Life with Daddy is simple, routine, and satisfying. We work sun up to sun down, He at the ranch and i in and around the home. i never go to town unaccompanied and have no money to my name. i am kept. i have been disciplined and trained to be a good boi. i have dinner ready and a cool bath drawn when Daddy comes home in the evening. And at night the sounds of our rutting can be heard outside our open window as the cool air blows across our naked bodies.
Daddy found me online. He was extremely articulate in our correspondence and surprised me with His broad world view and education. He was fully clothed in most of His photos but a bare-chested shot of His broad hairy chest and thick muscular arms was good for at least a month’s worth of masturbation.
He bought me a ticket to fly out for a visit. i was younger than i’d confessed and nervous to meet Him wondering if He’d send me home but when He greeted me at the airport with a smile i immediately relaxed. Taking my bag, He led me to his truck. He was such an imposing figure and i felt small and frail sitting next to Him.
No one back home knew where i was. He never asked too many questions and was very Fatherly and gentle at first. i stayed in the guest room that first night but late the second night i woke with Him standing in my doorway, the moonlight from the window shining across His naked body. My heart pounded in my ears as i stared transfixed at the shadowy outline of His enormous cock sticking out from His body like a policeman’s baton.
Words were never spoken that night and Daddy kept the windows closed, perhaps to keep the sounds of my cries inside. For no matter how gentle He was or how much i wanted Him to take me He was still very much a Man and a Daddy with a thick dick to match. We kissed passionately for a long time as He ground His throbbing cock against me. It was fortunate that the darkness hid from my view what would soon be splitting me open. As it was, i was naive and inexperienced so when He spread my legs and forced the thick head of His cock inside my tight hole i was completely unprepared for the pain. Nor did i know how real Men fucked. The forcefulness and violence of it frightened me; i could feel Him holding back in every thrust and still it felt like i was being pounded to a pulp.
i was completely helpless to stop Him, not that i would have. My cries and screams of agony seemed to slow Him down initially but He was quickly overcome with lust and before long He was fucking me like an escaped criminal. i held onto His sweaty muscles for dear life.
The sheets had to be thrown out the next morning; He put me in the bath and disposed of them quickly so i wouldn’t see them and start to cry. i was incapable of walking much the next day. i knew He felt badly about it but we both knew it would happen again and again and i would just need to adjust.
After i missed my return flight home i knew i’d never return.