Rough Daddy

I had never had preconceived notions about guys. I was always floored by friends who had lists of ‘requirements’ when it came to men. The supplications of height, body size, eye colour, hair colour, and etcetera, always amazed me. For me, the attraction was purely based on the individual, and if chemistry got ignited when I met someone, looks were of secondary importance.

At a friend’s party one evening, my life changed dramatically when I met Larry. Larry was exceptionally hairy. As aforementioned, this did not faze me. I had never been especially attracted nor put off by hairy men. On top of that, Larry was also rather bulky, but his size didn’t daunt me. His dark skin and jet black hair dreamily accentuated his manliness. Above all, Larry had the most expressive and engaging brown eyes I had ever seen.

As the evening progressed, it soon became clear that Larry was enormously attracted to my waiflike body. As, Andrew, our host, later informed me, Larry had a preference for frail blond guys like me. As the gathering matured, Larry became more and more possessive over me, with his hairy paws constantly commandeering my body.

When I extricated myself to visit the toilet later, I bumped into Andrew, who informed me that since Larry was besotted with me, I needed to be careful of him.

“Larry is very rough and controlling,” Andrew prudently advised me, before continuing, “His last lover left him after having to visit the hospital on three occasions.”

“Did he beat up his lover?” I shocking inquired.

“No, but Larry is very strong and rough and he tends to get carried away at times,” Andrew sagely forewarned me.

What Andrew didn’t know about me that I had a predilection for rougher sex and loved controlling daddies. The mention of the hospital, however, had me worried.

“Was his lover badly injured?” I reiterated.

“No, not too badly. A sprained wrist, a bruised rib that fortunately wasn’t broken, and a stitch or two on his lip,” Andrew finally concluded.

“Is that why the lover left?” I inquired.

“Presumably yes. But Todd, his lover, also complained about the constant anal abuse from Larry,” Andrew additionally informed me.

“What are we talking about?” I incredulously asked.

“I can’t answer that for sure… Because Todd still hasn’t told me the full story,” Andrew concluded, before adding, “I think Larry was just too rough for him.”

When I returned to the group with who I had been chatting, my mind was in a spin. As Larry’s paw once more requisitioned my shoulder, I wondered just how rough Larry would be.

Before long, Larry’s appropriation of me began to escalate. First, his hand moved from my shoulder and down my back, before he began to grope my arse roughly. Next, his other hand clutched my chin before he began animatedly kissing me. The intensity of his control as I got solidly clamped was unbelievably exciting. 

As I began to ponder where things were heading, Larry nibbled on my ear and whispered, “You’re coming home with me.”

Even though he informed me of this in an undertone, I knew that his suggestion was an order and not a request. I knew that at this point I had to make up my mind because I could sense that our departure was not far off. If I was going to escape, it had to be now.

Unfortunately, his powerful fingers had begun to trace the seam of the shorts I was wearing, compressing the fabric between my cheeks and making me fuckin’ horny. 

‘Oh fuck, if I don’t go through with this I might end up regretting my decision,’ I reasoned. After all, it wasn’t a marriage proposal and hopefully, his ardency would be tempered by an initial sense of moderation. 

When I finally got told that we were leaving, I followed like an obedient lamb.

As I followed his motorbike back to his apartment, I was excited and nervous, hoping like hell that I wouldn’t have to rely on medical attention that night.

Once we got into his apartment, Larry instantly got down to business. As Larry commenced groping and kissing me, my arse received several hefty slaps. In the melee of his actions, Larry bit my earlobe and barked, “I hope you’re not a fuckin’ sissy!”

Before I could even respond, his paw gripped the back of my neck and I found myself being frogmarched off to his bedroom. Once there, my clothing got roughly removed from my body.

“Jesus, you’re a fine-looking bitch… I’m gonna enjoy fucking you,” Larry growled as he scanned my body.

Larry then began to undress, and he was even hairier than I had imagined, and when his underpants got removed I saw the weirdest looking genital package I had ever seen. Apart from being swamped in hair, his shortish dark shaft was thick and veiny, topped off with the biggest purple mushroom head I had ever seen on a cock. Manacled in front of the mushroom, Larry had a substantial cock-ring with two large steel balls separating the industrial-looking construction. It was hectic! The entire spectacle was nestled on the most voluptuous-looking pouch of gonads imaginable.

‘This is going to push me to my limits,’ I thought to myself.

After affording me the ‘privilege’ of viewing the arse wrecking I was about to receive, Larry chuckled ominously before lifting me and throwing me face down on his bed. I had scarcely touched down before my legs got plucked asunder, and his face crashed into my crack.

For the next several minutes his tongue plundered my pucker before his thick fingers commenced invading my portal. One, then two fingers followed before a third started stabbing my hole. Larry constantly spat, lubricating my ‘traumatized’ arse for his final onslaught. Much as I wriggled about, his powerful slapping and compressing hands left me in no doubt about what would follow.

When Larry’s body moved forward and I felt the steel ring rubbing my pucker ominously, I knew that the mushroom from hell would soon follow. Although it hurt like hell as the mushroom compressed its way inward, a compliant horniness had by now overwhelmed me. As the abnormally large orb asserted its dominance, I began simpering like a bitch in heat. The entire scenario of having an alpha subjugating me had nullified my discomfort, and I wanted to revel in the ‘agony’ of my vanquishing. No man, ever before, had turned me on more than this.

In harmony with Larry’s grunting, I began to plead for him to ‘abuse’ me. The following several minutes of my ‘torture’ were the most exhilarating moments of my entire sex life. When Larry finally grabbed hold of my elbows and manically began pulling me onto his cock, I shot the biggest load of my life on the sheets below me. The bruises on my arms were well worth the effort.

Afterward, Larry and I lay side by side as he gently kissed me.

Lifting his head later, Larry looked into my eyes and said, “I am glad that you’re not a sissy like the last little cunt. I think you and I are going to get on famously.”  

“Yes, daddy,” I coyly answered, dreaming about our next encounter.

For the rest of the night, Larry demonstrated the duality of his sexual approach and lovingly displayed his versatility. Much as he continued to dominate me, we sixty-nined and assumed a multitude of gratifying sexual positions. His roughness became exhilarating and my head was constantly pawed by his strong hands, as he slapped, speared his fingers into my mouth, and regularly compressed my throat. Even the odd flat-fisted thump on my back and chest did not alarm me. The one thing I did realize, however, was that my nipples and arse would be sore for days afterward.

On Sunday, we had a relaxed breakfast and enjoyable morning as he showed me around his home. I was then treated to sublime lunch at a favourite country venue that he favoured. I felt sure that I was being given a demonstration of what life with him would be like in the future as he consistently told me how much he had enjoyed my company.

We comprehensively discussed my current living arrangements, and the fully furnished apartment I was renting. When Larry tentatively commenced discussing our possible cohabitation, I was left in no doubt that he would take care of matters as far as my termination of that situation was concerned.

Once we returned to his home, a final surprise awaited me. Before Larry fucked me again, I got given a severe spanking. The short strap he used ignited my backside to such an extent, that his ‘weapon of mass destruction’ barely registered as he thumped my arse.

When I drove home I knew that I had got shown the full repertoire of his needs. My only decision was if I would cope.

My entire body ached that night as I got into bed. Strangely, the discomfort was incredibly stimulating, and I knew I could happily adapt to Larry’s predilections.

During that week Larry took care of everything, as he had promised, and by Friday night I was driving to my new home.

As I arrived, Larry welcomed me at the door. Without missing a beat, he said, “Time to go upstairs to the ‘torture chamber,’ I believe you have been a very bad boy this week.”

Larry had an evil grin on his face.