Daddy Issues - part 5 (Finale) (NSFW) (Patreon)

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Daddy Issues - part 5

By Adam Lunter

“Let's get lost in that magic place all alone now…” —Berlin 

“You know you don’t have to d—,” Daddy said.  

Diego, who had been so turned on making out with Daddy in the smokers’ alley that he  had practically wrapped his legs around the older man as they kissed, was not about to slow  down. He grabbed Daddy by the back of his head and pulled him in for a long, hard kiss,  interrupting his sentence. For an instant, he was shocked at his audacity. He had never been  this assertive before, certainly not with a customer. But something inside of him wanted it  badly… wanted to be taken… wanted to be fucked standing up in this very alley by a man in  boots and a cover… a guy who looked big and tough but clearly had a kind heart. That  irresistible mismatch of exterior roughness and inner sensitivity had gotten the best of him, and  now he had to know what a daddy like that could do. 

Daddy finally broke the kiss and made eye contact with the young man who was  clinging to his back and grinding his crotch against the ridge in his jeans. For a moment, the  only sounds were the two men panting and the distant whir of traffic on the street.  “I take it that means you want to,” he said in a low, rumbling whisper. 

Diego nodded. “Ben can handle the bar by himself for an hour,” he whispered as he  directed Daddy’s hand to his crotch and hooked away the fabric with his pinky. “And I know  Finn is usually your go-to host, but since it’s his night off…” He inclined his head and flashed  the puppy dog eyes. 

Daddy leaned in and kissed Diego again. Diego pulled him closer as he felt the older  man’s hand sliding along his labia and the pad of his thumb drawing a circle on the engorged  tip of his clit with just enough pressure to make his eyes roll back in his head. Daddy’s kiss  became more confident, and the pressure on his button got a little stronger. Diego gasped, and  a little bit more of his juices rushed towards the opening, now covered by a leather glove. As  Daddy rolled the tip of Diego’s T-penis between his thumb and his first two fingers and  squeezed a little tighter, Diego felt all desire to be in control transfer from himself to the  leatherman.  

“How’s that?” Daddy asked in a low, rumbling whisper. 

Diego sighed, closed his eyes, and nodded. 

Daddy thwacked Diego on the clit just enough to make Diego yip. His eyes flew open,  and for a moment, the younger man looked comically surprised.  

“Say it,” Daddy ordered. He hadn’t raised his voice, but there was some force to it. “I love it, Daddy,” Diego heaved. 

“Can’t hear you,” Daddy said in a singsong voice as he thumped Diego on the clit again,  this time a bit harder.  

“I love it, Daddy!” Diego cried, channeling his surprise and the quick flash of pain into  his words. 

“I’m gonna walk away if you don’t say it like you mean it,” Daddy growled. “I fucking love it, Daddy!” Diego hollered. 

Daddy leaned in and rubbed his beard against Diego’s neck. Diego clutched tighter to  Daddy’s back, noticing the thud of his heart racing and the queer trembling of his hands as  adrenaline began to flow into his bloodstream. He wasn’t sure if he was turned on or scared,  but he was excited. The hand thumping him where he was most sensitive began massaging  him again, almost apologetically.  

“That’s my good boy,” Daddy whispered before kissing him once on the earlobe.  Diego melted into the feeling of Daddy’s hot breath on his ear, but his skin instantly  broke out in goose flesh as he felt Daddy’s silvery facial hair against his neck. Daddy’s teeth  took hold of the whiskers on his chin and tugged them again. The pain was sharp and needling  but not unbearable. If anything, the worst thing it did was make his heart pick up speed and  make his insides tremble in a way he’d never felt before. Daddy let go and kissed the spot he  had just tugged on with something that felt like loving tenderness. Diego whimpered in  delight. 

“Look at me,” Daddy ordered. 

Diego opened his eyes and met Daddy’s gaze under the brim of his Muir cap. For a  moment, Diego was mesmerized. Daddy brushed fingers glistening with Diego’s juices along  his mustache and slid them into his mouth. He closed his eyes and made a low humming  sound.  

“God, you taste good,” Daddy whispered after his fingers came out of his mouth.  “What do you say we take this inside?”  

