A gay story: The Alluring Scent of Submission The Alluring Scent of Submission
Just the scent of SUBMISSION can be inescapable.
WARNING: This is a twisted tale of drugged mind control, gay submission, reluctant male on male sex, involves a suit and tie fetish with a dash of foot worship, suggestions of crossdressing and a hint of incest, so if you find those things at all objectionable, please move on. Everyone is over 18 and you should not try this at home.
STRAIGHT MEN BE WARNED: This is a story of a complete MINDFUCK! This is the tale of a man just like you, so if you are “just curious” DO NOT PROCEED! If you work in a suit and tie office setting, you WILL find yourself wanting to experience “just one” of the acts described herein “just once”. If you do, there may be no turning back for you from a life of sexual submission to men! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED…
You step out of the gym feeling invigorated and sweaty after your workout. Hopping into your truck you catch sight of the suit hanging in the back. Your cousin’s wedding the day before yesterday was fun and you are finally over your hangover so hitting the gym felt great, but if you don’t return your usher suit rental today you’ll have to pay a late fee. You pull into the parking lot of a small shopping center and head for the tuxedo rental place in the back.
The doorbell chimes as you enter the shop. You walk past the rows of tuxedos that have been worn by countless men at countless milestones in their lives. The shelves beyond the racks contain an endless supply of shirts, shoes, ties, belts and suspenders in a rainbow assortment of colors. This high-end establishment exudes the same masculine aura as your gym locker room, but with a genteel sensibility that exudes money and entitlement.
You head for the returns counter that is manned by a fit, distinguished gentleman of about fifty who is impeccably dressed from head to toe in a well-tailored suit and perfectly groomed from his haircut to his manicured fingernails. You can’t help but feel outclassed by your surroundings in your hoodie, soggy shorts, tee shirt and sneakers.
“Dropping off, sir?” he enquires politely. There is no hint of snobbery about him and he instantly puts you at ease as he takes your outfit and places it on the counter. “Will only take a minute, sir. I just need to make sure it’s complete. Let’s see, shoes, pants, jacket, waistcoat, shirt, bowtie. Very good. It will just take a moment to print out your receipt. While we are waiting, can I interest you in sampling one of our exclusive scents?” He takes a small bottle of cologne from a rack behind the counter. “Please close your eyes and hold your breath a moment, sir.” You comply with a bit of a smile, thinking the effete gent must be offended by the smell of a real man. PFFT! A cloud of sweet-smelling envelopes you and you give it a quick sniff. Hmm… Not really something you would usually wear but there is something alluring about the scent.
“I see you are enjoying “SUBMISSION” for men. Forgive me, but we are required to say the name frequently to promote the brand. Allow me to assist you in sampling “SUBMISSION” properly.” The clerk takes the small bottle and applies a spray to each of your wrists and then rubs them together. He notes your reaction. “Yes, it tingles, doesn’t it? That’s the pleasurable sensation that a man like yourself can only get from “SUBMISSION” for men.”
The tingle in your wrists spreads throughout your body and you find yourself focusing on the clerks every word. His piercing blue eyes seem to bore into you as he holds your wrists up before you. “Take a deep breathe of the scent as it mixes with your own scent.” You bend forward to where he is holding your perfumed wrists and take a deep breath. It seems to go straight to your brain. Maybe you still have a bit of a hangover. “Intoxicating, isn’t it? That is the aroma of your own unique brand of “SUBMISSION”. Inhale again, sir.” Again, you comply. Mmm… “It appears you are truly enjoying your “SUBMISSION”. Every man should experience “SUBMISSION” in his own unique way.”
“If you are interested, we are looking to test market a full line of “SUBMISSION” for men products. If you agree to engage in “SUBMISSION” for men for a full month, we will supply you with everything required for you to completely experience “SUBMISSION” for men at no cost to you! Let’s step into my office to discuss the terms of your “SUBMISSION”.
The clerk comes around the counter and with his hand in the small of your back, he steers you towards the back of the store. Wait. What exactly did he just say? The fog in your brain starts to lift a bit and you start to become uncomfortable with just how low his hand is on your back, but for some reason you cede control to this older man and allow him to steer you through the racks of men’s suits to his office. “Almost there, sir. I’m truly looking forward to showing you what “SUBMISSION” is truly all about.” His free hand takes hold of your bicep and his other hand slips lower and is now resting on the top of your butt. You shudder at the sensation of another man’s overly familiar hands exerting control over your body, but you yield control and allow yourself to be guided through the store. A young and probably gay clerk spots you and smiles knowingly. You blush furiously and start to slow, but the older clerk tightens his grip on your bicep and his lower hand pushes you forward to a door marked PRIVATE.
He pushes you inside and locks the door behind you. The room is surprisingly posh with thick carpeting, dark paneled walls, burgundy leather furniture and a three-way mirror. “Home, sweet, home,” he jokes and steers you to a low leather bench seat in front of the large mahogany desk. From a desk drawer the clerk pulls out a clipboard with a rather thick contract attached. He hands you the clipboard and you notice it says MODELING CONTRACT on the top. “Just take this pen and sign this form and we can begin your complete “SUBMISSION” for men experience immediately.”
