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New Series - 'Yes Daddy' - He was so muscular and manly. I needed him. I wanted to submit to him and he would make me, every time.

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PART I / CH. 01 - FIRST ENCOUNTER (preview)

He sat a short distance away from me, right in my line of site, across from the seat I was sitting in, on my train ride home. Occasionally, we exchanged looks. I didn't pay much attention to what was occurring as I switched between looking out the window and looking at him, just to find his eyes on me. It had me intrigued. The way he stared at me; his eyes deeply set on me as if to communicate without words.

I smiled, sort of devilishly knowing he would see but knowing I could play the same game as I continuously made eye contact with him. The next stop would come, and people would pile in, filling the train but somehow, I could still find his eyes watching me, saying everything without saying a word. If we were alone, we would be all over each other.

I bit my lips at the thought of it. My eyes still on him, undressing him with my eyes as I took in the view of him. His muscular physique, the way he sat to how he focused on me like I was the only one on the train, even with the crowd.

We would reach a stop before the train would go express and it was the stop where the crowd filled the train, blocking the view of him completely. It left me back to staring out the window, staring at the random infrastructure of the train tunnels to the stops that the train would pass by.

We would finally make it to the first stop for the crowd to empty and with that, my eyes searched for him. Looking to find him in my line of sight but he was no longer there. More stops, more people exiting, more moments of me trying to figure out which stop he had gotten off at until my eyes found him again. His eyes watching me, from a different seat and with that we were both locked in again with each other.

My stop was approaching but the way we were in tuned, I couldn't see myself exiting. I couldn't take my eyes off him, and he continued watching me. What was my plan? Miss my stop, continue riding till the end of the line and then ride the train back? That was silly. Other option was to take it to a stop where there would be a reason for me to get off and then go back home from there. The anticipation of something transpiring between us had grew, I moved closer to again have a better angle to watch him, watching me.

It was clear what our eyes were both saying, and it wasn't just me. My stop came and went. The next stop; last chance to get off somewhat close to home. The next stop, okay, I wanted to see where this would go. Two more stops, and there were 3 stops remaining but only 2 for me. We could say something, but no words needed to be said as the train had emptied, leaving few of us left. The train pulled into the station, and I stood in the doorway, waiting for it to come to a stop, luckily enough he had also gotten up.

Now, the question became was this his stop or had he been waiting for me to get off so we could explore each other. In my mind it made sense but now that the train doors opened, and everyone walked towards exits, I walked along nervously considering what could happen next. He walked behind me and then passed me, but we were walking in the same direction. There was a restaurant nearby that made the stop a choice, but food was long from my mind as he continued to watch me.

We approached a building that he walked towards. It was passed the restaurant and in the next point for me was a friend who lived nearby, but he had turned to me as he opened the door, nodding for me to come with him.

And I did.

Hey.

We were alone at last. I didn't know what to say as I found myself grinning but nervous that this was happening.

"The whole time I was trying to resist but you kept staring." He said at one point. "I even changed seats so I could be good tonight and just come home but..."

"I wasn't sure how to react but you're too sexy not to stare,"

"Thank you,"

"Nice place,"

All the pleasantries and introductions -- we both knew exactly what led us here. He offered me a drink which I took but there was only one drink I wanted and that was him.

What are you into?

What do you like to do?

He sat in front of me on the coffee table in front of his couch. So close that I couldn't help but look at his physique and take in the full mass of him now that we were inches apart. My nerves had grown, not knowing what to do or what to say but obviously not able to take my eyes off him.

"You're so cute," he said, laughing, probably noticing my reaction to him. His hands began touching my legs. Caressing them as he continued to look directly into me. "Are you nervous,"

I didn't want to admit it, so I said no, while attempting to laugh it off. His eyes studying me, along with his body heat from the closeness was intoxicating. He moved in to kiss me. And that was all it took for it to go from this soft, meeting of our mouths to this passionate, wanting to devour each other kiss. He leaned into me, pushing me back on to the couch as he climbed onto of me. His full weight was on top of me. He was already taller and more muscular than me, but the feeling was everything I wanted.

The way he overpowered me, as he moved me around on his couch, controlling my body, moving me into positions for him to grind against me was too hot. I quickly fell into his desires, wanting whatever he wanted of me. I could feel his dick throbbing against mine, awakening something in me as he continued kissing me, holding both my arms as his body pressed me into the couch.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful," he spoke as he leaned up from me, grabbing my face as he moved over me. His crotch moving to my chest as he pulled his dick from his shorts to push it in my face.

