Daddie and the Boi: Pt. 01 by thevoiceofcharity
Dive into the captivating world of “Daddie and the Boi: Pt. 01” by thevoiceofcharity, where passion and desire intertwine in an exhilarating tale of forbidden romance. Experience the magnetic chemistry and steamy encounters that will leave you breathless. Don’t miss out on this enticing journey of love and lust!
My eyeballs were clouded with sweat and I could feel my tongue swinging from side to side, my feet plodding at the pace of the treadmill. I resented myself for neglecting to bring my water-bottle to the gym as I gazed longingly at the litre the girl on machine next to me was intermittently sipping from. As her workout concluded she looked at me with a confused disgust (it took me a second to work out why, but I got there in the end) as I had been watching her juicy lips hold the rim of the bottle and savoured every drop that she licked from them. Wholly jealous. Despite this I continued my dehydrated jog feeling thirsty and pathetic.
When my time was up I made my way through the weights section where it just so happened that at this time of day the lonely bodybuilder types were lifting the weight of their angst and flexing the bulging muscles that appeared as though they were going to break out of the skin that topped them. Ever since my first girlfriend left me after five years of uninterrupted bliss I had been questioning my sexuality. My eyes popped as I tried to scurry through unseen. For the most part I was successful in reaching the water fountain, until after quenching my desire I raised my head and a 220lb tattooed man was stood over me. Seemingly irritated that my skinny ass was making him wait to fill up his water bottle. Shuddering I moved away as swiftly as I could hoping not to provoke anymore ire, as it was late and he had dropped the bar – disappointing himself. Granted, he picked it right back up and held it for what seemed like forever to prove I don’t know what to I don’t know who. I watched this display through the glass separating the amenities corridor from the main gym. After his successful feat he followed me out for his refreshment, bitter I had witnessed it.
After I had completed my stretches I was ready to go home and get in my bed. Porn videos and Netflix were practically screaming my name as I did my final lunges. As usual I entered the changing room to put my sweats on and collect my bag for the walk home – this evening it was eerily quiet as I was probably the last person out of the room, they were closing soon. I thought I was alone, then just as I pulled my sweatpants up, I felt two big hands on my waist holding me with a tight grip.
Gasping I turned my head to see the thirsty barbell dropper looking at me angrily. Once I had recovered my breath I opened my mouth to question him, but before I could speak he rammed his tongue into my open mouth kissing me in the most aggressive fashion. Tears came to my eyes. This was the first kiss since my girlfriend decided she couldn’t be with her high school boyfriend for the rest of her life as apparently I was ‘stunting’ her ‘personal development’. My heart was beating out of my – comparatively – unimpressive chest as he held me in this embrace inspecting my mouth with his tongue. Eventually he pulled away and I blinked utterly stunned by what had just happened, with a tone of complete normalcy he asked “did you drive here?”, as I hadn’t I shook my head. “Well” he said, “you’re coming with me” gesturing to the door, again I attempted to protest but he placed his finger on my lips shushing me. I walked to the door hoping he meant the carpark.
When I exited the building with my mysterious new lover in tow, I simply walked away hoping that we would never see each other again as I was burning with embarrassment having allowed this stranger to have his way with me so intimately. Gruffly he said “Where do you think you’re going boy?” (that I thought was rude) bluntly I responded.
“Home.”
He tutted at me as though I were a naughty child “I don’t think so, tonight you’re mine”. Adrenaline rushed through my body, it was either fear or sexual attraction from being ordered about by an alpha male. Couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I froze.
He grabbed my arm and led me to his car, opening the door as though I were across between a criminal and a member of the royal family pushing my head down as I came into contact with the seat which he immediately belted my into like I was a toddler. Shutting me in he climbed into the drivers seat and locked the doors. To put it simply I was too stunned to speak, such rudeness. He played some rap music that was not to my taste and pulled out of the car park.
My fight or flight had been engaged and I recognised that I did not know what the hell was happening to me right now. Spluttering out “where are you taking me? because you can’t…you’ll be arrested” undoing the seatbelt and attempting to open the locked door. All he could do was turn the music down slightly and spoke with a calm condescending voice that made all the gravity seemingly leave my body and my brain feel fuzzy, “I am taking you to my place little boi, I’ve been watching you fag and you’re gonna be my bitch”. Not believing the nonsense he was deploying I shouted “YOU CANT MAKE ME!” my tone was unsteady and he laughed at my inability to control my self. “Actually boy, I can. I’ve seen you around and you look as though you need a firm hand, someone to mould you and make you tough rather than moping around the place hoovering the mood. It’s not something I want to see, so we will be doing something about it. From now on you belong to me is that clear?”
The sound I made was borderline disgusting “hmmmmmm”. Staring at my trainers all I wanted to do was cry. Naturally given the circumstances I was scared to show weakness, so I just kind of whined at him. My whole life flashed before my eyes and everything I had ever done, seen or said seemed to be meaningless so I had to surrender to this beast. The guy was not contented with my response so he repeated himself ‘is that clear?’, blinking the tears mingled with my eyelashes threatening to fall. Weakly I let out a quite “yes”.
He turned off the music and the silence was like the sound after a gunshot, angrily he turned his stacked neck towards me and growled through gritted teeth “yes what, boi?”
Conceding defeat I whined “yes sir” and received an unwanted pat on the head. Then he grabbed my chin kissed me again put his hand on my dick before pulling out the car keys and announcing that we were at his apartment.
I got out of the car and followed him into the complex still terrified. Reaching his living room he sat down while I stood before him shaking. Gesturing to my body he licked his lips and told me to undress, as I stood even colder and more scared than before, he looked me up and down. “You can get on your knees while I run you through some basic expectations; you will address me as Daddie when we are alone and sir in public. I now own you and your body. You shall commit your life to being my boi and following my every command both sexual and domestic.” I nodded too ashamed to look him in the face. “When we gym you shall be my slave serving me as a towel boy, cleaning up after me and carrying my water. Here; I shall be taking that sweet bottom and claiming it as my own.”