iammegadaddyissues: I can feel him relaxing in my arms as I cradle him. His mouth forms a tight seal
iammegadaddyissues: I can feel him relaxing in my arms as I cradle him. His mouth forms a tight seal around my pec as he nurses, his tongue gently twirling and lapping through the ample hair on my chest. I know I’ve pushed him this week well beyond what he thought his boundaries were and that he’s afraid of what he’s feeling now, what he’s becoming. It’s not a game, not role-play. It never was, despite what he had to tell himself. He belongs to me and he’s being to accept what that means. I saw the fear and confusion in his eyes when I ignored his pleas and forced myself on him, taking his pussy with my bare cock against his will, breeding and impregnating him with a Man’s seed for the first time. I admit that the scent of his fear and panic was like an aphrodisiac. It surprised me how merciless I was with him and how hard I came inside him. It wasn’t just breeding him that excited me. It was watching him gradually accept the reality of our roles that made my cock throb. That night was about me and he needed to understand that. I was especially rough with him - I know it. My dick has always been a struggle for him to take but that night I was ruthless. I held my hand over his mouth as I used his body for what it’s made for. On his back and on his knees, I fucked multiple loads into his tender pussy that night. I fingered it, fucked it, ate it. I can still hear his moans as my beard rubbed his sweet pussy raw. And that was just the beginning. I knew what he needed that week and had no problem giving it to him. I loaded him up with chores and duties I knew he couldn’t complete and then punished him severely for failing. I bound him with rope and choked him on my cock. I frequently spanked him just for my amusement. I used butt plugs and dildos on his hole. I made him hold my limp cock in his mouth for hours while I watched tv and sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed. I made him wear lace panties after fucking his pussy full of cum, demanding that he keep them clean and knowing that he couldn’t. But perhaps I’ve gone too far. I’ve come to feel very protective of him and I can see that he needs context for why I’m investing this much time in him. Right now what he needs most is to feel comforted and loved. So when he’d done with my chest I’m going to pick him up and carry him to the bathroom. I’m going to draw him a bath, lower him into the water and bath him. Then I’ll dry him and take him to the bed where I’ll massage him with lotion until he’s fully relaxed. I’ll gently flip him over and kiss him tenderly. And when he’s ready, when he’s begging me to fuck him, I will slowly make love to him while I hold him tightly, looking into his eyes. And he will sleep in my arms tonight against my chest. I won’t always treat him this way because it will ruin him and because it’s not really what he wants or needs. But he’s done well this week and for tonight he can feel safe in my strong and protective arms. -- source link