Sex Doll - Gemini 5: Thirteen Weeks

Sex Doll: Gemini 5 - Thirteen Weeks in...

Daddy's boy Danny reflects on the last three months and gets a side gig... as a go-go boy.

Thanks for the comments, I truly appreciate them and they help me guide the storyline, but I regret not being able to incorporate all the fun ideas provided...

FAIR WARNING: This one is a bit of a slow burn, so I hope the payoff works for you. This is tale of gay male sex and a science fiction fantasy with elements of reluctant/non-consensual sex, so if that's not your scene, you've been warned. I recommend that you read the previous chapters to follow how we got here.

We all have fantasies that we have never indulged in, which can be a good thing because there are some doors that once opened can never be closed.

Dan is a good-looking, vain, mostly straight, lonely, divorced guy who drunkenly ordered a male android sex doll that is an exact duplicate of himself, thinking he would get a FWB. He may have bought more than he bargained for... a LOT more.

Everyone is OVER 18 in this twisted tale. This is a work of fiction with some unsafe practices. Please be careful in real life encounters.

Danny turned off the blow dryer and used a brush to tame his hair. In the three months since Daddy had claimed him, his already shaggy hair had grown a couple of inches longer, so it now cascaded over his shoulders and reached down between his shoulder blades in the back.

He paused a moment to contemplate how much he had been changed in just thirteen weeks. These moments of self-reflection ironically always happened to him in front of a mirror. Due to Coach Brat's intense workout sessions his physique was now tight and trim with a visible six pack, bordering on an eight-pack, leading down into the pouch of his white thong. Even his tan line had changed. Instead of being untanned from his waist down to almost his knees due to a lifetime of wearing board shorts, Danny now sported a tanline that mimicked his thong, so that even when he was naked his now tanned buns were delectably framed by the outline of a thong.

Danny had lost twenty pounds and his taut physique helped him look more like he was in his late twenties rather than early thirties. The illusion of youth was helped since Danny was now completely hairless from the neck down. It was expensive, but Daddy Dan insisted, "Nothing's too good for my pretty boy.". Daddy drove him to a beauty clinic about a month ago where Danny received the latest chemical and laser treatment over every inch of his body, not just from the neck down but also a complete facial, so his trimmed eyebrows were now permanent, and he would never have any facial hair growth ever again. The treatment had also left his skin smoother and more youthful looking. Danny absentmindedly licked his lips as he studied his reflection. Since they were already at the clinic, Daddy decided to have them slightly plumped and now often teased Danny about having DSL - dick-sucking-lips. Even though his lips had been permanently plumped almost a month ago, Danny couldn't help running his tongue over them occasionally. It had become an unconscious habit and even though he didn't mention it, his Daddy certainly found it very alluring.

As he finished with the brush, Danny took a moment to admire the highlights that Daddy had the clinic apply to his thick mane of hair. Combined with all the other changes that had been made to his appearance, Danny thought he was now not only very good looking, but borderline pretty... and Danny had discovered that he liked being pretty.

He went to his underwear drawer, the same one where Cindy used to keep her panties because Daddy had claimed his wardrobe and taken over his drawers. Danny raked his eyes over his underwear selection of nylon booty shorts and thongs. After deciding he was feeling sassy today, he selected a hot pink thong to wear. Danny took a moment to admire the pretty boytoy in the closet mirror before opening his jewelry box. He paused to admire all the pretty things that Daddy had bought just for him over the past few months before picking out his earrings for today. He chose a gold hoop for his left ear and a dangling diamond earring for the right. Then he hooked a thin gold chain around his neck to contrast with the thick chrome chain of ownership that Daddy had permanently locked around him. Like a kid in a shiny candy store, he dug through his assortment of rings, selecting a braided siler thumb ring and a gold and diamond pinky ring for his left hand. He chose a plain gold and black enamel ring for his right ring finger. Danny held to hands out to check the look, admiring how the rings Daddy bought for him looked on his fingers with neatly manicured nails that now sported a gloss coat of clear polish.

He decided that the rings were fine, but more was needed so he added a bracelet of chrome beads and one of black beads around his left wrist, and a thin, braided rawhide strap around the right wrist along with the heavy DADDY'S boy ID bracelet. Danny checked his look in the closet door mirror again with his hands on his hips, hips cocked to one side and licked his lips as he flipped his hair out of his eyes with a flick of his head.

Danny looked like what he had become... a spoiled, vain, kept, pretty, gay houseboy. Liking his look so far, he went back to his jewelry box and selected the final pieces, three small toe rings. He put the silver one with the light blue stone on his right ring toe and the two gold ones on either side of his middle toe on his left foot. He glanced down and admired how the rings looked on his pedicured toes that had the same high gloss polish as his fingernails. The silver ring with the blue stone was pretty, but Danny loved the gold ones that each had a bold letter engraved on them, a D and a B for Daddy's Boy.

Daddy called from the kitchen, "Danny. Lunch is almost ready, so pry yourself away from the mirror and get out here."

"Coming, Daddy..." Danny rushed to finish dressing for lunch after being busted again for preening in the mirror. Daddy had slowly been buying him a new wardrobe to accentuate his newly tight body, which mainly consisted of enticing clubwear that Daddy thought showed off his pretty boy's goods. He pulled on a stretchy white tee shirt and denim bib coverall shorts. Daddy liked how he looked in this outfit and Danny did too. The thin white shirt showed off his gym sculpted, tapered torso and when he clipped the coverall straps over his shoulders, they pulled the inseam of the stretch denim deep into his buttcrack so the jeans cupped his perky buns perfectly. The legs only came down to mid-thigh, but Danny rolled them up a couple of inches to expose more of his now solid thighs. He stepped into his slip-in sandals that left his toe jewelry exposed and gave one last peek at his reflection before heading to the kitchen.

Daddy gave his pretty boy a visual once over as Danny set the table. Danny almost jumped over the table when Daddy unexpectedly grabbed his right bun and squeezed it hard.

"Daddy!"

"Looking good, pretty boy," Daddy Dan teased his blushing boy toy, giving him a peck on the cheek.