Diego nodded. “Booth Six should be open.” 

The corners of the leatherman’s mouth and eyebrows rose slightly. “Oh yeah?” “I had a feeling that would make you happy.” 

Daddy rolled his eyes and uttered a lustful growl. He took hold of Diego’s wrist and  pulled him to the door that went back into the club. “Well then, we’d better move before  someone gets there first, shouldn’t we?” 

“Yes, Daddy,” Diego replied. 

 “Fuck, I love hearing you say that!” he said through his teeth as he opened the door and  took Diego back inside with him. 

The pink and purple lights of the club and the sound of Joan Jett’s cover of “Dirty  Deeds” coming from the overhead speakers swallowed them as they closed the door behind  them. On stage, Alek and Darryl ground their hips against each other in time with the music.  Guests hooted and cheered, waving cash at the two of them. Ahead of them, Firouz was  emerging from behind the heavy black curtain that separated the private booths from the rest of  the club in the company of a talkative, athletic fellow with green-tinted shades and a large gap  between his front teeth. Diego caught the eye of Ken, who was supervising the entrance to the  booths, and signaled that they were going to Booth Six for an hour. Ken nodded once, wrote  something down on a nearby notebook, and then swept the curtain aside for them to enter.  

Booth Six was the only one that had a sling in it. It technically belonged to Nik, who had  brought it in one night three years earlier at the request of one of his regular customers. He  hadn’t taken it home since then, and nobody had told him to do so, so it had become a  permanent fixture on indefinite loan to the club. Its black metal frame dominated the dimly lit  little pink room, and the large mirror covering the wall behind it made it look like an enormous  spider that had crawled out of its own tangled, silvery web and was ready to snatch its next  victim right out of the door frame. Diego had all of two seconds to process this before he found  himself stripped of his briefs and suspenders, flung onto the heavy-duty canvas rectangle  suspended beneath those black metal beams, and his sneakers hooked into the stirrups. For an  instant, all he could see was himself reflected in the round mirror mounted to the underside of  the frame, arms and legs splayed out, and tummy pumping. Then he heard the clinking sound  of a belt buckle, the rasp of a zipper, and the thud of boot heels on the floor and raised his head.  Daddy had his shirt off and his fly open. His hard cock and balls hung through the gap in his  jeans, and in the dimly lit room, Diego saw a glint of light off the metal cockring around the  base of Daddy’s goods. He also saw the look on Daddy’s face — a confident, lustful smile that  bordered on cocky and was the exact opposite of the one he had been wearing in the smokers’  alley a few minutes earlier — and smiled. That was the man he was used to and turned on by.  Suddenly, Diego was squirming with lust as he imagined the feel of the man’s whiskers mashed  against his pussy lips and the inside of his thighs. He didn’t have to wait long, either. Daddy  pulled up a chair, sat down, rubbed the back of his fingers against his bare thigh, and then dove  in, spreading his labia open, taking his enlarged clitoris into his mouth, and sucking on it. For a while, there were no sounds but the rattle of chains, the creak of metal, hungry slurps and  grunts of satisfaction, and Diego’s moans of pleasure.  

Daddy’s oral skills were raw and unvarnished; they had none of Seamus’s finesse and  fluidity. He was using his beard more than his tongue, and the feeling of the man’s rough  whiskers rubbing him where he was most sensitive made him feel like he was being stimulated  rather than getting eaten out. Even so, that didn’t stop Diego’s toes from curling inside his  sneakers, his hands from clutching at the sling’s chains so tightly that his knuckles went white,  and his voice from howling with delight. And when Daddy would pause and sink his teeth into  the meat of his inner thigh, the combination of the pinch of Daddy’s teeth and the feel of his  soaked whiskers on his skin rendered Diego incapable of doing anything other than moaning  and rolling his head from side-to-side as he rode out the pain first and then melted into the feel  of Daddy’s lips as he let go and kissed the spot he had gnawed. It was not oral sex like Diego  had ever known before, and when he came, it was with a jolting, electric spasm that made him  feel like he had burst through a barrier using brute force rather than soaring over it in easy  ecstasy.  

