Daddy's Rule

Brett never realized the potential being a boy could have. He was surprised when another man took interest in him that way, hoping to have a submissive in the relationships. Despite the man being an attractive daddy, Brett was hesitant at first. Wanting to be with the man though, he decided to at least try it out.

He didn't expect the relationship to have requirements so fast. It wasn't a suggestion, but an order to spend the day and night over once a week. Brett didn't object, still happy with the new relationship, not thinking about how the scope of his obedience would expand. It soon became two mandatory nights, which wasn't a problem until it became three.

Brett didn't consider that time at work wouldn't be an exception. He'd previously been spending his entire Saturday and Sundays with his daddy, but when he arrived Friday after his job with only two days left in the week, he woke up gagged and chained Saturday morning.

"You broke the rules boy, you're spending the week with me to learn your lesson"

The Daddy removed Brett's clothes, phone, anything personal from the house. He called Brett out of work for that week, giving no explanation.

Brett had no control in the relationship from that moment, fucked whenever Daddy wanted, fed whenever Daddy wanted. His head was shaved, a lock and chain added to his neck, only permitted to wear a jockstrap.

The week was hell at first, but as the time went on, Brett felt something wake up inside him. He'd never felt so free in his life, his worries and problems completely removed, decided for him. He began to look forward to each time he was fucked, able to spend time with his Sir, to submit. He began to feel the most joy he'd ever had in his life, unburdened from problems, knowing he'd be taken care of.

Brett didn't realize he'd stopped counting days until he heard his phone ring in the house one morning. The sir brought the phone in, showing who was calling. It was Brett's boss, the day Monday shown on the phone screen. Brett was already missing work for the second week.

"Pick it up if you want, boy" The Daddy said, offering the phone.

Brett looked at it. He knew he should pick it up, but also knew how much he'd lose if he answered. He'd have to go back to work, lose time with his Sir, lose the new freedom of his life. Brett's anticipation grew with each ring, feeling the control of his life slipping further and further away each time.

Brett felt a rush of relief once it stopped ringing, his decision made.

"Good boy" The Daddy said, reinforcing Brett's submission.

In a second the phone started ringing again, but this time Daddy answered.

"Sorry, Brett won't be coming to work anymore. Don't call again" He said, hanging up immediately after.