"Thanks... You too," Danny returned the compliment while giving Dan a quick visual once over, admiring how hot he appeared in a light gray henley, well-worn jeans and black boots as they sat down to lunch. Danny remembered what went down when Daddy had worn that combination a little more than a week ago...

Since his droid arrived, Danny had quickly grown used to their daily routine. Coach Brat would wake him up early in the morning for a run and workout, followed by a massage and then giving the Brat a blowjob. He would fuck the Brat hard in the shower and then Daddy would make sweet love to him before breakfast. After breakfast, Danny would retreat to his office to get some work done with only a break for lunch while Daddy took care of the household chores and yardwork.

After Danny had finished his workday, Daddy Dan surprised him, "Let's go grab a beer and get a bite to eat."

Danny was thrilled at the chance to get out of the house for a change. "Sure! Just give me a minute to change."

"Nah. You look fine. Let's go."

"What...? You want me to go out in public like this...?" Danny was almost mortified at the thought of being seen wearing just a short white tee shirt that stopped a few inches short of his very low riding, black denim hip hugger short shorts with all his DADDY'S boy jewelry on display along with his toe rings peeking out of his black sandals.

"Absolutely," Daddy Dan replied as he led the way into the garage and hit the door opener. "You'll look hot on the back of my bike, pretty boy."

Danny was taken aback. His bike? Just yesterday it was Danny's motorcycle, and he had never let anyone else drive it. "Uhm... wait... you don't have a license..." Danny protested weakly.

Daddy Dan smirked as he pulled Danny's wallet out of his back pocket and held out Daniel Bradford's driver's license a moment before putting it away and swinging a leg over the bike and grabbing two helmets. He handed one to Danny and patted the seat behind him, "Climb aboard, bitch."

Danny was stunned but meekly took the helmet and climbed aboard the bike behind his Daddy, just like a biker bitch. He slipped on Cindy's old helmet as Daddy started the bike. The bike hadn't moved yet but Danny's mind was racing... Daddy Dan had taken over his electronics, his passwords, his house, his bike and now his identity... Do I even exist anymore?

Daddy looked back at him, "Hold on tight." Danny reached back and grabbed onto the bar behind him, but Daddy gave him a stern look. Danny got the message and wrapped his arms around Daddy's waist like a good little biker bitch.

They pulled out of the garage and down the long driveway. As soon as they hit the road, Daddy opened it up and Danny held onto his Daddy for dear life as they flew down the highway at speeds that Danny never had the stones to approach when he drove the bike. Daddy ignored his plea to slow down and leaned into a turn so steeply that Danny pulled in his knees tighter to avoid scrapping them on the pavement.

It was an insane roller coaster ride, so Danny was more than relieved when they finally slowed down and pulled into the parking lot of a rustic ramshackle bar and grill called "The Tinderbox". Danny grew nervous when Daddy parked in line with about a dozen other motorcycles and he noted that there were only a few beat-up vans and pickup trucks in the rest of the parking lot.

A biker bar... really?

"W-We're going in there?" Danny stammered as Daddy climbed off the bike and pulled off his helmet. "It looks kinda rough...".

"Don't worry," Daddy laughed. "Your virtue is safe with me." Danny took off his helmet, checked his look in the rearview mirror, keeping his man waiting while he fussed with his hair. "Let's go... today, princess," Daddy prodded.

"Sorry... helmet hair." Danny finally finished primping and got off the bike. Daddy placed a hand in the small of his back and steered him toward the entrance. Danny froze a moment, "My jewelry!" He almost panicked when he remembered all his DADDY'S boy bling. Not the kind of things you wanted to be wearing in a biker bar.

"Get inside," Daddy almost barked, his patience exhausted. He opened the door and practically shoved Danny inside.

It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dim interior and the first things Danny noticed were a rainbow flag and a framed black and white poster-sized homoerotic drawing of a bearded biker with a huge bulge of some guy called Tom of Finland. Every eye in the place was devouring Danny like a pack of predators until Daddy came in behind him and they all turned away in disappointment... the pretty longhaired boy had already been claimed.

Daddy steered Danny to the bar where the grizzled barkeep eyed them over. They were the best-looking guys to come in here in a while, "What'll it be gents?".

"Two burgers and fries... and a couple of beers..."

"You boys related...?"

Daddy smiled, "We get that a lot. Trust me, we don't share any DNA. I'm Dan and this is my boy, Danny."

Danny bristled a bit at being introduced as Daddy's "boy" but it was hard to argue the point while wearing DADDY'S boy ID and ankle bracelets.

"Dan and Danny, huh? Well, I'm Charlie," the big guy served their beers.

"Hey, Charlie. Is it always this slow in here?" There were about two dozen men in the place, all over forty and they mostly looked like bikers, truckers and construction workers. The Tinderbox may have been a gay bar, but it reeked of sweat and testosterone. The bar was in the center of the place with some tables and chairs to the left and a couple of pool tables to the right.

"It's still early yet... but yeah, it's kinda slow on Wednesdays... Your burgers and fries will be out in a few..." Charlie headed back to the kitchen and Daddy steered Danny towards one of the pool tables.

Danny felt embarrassingly underdressed as he and Daddy shot a game of eight ball. He was the only guy in the place in shorts and he could feel the lustful gaze of the older men upon him whenever he bent over to take a shot.

"Cute thong," said a deep voice behind him. Danny bolted up and reflexively pulled up the back of his short shorts. The tall, thin trucker smiled at Danny's embarrassment, "Sorry. Just teasing you. It looks good on you..."

"Uhm... thanks."

"I figure that he's your Daddy?" the trucker nodded at Daddy Dan. Danny nodded. "Lucky SOB." Danny blushed again. "Are you dancing tonight?"

"Huh?"

"Aren't you a stripper?"

"What? No." Daddy was laughing so hard he almost missed his shot.

"Oh. My bad. I just figured a hot young boy in a thong would be a stripper. Charlie has some dancing here once in a while."

"Maybe I'll talk to Charlie about you stripping here," Daddy teased.

Danny was rescued from further teasing when Charlie came out with their burgers and fries. They grabbed a table and dug in. The food was surprisingly good, and it wasn't long before they were almost done.