“Umm… I should probably read this…” you start to mumble.
He smiles. “Permit me to demonstrate what you are missing out on, sir.” He pulls the small bottle of “SUBMISSION” from his pocket, removes the sprayer from the bottle and holds it under your nostril. “Inhale deeply, sir.” Inhale cologne? “Do it!” he barks. You inhale deeply. Whoa! That tingle you felt in your wrists explodes through your chest and brain, your heart rate speeds up and you feel like your senses are heightened. He moves the bottle to your other nostril. “Again.” You inhale as deeply as you can this time and are rewarded with another amazing rush.
“That is just a sample of what awaits you if you sign up for the “SUBMISSION” for men experience.” It all felt and sounded so wonderful, so you just sign your name on the modeling agreement where the clerk is pointing. The clerk smiles down at you and playfully tousles your hair, “Good boy! You are going to love “SUBMISSION”.
You beam up at him with a goofy smile. Not only did it feel good to please this man, but it also felt amazing to be called a good boy!
The clerk pulls a small gray metal box from his desk. “Be a good boy and place all your possessions in here for safekeeping.” Without even questioning why you should surrender your possessions to a clerk, you start emptying your life into the metal box, mindlessly surrendering your wallet, phone, keys, etc. The clerk closes the box, you hear its lock click shut before the clerk drops the box in his drawer and locks it in his desk. Your heart does a little flip-flop as you realize that you are now essentially a prisoner. Sure, you could just walk out of the store, but you would have no car keys, no phone, no cash, so then what? You squirm a bit on the leather bench seat at the somehow exciting sensation of being trapped here and at the clerk’s mercy.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and changed,” the clerk opens a door to a private bathroom then stands there waiting and looking at you expectantly. With a gulp, you slowly rise to your feet and meekly walk towards the bathroom. He’s not going to give you a bath, is he? You flash on the image of being in a bubble bath playing with tub toys while this man soaps your naked body. You step inside and see there is no tub, just a shower stall. You breathe a sigh of relief but realize that your cock had stiffened at the bizarre thought.
“Everything in there,” the clerk points to the garbage can. Did he just order you to strip naked in front of him and throw your clothes in the garbage? That is the most ridiculous…and somehow the most erotic thing you’ve ever heard of in your life and your stiffening cock is now rock hard. The clerk watches you unzip your hoodie and you drop your old friend in the trash can. Feeling bashful about exposing any more skin to the old man, you pull off your cross-trainers, but hesitate. These cost you a good buck and they aren’t that old. You glance at the clerk and he watches you expectantly. You hold them over the trash and with a pained sigh you let them fall on top of your hoodie and watch them slowly sink to the bottom.
Under his gaze you peel off your sweaty tee shirt while unconsciously tightening your belly and flexing your upper body hoping not so much to impress, but to not disappoint. The clerk’s eyes rake over your torso as you drop your shirt into the trash causing you to blush a bit with downcast eyes while your hard cock jerks in your shorts as your assets are inspected by another male. You shyly turn your back and pull down your shorts and underwear in one motion. You stand up, aware of the clerk checking out your butt and you find yourself hoping he finds it alluring. You pause at the thought that you shouldn’t be showing off your bare ass to an older man, but you can’t ignore the thrill of being exposed and judged like a piece of meat.
You turn around holding your shorts modestly over your hard-on to face the clerk. It takes you a moment to summon the courage to drop your shorts into the trash, leaving yourself nude and vulnerable before the older man. “Very good. Very nice…” he judges. You blush at the compliment as he reaches into the vanity and pulls out a black cloth case with the “SUBMISSION” for men logo in silver gothic letters with a heavy chain looped around it in an oval. He unzips the case and hands you two bottles and a little hourglass timer. As he turns on the shower you read the labels. “SUBMISSION” for men shampoo and bodywash and “SUBMISSION” for men hair-lightening conditioner. “In you go, boy…” with a hand on your fuzzy ass he gently pushes you into the shower. “The conditioner has to stay in for three full minutes before you rinse.”
“Yes, sir.” That explains the hourglass, but it doesn’t explain how the clerk has become “Sir” and you are now his “boy”. The bodywash makes your whole body and scalp tingle pleasantly like the cologne did. You apply the conditioner and stand under the shower waiting for the sand in the hourglass to empty. The conditioner tingles too. It has a chemical smell that feels like it’s seeping through your skull into your brain, but you don’t worry about it…Sir is here to look after you. The timer finally empties and you rinse your hair out. Mmm… you feel clean and refreshed now with every pore of your body and every hair on your head scented with “SUBMISSION”.
Sir appears holding a large white towel and turns off the shower. He has removed his jacket and is wearing a long dark gray men’s apron. He proceeds to towel you off and you find yourself enjoying the attention of another man’s hands on your body. You can’t help but flash on when you were little and daddy would dry you off after a bath. You feel just as protected and cherished now as Sir finishes by drying your hair with the big fluffy towel. “Atta boy,” he says approvingly. Sir then places the bottle of “SUBMISSION” for men to your nostril and tells you to inhale and hold it. You feel your cock stiffening as you hold it until you must exhale and then become hard as steel as Sir does the same to your other nostril. Sir takes the “SUBMISSION” for men hair gel and combs it through your hair with his fingers. As he washes his hands you catch your reflection and see your damp dark brown hair is now in a boyishly disarranged style. Sir hits a switch and the very bright overhead shower light almost blinds you. “The hair lightening conditioner is photo sensitive so your highlights will appear natural,” Sir explains as he slips on long rubber gloves and grabs another bottle from the kit. “Now we just need to apply the “SUBMISSION” for men hair remover.” Wait… Highlights? Hair REMOVER?
