“Mmm-hmm,” Chris said. He could taste it in his mouth, and all down his throat. “I like your squirts, daddy.”
“I know you do, Chris, and you can have it whenever you want. And whenever I want, of course.”
“Oh, thank you, daddy!” Chris exclaimed. “When will I get to squirt?”
“Probably another couple years, Chris, but that’s OK, daddy doesn’t like boy squirts. He just likes giving good boys his squirts.”
“How many boys have had your squirts, daddy?” Chris asked, suddenly jealous. He wanted to be new daddy’s only good boy.
“Not very many, Chris, and it’s been a long time since i had any good boys like you. I think you might be the best boy I’ve ever had. You’ll be making me happy for a long time, Chris.”
“Good, I don’t wanna share my daddy’s squirts,” Chris said. He was beginning to feel like he had a real daddy now.
“They’re all for you, Chris,” New daddy said. Now, lay back and rub yourself like i showed you, Chris.” Chris lay back on the bed, the pillow cool under his hot little head. He began rubbing his stiff penis up and down. “Just like that, Chris, good boy. Can you taste daddy still?” does it make you warm inside, Chris?”
“Mmm-hmm,” Chris moaned. He could feel something building inside him, a pressure aching to come out. It got bigger and bigger until Chris thought he couldn’t take any more, then his body exploded with tingles and he felt all the pressure draining out through his penis. “Aaahhooohdaddy.”
“Good boy, Chris,” new daddy said. “I bet that felt good. Now, it’s nap time. Get comfortable, Chris, you’re going to be in this bed for a long time.
“Yes, daddy,” Chris said sleepily. His last thought before falling asleep was “daddy tastes good. I love my new daddy.” As he drifted off, new daddy got up and walked across the bedroom. Chris could see him open a drawer and take out something that looked like rope, then his eyelids grew too heavy to lift and he sank into dreamland.
“This should do nicely,” new daddy thought. He took the rope from the drawer, and moved slowly back to the bed, careful not to wake the sleeping boy. He gently took Chris’ arm by the wrist, held it against the bedpost, and wrapped the rope around it. “This one’s not going to get away,” he thought. “Not until I’m done with him.” He made sure the rope would not restrict blood flow to the hand, then cinched the knot tight. As he moved around to tie the other arm, the boy stirred, then stilled. Chris’ breathing had become deep and even, new daddy knew he was deep in sleep. He tied Chris’ other arm in the same fashion, then took Chris’ underwear, still damp and smelling of the boy’s urine, and placed it on Chris’ head. “Sweet dreams, boy. Your nightmare hasn’t begun, yet.”