Dom's Little Black Book: Daddy D, Part 3 (Patreon)

It was winter, Christmastime was here, and I was looking forward to unwrapping a daddy shaped present. It had been a couple of weeks since our park date, and I was very eager to see Daddy D again. It took a little while to get our schedules to match up, but finally we managed to find a good time for the both of us. His place would be empty, and I would be able to spend the night.

Spending the night was important, because the plans we had made would require some recovery time afterward. Daddy D had gotten his hands on some MDMA, also known as molly or ecstasy, and we were going to spend the night fucking our brains out. I had done molly a handful of times before, though always in a more casual setting, and never sexual.

After hearing some of the things people had told me about having sex while rolling I was pretty excited to try it myself. MDMA is probably the “hardest” drug I'd ever be willing to do, and even then, it would have to be very sparingly and under certain circumstances. This just happened to be one of those circumstances.

Once the day arrived, I packed an overnight bag and headed over to his place. After parking, Daddy led me inside and straight into his bedroom. I set my bag down and got comfortable, taking off my shirt. Daddy came over and began to kiss me, taking off his own before sitting on the bed.

“You ready for a fun night, cubby?” He asked as he reached over to his nightstand.

Pulling out a small baggy of pills, he took two out and gave me one, swallowing the other himself.

Here goes nothing.

It took a while to kick in, so we started out nice and slow, kissing as we lay on the bed together. After stripping down to me down to my underwear, Daddy saw that I was wearing the same skimpy red jock I did the first night we got together. He smiled and grabbed at my ass before pulling me in for more kissing. I stroked his arm and chest as we made out, groping at his cock through his boxers, but otherwise allowed him to take the lead.

Maybe twenty minutes and was starting to feel a little warm, but the molly still hadn’t quite kicked in yet. Daddy moved onto his back, and I climbed over him, kissing my way down his body. I started with his ears and neck, then moved to his chest and stomach, before finally reaching his crotch. I nuzzled and mouthed at his hard cock through his boxers as he stroked a hand through my hair.

After getting his boxers nice and wet, Daddy freed his cock for me. Stroking it once with my hand, I lowered my mouth over the head and took it in about halfway. Just as thick as I remember. I pulled back and swallowed a little more on my next attempt, and kept at it until I managed to set a steady pace working about 6 inches of his cock in and out of my mouth. Every few strokes, I would force my head all the way down, forcing his cock into my throat. I’d try and hold for as long as I could, before my gag reflex kicked in and I’d start sputtering and coughing.

Daddy pulled me off his cock and back up the bed, having had enough of the blowjob and wanting more makeouts. After we swapped some more spit, he pushed me onto my back, hovering over me hungrily. Taking a queue from me, he kissed his way down my body until he reached my cock. He wasted no time, pulling the pouch to the side and sucking my cock down in a flash.

I could feel the drugs starting to work their way through my system. I was warm and starting to sweat as Daddy slowly sucked on my cock. I stroked his scalp, encouraging but not pushing him. Everything was starting to feel really good. I absentmindedly rubbed my arms up and down the bed, loving the way the cool sheets felt against my skin.

“You starting to feel it cubby?” Daddy inquired while slowly stroking my cock. I must have been doing that for longer than I realized.

“Yeah Daddy, I think it’s kicking in,” I responded hazily.

With a final peck to my cock, he climbed up my body and laid on top of me. We again started kissing again, this time grinding our whole bodies against each other. I scratched my arms gently down his back as Daddy kissed and licked my neck. Then, he was suddenly biting me. I gasped aloud, grabbing on tightly to his back. Daddy licked and sucked at the flesh in his mouth, intent on marking me as his property for the night. He continued his oral ministrations on the rest of my neck, and when I looked into a mirror I saw five deep purple hickeys left in his wake. A few were high up enough that I would have to wear a turtleneck if I wanted to hide them.

I didn’t want to hide them.

After a few minutes of that, I could tell that things are in full swing and I was rolling my balls off. After a few more minutes, Daddy got up and off the bed and walked over to his closet, pulling out a duffle bag. Placing it at the foot of the bed, he opened it and removed a few items. Turning to me, I saw that in his hands he held a leather collar and leash. Daddy wanted a more tangible collar than the ring of hickeys he left me. Fuck yeah. He resumed his position on the bed after putting the bag back on the floor, laying over me.

“Do you want to be mine, cubby?” Daddy asked, voice low and gravely.

We had talked about this before. That at some point, when he thought I was ready, he would ask me if I wanted to be his boy. And when I was ready to say yes, he was going to fuck me.

I didn’t even hesitate.

“Yes, Daddy. I want to be your boy. Your cub. Please,” I answered, my voice cracking just a little.

With a smile, Daddy fastened the collar around my neck, and followed that with a pair of leather cuffs on my wrists. Then, grabbing me by the leash, he pulled me towards him and kissed me, hard. We sloppily made out for a while, our bodies soaking the sheets with our sweat. The low bass of the trance music Daddy had put on in the background pumped through the room. Everything was so warm, every scrape of skin against skin felt electric. It was amazing.

Still pulling me by the collar, Daddy changed positions, flipping onto his stomach on the center of the bed.

“Rim me, boy. Eat that ass,” he commanded, with a tug of the leash.

“Yes, SIR!” I answered, getting to work tongue-fucking Daddy in an instant.

I spread his cheeks and eagerly licked and prodded his hole with my tongue. All the while Daddy kept a tight hold on the leash. I could hear him encouraging me, telling me to give him more, go deeper. I lost track of time as I ate him out, enjoying the sensations even on my end. The room - and his ass - were sweaty and musky. I know it’s a little “masc4masc,” but it smelled manly as fuck and I loved it. Even the feel of his hole on my tongue, or squeezing his ass with my hands felt great.

“Up, boy,” Daddy gave his next order, punctuating with a tug on the leash. “I want you to get that cock in my ass and fuck me.

“Yes sir, Daddy,” I was reaching for the lube before he finished his sentence.

I applied a generous amount of lube to his ass and my cock, all the while still on leash. Daddy was in position on all fours, so I moved behind him, aimed my cock at his hole, and pushed in. I could hear him take a big hit of poppers as I did, and felt his hole relax around me. It wasn’t long before my pubes were scraping against his ass, and I gripped him tightly by the hips and groaned.

Another tug on the leash brought me out of my daze. “Fuck me, boy!” Daddy barked.

I started fucking his ass immediately. Oh my god, it felt so good. I held on tight to his hips as I pumped, my own moans matching his. I looked down, mesmerized by the sight of his ass swallowing and releasing my cock. I squeezed his ass around my shaft, loving the increase in pressure. I looked back up to see Daddy had his phone out, filming us for future enjoyment.

Knowing I was on camera, even for just a little, I did my best to play the part: obedient stud boy, servicing his Daddy’s ass with his big cock. The collar and cuffs certainly added to the image.

Releasing the leash, Daddy ordered me to go faster, harder, and I obeyed. I’m not sure how long I pounded his ass - time flies when you’re having fun and rolling your balls off. But I knew I wasn’t going to cum like this - not yet at least. Once he’d had enough, Daddy had me slow down and pull out. Rolling over, he pulled me down onto the bed next to him. Time for a little break. He pulled me close and kissed me as we caught our breaths and cuddled.

“Good boy, cubby,” Daddy praised, moving one hand down to play with my ass. “Your turn is next.”

For the first time in my life, I could not wait to get fucked.