Sir seems to notice your apprehension as he starts smearing the hair remover on your chest, “You can’t be a model of “SUBMISSION” for men with all that nasty man hair on you, boy.” Sir isn’t explaining, he is TELLING you how it is. You are in no condition to argue as Sir spreads the sweet-smelling lotion over your chest with both hands, tweaking your nipples with his thumbs. You’ve never been this intimate with another man before, standing little more than a foot apart and passively allowing him to apply lotion to every inch of your body. Sir lifts your right arm and as he covers every inch of it, you get the chance to get a close look at him. Sir is about an inch shorter than you with a trim swimmers build, perfectly trimmed black hair graying at the temples and penetrating blue eyes. Sir is borderline good looking but if you had to describe him in a word it would be “distinguished”.
Sir finishes coating your other arm and then slides his hands down your treasure trail until for the first time in your life another man wraps his fist around your hard cock. You gasp in surprised pleasure at his strong grip and moan, “Ohhh, Sir.” Sir looks you square in the eyes creating a moment of incredible intimacy as his other hand cups your balls as he starts stroking you. You grab onto the shower walls to steady yourself as Sir drops to one knee before you. “Yes, please, sir,” you moan hoping for a happy ending, but Sir breaks off and starts to coat your thighs, calves and feet. Your erection is actually painfully hard and begging for a man’s touch again. Sadly, Sir has you turn around so he can coat the back of your legs. You “assume the position” like you are being frisked and enjoy feeling Sir’s hands coating the backs of your calves and thighs. You would not have been surprised if your cock went TWANGG like a cartoon arrow when Sir started kneading your buttocks. Sir wasn’t just spreading lotion over your buns, he was groping and savoring them! You let out an embarrassingly high-pitched moan when his greasy hand slid down your crack, over your hole, past your taint and again cupped your balls! You instinctively cocked your ass at Sir, presenting it for his use…begging him to use you, take you, rape you.
You had surrendered.
Sir moved on to your back and shoulders, finishing his job. “You must stay like that for ten minutes for the lotion to do its job. So don’t move, boy.”
“Yes, Sir.” In your lust, you had all but forgotten that the purpose of the lotion was to remove your body hair. You can feel a burning tingling sensation everywhere below your neck, but you remain still like a good boy with your ass shamefully cocked to Sir signaling your availability for his use.
The lotion was really starting to burn when Sir started to play with the showerhead, “You still have another five minutes to go, so let’s get a head start on getting you clean.” You sigh in relief at the thought of starting to get this lotion off your skin. Then you feel Sir greasing your exposed hole! What? Sir had attached a skinny nozzle to the showerhead and now he’s pressing the cold metal against your pucker. OMG. You realize you are about to get your first enema when the true meaning of getting you clean sinks in. An instant later the nozzle sinks into your ass followed by a stream of warm water squirting into your colon. It’s a bizarre sensation for you, feeling things coming in instead of going out down there. Sir has one hand on the nozzle up your ass and the other on your belly, massaging it to make sure the water gets into all the nooks and crannies. As the pressure builds and your belly distends you first feel like you need to take a dump then the cramps start as the water reaches higher…
“Please, Sir. It’s too much!” you beg as Sir massages your belly and turns off the flow. You pant and strain to keep everything inside. Sir changes the nozzles and starts hosing off the lotion along with your body hair. Then he starts patting your now hairless body dry with a big towel.
On the verge of tears, you sob in a childish voice, “Please Daddy. I gotta go poop…”
Daddy sits you down on the bowl and flushes it just in time as your sphincter releases a geyser of dirty water into the bowl. You cramp again and more water gushes out. It happens again but finally the water runs clear. “Good, boy…” Daddy soothes. “Just a couple of more things to do.” Daddy stands you up and has you bend over the vanity with your hands on the counter. You are stunned at the look of the man in the mirror. Your hair is lighter with blond highlights and your body is now hairless, both giving you a younger and less masculine appearance.
You look like a cocksucker.
Over your shoulder, Daddy is holding what looks like a fat syringe without a needle. “This is a special lube that will relax you and increase your sensitivity.” Before you can object, Daddy pops it inside you and injects the cool lube up your butt! “There all done. Now let’s mark you with your brand.” Daddy holds up a white paper with backwards black letters in bold print like the cologne bottle script. You can see in the mirror it says, “SUBMISSION” surrounded by an oval of heavy chain.
“It’s a temporary tramp stamp tattoo,” Daddy explains as he applies it to your lower back just above where the waistband of your shorts usually sit. Daddy hits it with a hairdryer and you feel it adhering to your back until he peels off the paper backing.
It’s done.
You’ve been branded.