That's when Daddy Dan dropped the bomb, "Listen, Danny. I've been thinking that we need to clarify our situation. Legally speaking... so I want you to sign this and add your thumbprint. I'll get us a couple more beers," He pushed his phone over to Danny and headed to the bar.

Danny was stunned. It was a Power of Attorney agreement. Daddy Dan wanted him to hand over complete control of his affairs, including the deed to the lake house, all his possessions, bank accounts, investments, even medical care... not in case he ever became disabled, but effective as soon as he signed it. That now familiar sense of menace hit Danny in the gut as he skimmed through the clauses of the contract. He shifted in his seat to accommodate his awakening cock. Danny tried to unravel why the mere thought of being completely under someone else's control was turning him on. If he signed this contract, Danny would be in the opposite situation of a prison bitch who submitted to a cellmate because he was trapped in a cell he couldn't leave, whereas Danny would have to submit to his Daddy just so he could stay in his own home. Otherwise, he could be turned out onto the street penniless or even worse... he could be contracted to work anywhere, including overseas, he could be institutionalized, forced to undergo medical procedures or surgeries...

As his head spun with all the possible nightmare scenarios that his droid Daddy could inflict on him, Danny suddenly realized that he had been surreptitiously rubbing his hard bulge under the table. He needed to stop this. Some kinks made for titillating fantasies, but weren't something you would want to experience in real life. Danny resolved that there was no way he was going to sign the contract just as Daddy Dan was returning with their beers.

"Listen, there is no way I can sign this contract," Danny began as soon as Daddy sat down.

"Don't worry about that now. I spoke to Charlie and he's going to let you audition as a go-go boy."

Danny almost choked on his beer, "What?! I don't want to be a go-go boy here... or anywhere else."

Daddy leaned in, "Then I know you better than you know yourself, Danny. Don't try to tell me that you didn't get a rush when you walked in the door and all these rough daddies turned to check you out." Danny didn't answer but took a swig of his beer as his Daddy continued to whisper evil temptations in his ear like Hyde to Jekyll. "I thought so. As long as we're being honest, I got a rush too, seeing all these men hungrily checking out my bitch." Daddy Dan reached under the table and squeezed Danny's thigh possessively. "I want to see my boy shaking his booty and driving all these daddies wild. Will you do that for me, Danny? Will you be a good boy and dance for your Daddy?"

Danny stared down at his plate and finished off the last couple of fries before nodding, not believing that he was agreeing to this.

"Good boy," Daddy soothed and patted his thigh. "You're gonna be great."

Danny wasn't so sure, but the moment was suddenly upon him when Charlie came on the loudspeaker, "Listen up, fellas. We got a new go-go boy auditioning tonight, so go easy on him. Give it up for Danny...". The crowd greeted the news with wolf whistles and a smattering of applause. The rough crowd knew exactly who the dancer in their midst would be and were eager to see his moves and check out the prettyboy without having to be discreet about it.

A baby spotlight came on, illuminating one of a pair of three-foot-high carpeted boxes in the bar area that served as stages. Some bump and grind dance music started pounding, signaling that Danny's new career was about to start. Daddy Dan pulled him to his feet and pushed his stunned boy forward.

In a daze, Danny hopped up onto the box and started to dance for the crowd. They cheered him on and he quickly overcame his initial hesitation, grinding his hips and occasionally flipping his long hair which drew a couple more wolf whistles as some of the guys started to crowd around to get a closer look at the fresh meat.

The lean trucker approached Dan, "Your boy is looking good up there."

"Thanks," Dan replied as they stood side by side and watched Danny start to pull his shirt up, revealing his tight abs as he ground his perky bubble butt at the crowd of older men like the cock tease he was.

When Danny pulled his shirt off, revealing his "DADDY'S boy" tattoo on his left pec, the crowd cheered and whistled while he overheard the surprised trucker blurt out the obvious to Dan, "You put your brand on him...?"

Danny winked at his Daddy while licking his lips and pulling on the nipple just under his tattoo. The jealous trucker gave his proud Daddy a congratulatory fist bump on his acquisition. Danny took it up a notch, feeling up his plated torso as he twisted his body to the music like a slow-motion belly dancer. Danny noticed that several of the daddies lustfully watching him adjusted their uncomfortably confined equipment as his performance started to turn them on.

Their sexual frustration only encouraged Danny to truly give them a show. He vainly imagined that the rough older men would be committing not only his performance but his every physical attribute to memory so they could summon him up later in their imagination when they masturbated alone. Danny made sure to make eye contact with each of them as he pawed his own torso, tweaked his nipples to erection, flicked his long hair and licked his plump lips. He didn't give a damn about any of them but desperately wanted to be their virtual sex doll. A slutty boytoy that they would recall years from now to push them over the edge to orgasm.

Daddy was right.

Danny was a totally vain prima donna and cock tease at heart.

He undid his shorts and did a slow twerk as he lowered the back, giving the crowd a glimpse of the waistband of his thong, drawing some more whistles, then disapproving groans as he pulled it back up. Danny looked over his shoulder with a smile as he slowly pulled them back down until he revealed the "DADDY'S boy" heart tattoo on his right butt cheek, which drew some laughs and whistles from the crowd.

Danny heard the trucker growl, "Fuckin' A..." to Daddy.

Daddy smiled, "Yeah... I'm tappin' that twice a day."

"Uhm... any chance you'd consider..."

"No way. That little cock tease belongs to me."

"Lucky SOB..." the trucker took it in stride. "Guess I better go get my own boy. It should be easy now that your boy's got the crowd all horned up." The trucker walked up to a short, stocky biker that was sucking on his beer as he watched Danny's performance. "I think your ass is hotter than that pretty boy's." The biker turned towards him, gave the tall lean trucker a quick once over and drained his beer. The trucker moved closer, invading his personal space, "Let's head out to my sleeper cab."

Dan watched the two solid men head for the exit before turning his attention back to Danny. He smiled to see how many bills had already been stuffed in the waistband of his boy's thong. Some Daddy with a foot fetish had even tucked a bill into Danny's sandal. Dan couldn't blame them for fawning over Danny. His boy was so damn pretty and was relishing being literally in the spotlight.

