and rubbed it into my hair then followed the foam and bubbles down my body using shower gel to maintain the slippery soapy texture on my skin. His hands washed me everywhere. He was obviously taking great pleasure from cleaning every square inch of me and I was beginning to experience a sensory overload. I felt as though I was tingling. My breath was ragged and I often had to reach out to hold on to Andy to stop myself staggering when he paid attention to particularly sensitive areas like my armpits or chest. When he started to soap up my cock and balls I finally gave in and leaned my back against the wall with my eyes closed and my mouth randomly producing moans, whimpers and growls. He held my cock at the root with one hand and ran the other up and down it, the soap adding lubrication and therefore sensation to an already achingly sensitive crown. I had to hold onto his shoulders when his hand slipped down to my balls then under to my anus. My knees buckled and a cry of longing filled the room when a soapy finger pushed up and in to my tender cunt. Andy fucked his finger in and out of me as I writhed and moaned in absolute bliss. He kissed me before removing his finger and turning me round. He took my wrists in his hands and spread eagled my arms against the wall. I was lost in my own world of ecstasy so didn’t see the handcuffs being put on my right wrist and then being attached to the pipework until it was too late. He did the same with my left arm leaving me exposed and helpless. Stepping back Andy proceeded to completely ignore me for the next five minutes or so as he washed himself. By the time he touched me again I was desperate for attention and it was like an electric shock infused my body when he brought his hands back to my arse to pull my cheeks apart so he could push his cock head against the entrance to my fuck tunnel. He must have put some sort of waterproof lubricant on his cock as it slid effortlessly into me inch by thick inch until I felt his scratchy pubes press into my ass crack.

He kicked my legs apart and pulled my arse away from the wall so I was spread eagled and completely unable to move without collapsing and wrenching my arms. He held my waist firmly to prevent me slipping then slowly and methodically started to fuck his big tool in and out of me. I was still tender from the pummelling I had received earlier so the feelings I was experiencing as his thick hard dick stroked back and forth through my tingling and spasming cunt ring combined with the sensations coming from my prostate every time he pushed and pulled over it soon had me sobbing and begging to be fucked harder and faster.

The slow steady deep fuck continued as I whimpered in total submission. Is it possible to have anal orgasms? I honestly don’t know the answer but I can tell you that the attention he was giving my ass had heightened the sensitivity of it’s nerve endings to such a degree that I was transported to a higher plain. My entire world was centred on my cunt. I was totally oblivious to any other form of stimulation. My cock was only semi hard as it gently swung around completely ignored. I was vaguely aware that my tits were reacting to the feelings coursing through me because the stinging  water jets hitting them from the pipes in front of me were making them tingle.

I had completely given in to my daddy and simply hung there taking every millimetre of his seemingly endless cock. I was definitely tripping as the feelings became more intense, bordering on the painful. Incoherent noises were coming from my mouth and when I did open my eyes it was impossible to focus on anything.

I started to notice a difference in the rhythm and force of his thrusts and the grip on my waist tightened. He started adding an extra hard push every time his pelvis met my stretched crack and arse cheeks. He nudged my inner ring harder and harder, eventually breaking through. My cry of painful erotic bliss filled the house let alone the shower room and I continued to cry out in ecstasy as he increased the velocity and strength of each penetration. His dick was soon smashing and stretching my hole with abandon and I was loving every fucking minute of it. If I could have used any part of my over sensitised body to urge him deeper, harder, faster I would have. But the position he had me in meant I was unable to do anything. I was forced to go at his pace and the pleasure he was giving me kept building and building making my vocal utterances louder and louder and totally incomprehensible.

‘Daddy’s gonna cum now boy. Are you ready to take my seed?’ He slammed into me again and again like a machine and I screamed in pleasure as I felt him give one last momentous thrust as deep and hard as he was able. His own bellow matched the volume of my passionate cries and I felt my cunt filling up with his hot spunk. He held himself deep inside me as he spat rope after rope into my screamingly tender gut. His climax lasted a lifetime and by the time I realised it was over he was slumped over me, his arms wrapped tightly around me holding me up. He didn’t move until his exhausted fuck tool fell out of my gaping hole. He gently helped me to stand, rubbing sore and aching muscles as they were released from the unnatural positions they had been stuck in for so long. I cried out in pain when my arms were set free and Andy held me close and reigned kisses over my face and shoulders. He stood me under the warm soothing water and gently ran his hands over me. He took hold of my now flaccid member and began to manipulate it. I felt myself responding and within minutes I was rock hard and needing release. Andy sensed my impending orgasm and dropped to his knees. He took all of my seven hard inches into his mouth and sucked. That was all it took for me to throw my head back and cry out as the end of my cock exploded. My whole body went rigid as I unloaded my achingly full balls down my daddy’s throat. Pulse after pulse pushed more and more cum into his mouth, so much that he couldn’t swallow fast enough and when I had finished and was able to stand unaided I saw that he had my juice all over his chin. He stood and kissed me pushing his cum coated tongue into my mouth. The taste combination of his spit and my cum was the perfect conclusion to the sensory sex-fest we had just completed.

Andy turned the shower off and led me back to the conservatory, collecting two fluffy bathrobes on the way. He helped me into one of the warm and comforting robes then sat me down on the sofa. I lay back and tried to make sense of what had just happened. I was used to being in charge when I was fucked. I was always in control. Sure there had been occasions when I’d allowed myself to be subjugated for a little while by dominant tops but never had I been so helpless for so long as I had since meeting Andy – my dominant daddy. And I had bloody loved it. I especially loved that he got so much pleasure from using me. So far the sex we had shared had been mind blowing and was forcing a shift in the way I viewed myself. I enjoyed being submissive and having decisions about when and how I could actively participate made for me. It meant I concentrated on the task at hand – or mouth – or arse………. I decided not to overthink things. I was having fun and the sex was amazing. I was spending time with a professional well educated man whose only agenda I now accepted was our mutual sexual satisfaction.

‘Can you stay?’ Andy’s question snapped me back to reality. ‘If you can I’ll sort out some supper and a decent bottle of wine.’

‘I’m supposed to be up early in the morning. I scheduled to be in Hammersmith tomorrow.’

‘Would you consider bunking off and spending the day with Daddy?’ The wicked glint in his eyes and cheeky smile made my decision easy.

‘Where’s the phone? I’ll call in sick now. I might have to have two days off to make it look genuine.’

‘Phone’s in the kitchen and I’m sure having you around for a couple of days wouldn’t be too much hardship.’ His smile was infectious and I’m sure that when I got through to my Departmental Administrator to tell her I was ill and would be off work for a few days she knew damn well I was lying as I couldn’t get the silly grin off my face.

We settled down to spend an evening getting to know each other not bothering to dress and when it came to bedtime it was totally natural for me to share his bed where he gently and thoughtfully made love to me.

‘Sleep well son, I’ve a big surprise for you tomorrow and I need you to be well rested and fresh if you’re to fully enjoy it.’ I snuggled up to him and he spooned into me.

‘Good night Dad,’ I chuckled.

I felt a kiss on my exposed shoulder. ‘Good night boy.’

To be continued.