Daddy admires your new tramp stamp. “The best part is that it slowly releases “SUBMISSION” for men into your bloodstream for two weeks.” Daddy straightens you up and with his comforting arm around you, guides you out of the bathroom.
You re-enter Daddy’s office and you can’t help but reflect on how long ago you were in this room. It was less than an hour ago, but it seems more like a lifetime…and a very different life at that. Daddy quickly changes back into his jacket then steers you over to the three-way mirror and you try to process that it is indeed your reflection. Instead of the average guy next door that walked into this room a short while ago, you are now looking at…what? Then it hits you. With your hair lightened, highlighted, gelled and all your body hair gone, you look like a damn Ken doll! Except you are anatomically correct. Your good-sized cock is at half mast and growing due to Daddy hungrily raking his eyes over your reflection as his hand explores your butt.
Suddenly you realize that you haven’t been transformed into a Ken doll, you’ve been turned into a sex doll for your new Daddy. He rests his chin on your bare shoulder and whispers, “You are the perfect model for “SUBMISSION” for men.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” You can feel your lower back tingle as your new tramp stamp floods your system with a steady stream of “SUBMISSION”.
Daddy takes out the bottle again and holds it to your right nostril while pinching your left closed. You truly need a hit but obediently wait for permission. “Inhale and hold it.” Daddy whispers in your ear. Your dick jerks as you obey and inhale as deeply as you can and hold it. Finally, you must exhale and then Daddy repeats the process for your left nostril. After you exhale, Daddy pushes you to your knees and then down further until you are sitting on your haunches in front of the mirrors with Daddy directly behind you.
Daddy pulls out his phone and takes a picture, capturing the homoerotic image of a younger submissive nude male on his knees before an older dapper gentleman. You shudder at the thought that anyone you know could see this picture, but then you see a bead of precum ooze from the piss hole in your cock, leaving a glistening web until it hits the floor. Daddy takes another picture to document your level of arousal. Then he has you lean forward on all fours and present your ass to him. He takes a shot of you looking back at him in the mirror, then another shot of you looking nervously over your shoulder.
Daddy steps in front of you and leans back against the large center mirror. His crotch is only about a foot away from your mouth. Out of the corner of your eyes you have a clear view in the angled side mirrors of yourself on your knees before another man. Daddy pulls out the bottle again and gives you two more deep hits of “SUBMISSION” for men. You are so ready for what you both know is coming next.
“Tell me what you want, boy.”
Words you never thought would escape your mouth spill out, “P-Please D-Daddy. Please let me suck your cock.”
“Have you ever sucked dick before, boy?”
You shake your head. “No, Daddy! I-I never wanted to suck dick before. Please let me suck yours. Please let me be your cocksucker.” Your cock is so hard that it is painful. Nothing in your life has ever turned you on so much as being on your knees before this man begging to suck his cock. More than that, nothing has ever felt so right. This is where you belong, on your knees begging men to use you as an object. You reach up to unzip Daddy’s fly and he smacks you across the face – HARD!
OMG. That slap across the face was better than your best orgasm, EVER! It opened a dam of begging for more. “Thank you, Daddy. That was amazing. Please use me. I’ll suck your cock. You can fuck me. You can smack me or punch me or kick me or…”
“Shut up.”
You do. The only pleading you can do now is with your eyes, but you discover that waiting for Daddy’s instructions are an incredible form of foreplay. Your dick releases another web of precum.
“Take it out, boy.” With trembling fingers you reach up and unzip Daddy’s fly slowly, wanting to savor every second of this moment you know that you will remember the rest of your life. You reach inside and encounter Daddy’s button fly boxer shorts. You undo the buttons and reach inside, getting your first touch of another man’s cock. It feels like a warm smooth sausage and you gently fish Daddy’s semi-hard cock out of his pants. You never looked at a man’s cock up close before and you find yourself licking your lips. “Balls too, boy.” You reach inside again and pull Daddy’s hairy balls out of his fly. “Start licking, boy.”
You lean forward and beyond the scent of soap you detect the musky odor of a man’s genitals. OMG. This is it. You tentatively extend your tongue and lick the head of your first cock! It is silky smooth on your tongue with a slightly salty tang. You hear Daddy moan and look up into his eyes as you run your tongue down one side of his shaft and start working on his hairy ball sack. Daddy’s cock quickly becomes fully erect and you lick slowly up from the bottom of his shaft to the tip while maintaining eye contact the whole time.
Even though you didn’t get his permission, you simply can’t resist any longer and take the head of Daddy’s cock in your mouth. You both moan in pleasure. Taking that as a green light to proceed you twirl your tongue around the satin smooth head and bob your head forward until Daddy’s cockhead hits the back of your throat. You gag a bit and a tear rolls down your cheek. Disappointed that you only managed to go half the distance you pull back, working your tongue along the underside until your lips are sealed around the head. Another twirl and your take a deep breath as you dive forward again, holding onto Daddy’s hips you force your throat to relax until you take ALL of Daddy’s cock!
“Gooooood, boooooyyyy,” Daddy groans and places a comforting hand on the back of your head. You moan in satisfaction that you made Daddy feel good and you look up at him with tear filled eyes as you have to withdraw. Another breath, another deep dive, more tears and you start to perfect your technique. You realize that you LOVE sucking cock and regret that you hadn’t started doing this years ago! Daddy agrees, “You were made to suck cock, boy. Give in to a life of SUBMISSION to men. You belong on your knees in SUBMISSION to cock. This is the first day of the rest of your life. Enjoy it.”