Daddy looked up over Diego’s torso, met the young bartender’s eyes, and smiled.  “Liked that, huh?” 

Diego was barely able to form words, but he nodded. “Ye- Yes, Daddy,” he panted. “Good boy,” Daddy said. He stood up, kicked the chair away from him, rubbed his  hand over his moist whiskers, and spat in his hand. “I liked it too,” he said, rubbing the palm  of his hand along the shaft of his cock. “But I need to be inside you. I want to breed you so  fuckin’ badly.” 

Diego looked up. “Ye… Yes, Daddy, but… can we…” he panted. 

Daddy looked concerned, and stroked Diego’s calf. “What is it?” 

Diego swallowed and hoisted himself up with a grunt. “It’s… it’s just... Jesus, I just don’t  think my pussy can take much more!” He finished his sentence with an apologetic grin.  “Need a break?” Daddy asked as he leaned over and put his hand behind Diego’s to  help him sit up.  

Diego’s smile turned impish. “No way, Daddy!” 

“But you just said your pussy couldn’t take much more,” Daddy said, lowering his  eyebrows in confusion. 

Diego raised his eyebrows, and his coy smile widened. “I did,” he agreed. And with  slow careful moves, he twisted himself, grabbed the chain over his right shoulder with his left  hand, and rotated himself on to his belly. The insteps of his sneakers were now hooked over the  chains that connected the bottom half of the sling to the frame, his hands now clutched the same set of chains from above, and his ass was up and ready. “But lucky for you,” he said, “I’ve got  another hole for you to wreck.” 

Daddy closed his eyes and licked his lips. “You saucy little brat,” he chuckled. “Why  the hell didn’t I think of that?”  

He took a fistful of Diego’s hair and rattled his head just a little bit before he leaned in  and kissed him. It wasn’t all that painful, but Diego knew not to make any movements that  were too quick, lest he wind up with a bald spot. He tasted and smelled his own juices on  Daddy’s whiskers and tongue, and his head began to swim.  

“Breed me,” he whispered as he broke the kiss. His eyes were screwed shut, but he  could tell from the tiny motion of the sling that Daddy was also working his inches just below  him. 

“Yeah?” Daddy whispered. “Want Daddy to fuck your ass, son?”  

“Yes!” Diego gasped, nodding as much as he could with his hair in Daddy’s clutches. “And what do we say when we want something from Daddy?” 

“Please!” Diego sighed. 

“Please what?”  

“Please fuck my ass, Daddy!”  

Daddy released Diego’s hair and pulled him in for another kiss by the back of his head.  He reached between his own legs, felt the dampness on the tips of his fingers, brought his hand  up to Daddy’s nose. Daddy broke this kiss, sniffed at Diego’s fingers, then stood up, took hold  of Diego’s wrist, and brushed his wet fingers against his hard cock. Daddy let go and Diego’s  hand encircled it, smearing its length with his juices. Daddy sighed with pleasure and ruffled  Diego’s hair before stepping back and walking back to his position in the sling. 

Diego first felt a hard smack on his ass and the pinch of Daddy’s teeth on his right check,  followed by a kiss that was so gentle, it almost felt comforting. Then he felt the knob of  Daddy’s cock sliding against his crack and pressing against his hole. He closed his eyes and  relaxed as Daddy slid effortlessly into his gut. Daddy’s cock was not the monster rocket that  belonged to Seamus (or his son), but in a way, that was better. Diego had been so stretched out  while riding Seamus that he hadn’t really shown him all he could do with it. But now with a  more manageable dick in his ass, Diego felt a bit more in control… and more eager to see how  quickly he could get Daddy to empty his balls inside him.  

The metal frame squeaked, and the chains rattled in time with Daddy’s smooth,  rhythmic thrusts. Daddy was sighing with delight as he told Diego how much he loved how  snug and warm his hole was. That was when Diego began squeezing Daddy’s cock with his  hole and pressing back a bit as Daddy drove his hips against Diego’s firm, muscled butt. It made Daddy hold tighter to Diego’s hips and drive his cock in deeper. They both gasped the  first few times Diego did it, and Daddy practically bayed at the sky when he did it again after  that.  