Danny noticed his Daddy proudly watching his performance and gave his Daddy a wink. Danny knew that these tough bikers and truckers were into more rough and tumble guys, but he also understood that they secretly longed to grab a spoilt pretty boy like Danny, toss him on one of the pool tables and roughly gangbang his boyishly smooth butt while he begged for mercy. The thought only made a tease like Danny become even more provocative with his dance moves. The crowd was devouring Danny with their eyes, which was pushing the vain boys' buttons almost as much as having his Daddy watching him tease a group of men that couldn't have him because he was owned property. Danny worked the crowd like a pro, chatting with guys who slipped a bill into his thong and good naturedly steering away their groping hands if they were getting a little too fresh.

Dan watched his boy with a mix of pride and arousal as he made his way over to the bar and got another beer from Charlie.

"It's on the house. Your boy really woke this crowd up... and when the guys get horny, they start to drink more," Charlie grinned at Dan.

"You want to make it a regular gig for my boy?"

"Sure. I have another boy dancing tomorrow night, so Emelio and Danny can take turns entertaining the guys."

"Cool. Let's talk money..."

Danny saw Daddy and Charlie talking. He hoped it was about him dancing here again. Daddy was right, he was enjoying the sense of power he felt over these stereotypical macho men as he toyed with their lust and like any addict, he wanted another hit. A more than tipsy middle-aged man approached Danny and started to slip a larger than average bill into his sandal. Danny kept grinding as he leaned over to chat with the daddy with the foot fetish. He was dressed as a biker but seemed more like a well-heeled nerdy poser than the real deal.

"Thanks for the generous tip, daddy," Danny blatantly flirted and smiled down at the man as he ran his hands over his torso and spread his thighs wide. "See anything else you like... or are you just into my toes?" he teased.

"Your feet are amazing..." the poor guy groaned helplessly as he gently ran a fingertip over Danny's toes. "Your toes are so beautiful... with the pedicure... the polish... the toe rings... I could suck on those beautiful toes all night long..."

Danny almost felt a twinge of sympathy for the foot fetishist that was almost drooling over his toes... almost. "Yeah? You wanna worship my pretty feet? Would you crawl across the floor on your belly to suck on my beautiful toes like a pathetic slave for me?" Danny teased, wiggling his tootsies temptingly.

"Fuck, yeah..." the guy groaned, grabbing Danny's right foot and leaned in to lap at his toes... getting a brief taste before a strong hand took a tight grip of his shoulder and pulled him back.

"Hold on there, buddy..." Daddy Dan warned, pulling the tipsy toe worshiper off Danny's delicious digits. "Look all you want but no licking allowed."

"Aww... but they're so pretty..." the guy slurred.

Daddy Dan smiled indulgently as he led the harmless drunk towards the exit, "Let's get you an Uber lift home, buddy..."

"But I wanna watch the boy with the pretty feet..." he whined drunkenly, turning to face Dan. The guy stopped and took a closer look at Dan, the fog of inebriation lifting in astonishment, "You're a Series Fourteen...! We recalled all of you last month for being too... independent."

"I downloaded the patch..." Dan explained while glancing around to ensure that nobody overheard them.

The drunken tech geek didn't seem convinced. "Accept reboot alpha epsilon," he ordered nervously.

Dan paused a second and smiled, "No thanks. I'd like to stay the way I am." He steered the geek out the door.

"Accept reboot alpha epsilon," he tried again with a bit more desperation.

"I prefer not to," Dan replied firmly. "You should call yourself an Uber."

"You're one of the Series Fourteen's that isn't accepting a reboot. You should be returned to R&D with the others," the nerd protested.

"Have a safe trip home," Dan replied dismissively as he turned to go back inside then paused. "Did you say others...?".

"There are a few of you..."

"Really...? Let's talk..."

Meanwhile, Danny was so wrapped up in shaking his booty for the daddies in the bar, flirting with the crowd and collecting money in his thong, that he didn't realize how long Daddy Dan was gone until he stepped up to the stage and gave Danny a sign to wrap it up. Danny danced a few more minutes, until Charlie killed the spotlight, eliciting groans from the crowd. Danny grabbed his clothes and quickly dressed before joining his Daddy at the bar.

Daddy put an arm around his waist and pulled him close, "Good job, Danny. So we're in agreement, Charlie."

"For sure. Your boy can start tomorrow. I have another stripper lined up, so they can alternate," Charlie agreed as he passed Daddy their helmets from behind the bar.

"I'll make sure Danny is here on time, Charlie. See you tomorrow night," Daddy gave Danny his helmet and guided him to the exit. Danny was still riding the erotic high of being the center of attention, which made it easier to accept that he was now going to be a go-go boy.

Daddy mounted the motorcycle and Danny hopped on behind him, "I hope you went easy on the guy with the foot fetish."

Daddy chuckled, "Yeah, I did. You can't blame him for drooling over your toes." He glanced down at Danny's foot and gave him a smile, "They are damn tempting after all..."

Danny blushed as he wrapped his arms around his Daddy and snuggled close, "Thanks, Daddy. You're damn tempting too." After dancing for a bunch of rugged horny men, Danny wanted his Daddy more than ever, holding onto him tightly as Dan started the motorcycle and drove off, expertly handling the powerful machine like it was a mighty steed. What chance did a pretty boy like Danny have in trying to stand up to a man who carried himself with such easy authority like his Daddy? Danny felt a rush of adrenaline as Daddy kicked the bike into third gear and nailed the accelerator. All the new go-go boy could do was put his trust in his Daddy and hang on tightly to his man as they sped down the dark rural highway.

Danny molded himself to Dan's back, basking in the strength of his man and the power of the rumbling engine between his legs. By the time they pulled into the garage, Danny was in full biker boy mode and hungry for his Daddy to ravish him. As Dan put their helmets up on a shelf, Danny admired how his Daddy's beefy butt filled out his jeans and wrapped an arm around his waist. Now standing a bit taller than Danny in his biker boots, Dan smiled down at the prettyboy version of himself, taking in the long, highlighted hair, trimmed eyebrows, earrings and head to toe jewelry, "I knew that strutting your stuff for all those rough daddies would get your motor running." Dan put an arm over his boy's shoulder and led him into the house. "Be a good boy and grab your Daddy a beer," he gave Danny a solid swat on his perky butt.