You ARE enjoying it. You are enjoying being on your knees before an older and smaller male. You are enjoying forcing your head down onto a hard unyielding cock. You are enjoying impaling your throat repeatedly on an older man’s cock. You are enjoying looking up into his eyes with a mouthful of his cock. You are enjoying glancing into the angled mirrors on the sides, watching yourself sucking cock for the first time. The cocksucker in the mirror may look almost terrified and is openly crying over his lost oral virginity but you are enjoying sucking cock like a good boy. The cocksucker in the mirror may be crying over never having a dull life with a wife and kids but you are enjoying the thought of spending YOUR life in SUBMISSION for men, serving an endless line of hard cocks.
Daddy groans and grabs the back of your head as he impales your head on every inch of his cock and for the first time you feel jet after jet of come blast down your throat. There is so much cum that some of it backs up into your mouth, giving you your first taste of a man’s seed.
Feeling Daddy’s cock erupt in your mouth sets off your own orgasm and your hard cock blasts ropes of your own now useless seed onto the mirror between Daddy’s legs and onto the carpet between his feet. Daddy finally releases your head and you withdraw to inhale some desperately needed oxygen. You look up expectantly at Daddy with a flushed, tear-stained face as he smiles down at you tousles your hair and simply says, “Good boy.”
You beam up at him happily. You’re a very good boy…and a cocksucker.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and dressed, boy. Heel.” Daddy turns and walks back to the bathroom. You follow on all fours like an obedient puppy, with your head at his right hand, matching his pace. “Atta boy.” If you had a tail, it would be wagging.
You are loving being a good boy.
In the bathroom, Daddy takes a wet face cloth to you, cleaning up tears, drool and cum before drying your face with a soft towel. It feels so nice that Daddy takes such good care of you. “Let’s get you dressed, boy. Heel.” You happily follow Daddy back into the office. Homoerotic thoughts flood your brain of how Daddy will “dress” you. Will it be some sexy costume like in those Halloween ads, a uniform of some kind or will he doll you up like a tranny? Your cock starts to swell at the possibilities.
“Stand there, boy.” Daddy points to the spot before the mirrors where you just sucked his cock.
You are a bit disappointed to get up off your knees. “Yes, Daddy.” You pause a second, questioning yourself as to why you are calling this man Daddy and why it seems so right.
“These panties should be your size.” What? Panties? Daddy bends down holding a pair of white bikini briefs for you to step into. You step in and gasp at the thrill of the soft garment sliding up your now hairless legs. Daddy pulls your panties up your hips and over your ass. You are puzzled as you glance in the mirror. You’ve worn men’s bikinis a few times and there is ample room for your equipment, so while these bikinis are faggy, they aren’t women’s panties.
Daddy explains, “Real men wear underwear, submissive boys only wear panties no matter the style of the garment.”
“Yes, Daddy.” You check out your new white panties in the mirrors. They are very thin, almost translucent soft cotton that holds and accentuates your bulge nicely. In the back, they cup your buns nicely thanks to a seam running up your butt crack. You decide that you like your new panties and will not be going back to boxer briefs again.
Daddy is back below you with your new socks. Umm…pink? Hot pink? Really? But Daddy is already balling them up for you. You point your toes and slip them into the toe of the right sock and Daddy rolls them up your foot and continues all the way up your calf to just below your knee. Daddy has already started on the other foot and you are left trying to process that your new socks are basically opaque hot pink knee high stockings. They feel great on your feet and calves, but really…pink?
Daddy now has a very light pink striped dress shirt for you to slip on. OMG. Is Daddy going to dress you up in all pink? Like a tailor, daddy holds the dress shirt behind you to put your hands into the sleeves. You comply and gasp as Daddy pulls it up your arms and over your shoulders. The material is insanely soft and a bit stretchy. Not only does it fit you like a glove, but it hugs and accentuates your biceps and pecs, Daddy reaches around and starts to button you into your new shirt. “This is a really nice shirt, Daddy. Thank you.”
Daddy smiles at you in the mirror, “Only the best for my boy.” He pats you on the fanny and you jerk a bit in surprise. You felt the tip of a bare finger brush your hole. “Umm…Daddy? I think there’s a hole in my under…panties.” Daddy smiles back at you in the mirror.
“Your panties back seam is open to allow me easy access to your boy pussy.”
OMG. Daddy is going to fuck you. Sooner rather than later, Daddy is going to fuck you. You try to process that reality as daddy finishes buttoning your shirt and holds your pants for you to step into. Good. At least you’ll have some protection over your open back panties. Daddy pulls up your slacks, tucks in your shirt, buttons and zips you up. You look in the mirror. The charcoal gray slacks are a perfect fit and somehow go perfectly with your shirt and stockings. The slacks cup your butt and hug your thighs without looking or feeling too tight. Next come the shoes. Daddy bends down and strokes your stockinged foot as he guides it into the shoe with a shoehorn. The black loafers cause you to gasp as you slide your stockinged foot inside. The leather is soft as butter and as comfortable as a slipper. They manage to leave just the right amount of stocking showing too. Suddenly you realize that Daddy is spoiling you with what must be top of the line apparel. “Umm…Daddy? I think these things are too nice for me.”