“Like that, huh?” Diego asked. His hair was hanging in his eyes in sweaty strings. “Fuck!” Daddy cried, his eyes wide with surprise. His hips were still bucking even as  Diego pulled him deeper inside him. It was like Diego was squeezing every inch of his cock  from base to tip, trying to milk his semen from him with every contraction. “Where did you  learn to do that?”  

 “Karim,” he answered as he grinned over his shoulder.  

“Holy shit! I might call out both of your names when I come!” Daddy said. His voice  came out shaky as if he were also trying to hold back a laugh. 

“Yeah? You close?” 

“Oh yeah!” Daddy said.  

“Then do it,” Diego whispered. “Breed me, Daddy!” 

The pitch and volume of Daddy’s moans rose higher as he drove his hips forward,  savoring the warmth of Diego’s gut and relishing the delicious squeezing of Diego around his  dick. His balls draw closer to his body, desperate to empty themselves. With his head thrown  back and his face damp with sweat, Daddy buried himself as deep as he could go and ground  hard against Diego’s hole. His balls mashed against Diego’s taint and were drenched with  another flood of juices. Diego let go of one of the chains and roughly massaged his clit as  Daddy, now driven to the balls of his feet and pulling Diego to him as tightly as he could,  surrendered to the involuntary throbbing of his cock. They literally roared as they came  together, one man leaking his juices onto the seat of the sling and the floor and the other  pumping load after load of warm semen into his partner. Daddy collapsed on Diego’s back, and  for a moment, all they could do was pant and feel their sweaty bodies against each other.  Eventually, Daddy’s heels returned to the floor, and Diego’s arms and legs fell over the edge of  the sling. Daddy pulled out and collapsed into the chair again. Diego simply lay there, all four  limbs hanging over the edges of the sling’s leather seat, trying to get his breath under control.  

“Mmm, that was wonderful,” Daddy droned as he pulled Diego closer and kissed him  on the top of his head. “Thank you.” 

They were not seated on the pink sofa that was pushed against the wall adjacent to the  sling, but rather on the floor in front of it. They had been down there for about twenty minutes or so. Daddy had his arm draped across Diego’s body, and Diego was snuggled up close to  him, playing with the hair on the older man’s forearm. He brought Daddy’s hand up to his  mouth and kissed it. “Feeling better?” he asked.  

Daddy smiled. “Oh yeah. Much.” 

Diego nodded. “Yeah. Me too.” 

Daddy hooked his finger under Diego’s chin and directed the boy’s face to his own.  “What do you mean, you too? Were you… not okay before?” 

Diego froze for a second, then rolled his eyes and sighed. He hadn’t meant for that to  slip out, but something about being in Daddy’s arms and basing in the afterglow of great sex  had caused his tongue to betray his mind. It had been happening a lot these last few weeks. He  guessed this was just one more occasion. 

“What is it?” 

“Let’s just say that hearing you talk about what you’re going through as a dad made me  realize I should probably give my old man a chance, too,” Diego finally said after a few beats of  silence. “He wants to see me soon and we haven’t spoken in years. Long story. But the point  is... well… maybe it won’t hurt to listen to what he has to say. I don’t know what it will get me,  but at least I’ll know I tried to come to the table with something other than anger.” 

“Ahh, I see” Daddy said, nodding.  

“Sorry if I just killed the pleasure of the afterglow,“ Diego said, laughing nervously “Don’t be silly,” Daddy said, hugging him close once again. “I’m glad you told me.  And if you want to know the truth, I needed to hear you say that.” 

“You did?” 

“Uh huh,” Daddy replied. “I wasn’t sure I had done the right thing unloading all that  stuff about Rachelle on you, at first. But now, it sounds like it may help you to do do something  different where your own dad is concerned. That means it was worth it to share all that with  you.”  

Diego squeezed Daddy’s arm. “It did.” 

“I’m glad,” Daddy said. “And I hope it works.” 

“Me too.” 

Daddy leaned in and kissed Diego once more on the top of the head. Diego cuddled in  close once more, and the two of them sat there a little longer in the quiet, each feeling safe and a  little bit better in the other man’s embrace.  

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