Daddy Turned

Now, this was unexpected. He hadn’t thought he would enjoy the situation so much. He was used to being in charge. He had always been in charge. And here this young guy was playing with him, using him as if he were a toy, and he was rather enjoying it.

Paul was a top through and through.  He had the looks, he had the attitude and all the boys looking for a “daddy” flocked to him. Usually. This one was different. He wasn’t into being a “daddy’s boy”, he was into turning daddies into his boys. Or “bois”, as he liked to spell it. Yeah, Paul had thought. Big difference. As if he was going to be sub to this guy young enough to be his son. If he had had a son, which he hadn’t, but that was beside the point.

So that’s where it had stood and that’s the way it had stayed for a few weeks after Paul and the young guy had had a conversation at the bar. And that’s probably how it would have stayed forever if Paul hadn’t stumbled upon the young guy’s online profile – egad, he looked good! Really, really good. Maybe if Paul pretended to agree to his terms, they could meet and then… who knows? The youngster might have a change of heart, want to try something different, for once. After all Marty – that was the young guy’s name – had indicated an interest in Paul. He had even been the one to start the conversation at the bar. Surely, that must mean something, right?

Right, except it didn’t mean what Paul had thought it meant. When he had got in touch with Marty, the young man had enthusiastically agreed to meet him – good sign – and added that he was really looking forward to introducing Paul to his sub side – not so good. And if Paul had had any idea of the way he was going to turn the situation to his own advantage, then any hope of achieving that was soon dashed by Marty’s very “take charge” attitude. As soon as Paul arrived, Marty took him to his “play space”, told him to take his jacket, shoes and socks off and fastened a couple of restraints on his wrists to keep his hands behind his back. All that in a very polite but firm manner. Clearly, he was the one in charge. Paul had never got that from anybody that young.

“So, how does it feel to be in another man’s power?” Marty had asked.

“Well, I’m not sure…” Paul had said.

“And how does it feel,” Marty had said raising Paul’s tee-shirt up to his neck, “to have your tits played with?”

“Ooooh,” Paul had moaned, “qu-quite good, actually.”

“Now, daddy,” Marty said, feeling Paul’s crotch with one hand while the other was still playing with his tits, “this is already making you quite hard.”

“I… Huhh… I guess it is… Oooh…”

“Don’t worry. I’ll make you cum… eventually. But you’ll have to be very good. A very good “boi”. Can you be very good?”

“I… Oooh… I guess I can try.”

Paul knew that he wasn’t being totally honest. Just being played with by this hunky young stud was making him hard like he hadn’t been in ages. At that moment, he realized he wanted to belong to Marty. To be his daddy boi, his daddy toy.

If that was getting in touch with his sub side, he thought, then he had already gone most of the way.