My mouth was ready as he inched closer pushing his dick into my lips. He pushed further, entering my mouth as I gladly sucked while he thrusted in and out of my mouth. I was insatiable. I wanted more. I wanted him in my throat. I moaned for more as he used my mouth.

So good.

Yeah.

Suck my dick.

"This is what you wanted?"

Author's notes: Preview of Part I or Chapter 1. This may end up being a short story or a series... but it's definitely fun to write as well as create video and art around it. Currently available on Patreon. Titled 'Yes, Please' on Patreon because their TOS but is intended to be 'Yes, Daddy'... Feedback is welcomed.

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PART I / CH. 01 - FIRST ENCOUNTER (cont.)

I nodded and moaned yes, with my mouth filled with his dick. I was his and it was that acknowledgment that let things go further as this muscular man slipped out of my mouth and moved my body. I would go wherever he wanted. He pulled me up to continue kissing me as he began to lead me away from the couch to the bedroom.

Fuck.

This was too hot. I loved how aggressive he had become as he pushed me on the bed and climbed back on top of me.

“I want to see your hole.” He grunted as he flipped me over, pulling my pants down to my ankles as he bent my legs to my face and dove in for his meal. I was in heaven when his tongue began to invade my insides, teasing me but making me want more.

I moaned for more. I needed more of him.

“Fuck. Oh. Fuck.” I moaned, before his hands covered my mouth to quiet my moans as he went deeper. I still moaned. He came up for air, only to grind his dick into my hole. If it wasn’t known, my body felt open, awaiting him to enter, ready to be fucked.

“You want this dick,” he asked.

“Yes,”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir,”

“This my hole?”

“Yes, sir.”

He spit, letting his saliva lubricate my hole before he was back to thrusting his dick into me, pushing in, slowly going deeper and deeper inside of me.

“Fuck,”

He felt so good. He began thrusting slow before speeding up, pushing his dick inside. I was his. He knew it. He moved my body away as he slipped out of me to pull his shorts off fully, then fully pulled my pants off before going for my shirt. The thin material stretched as he aggressively pulled it over my head.

I wanted more.

My body moved to his control as he turned me around, making me arch my back into him. My shirt was off my body but still around me. He slid his dick back inside and pulled my shirt as he thrusted deeper and deeper, making the shirt choke me slightly.

It felt too good.

I wanted to be used like this.

He thrusted faster and faster, pushing me down into his bed.

“Yessss. More please. Fuck you feel so good,”

He was smacking and grabbing and squeezing my ass and I was loving every minute of it.

I moaned.

He went harder, pinning me to the bed with his body weight as he thrusted deeper and deeper. We were both breathing hard as his arms wrapped around my neck as he fucked me deeper.

“It’s yours. Fuck me, harder,”

I loved the feeling of his weight all over me.

“Suck my dick,” he uttered as he flipped me over again. He took his spot, laying on his back, pulling my head into his crotch as my mouth immediately went to taking him in, licking and sucking him up as if it was all I needed. He was pulling my head, pushing me down, letting his dick going down my throat.

I could barely catch my breath, but I wanted this, to service this man. He let his legs wrap around me, locking me in between his leg as his dick filled my mouth. I wanted every bit of him. I didn’t care that I couldn’t catch my breath. I needed him. The feeling of his muscular body under me as my hands felt their way around. I needed him.

He moaned in pleasure, releasing me to let me breathe, letting me take control of him, sucking and licking his dick. It was only for a second before he was back, pushing my head into him, holding me so his dick would stay inside of me.

“You want more?”

“Yes please,”

He would give me more, no matter what. He knew I wanted more. He knew he could have me any way he wanted. He released me, letting me suck him up again.

His moans made me go harder. His dick was everything I needed. He let himself slip out of my mouth again to pull me across his lap. My back arched as his hand moved over my ass before his fingers found their way inside of my hole.

He was licking and biting my cheeks as he felt his way inside of me.

“Fuck, that’s your hole,”

“Shhh,” He continued digging inside of me. “Turn around,”

I did what he said, turning to lay on my back as he pulled my legs up, letting my ass move into position for him to slide back inside.

“Fuck my hole sir,”

He slid back inside and began fucking me again, thrusting deeper and deeper again. I couldn’t control my moaning. His hands covered my mouth as he continued hitting it, grunting and moaning and releasing all of his testosterone.

