Tricked to be a bitch for Daddy

I dream this dream all the time. One day it actually happened. What is going on? How did he get into my dreams?

Somewhere I don't recognize I'm in a room with a rough, tough arrogant man. He is pushing me against the wall, angry at me for some reason. I'm am terrified. He is bigger and stronger than me. And I am his captive. I can't possibly fight back. He looks me up and down. He tells me he wants me to suck his cock like a whore. I've never done anything like that before. (Although I do think about it often.) I'm shaking my head and begging him to let me go. He tells me to shut up unless I want to call him Daddy. His hands are pressing me down to my knees. I try to resist, but I fail. My face is in his crotch. His jeans are opening and drop to the floor. I smell the manly odor of him. He pulls my hair forcing my mouth to taste it. It is already nearly erect. This act is really turning him on. "Suck it, bitch!"

My mouth opens and takes it. It's big and fat. It's salty and sweaty. He orders me to suck like a whore. My lips wrap tightly around it. I try to let it slide back into my throat. I do my best. But why?

I like the dream. But it never finishes with a load in my mouth. I suck and suck until I am exhausted and wake up in a sweat. 

I post these thoughts on this website. Roger calls me. He is a friend of my sister's. He is a construction worker who's been divorced 5 or 6 times. He drinks at a bar I know where all the guys are rough construction types. He says he has a gift for me. "Meet me at the bar and don't fucking be late, bitch!" was the message.

My cock twinged. What the fuck?

I am a fish out of water in here. I'm tall but a little skinny. I'm fit, but not a logger looking sort, like a lot of these guys. Roger sees me and quickly brings me to the bar stool next to his. He orders me a Bud Light. Everyone laughs. 

"If you don't want your sister to find out what a pathetic faggot you are, you're going to do exactly what I tell you. Got it?"

I slowly nod my head. Somehow I'm keeping it together. I'm not a fag. I've never even tried it once. I've always been to scared. Now it seems it is going to get shoved down my throat, so to speak. Ha!

"I've got a room in my basement. It's just right for this. We are going there. Going there now. Unless you're on your period? Are you? Are you on your period, bitch?"

I slowly shake my head.

The next thing I know, we are in his truck, then in his front door, then down the stairs, two beers in hand. On Bud Light, and one Miller.

"You and I are going to have some fun, my little friend." Roger explains as he is pulling off his plaid shirt. His muscles are big, with a bigger beer belly. He is dirty, sweaty and hairy. He is holding me firmly by the arm.

"I'm going to give you what you want. And you're going to give me what I want. Got it?" His pants hit the floor. His cock is long and fat. Bigger than in any of my many dreams. I suddenly remember my sister commenting one time about how his cock was so big some of his wives couldn't take it. Another divorce. 

As he was finishing undressing he was pulling me back deeper into the long, dark room. There was a large bench press bench with a bracket for holding the barbells. Weights were in stands all around on the floor. I heard the slap of a belt being pulled or snapped. My arms suddenly were pinned behind my back. A thick leather belt was wrapped several times around my wrists, tightening and buckled. "On your knees, bitch."

I fell to my knees in front of the bench. Roger sat on it in front of me. "I understand your stories. I understand your dreams. I understand you needed to be brought here by force. You needed a push, and no real way to say no. So, here we are. You can so no now, or you can be the bitch I know you are."

I just stared up at him. I couldn't speak. My hands are bound tight. But he said I could tell him no. Time stopped. I glanced down at his hard cock, inviting me to suck it. I looked back into his eyes. I must have looked pathetic. And then, for some crazy reason, I did speak.

"I guess, I can't say no."

I heard him mumble something like 'good bitch' or something. But his hand was on the top of my head, pulling my head down into his lap by my hair. My lips opened and I took it. My first. Well, not if you count hundreds of dreams. He spoke a little bit, but mostly he moaned and whispered for me to keep going. "Mmmm, that's good. Suck a little harder. Right there. Good boy. Good boy."

I sucked. That's what you're suppose to do, right? He liked it. It didn't take long either. Unlike my dreams, he blew a load almost right away. I swallowed gulp after gulp. He moaned and came more. I swallowed more. I licked and sucked it all off his cock. Gulping and sucking until he was spent. 

He removed the belt and gave me the Bud Light. We clinked bottles and drank together. "Did you enjoy that?' he asked. I nodded, and took another sip. "You handled my cock pretty well. Are you sure you don't have any experience with this?" I nodded again. "Good. We will keep this our secret. OK." I took a last drink of the beer and softly relied. "Yes, Sir."

Bill