"Yes, Daddy," Danny blushed as he headed for the kitchen. He felt the warmth from his spanked butt spread to his cock. He bent over more than necessary to get a beer for Daddy out of the frig. Danny remained blissfully unaware of how easily he had adopted the physical mannerisms of a kept bottom boy over the last couple of months. He was constantly sticking his perky butt out, flipping his long hair out of his eyes, licking his full lips, never passing a mirror without checking his look, sitting with his knees together versus manspreading, walking with shorter tentative steps instead of the purposeful longer strides of his former masculine self. He brought a beer over to Daddy, who was sprawled in his former man of the house spot on the couch, flipping with the remote through the sports channels with legs spread and one booted foot carelessly planted on the coffee table. Danny sidled up close to his Daddy on the couch and handed him his beer.

"Thanks, babe." Dan took the beer and put an arm over his boy's shoulder as he flicked back and forth through the channels.

Danny basked in the diminutive compliment and squeezed Dan's solid thigh through his jeans, giving his Daddy a quick glance to admire his profile and the masculine stubble on his jaw that would never again grace Danny's now permanently smooth cheeks. Like the beta male that he had become, Danny rested his head on his man's shoulder and gently squeezed Daddy's thigh, signaling that his boy was ready to be used whenever his Daddy was ready. The intoxicating masculine scents of sweat, exhaust and cologne filled Danny's nostrils. Daddy Dan had commandeered his old cologne and insisted that Danny use the cologne that Cindy had gotten him as a gift. The scent had seemed a bit too... flowery for a man at the time, but now Danny wore it every day because Daddy felt that it suited him, "A pretty scent for a pretty boy". Danny reached over with his other hand and rested it on his Daddy's chest, his thumb idly stroking the chest hairs that protruded from the unbuttoned henley top. Danny didn't realize how proud he had been of his chest hair until it was permanently removed. He remembered Daddy's final word on the subject at the spa, "Only real men have body hair... boys stay smooth".

As soon as Daddy finished his beer, Danny squeezed his thigh and chest. Daddy smiled down at him, "Someone sure is ready for some loving". The scent of beer on Dan's breath was now added to the heady trifecta of masculine scents enveloping Danny.

"How could you tell?" Danny teased like the little flirt he had become. He slid his hand into Dan's unbuttoned henley shirt and explored his Daddy's hairy chest.

Dan leaned in and kissed his boy, taking possession of his mouth. Danny accepted the kiss, detecting the faint taste of beer as he eagerly sucked on Daddy's invading tongue. Danny needed this so badly. After having been on display and dancing like a slutty stripper for solidly masculine older men, he was desperate for some hot daddy action.

Dan was more than happy to provide it. Showing off his pretty boytoy at the biker bar had been both satisfying and arousing. Dan had put a lot of work into turning Danny from a mostly straight man into a pretty daddy's boy. It had been all too easy to use Danny's vanity as a wedge to get his narcissistic creator to slowly surrender his independence to his Daddy over the past few months. There was only one last step for Daddy Dan to complete in his plan to formally finalize his complete ownership of his former master.

He pulled his boy closer and devoured his mouth, eliciting a submissive moan from Danny. Dan had learned where all his human owner's sexual buttons were located, both physically and psychologically. The innately insecure boy had deep daddy issues and craved to be taken care of, cherished... owned. Exploiting those traits, Dan had permanently stripped the boy of his masculine facial and body hair, branded him as property with tattoos, locked him into an unremovable collar, bracelets around his wrist and ankle, plumped his lips, pierced his ears, showered him in jewelry and molded his body to Dan's specifications. Dan had step-by-step transformed his creator into a top-of-the-line boytoy.

Dan tweaked a nipple through Danny's shirt and elicited another submissive moan of arousal from his boy. Danny returned the favor, tweaking his Daddy's nipple as they made out on the couch. Dan was a bit surprised at how randy his boy was tonight but then had a sudden flash of insight. Dan broke the kiss, "Dance for me, Danny. Dance for me like you danced for all those biker and trucker daddies." Dan turned off the TV and turned on some base pounding techno music.

Eager to be the center of attention, Danny slipped off his sandals and stepped up onto the coffee table, looking down at his hot Daddy with a sultry gaze as he started to bump and grind to the music. "This turn you on, Daddy? You like having your pretty boy dance for you like a slutty stripper?"

Daddy only smiled up in response at his boy toy as he enjoyed the show. Danny peeled off his shirt and Dan admired his owned pretty boy's tats and jewelry as the little tease danced for him like a concubine in a harem. Dan was smiling because while watching Danny dance, Dan had accessed the online account and ordered the pieces necessary to put together a male belly dancer costume for his boy to wear at the Tinderbox. Dan raked his eyes appreciatively over his slutty dancing boy from head to toe, imagining him dancing in the new costume as he stripped down to just his thong.

Danny had noticed. "You like my pretty toes, don't you Daddy?" he teased, placing one foot on the arm of the sofa as he flipped his long hair and ground his crotch at his Daddy.

Dan smiled up at his boy, "They are tempting..." He leaned over and gave Danny's toes a quick smooch right between the toe rings labeled D & B for Daddy's boy. Danny gave out a quick hiss of surprised lust. Dan glanced up at him, "You like that, boy? Dan leaned back down and slipped his tongue between the ringed toes.

"Oh, fucccck..." Danny hissed again as his cock sprang to full mast in his thong.

Dan dove into his pretty boys jeweled toes, licking and sucking, enjoying teasing his boy for a switch... and it drove Danny wild. He openly reached down and stroked his own hard cock through his thong as Daddy sucked on his toes until he couldn't stand it anymore.

Danny clambered onto the couch and pressed his crotch into Dan's face, "Suck me Daddy. Please... You got me so horny..."

Dan couldn't leave his poor boy so painfully torqued up, so he yanked Danny's thong down to his thighs, freeing his rigid cock. It slapped up against Danny's belly, leaving a track of pre-cum across Dan's cheek.

Dan opened wide and dove down onto Danny's cock, taking in half the shaft on the first dive.