“You like my dick,”

I nodded under his hands.

“Yeah?” he asked again.

I nodded again.

“Yeah,” he began kissing and licking my face. It was a passionate moment as his strokes continued slowly before he planted one kiss on my lips before leaning back to grip my legs again. He went back to pounding me again.

“Fuck. Yess.” I moaned.

“I’m going to cum,” he yelled.

He continued pushing inside of me.

Cum inside. I thought.

I felt him release as he fell into me, wrapping his arms around me as he pushed his dick in and held me into his body.

He felt so manly. His man scent filling my nose as his body pressed against mine. His face, falling to my shoulders as he let himself release all he had inside of me. He began slowly grinding again and let my face move into his underarms. just as I wanted — more of his man scent all over me, all over my face. The sweat from his body mixing it in as he moved his body into me; all of his weight on top of me.

I moaned for him. I moaned for more.

“Come here,” he grabbed me up. His strong arms pulling me around. “Let me see that hole,”

It wasn’t a request as he was already pushing me down to let my ass hang in the air. His hands spreading my cheeks and squeezing my body as he pushed my face into his dick.

“Push it out,”

The cum filled insides came sliding out as he handled my body, letting his fingers caress my hole and enter as he coated my cheeks with his cum.

“Good boy,”

That’s all I wanted to be. His good boy.

He continued smacking my ass, controlling my body, pushing my face into his underarms, his hairy chest, his abs — my tongue licking all over his manly body.

“Suck my dick.” he wanted more of me as his thick dick, still semi hard was back in my mouth and his fingers were teasing my hole, again.

“Fuck,” I moaned.

“Good boy,” he repeated multiple times. He pulled me up again, with my face pressed against his sweaty body. Sliding my face up and down against his muscles. I wanted to lick every inch of him.

He kissed and bit wherever his lips found themselves.

“That’s what you wanted. Right?”

I nodded.

He stood as he held my face. “My good boy.”

I watched him parting from me, taking in the view of his muscular body drenched in sweat. He looked so good. I couldn’t believe where we found ourselves. My mind replaying our session as he stared into me as he moved away slowly. His eyes calling for me. I followed him out of the bed.

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YES, DADDY
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PART II / CH. 02 - USE ME (preview)

When the shower water began running. I watched his body as he stepped under the water. The water dripping down, washing away the sweat and the passion he possessed in the other room. I stood in awe watching his body as he faced away from me, and I took in the view of his back muscles down to his round ass. The movements he made as he washed away the fuck we just had.

I may have lingered a bit too long, not knowing what move I should make or if he wanted me there. His demeanor seemed to ignore my presence as he faced away but that changed once he turned to see me standing there. His eyes called for me and I immediately found myself in front of him. His hands, strong, manly began caressing over me, washing my body as we stood under the water together.

He moved me around, letting the soap lather my body before I felt him press his body against mine. There was something about how his body dominated mine. His large stature and muscular physique overtook mine.

There was something about being next to him that I couldn’t help but want more of. Especially when he moved me into the shower wall and begin grinding against me with his body, helping the soap and water spread between us. His movements controlled mine and I could feel his dick moving in between his body and the crack of my ass, slowly grinding up and down. His whole body was pinning me to the wall as he began kissing my neck.

Fuck. This was too hot. He was too hot.

I moaned.

He was grunting.

I wanted more of him. Were we about to fuck again? My body ached for more, as if he didn’t already pound me into the bed.

“You love this feeling, don’t you?”

“Yes,”

“You like it when daddy do you like that?”

“Yes,”

His hand found its way around my neck, pulling me off the wall and into his embrace. My head leaned into his muscular frame as he held me. Turning us around so he could lean against the shower wall and to grip me tightly against his body as he continued grinding.

“Want me to fuck you again?”

He knew I did.

I nodded as has hand, gripping my neck, tilted my head up to him and his lips came down to mine, kissing me and letting his tongue invade my mouth.

Fuck. I never expected this encounter to feel this good, but the eyes called for us to connect, as we watched each other on the train ride and now all of the desires we had for each other was being released in this moment.

His grinding had awakened him again and I could feel his hard dick thrusting in the space between us. I was ready to feel it. The feeling was too good having all of his mass against me, rubbing against me, holding me in his strong manliness. He continued to grunt.

