Daddy D, Part 4
Our cuddle break eventually turns into a groping and kissing break, after we catch our breaths. Everything still felt so good, I was perfectly content to let Daddy guide me through whatever he wanted to do next. Once he’s ready, Daddy extracted himself from the bed once more.
After first making sure we were both still well hydrated, he again opened his duffle bag of goodies. He wasn’t looking for much - just something to fasten my cuffs together. Returning to me, he attached my cuffs together and flipped me onto my stomach.
Daddy at first covered my body with his own, taking the opportunity to again bite and mark up my neck and shoulders. I wanted to wear his marks forever. Then he began to work his way down my back; reaching my ass first with his hands, and then his mouth. Roughly kneading and squeezing my cheeks, he spread my ass to tease my hole, gently blowing air over it. Then he dove in, tongue first.
I love getting rimmed. Contrary to popular belief, a lot of tops enjoy having their asses played with. I just don’t enjoy when you try to stick something more than a tongue in there. Tease and rub the outside of my hole to your heart’s content - it feels great. But any boy who tries for more is gonna get some sense spanked into him real quick.
Daddy was no slouch when it came to rimming. I moaned aloud as I felt his tongue press inside of me, and shuddered when I felt his beard scrape against my crack. I fisted the sheets as best as I could with my hands cuffed together, scrabbling for leverage so I could get my ass up and make it easier to eat. I pushed back into Daddy’s face over and over until I was meeting his tongue every time he thrust it forward.
All good things must eventually come to an end, of course, and once he was finished Daddy extracted his face from my ass before flipping me over onto my back. My wrists were still cuffed together, though I could move them easily enough, just not separate them. I looked up at Daddy to see him staring down at me hungrily.
Guess it’s time to take some Daddy dick.
Daddy moved onto the bed between my legs and then lifted them onto his shoulders. I looked up at him, a little afraid, but immensely turned on. He reached down and gently rubbed my belly, trailing his hand down lower until I felt his fingers behind my balls. After teasing my still wet hole for a moment, He reached over me to the nightstand. Setting the lube to the side for a moment, he held a rag in one hand, and with the other emptied the remaining contents of a bottle of poppers onto it.
“This will help you relax, cubby,” Daddy reasoned, putting the rag in my hands and then moving my hands to my face. I got the idea.
Lubing his cock up, he moved forward, my legs bending as he reached down to guide himself to my hole. Ooof. It burned going in. I took a whiff of poppers from my rag and felt my hole relax. I could feel Daddy rub at my chest and I looked up, meeting his concerned eyes.
I focused on my breathing and trying to stay relaxed. I could feel Daddy’s hands on my body and his thighs getting ever closer to mine. It had been some time since I last bottomed. And even longer than that since I last enjoyed it. Once he’s all the way in, it’s all I could do to not push him out. Leaning down to kiss me, I’m nearly folded in two, but I happily wrapped my arms around his neck and kiss back. Once he felt that I relaxed enough, he pulled back and started off with slow, gentle thrusts.
The pain goes away quickly, thanks to the molly. With the popper-rag in one hand, I use the other to rub at Daddy’s chest and play with his nipples. He’s been making steady thrusts into me, pulling about halfway out each time. Between the warmth of the room and the thump of the bass, I started to lose myself in our movements. The poppers probably helped too.
We changed positions once, Daddy pulling me towards the corner of the bed so he could stand. Still on my back, he re-entered my ass and began to fuck with more force and speed. Any pain I’ve felt so far is completely overridden by these intense bursts of pleasure everytime he nailed my prostate. I had felt things similar to this, but never this strong before - I’ve never actually wanted to bottom before. I could start to feel my breath shorten the more forceful his thrusts became, and I could hear the high pitched noises coming out of my mouth every time he pushed in.
Soon though, I started feeling something strange, some sort of tension building inside me. It felt like I had to pee, but only when Daddy was in me - when he pulled out it went away. Not wanting to ask him to stop, I said nothing and just focused on holding in my piss We had been making sure to stay hydrated, so I figured he was just pressing down on my full bladder, but the pressure kept increasing. Eventually, I had to warn Daddy so he could stop.
