He pulled me close, so my hole was inches from his dick. My stomach burned against the rug. He climbed on top of me. He hooked his feet on top of my ankles and wrapped my arms like I was in a straitjacket.
Then I felt his huge dick, slick with precum, tapping at my hole. I clamped my cheeks shut.
"Don't be shy boy. You already let me put my tongue down there."
"I thought you were someone else."
He reached under me to twist my nipple. Honestly, the fact that he didn't do this sooner should've been a sign that something was up. My nipples are one of my most sensitive erogenous zones and that's where Rick always started. Rick always slowly played with my nipples until I begged for more.
The intruder's nipple play was rough but was slowly turning from pain to pleasure. I wanted to cry but my body was betraying me. I was rock-hard. Now that this intruder was pinching and twisting my nipple and probing at my hole, I could feel myself aching for more.
"Please stop."
"Don't act like you don't want it."
"I only got aroused because I thought you were my boyfriend."
"Is your boyfriend's dick big like this?"
I didn't even have to look at it to know that it was bigger than Rick's. I saw it in the
mirror earlier and couldn't get it out of my mind. I could picture his swollen cock massaging its' way into my hole. He didn't need to show me, but he lifted his waist up so that I could get a clear view of his dick in the mirror. It was beautiful and massive. I stared at it and licked my lips. Everything about this intruder was bigger: his dick, his arms, his body, his belly. I looked so small in comparison.
He smiled. "You like it?"
I shook my head, unconvincingly. "Not at all." I clenched my cheeks together.
"Boy, you are a bad liar. I've never seen a more cock-hungry faggot bottom bitch in my life. So are we going to do this the easy way or the hard way?"
I didn't say anything.
"So, the hard way then." He started to push his massive, pre-cum covered dick against my hole. There was enough precum to act as a natural lubricant. I could feel the head push against my hole."
"Please stop."
"You know I have my ways. I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll be--"
He stopped mid-sentence. It wasn't clear why until I heard a noise.
Vzzt... Vzzt.... My phone was vibrating.
My phone was on the floor not far from us. I tried to reach for it, but the intruder was holding me firmly in place. Rick had texted me. It was obvious that the intruder wanted to respond, but it asked for a passcode. So he grabbed the phone and held it in front of my face for facial recognition.
"Nooo!" I tried to squirm, but it was too late. The phone opened to the text chat with Rick: "Hey babe, omw" and "Bedroom ready?"
Oh no.
The intruder whispered in my ear, his voice full of boyish mischief and glee, "What's in the bedroom?"
No no no no. I had forgotten about how I set up the primary bedroom. What is going to happen when this intruder sees the restraints?
I didn't respond.
He scrolled through our texts and clicked on one to copy and paste. It was smart, I had to give him that. He didn't have to imitate my voice or texting style. He copied and edited the message to read: "Hey, babe. Change of plans. Let's meet at Cheesecake Factory."
"Noooo!" I tried to squirm as hard as I could. Not to get my phone back, but just to prevent him from sending that message. Then I heard it, swoosh.
Oh no no no no no no. I felt so defeated. If Rick rerouted, waited at Cheesecake Factory, then came home, then he wasn't going to be back for hours.
The intruder was so proud of himself, I could practically hear him smiling. "That should give us plenty of time. I'll make sure to use you properly. Now, let's go upstairs." He pulled me up by my hair so that I was standing. "Lead the way."
I shook my head.
SMACK.
He spanked me. I stood firm.
He pulled back my hair and spanked me again. SMACK. He pulled my hair so hard I was bent back and my face looked up. He was looking down at me. I could barely keep my balance, so I held on to him. SMACK. I winced in pain and shock. "Lead the way. I won't say it a third time."
I started to tear up. "Please..."
"Shhhh shhhh. Daddy's here. Daddy's got you. Daddy's going to take care of you. I don't want to hurt you, but what kind of dad would I be if there were no consequences for misbehaving. You misbehave, and I have to punish you. I enjoy it just as much as you do."
I could tell that he knew me better than I knew myself. He knew I was enjoying it even before I knew I was enjoying it. I was so scared but still so hard.
SMACK.
"Okay, boy." He looked at me pityingly and then in one quick motion, he lifted me off my feet and into his arms. I was so taken aback and so afraid of falling down the stairs that I put my arms around him and held myself close. I looked back to see the phone light up on the floor. Rick was calling. The vzzt... vzzt sound growing fainter and fainter.