His movements harder and faster. Thrusting into me, in an attempt to open me up to his hard dick waiting to fuck me, or maybe he wanted to tease me more; make me beg for him to fuck me. Our moans and grunts were the only sounds aside from the running water. They grew louder and louder the faster he thrusted into me. His hands remaining around my neck.

I moved to his rhythm. When he moved me to face him, I did so with his commands. His mouth returned to mine and we kissed under the running water. It felt as if he could devour me at any moment.

He turned me back around and I was back pressed against the wall. His body staying with me as if we were inseparable. His grinding continued.

“Open up for daddy,” his voice echoed in my ear as I felt his hand slide between my cheeks to tease my hole. I was already open.

He moved, slightly rough but tender. I couldn’t help myself. I wanted more.

“Fuck me,”

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you?”

As if he needed to ask. I was already spreading my legs and arching my back to him under his hands that controlled my body. His fingers continued teasing my hole and his hard dick stood at attention, ready to enter me again.

He didn’t waste any more time and immediately thrusted inside me, going all the way inside without warning. I let out the loudest of moans and his hand found their way to covering my mouth and the other wrapped around my waist, pulling me into his thrust as he began to pound me into the shower wall.

I gave him control — rather, he took it and I was just a hole needing him to fill me. He was ferocious and I liked it. He couldn’t be tamed and that was the best part because I didn’t want it any other way. I didn’t want this feeling to end.

The sound of him pounding me became louder and the water cascading down splashed with every movement. I was moaning but inside I was yelling, screaming, yearning for more.

“Deeper daddy.”

He pounded faster and faster, slowing occasionally to press his body against mine and letting all of his muscles rub against my back, then he would continue pounding me harder as he gripped my waist, as his hands felt over my abs, jerked on my dick, grabbed on my chest. He kissed all over my neck, then my cheek and tiled my face to kiss my lips again.

Fuck. He was fucking me so good.

It was like we both had been waiting to meet, waiting to connect with each other for the sex to be this. It’s what we deserved. It’s what I deserved as I moaned for more. Of course, using me was what daddy deserved.

“Yes, daddy,”

I could hear myself giving daddy what he wanted. I could hear how I gave in and became his good boy. Who had I become? Who did he make me? Was this person always inside of me?

The water to the shower cut off. I didn’t realize it was still going. I didn’t realize I needed a break from the pounding I wanted. He slid out of me and turned me to face him. The strength of this band was almost intimidating. There was an edge about him that excited me. His hand held my chin, tilting my face as his eyes pierced into mine. I could feel my face returning a look to him — a yearning, a sign of approval, a look of desire for him — to please him, to do anything for him, to be whatever he wanted.

“Good boy,”

He pushed my head down to his chest. I had to admit, this was my favorite thing — my face pressed against his manly chest, feeling the hairs brush against my face as he made me feel every inch, down to his abs and then back up to his meaty chest. I inhaled him. He was becoming what I wanted — no, needed to breathe. He moved my face to his underarms and guided me to the crease where hair grew and pushed me further into him.

I couldn’t get enough.

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PART II / CH. 02 - USE ME (continued)

The feel of his body, this close to my face was still not enough. It felt too good. He moved my head again, pushing me down across his chest and abs and down to his throbbing cock. I lowered myself down so his dick was in my face, sliding across before reaching my lips.

The heat from his body was even more intoxicating as his large frame hovered over me and the space between his crotch, my face and the wall behind me, closed in. I took him into my mouth, and he immediately pushed all the way in to the back of my throat. I almost gagged but my body wanted him there and welcomed him in as he pushed down my throat.

This was all I would know as my mouth became a throat for him to fuck and he was back to his ferocious thrusting, this time into my throat. The noises I was making, I couldn’t describe but it was worth it for me to hear him grunt and moan and tell me how much of a good boy I was, and to keep sucking that dick.

I had no choice. Even though I would choose for him to handle me just as he was, thrusting in and out of my mouth, letting my mouth fill with saliva as his dick became lubricated enough for easy access to my throat. I could taste his juices — the precum as he kept pushing into me. His hands gripped my head when there was moments he wanted to stop thrusting, and he held me into his hairy bush.

I refused to tap out, even though the pressure was building, and the intensity of the moment made it hard to breathe but also made me want to gag. He knew exactly when to let up and release me from his hold, to again call me his good boy.

All for you daddy.

It was all I could think, as I attempted to catch my breath. He playfully smacked my face and let his dick tap against my face as well.