Daddy smiles at you and pulls you close, “Such a sweet boy.” Then he kisses you. OMG. You are being kissed by a man old enough to be your father! You melt as his tongue slides into your mouth and takes full possession of you. You return his kiss with passion until he breaks it off. “Let’s finish getting you dressed, boy.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Daddy is being so nice to you. Maybe he’ll take you out to dinner? You swoon at the thought of Daddy holding a chair out for you like you were his girl. Daddy is now hooking hot pink suspenders to the waist of your pants. You guess he likes you in pink. Daddy hooks the suspender in the back which pulls the seam of your slacks up into your butt crack like a gentle wedgie. You look in the mirror and notice that Daddy is admiring your ass hungrily as he adjusts your suspenders. You can tell that Daddy’s going to take your ass tonight and mark you as his property, his boy. You also find that you’re not a bit surprised that you are alright with that. You want to be Daddy’s boy, his property, his toy and when he decides to take you, you’ll give him your full submission.
Daddy presents your cufflinks. As you might have guessed, they are the same “SUBMISSION” logo as your tramp stamp but in silver on a black background. Daddy inserts them through your shirt’s French cuffs and shows you how they are secured with small padlocks. You allow him to lock your cuffs on your wrists as if they were manacles. They may as well be, you are Daddy’s willing prisoner now and you would just as easily accept real manacles of iron. The thought od Daddy having you in irons, not in handcuffs but in heavy irons on your knees before him makes you pitch a tent in your panties.
You’re not surprised when Daddy produces a very fine wide silk tie in hot pink with diagonal stripes. Daddy buttons your shirt’s high white collar tight around your neck and loops the tie around you like a leash. You heel like a good boy and in a whisper of fine silk Daddy forms a fine knot and tightens it around your neck. You admire your new tie in the mirror. It’s a beautiful tie and a fine leash for Daddy’s good boy.
Next comes the vest, no wait, what did Daddy call it when you entered the shop eons ago? A waistcoat. Wow! Not a surprise that it’s all in pink, the lining and back are in shimmering hot pink satin but the front is a stunning pink brocade. Daddy slides it on you and the satin feels glorious against your dress shirt. Daddy buttons it up in front and then adjusts it in the back. He slides his hands sensuously up your back to check the fit of the shoulders. Again, it fits you like a glove and you find that you are starting to truly enjoy the sensation of being encased in pink satin. You tweak your fantasy of kneeling before Daddy in heavy irons to include you wearing just a pink tie while kneeling before him on a pink satin pillow.
Almost on cue, Daddy produces a charcoal gray suit jacket with the same pink satin lining as your vest and your fantasy pillow. You eagerly extend your arms and the jacket glides up sensuously. The same hot pink satin lines the sleeves too! The jacket is a perfect fit and brings your entire ensemble together. With the highlights in your gelled hair you barely recognize the finely tailored gent in the mirror in a fitted charcoal gray suit with the soft pink shirt, hot pink tie and fine brocade pink vest. Your pink French cuffs peek out of the sleeves becomingly just like your pink stockings peeking out of your loafers. Daddy was just adding a pink pocket square to your breast pocket when there was a light knocking at the door.
Daddy looked none too happy about being interrupted and went to answer it. It sounded like it was the probably gay clerk who didn’t even try to enter.
“Sorry to disturb, but one of our customers brought his rental back late. He is being very combative about the late fee. I told him I would ask you to waive it. Here’s his receipt…”
“Absolutely not! If we let the fees slide, half our stock will disappear permanently. Tell Mister…Oh…Hmm… I remember this fellow. Offer him our apologies and a free suit if he agrees to model for “DOMINATION”. That should satisfy him.”
“D-DOMINATION, sir…? He is a pretty tough customer already.”
“Just get him in the studio and into the appropriate suit for some pictures. It’s closing time anyway, so do whatever you have to do to keep him there until I join you.”
“A-Anything, s-sir?”
“ANY-thing.”
Daddy closes the door and joins you back at the mirror. “That’s my good boy.” Daddy pats your buns and gives you a couple of fresh hits of “SUBMISSION”. He turns you to face him and pulls you in by your tie to kiss you again. You hold onto his biceps as he wraps his arms around you and his hands take possession of your ass, then you feel it again…a finger at your entrance. OMG. Your pants have an open seam too!
Daddy penetrates you with a finger. Your most private spot has been breached. The lube in your ass allows Daddy’s finger to easily slid into you up to the second knuckle. You know what this means. It’s happening now. Daddy is going to take you right here in his office. He doesn’t even have to take your new suit off or even pull down your slacks to fuck you. You moan into his mouth as Daddy adds a second finger to the one probing your ass. It hurts a bit, but you appreciate that Daddy is loosening you up before he fucks you. Daddy breaks the kiss but keeps his fingers deep up your ass while he directs you to move the low leather bench so one end is about a foot away from the center mirror. A couple of hours ago while you were working out in your gym and checking out the MILFs, this entire scene would have been unthinkable to you, that you would be setting up a bench for an old man to fuck you on it, while his fingers diddled your ass would have been laughable.