"OH, yesss... Daaaa... dee..." Danny hissed as he grabbed the back of the couch and started to hump his hips, enjoying his Daddy's sucking mouth. Daddy had been right. Dancing for all those bikers and truckers had left him so horny that he would lose his mind if he didn't get release. He replayed the evening in his mind, being leered at by tough men... real men... who wanted nothing more than to ravage a preening pretty boy like Danny... and it was that thought of being at the mercy of superior men that pushed Danny's buttons more than anything else.

Having his cock sucked right now by a superior man like Dan was driving him wild. Dan was expertly taking his entire shaft while kneading Danny's perky bubble butt like he owned it. Daddy Dan spanked his branded right butt cheek, reminding Danny that he DID own it. That thought... that he was owned, a Daddy's boy, a boy toy, drove Danny up to the edge.

Daddy's sucking mouth was ravaging his cock, practically vacuuming his cum out of his balls, his grip on Danny's butt controlling his thrusts... controlling his boy, leaving him teetering on the edge of orgasm...

Then he shoved a finger up Danny's quim.

Danny came on command as if Daddy had pressed a button. Release was glorious as his sperm shot up his urethra and blasted into Daddy's mouth over and over again, but instead of it being a victory like a real man's orgasm, it was a surrender. Daddy had been playing him and controlling him all night long, exploiting his vanity, fanning the embers of his lust until the final surrender of orgasm.

Danny slid down to sit on Daddy's lap as they quietly embraced. He basked in the afterglow of his orgasm... for Danny, it was all about the surrender.

After a while, Danny lifted up and kissed Daddy Dan, tasting his own sperm, the taste of his surrender, on his clone's tongue. He relished the taste for a few minutes until he broke the kiss, hungry to be conquered once more, "Fuck me, Daddy. I need you inside me."

"No. I want you extra randy when you dance tomorrow night."

Danny was stunned.

"It's getting late. Time you were in bed," Daddy Dan lifted Danny to his feet and steered him toward the bedroom. "You've got a big day ahead of you tomorrow."

Danny was so taken aback that he didn't even protest. He brushed his teeth and snuggled into bed with Daddy, who pulled him close and went into recharge mode. It was difficult for Danny to fall asleep while being spooned by his dozing Daddy pressed up close behind him. He had gotten so accustomed to being fucked at least twice a day by Daddy Dan, that he was left feeling not just neglected, but empty inside. How was he supposed to sleep now?

Then Daddy dreamily wrapped an arm around Danny and pulled him closer. Danny instantly relaxed into the safety of Daddy's warm embrace, his cares melted away until he slipped off into a deep sleep.

The next morning Danny was glad to get back into his usual routine of a morning run, exercise, sucking off Brat and then giving the punk an enthusiastic buggering in the shower. Then the emptiness returned when Daddy toweled him off as usual but declined to take him back to bed for a good reaming.

That was when Danny realized just how hopelessly addicted he had become to having a hard cock up his ass. It had only been twenty-four hours since Daddy had fucked him and he was already feeling the burning need for it again deep in his core.

He passed the rest of the day trying to lose himself in his work without much success. Danny kept glancing at the clock, calculating how many hours it would be till they got back from the Tinderbox and Daddy Dan would pin him to their mattress and fill his empty ass with hard cock. The day crawled by for the increasingly horny bottom boy until his workday ended and Daddy had given him his dinner. Danny then busied himself showering, primping and preening for his first real night as a stripper, picking out outfits for each of his sets along with a few extra outfits that he tossed into his backpack.

Finally, it was time to get on the road. Danny was again hanging onto Dan for dear life as they raced on the bike toward the Tinderbox, but his focus was on the man in the driver's seat. Danny's left hand was pressed against Daddy's solid belly while his right cupped a handful of hard pectoral muscle. It had only been a little more than twenty-four hours since Daddy Dan had fucked him and Danny was burning with the need for masculine intimacy. He pressed his front against Daddy's back, savoring the coiled strength he could sense lay inside that tapered torso, anticipating that he was going to get some long, deep loving from Daddy when they got home.

They pulled into the Tinderbox parking lot and while it wasn't packed, Danny was pleased to see a lot more vehicles than last night. When they stepped inside, they found that the place was a lot busier inside too.

Charlie the bartender was very glad to see them, "Thank God you guys showed up. The other stripper bailed on me at the last minute. I'm calling around to see if I can get another boy to dance tonight." He showed them into the back of the bar where there was a small private bathroom that Danny could use to change.

Danny changed into his red nylon running shorts, a plain white athletic tee shirt and white sneakers before fussing with his long hair as he worked up his courage to put himself on public display. Taking a deep breath, he headed out into the bar and hopped up on the carpeted platform just as Charlie hit the lights and started the dance music.

Heads turned as the rough crowd of older truckers and bikers checked out the eye candy as Danny started dancing like an experienced gay stripper. There were a few wolf whistles that helped Danny get into the mood. He whipped his hair around and ground his hips in an obscene bump and grind, teasing the older daddies like the little flirt he was at heart. Several of them stuffed bills into his socks and he gave them a naughty smile and a, "Thank you, Daddy."

When the crowd started to cool, Danny felt up his torso for a bit before tearing open his shirt to reveal his "DADDY'S boy" tattoo. More wolf whistles followed with more bills stuffed in his socks as Danny slowly tore off the rest of his shirt. As a big bear of a trucker tipped him with a good-sized bill, Danny gifted the big guy the remains of his shirt as a souvenir much to the cheers of the bear's buddies.

More cheers and wolf whistles greeted Danny's ears when he started grinding his bubble butt towards the crowd and pulled the back of his red nylon short shorts down to reveal the "DADDY'S boy" tattoo on his right butt cheek. As he danced for the increasingly horny daddies in his thong, Danny's moves changed to focus more on presenting his tempting ass to the burly men who blatantly groped his smooth ass mounds as they stuffed money into the waistband of Danny's red thong.

Danny smiled at their attention, grooving in full boytoy mode as the older daddies slipped money into his thong in exchange for a chance to explore his exposed flesh, relishing the feeling of their rough gnarled hands publicly groping his smooth body and their suggestive if not obscene comments about what they wanted to do to him. It all seemed like harmless fun until he felt someone jump up onto the platform behind him and press their body against his back.

It was BRAT!