“Come here,” he spoke, as he helped me up, to once again kiss me and let his tongue invade my mouth. His body again pressing against me, with all of his weight, pushing me against the wall.

This was a man.

I could stay under him forever.

We exited the shower and I watched as he dried himself with a towel and lost myself in the view of him and the way the towel wiped over his body, the way I should have or the way I wanted to — even though I had, it was hard to look at his body getting wiped down and not think of how he could use me. He pulled me close and proceeded to dry me off, kissing me whenever the towel passed over a spot. There was no personal space separating us.

Fuck. I loved this — him.

We returned to the bedroom, a reminder of where things really took off between us. Looking at the aftermath, I couldn’t help but envision how daddy handled me there. The ruffled sheets and cover hanging off the floor reminded me of the pounding I took here.

He proceeded to fix up the bed, grabbing covers and making the bed. I was still in awe of his muscular stature as he did the smallest of things. He found a spot in the center of the bed and propped himself up against the headboard.

What a view.

He looked to me, taking in the view of him.

“Get over here sexy,”

Yes, daddy.

I made my way over, climbing into bed as he led me in between his meaty thighs. His hands guided me to a spot between his open legs and my head rested on the space below his abs, just above his dick. It was like this was the place I belonged all along. It was easy to relax into the rhythm of his breathing and the quietness of the room.

We stayed like this for a while. My heart was still beating fast, from how intense things felt. I thought either of us might drift off, until I felt him shift under me. He let out a exhausted moan, or sound that felt to show his satisfaction before his voice finally broke the quiet.

“You know,” he started, his voice piercing with manliness, “I don’t even know your name.”

A small laugh escaped me, as I looked up seeing the shape of his abs as my eyes found his face. Now that he mentioned it, I realized the passion that overcame us, threw out any of the conversation that normally comes before what we had experienced. “Crazy, huh? But… I don’t know yours, either.” I seemingly joked back. In my mind he was daddy.

He chuckled, and there was a warmth to it that made my stomach twist in a way that came from the realization that I was here, his body under my face. His body heat, engulfing me and his eyes, meeting mine as if for the first time, in addition to his smile — even that expression made me want to call him daddy.

“Jason,” he said, his voice stern and confident. He paused, as if letting the moment settle, and I felt him studying me, waiting. I could feel the gravity of his gaze on me, as if the moment I said my name, we would move into new territories.

I thought about it, and finally answered. “Daniel.”

He repeated it, almost like he was testing how it felt on his tongue. I didn’t know why that little detail felt important, but hearing my name like that, without any pretense or expectation, felt oddly intimate. Like he wasn’t just saying it—he was accepting it, claiming it in a way. Daniel: his good boy.

He looked up toward the ceiling, the feeling of vulnerability creeping into his masculinity. “Funny, I don’t usually do this kind of thing. Not that you’re… not that I regret anything,” he added quickly, and there was a sincerity in his eyes that made me want to reassure him.

“I get it,” I murmured. “This — I wasn’t expecting… I’m still lost for words at how good that felt. and how good you feel and how you pulled that out of me.” I could see the surprise on his face, like he hadn’t expected me to say that. I wasn’t sure why, but there was something in his expression that made me feel like he knew exactly what I meant.

He shifted, propping himself up more to where my face was now side by side with his legs. “So, I pulled that out of you, Daniel?”

The emphasis on my name turned me on. Yes, daddy. He knew exactly what I was talking about.

He ran a hand over my face, I was searching for the words. How could I explain it further without it sounding a way. It was almost like the experience was out of body for me, like I had become a different person. “Maybe… fucking me like that — like I wanted, like I needed. How was that possible? Is that just what comes with all of this?” I offered, almost as a question, while overlooking his muscular frame. Holding back on the urge to let him know just how daddy he felt. Was this how he fucked everyone?

Jason’s eye raised, and he smiled slightly. “And the way your eyes stared into me was on me?” He reached down to me, gesturing for me to sit up. I did and faced him, his fingers find their way to my face. “So intense, those eyes. You wanted it, didn’t you?”

I did. And I wanted him to know it. And he knew it. Because his eyes found mine, and stayed with me, because he wanted that to. And my eyes fell to that same expression again as I sat across from him. Look away. No, don’t.

His eyes returned a gaze and I could hear in the look he gave me, “Keep looking at me like that and I will fuck you,”

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