“Daddy…” I half groaned, half whined. “Daddy, hold on, something’s weird,” I was squeezing the rag from earlier tightly in my fist.
Daddy looked down at my quizzically, pausing his thrusting for a moment. “What’s wrong, cub?” he inquired.
“It feels like I might piss myself if you keep going. Can I run to the bathroom real quick?” I offered.
Still looking at me questioningly, he followed up. “You like watersports don’t you, boy?”
I did. “Yes, sir…but I don’t want to mess up your bed.”
With a cocky smirk, Daddy bottomed out in my ass again. “Just let go, cubby.” And he began to fuck again with fervor.
Oh god. I white-knuckled the rag again, the sudden pounding catching me off guard. The look on Daddy’s face was one of hunger and determination, but for what, I wasn’t sure. Not only was the pressure in my bladder continuing to build, but I could feel all of my muscles tightening up. Too much, something was happening…
As Daddy continued to pound me the pressure in my bladder finally burst, and all of my muscles seized up at once. I started spraying piss all over the both of us. It was like a dam had burst and all the water rushed through. My jock did nothing to stem the shower, covering both of our stomachs and chests. To this day it remains one of the most intense feelings I have ever experienced in my life.
And then it happened again. And again. And again. I lost count after the first five. Daddy just kept wringing dry orgasm after dry orgasm out of me, and every time he did I would soak us both in a fresh stream of piss. Or at least mostly piss. It was mostly clear, like water, but with some viscosity to it. Almost like a combination of both semen and piss. I have no idea how scientifically accurate that is, I just know what I felt being rubbed into my chest as Daddy fucked another one out of me.
I don’t know how long Daddy kept it up or how many times I came. I’m surprised I wasn’t totally catatonic by the time he was finished. I felt him drying me briefly with a towel before pulling me in for a cuddle on the bed, my head draped over his chest. We let ourselves rest, cooling down and catching our breaths. Physically, I could tell my body would love nothing more than laying down for some sleep right now. But mentally, I was nowhere near done with this night.
After we rest, we’re ready for another round. Puttering around the room briefly, I can see Daddy looking between the door and a large empty glass on his nightstand.
“What’s up, Daddy?” I asked.
“I gotta piss, but I really don’t wanna leave the room so I’m thinking of just doing it in this,” he gestured to the glass.
As he grabbed the glass and aimed his cock at it, I wordlessly slid to my knees in front of him. Already engaged in this kink a little tonight, fuck it, let’s go balls to the wall.
“You don’t have to use the glass, Daddy,” I informed him from my spot on the floor.
Daddy looked down at me, confused for a second, before the lightbulb went on. Putting the glass back down, he grabbed his cock and pushed it into my mouth.
“Swallow.”
I didn’t let a drop spill. Pretty good for my first time doing this, don’t you think? I swallowed down everything Daddy gives me until his bladder was emptied. I look up at him, the cocky look on his face practically beaming.
Goddamn that was hot. I would happily be this man’s urinal.
Daddy helps pull me up before pushing me back on the bed. This time on all fours.
I don’t know exactly how long we went, but it was early the next morning when we decided we were finally finished. We fucked each other in every way we could think of. He’s had me doggy, missionary, on my side - and every time I got to experience my fun new pissgasms, throwing my ass back to meet him. I got my turns topping him again as well, on his back and bent over the side of the bed.
When we started to notice dawn’s light peeking in through the window, we took stock of ourselves and the room. It was warm and muggy, smelling like the muskiest of locker rooms. The bed had sweat stains and spots from where my piss sprayed out. I’m soaked in sweat, and my neck and shoulders are covered in red and purple bite marks and hickeys. Daddy, however, is mark free, though looking dead ass tired, and who can blame him.
We needed to get some sleep. We also should probably get cleaned up first, at least a little.
We didn’t though. Fuck it. Daddy climbed into bed and laid me next to him, pulling the slightly damp sheets over both of us. We snuggled up close, as much body contact as possible, and just reveled in our raunch. As I laid there covered with my Daddy’s scent and marks, I drifted off to a happy and restful sleep.