You’re not laughing now as you climb onto the bench on all fours and instinctively arch your back, voluntarily presenting your ass to Daddy for the taking. You stare at your reflection in the mirror, your face the very embodiment of “SUBMISSION”. You hear Daddy unzip behind you and in the mirrors you see him approach you, a submissive male, a bitch, from the front, left and right side views. You can’t help but admire how mountable you appear in your perfectly fitting suit. Not only is the size a perfect fit for your body, but all the pink satin is a perfect fit for your new role as a bottom boy, a Daddy’s boy.
You feel Daddy’s hard cock slid through the open seam in your new pants, spread open the seam in your new panties and press against the opening to your new pussy. It feels like the blunt end of a baseball bat against your virgin hole. “Push back,” Daddy instructs you. You take a deep breath and push like you are taking a dump. Daddy pushes forward as you open your rosebud for him and the head of his cock pops past your ring. You groan in pain as your ring is stretched. After a lifetime of pushing things out, your body tries to reject the intrusion, but you want this to happen, you NEED this to happen. You look past the pain and push back again. Daddy forces his entire length deep inside you to your very core. The deed is done, you’ve been deflowered.
You haven’t felt so filled since your enema earlier, but as Daddy starts to slowly fuck you, the pain slowly subsides and the fullness translates to pure pleasure. You look at your reflection and marvel at your expression each time Daddy buries his cock to the hilt. You let out a moan that causes your mouth to form a perfect O and your brows knit together in a look of total surrender to the pleasures of being fucked. Why had you spent so many years denying yourself this exquisite pleasure? Despite the initial tight squeeze, you realize that Daddy’s cock is a perfect fit in your new boy pussy.
A perfect fit. Just like your suit. Finally, it dawns on you. The suit you are being fucked in was tailor made just for you. You flash back to a couple of weeks ago when you didn’t give it a second thought when Daddy was just a clerk who seemed a bit too hands-on to you while measuring you for your wedding usher outfit. You finally realize that Daddy had been planning this all along. You had been poached like a doe that had strayed from the safety of the herd. Daddy was a predator that had selected you from the entire wedding party as the most vulnerable and therefore the tastiest prey. All it took was a gaze of his piercing blue eyes and a whiff of “SUBMISSION” to coax you to walk willingly into the lion’s den. You let him pluck your feathers and baste you like a Christmas goose before he dressed you. Without a word of protest you even gave Daddy a blowjob as an appetizer and then climbed onto this bench like it was a platter to serve yourself to him like the main course!
Then Daddy pulled out of you…had you done something wrong? “Flip over on to your back, boy. I want to fuck you like a woman.” You didn’t have to be told twice. You flipped onto your back and spread your legs like an eager slut. With your legs on his shoulders, Daddy leaned forward, grabbed the bench on either side of your head and entered you again. “Please, Daddy. Make me your woman.” you beg with all your heart. You need to belong to Daddy. With pride you realize that out of all the men that entered his shop every day, he had chosen you. He had prepared you. Now he was taking you. Claiming you.
His piercing blue eyes bore into yours as he starts to deep dick you. OMG. You had heard of men having a joy spot and Daddy’s dick was hitting it now on every thrust. You let out a high-pitched moan every time he hits your joy spot, sounding like a woman. You look deep into Daddy’s eyes as he fucks you, but in the mirrors you can see Daddy taking you from multiple angles. Daddy was fucking you from the front, back, left and right all at the same time. You can see you are being fucked four ways from Sunday and the images are being burned into your memory for all time. The cuffs on your pants slide down, exposing your hot pink stockings. Daddy grabs your stockinged calves and spreads your legs as he fucks you. You place your hands on his chest, feeling his wiry muscles moving beneath his shirt as his hips piston into you. Your torso is sliding back and forth deliciously on the layers of pink satin in your jacket and vest linings, accentuating the fucking motions Daddy is imparting to your recumbent body.
You reach the point of no return. “Fuck. Me. Daddy. Make. Me. Your. Wo. Man. Make. Me. Your. Puss. See. Boy. Dad. Dee…” Your balls pump out a load into your virginal white panties with each thrust of Daddy’s cock until he thrusts home one last time and seeds your new pussy, marking you as his.
Daddy bends down and kisses you. You’re openly crying as you kiss him back. Daddy strokes your cheek and soothes you, “Good boy. You’re mine now.”
You sniffle, “Always Daddy.”
“That’s my good boy.” Daddy reaches into his jacket and pulls out a healthy sized butt plug. With a bit of effort and some kicks and moans from you, Daddy shoves it into your open quim. You are surprised to hear a zipper being closed as Daddy pulls up a zipper that runs up the seam of your pants. With a smile Daddy explains, “To keep me inside you.” You smile back at the thought of Daddy’s seed trying to impregnate you. Your body will absorb it into your bloodstream and distribute it to every cell in your body. Daddy will be inside you forever now. What more could a pussy boy ask for?
You lay there splayed on the bench, basking in the afterglow of having your virginity torn from you while Daddy adjusts himself in the mirror. Shortly, you wouldn’t even know that he had just fucked a pussy boy. He turns to you and starts adjusting your tie and clothes, “We have an appointment.” What?