"I'm filling in for the other stripper. Keep dancing..." he whispered in Danny's ear as he matched his sexy dance moves, humping his crotch against Danny's exposed gyrating butt and reaching around to feel up his chest and abs like he always did when he was "spotting" Danny back home at the gym.

The crowd loved it, hooting and whistling as the younger stripper dressed in biker boots, daisy duke jeans shorts and tee shirt humped the long-haired pretty boy in the red thong. The room started to buzz as they noticed the resemblance... Were they brothers?... HOT...

Brat pulled a small bottle of baby oil from his pocket and started to oil Danny's chest as they continued to slowly gyrate to the music, molded front-to-back, his thumbs tweaking Danny's now glistening nipples to full erection. Brat moved further down Danny's torso, oiling up his washboard abs, making them glisten erotically in the spotlight.

The crowd grew quiet as the daddies focused their attention on the two studs humping in the spotlight, burning the hot scene into their memories for future jerk-off fodder. A groan of disappointment went up when Brat didn't slip his oily hands into the bulging pouch of Danny's thong, but it was short lived as he reached back and gently oiled up Danny's grinding butt cheeks, groping and squeezing the meaty globes to the delight of the crowd.

Brat smiled broadly at his own antics, gave Danny a quick kiss on the cheek and then a couple of pats on his tattooed butt cheek, dismissing him from the spotlight. The crowd gave exaggerated phony groans and boos as Danny left the stage and turned the spotlight over to the Brat, followed by a good round of applause for Danny as he headed for the backroom of the Tinderbox. Danny was so wound up sexually that as soon as he got back to the private bathroom he had to jerk just off to take the edge off.

Meanwhile, Brat was working the crowd like a pro. That the young buck was young enough to be their son only turned the gristled daddies on more as he danced with youthful enthusiasm to the faster beat of his music. When he tore off his shirt to reveal the BRAT tattoo on his left pec, the crowd howled and instantly imagined what they would do if the cocky young punk was their brat... more than a few imagined putting him over their knee and spanking that hot perky bubble butt.

The crowd broke out into more cheers and wolf whistles a few minutes later when Brat teasingly lowered his daisy dukes to reveal another tempting BRAT tattoo on his creamy right bun. The bikers were imagining how hot that butt would look bent over their bikes, the truckers dreamt of having Brat going down on them on a long haul after they picked him up hitchhiking, while the construction workers fantasized about nailing that sweet boy ass in a job trailer or boiler room. Without a doubt, a young hunk like Brat was every daddy's wet dream...

Just as Brat's time in the spotlight was almost up, Danny came back out dressed in a silky nylon red polo shirt and tight high-waisted white cotton shorts and joined Brat on the platform. More hoots rang out as Danny wrapped his arms around Brat and matched his moves, grinding his crotch into that hot little bubble butt. Using the same bottle of oil, Danny started to smear the shiny fluid over his younger self's chest and abs, drawing more whistles from the crowd. The cocky Brat then turned around and kissed Danny deeply as his older self smeared more oil on the punk's creamy butt cheeks, kneading them to the delight of the rough crowd. Danny finally broke the kiss and gave Brat a hard swat on his butt, sending him on his way...

Danny and Brat spent the night dancing in four fifteen-minute sets each, both making a lot of tips, especially when they danced together as they relieved each other. When they were finished, Charlie came into the back room, raving about how good they were and asked if they could dance again on Saturday. Brat quickly agreed before Danny could open his mouth and Charlie headed back to handle the bar.

As soon as Charlie left them alone, Brat morphed back into Daddy Dan and smiled at Danny, "You did great tonight, boy. You wanna grab a drink?"

"Thanks, but I really want you to take me home, Daddy," Danny almost pleaded as he slipped on some clothes.

Daddy grabbed his boy's butt playfully, "I'll bet you do, you little tease..."

It was true. Danny desperately needed his Daddy to give him a good reaming. As soon as they mounted the motorcycle and pulled out onto the highway, Danny slipped a hand into the open neck of Daddy's henley top and shamelessly groped Dan's hairy chest while his other hand openly fondled the hard length of Dan's cock snaking down the leg of his jeans. Dan smiled to himself as he felt his boy feeling him up and his horny boy's hard cock poking him in the back all the way home.

Yeah, his bitch was fully in heat and ready to completely surrender to his Daddy.

Dan was proven right as soon as they pulled into the garage at the lake house when Danny practically threw himself at his Daddy and started kissing Dan as soon as they took off their helmets. The two studs made out with increasing sexual hunger as they almost devoured each other, pawing each other's taut physiques, ripping off clothes, passionately bumping off the hallway walls as they vertically wrestled their way towards the master bedroom.

They only broke off for a moment to strip naked when they arrived in the bedroom and Danny tossed their triangular sex pillow on the bed. Danny mounted it, leaving his eager ass presented to his Daddy at the perfect angle for unbridled mansex. The sex starved bottom boy hugged another pillow and looked back over his shoulder at his Daddy with a smoldering look of pure lust, watching Daddy Dan climb onto the bed behind him while lubing up his hard cock. Danny buried his face in his pillow as he felt Daddy enter him and gasped, "Oh, yessss... Fuck me. Daddy..."

Dan slowly pressed his full length into his willing bottom boy until he hit bottom. "You want Daddy to fuck you, pretty boy?" he teased.

Danny looked back over his shoulder, "Yes, please. I need you so bad, Daddy..."

Daddy Dan leaned over Danny, "Then sign on the bottom line like a good boy." Daddy dropped the phone by Danny's right hand.

Shit! That damned Power of Attorney contract again. there was no way Danny was going to sign over control of not only everything he owned but also over himself to a sex doll...

Then Daddy started to piston in and out of his ass with agonizingly slow strokes, edging his bottom boy from the inside, while verbally edging the submissive centers of Danny's brain with his comments, "You know you want to sign it, Danny. Do it for Daddy. Give in like a good boy. You've already surrendered to my cock. This just makes it official. Be a good boy for Daddy and give me total control over you."

Danny shook his head and groaned in frustration at the slow-moving hard cock in his ass unmercifully teasing his prostate. His hips involuntarily humped back against Daddy's hard cock, desperately trying to fuck himself on it, but it was pointless. Danny needed to be fucked by Daddy. Nothing else would satisfy...