He carried me with such ease and confidence. The way he was holding me, his dick was still hitting my ass as he climbed the steps. He used his foot to push open the bedroom door.
"Woah boy, what do we have in here!? Looks like you're more ready to get fucked than I thought you were. Holy shit we are going to have some fun!"
He threw me onto the bed. I could tell from the way he carried and threw me that he was even stronger than he looked. I started wondering more about him, like has be done this before, or was I special. Had he been watching me for a while, or has he never seen me before? Was this planned or opportunistic? Had my ass been visible from the front door, or did he see in another way?
He smacked his dick up against my face and pushed at my mouth.
"Open up, boy. I know you want it."
I shook my head.
SMACK. He slapped his rod across my face.
"Do it boy!"
I shook my head again.
SMACK. SMACK.
"Look, your little boyfriend isn't going to be mad at you. We'll just say you had no choice. It's no big deal. Just open your mouth. I know you want to. I can see how hard you are. I know you want to taste it. I can see it in your eyes. Just stick out your tongue."
He squeezed my jaw with his hand. His fingers dug into my cheeks. He held my nose with his other hand so I couldn't breathe. He pushed his dick up against my lips. I could taste the salty precum as he smeared it across my lips. I was basically making out with his dick at this point. Was he right? Would Rick care if I was forced?
"Come on boy. I know you want it. Don't settle for getting hurt and smacked around."
He was convincing. Or, determined. Either way, I convinced myself that there was no other option. I gave in and opened my mouth, gliding my tongue over the head of his dick.
"Mmmmhmmm. That's right. Good boy! Suck daddy's cock. That's right, massage the head with your tongue. That's right, fuck yeah, good boy. You love that dick so much. Don't be afraid to deep throat it. Go all the way."
He took his advantage and pushed his dick further into my mouth. I closed my eyes and hoped that Rick would forgive me. The intruder started face-fucking me. I just used his legs to brace myself. He picked up the pace. He fucked my face hard.
"Oh, fuck yeah boy. Relax that throat. That's right. Take that dick. Play with those balls. Do what I say you little fucking bitch."
He forced my head down even more. I choked on his dick. He held me on it. I could feel it clog the back of my throat. Drool dripped down my chin. "Take it. Take it. Breathe through your nose. It's okay. It's okay. That's right. Take it, faggot. Good boy! I'm so proud of you. I knew I raised you right. Gag on it. It's okay. You're a good little cock sucking faggot aren't you?"
I breathed heavily through my nose. I could smell the sweat of his balls. My eyes started to water, and I think I was getting a little light-headed. He moved my head so I could look up into his eyes. "Does my boy want a break?"
I nodded.
"Say please, daddy can I suck your balls. Say it with my dick in your mouth."
"Da-- gulp-- can I s--ug yer balls."
"Say it louder."
"DA-- gulp--DDY C-- I please s--CK Y--r BALLS."
"You wanna suck my balls? My facehole faggot needs a break from my huge dick?"
I nodded desperately.
"Okay, boy." He pulled his dick out and I started coughing.
I hungrily took his balls in my mouth. "Suck those balls. That's right, lick them harder. Get both balls on your tongue. Wiggle them around on your tongue. That's right, lap them up. That's right. Good boy. Be a good boy for daddy."
SMACK.
"I know I taught you better manners. What do you say, bitch?"
SMACK.
My face was starting to hurt. I just wanted the slapping to stop. "Thank you Daddy! Thank you for letting me suck your balls, Daddy!"
"Good boy. Look at that pretty face. That's right, get that big dick nice and wet."
I did what he said. He was smacking me while I was sucking his balls, but anything was better than choking on his dick. My saliva mixed with his sweat and precum and he rubbed his balls all over my face.
"Good boy. Now I'm going to fuck your mouth some more."
I sucked his dick for fifteen seconds then he pulled his dick out of my mouth. I knew what he wanted just by the expression on his face. He lifted a hand, and before he could smack my face, I said, "Thank you, Daddy!"
"Good boy." He rubbed my cheek softly. "That's right." He shoved his dick back in my mouth.
I started choking again. My eyes were watering more. Breathing out of my nose became more labored. My vision was blurry from the tears.