“Yes, Daddy.” You start to rise.
“Heel, boy.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Right now, crawling on all fours sounds a lot better than trying to walk with a butt plug up your well fucked ass. You fall in step beside him like a good boy. Then you notice it. “Daddy?”
He stops, almost shocked that you would question him. But he follows your eyes. There is a blob of cum on his highly shined shoes. “That will not do. Good boy. It looks like you have earned yourself a spit shine.” Daddy walks over to a high solid wood chair on the side and takes a seat. You realize that it is an old-style shoeshine chair except the foot pads are flat versus being angled back. They are at the perfect height for you to give Daddy’s shoes a spit shine. Your mouth actually salivates as you move closer. Daddy pulls up the legs on his trousers and you notice that instead of socks, he is wearing knee high opaque black stockings. You obligingly lick up the glob of cum off his shoe and swallow it. The scent of his feet mingles with the odor and taste of fine leather on your tongue. You glance up at Daddy and hold his gaze as you start to give his shoes a literal spit shine. In your most twisted dreams, you had never even considered worshiping a man’s feet, but again you now wish you had been doing this for years! You go to town with a hunger that you never knew existed within you. You lap every inch of leather and even take the toe of Daddy’s shoes in your mouth as you lap at the soles of his footwear. You thrill to feel his silky stockings brushing your cheek as you lick the seams on the tops and sides and even caress his calves a few times as you moan and steal a few glances up at your Daddy. Your cock again grows to full staff in your starched panties at your new level of submission.
All too soon Daddy stops you, “That’s enough for now. Good boy.” He leans forward and gives you your reward. “Inhale.” Mmm… a fresh hit of “SUBMISSION”. Daddy moves to the other nostril, “Again.” Mmm… “SUBMISSION” feels so good…Daddy steps down from the chair, “Heel.” You follow in a fresh haze. “Be a good boy and do as you are told. Do NOT fail me.”
“Yes, Daddy. I’ll be a very good boy.”
You follow Daddy out into the hall and just as you reach a new door, it opens and the probably gay clerk comes out. You stare hungrily at his feet and lick your lips. Mmm… he is wearing stockings too. “Thank goodness you’re here, the clerk pants out of breath. “The DOMINATION” model is getting very…impatient. I did all I could to keep him from getting out of control.”
“Thank you, but I can take it from here,” Daddy paused. “There is cum on your tie.”
“Oh. Well, you told me to do anything to keep him here. He is in the suit as you requested. Perhaps I should stay in case things get out of hand.”
“Well, you did keep him entertained. I guess you’ve earned a ringside seat. C’mon.” Daddy opened the studio door and you heel like a good boy, following him into the small photo studio. “Sorry to keep you waiting. I believe no introductions are needed.”
You lift your gaze from Daddy’s feet and see a ton of cameras and brightly lit background, red on the left side and hot pink like your tie on the right. On the left side there is bold lettering spelling “DOMination for Men” in black script and on the right “SUBmission for men” in dark gray script. Your jaw drops when you see the model for “DOMINATION” wearing a black suit and tie, red shirt and socks along with an evil grin…it’s your OLDER BROTHER!!
OMG. No. The SOB had made your youth a living hell of non-stop bullying when he wasn’t using you as a punching bag. Now you were being presented to him in your most submissive state as another man’s pet. Your face is redder than his shirt in embarrassment and humiliation.
Daddy was all business. “Let’s get to the still shots first before we move onto the video.” Video? “Crawl over there, boy next to your brother and sit on your butt, legs spread facing the camera.” You follow Daddy’s directions and crawl across the floor, not daring to even glance at your brother. You turn to face the camera and sit on the floor next to your standing older brother. “Good boy. Now angle a bit toward your brother and put your right leg behind his. Good boy.” Addressing your brother, Daddy tells him, “Sir. I want you to reach down, take hold of his tie like a leash and look down at your brother sternly. Perfect.” Your older brother is only too happy to pull your tie up sharply, forcing you to look up into his smirking face. You tell yourself that this can’t be happening, but you both know that it is all too real. “That’s great. Your expressions are both absolutely perfect. Now be a good boy and reach up with your left hand and take hold of the tab on your brother’s zipper.”
With trembling fingers, you do as Daddy tells you and grab hold of your brother’s zipper. His evil grin gets even darker and you feel his hardening cock jerk under your hand. But Daddy loves it. “That’s what we need. The perfect contrast of Domination and Submission. Hold it.” Daddy takes multiple shots from different angles as your brother keeps your leash taut and stares you down into deeper levels of submission. You find yourself on the verge of tears.
Daddy finally stops taking pictures and steps into a small glass booth. “That’s it for the still shots. Let’s start the video. You already know your roles, so just go with it and have fun. Action!”
You see little red lights blink on for a dozen cameras around the room all aimed at you. Dear God, NO!
Your older brother yanks your leash. You swallow hard and look up into his unyielding gaze.
You know what he wants from you…
Your fingers tremble on his fly…
His cock is rock hard under your hand…
You melt inside and submit.
ZZZZZIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPP….
To be continued?