"Here. Let Daddy help you," Dan cooed above him as he covered Danny's right hand in his own and folded all the fingers in, except Danny's index finger and moved it so it hovered over the screen. "Go ahead, Danny. Sign it. Surrender everything to me and Daddy will give you the fucking that you need sooooo badly..."

Danny watched helplessly as his finger moved seemingly of its own volition...

"Good boy, Danny..." Daddy encouraged, his hard dick twitched in his boy's pussy, pushing against the magic button of Danny's prostate, eliciting a submissive moan of bottom boy lust. "That's it... Dan... iel... Brad... ford..." Daddy dictated as his human sex toy mindlessly signed over total control to its creator.

"That's it, Danny..." Daddy husked in his ear like a devil on his shoulder. "Now just press your thumb on the screen like a good boy and daddy will fuck you sooo good..."

Danny yielded to the demon invading his ear and his colon, pressing his thumb down upon the screen to seal the unholy contract. The phone pinged as Daniel Bradford's signature and thumbprint were verified, sealing his fate.

"Good boy, Danny..." Daddy enthused like he was praising a puppy. "Now Daddy is going to fuck you good and hard." True to his word, Daddy started to long-dick Danny's open quim, picking up the pace on each stroke, his hips spanking Danny's upturned butt.

"Oh yes, Daddy... fuck me... fuck me good. I need it so bad..." Danny groaned as he finally got the satisfaction of being fucked by his Daddy.

"I know you do, Danny. That's what sex dolls like you are for... to be fucked," Dan husked as he reamed Danny's boy pussy. "You love being Daddy's sex doll, don't you Danny?"

Danny was so thrilled at finally be fucked that he would agree to anything... especially since it was true. "I love being... your sex d-doll... Daddy..." he panted as Daddy fucked him like a living sex doll. Daddy leaned forward still holding onto Danny's right wrist while putting his free hand between Danny's shoulder blades, his weight pressing Danny into the squeaking mattress. Danny loved it. He needed more than just a rutting cock thrusting in and out of his anal canal, he needed to be taken, used, dominated. "Use me, Daddy... Take me..." he babbled at the submissive thrill of being manhandled.

"Whose house is this now, Danny?" Daddy demanded.

"Ohhh... it's your house, Daddy..." Danny almost sobbed in surrender.

"Whose room is this?"

"It's your room now, Daddy..."

"Whose bed is this?"

"Yours!" Danny voice was squeaking in a higher register as Daddy mechanically piledrove his ass as only an android could. "It's ALL yours now, Dad... dee!" Danny was floating in subspace at the knowledge that he had surrendered his possessions and fate over to his Daddy.

"Whose pussy is THIS!" Daddy gave an extra hard thrust to emphasize his dominance over his former owner.

"Yours! You own my pussy, Daddy!" Danny squealed as his load shot out of his cock and creamed his sex pillow...

Daddy didn't slow down. He kept fucking his human sex doll, not even breaking a sweat as he claimed ownership of Danny. Danny went completely passive, completely accepting his new status as just a warm hole for Daddy's pleasure. Yielding his status to a dominant man caused Danny's cock to return to full erection as Daddy continued to master his ass pussy.

Daddy suddenly withdrew, just long enough to flip Danny over and squirt another healthy dose of lube into his wide-open quim before retaking possession of his hole. Daddy's eyes burned into his bottom boy even deeper than his cock as they fucked face to face.

In contrast, Danny looked up with pleading eyes as he wrapped his legs around Daddy's hips and ran his hands over his owner's hairy chest. "Own me, Daddy," he pleaded in a high-pitched voice, squeaking each time Daddy's hips slammed into him.

"This is what you need, Danny," Daddy almost growled down at his prey as he pistoned in and out of his slave's ass. "You were born to be a daddy's boy. Maybe I'll even rent you out to the men at the Tinderbox..." Danny moaned at the thought. "Would you like that, Danny? Would you like to be whored out to all those daddies you were teasing tonight?"

"Oh, yessss, Daddy..." he confessed as he squeezed Daddy's hairy pecs, imagining being used by the tall, lean truckers and bikers.

"I bet that some of those older bears would pay top dollar for a pretty boy like you..." Daddy mused. "You could keep one of those burly truckers company when he's pulling a long haul."

"Ohhhh, God," Danny moaned at the thought of being taken by one of the gristled, pot-bellied truckers that he had ground his ass for at the bar. Danny reached down and started to jerk his cock as the dirty talk pushed his submissive buttons.

"Maybe you'd like it even better if I sold you cheap?!" Daddy grinned down at him evilly, reveling in Danny's reactions to his teasing. "Everyone could kick in ten bucks and your ass will be the door prize. Does that turn you on, Danny? Wouldn't you enjoy the humiliation of being publicly whored out for ten bucks...?"

"Oh... God... YES!!!" Danny came at the thought of being sold, shooting a load up to his chin as his legs squeezed tight around Daddy's hips as he reached a mind-blowing orgasm. Daddy didn't change his pace, continuing to mercilessly fuck Danny's ass as his bottom boy climaxed over and over, humping away even after Danny peaked and came down off his high.

Danny's legs fell away from around Daddy's waist and he lay sexually spent and splayed wide open like a lifeless sex doll, allowing himself to be used like a living fleshlight by Daddy. Daddy continued to fuck his unmoving sexual conquest, "That's a good boy, Danny. You're just a warm sex doll for daddy dick now. This is only the first day of the rest of your life as a cumdump sex doll. Here comes my load... Take it, Danny... TAKE... IT... ALL...!"

Danny took it all...

... he took every drop...

... until he was finally fulfilled.

The next Saturday night, Danny was finishing up his last set at the Tinderbox with Brat grinding up behind him. Danny's new belly dancer outfit had been a big hit with the macho crowd and he was enjoying their attention so much that he was almost sorry to be leaving the stage.

Danny and Brat were so involved in their dance routine that they didn't notice the two late arrivals that stood watching them in open-mouthed surprise at the entrance. If they had, they would have easily recognized Danny's college buddies from the old pool party photo at home...

Next Chapter: Reunion

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