Page 15 of His Biker Daddy

I keep going until my cock is about to burst, and I pull out, making him whimper with relief but it doesn’t last long. I pull his head up, then force my way through his lips and fuck his face as the water falls right on it still. “Now are you getting it? Now you see why daddy’s the alpha and you’re just a worthless fucking pup that is going to learn how to listen?”

His hands push against my legs, and I snarl as I pull my cock out as he gags around my cum, landing several laces of it on his face. I don’t give him any time to breathe as I drag him out of the water, taking him back to the trough and shove his face in it again. “Drink up.”

He uses his tongue to lick up the water until I pull on the chain, then move him to the urinal that’s just a couple feet away. “Now the pup needs to pee, so he doesn’t make a mess in daddy’s house.”

“Daddy, please…” he cries, shouting louder when I reach down, gripping his hard dick and point it into the urinal.

“I told the pup to pee,” I warn, giving the chain another tug and he finally does, shaking with it because it’s the one thing my boy doesn’t enjoy, but he does it for me, for my enjoyment of his humiliation over it.

When he’s done, I reach up on the shelf and take down the plug cage, the one he hates but also loves so much. I pull him around, putting him up on the solid half wall that’s made of concrete. It’s perfect height for fucking over it, or for putting thecage on my boy, and he cries out when the plug slide into his opening.

“Daddy, no, please…anything but this,” he pleads but I don’t listen to it, just keep going until his dick is softer, small enough to fit in the cage, and I latch it, before bringing him off the wall, putting him back onto his knees, and attach another lead to the collar, pulling him out of the room behind me.

I walk him across the bedroom and into the punishment corner, leading him straight to the cage that we’ve added since the first time we played in the room, a little over five months ago now. It and the punishment bench weren’t originally in here but after the night we played in here just the two of us for the first time, I knew we needed something harsher than the spanking bench. They’re built to be comfortable for a longer period of time, whereas the punishment bench isn’t.

The spanking bench has a full length padded center bench to rest on as well as ones for the arms and legs, and normal ankle and wrist cuffs. The punishment bench only has a rounded metal bar to hold them up, with a stockage attachment for the neck to keep the head up, as well as a piece that goes around the hips to hold you in place and short arm and leg rests rather than a full length bench.

I open the cage door, telling him, “In pup.”

He pulls back some, trying to fight going into the cage, and I pull on the chain, warning him he’ll be left in it for days if he doesn’t do what he’s told. He slips into it, moving forward so I can shut it, then pull his head up through the opening on the top, chaining him in place with his collar as he begs me not to.

I slip out of the shorts, settling onto the top of the cage. There’s a cushioned seat built into it that’s right in front of the opening where his head is and I lift the back part, so it creates the back of a chair rather than just a long bench for my comfort.

“You want to use that mouth for things other than eating and drinking the food daddy gives you, then start using it. Lick my ass and suck my balls. Pups like playing with both,” I add as he tries to turn his face away from me. I move an inch closer warning him, “Until my cock is hard, you’re staying in that cage. Now lick.”

He finally does, licking and eating my ass, sucking on my balls, teasing the piercings, like a good boy, but I fight against it as long as I can, making him keep going for nearly an hour. My cock is swinging hard and heavy as I take him out of the cage and put him onto the punishment bench. He cries out as I lock his head into place, putting his ass down in the perfect position, and grab the lube, slicking up my cock before pushing back inside him.

“Daddy, please…not so hard. It’s too hard,” he shouts as I spank and fuck his ass, alternating between them when I get too close to the edge, about to go over. I don’t want it to stop, and neither does my little boy.

He’s only ever used the special word twice. The first time the day after I tied and tugged his nuts like I warned he was likely to and the second was when I was fucking him in the gym after lunch. He’d drank two huge glasses of tea and had to piss, I let him up but followed him into the locker room, stopping him before he could go into the stall and pushed him towards a urinal, telling him to go so daddy could get back to fucking his sweet ass.

That’s where I learned that he has trouble peeing in front of others, but he finally did it just for daddy. I finished fucking him over the urinal as others came and went.

They all know not to talk shit about my little boy. That if I don’t flay them for it, Everly will, and if they go against her—if they even began to get the balls to try after learning she killed the four assholes she was related to who kidnapped her that is—thenTate sure as hell will for talking back to her. He’s deadlier than most men I’ve met, especially if his little girl is threatened.

I slide back into his ass, taking it even harder as he begs, “Please daddy stop. Please stop…please daddy, please!”

My hands dig into his thighs, my thumbs pressing hard on the bottom of his cheeks and I come deep and long, giving him every drop I have before taking him off the bench. His breathing is hard as I take us back out to the bed, putting him onto it before joining, making sure everything else is out of sight, and when we’re laying down, I give him a kiss, slipping the cage off him and gently stroke his dick until he’s hard as he moans.

I turn over, letting him press up against my back, my hand slipping behind me to pull his leg over the top of mine, and he slicks his hard with the lube hidden in the headboard, before sliding it into me, ‘snuggling’ with daddy because he knows, daddy’s the only one he’s allowed to do this with. His lips press against my neck and back, his long cock hitting just right, and we both come as he lets out a full shout of ‘thank you daddy’.

I grab the washcloths I stashed and clean him up, letting him return the favor, and toss the dirty items aside, taking out the last item I’d hidden—my boy’s normal cage. I turn back towards him, holding it up and he simply smiles, laying back, letting me slip it onto him and fasten it into place.

“I love you, daddy. My forever daddy,” he says as I stare down into his smiling, tired eyes.

“I love you too, baby boy. So much, more than I ever imagined possible to love someone,” I state, pulling him in closer. I turn him until his back is snuggled up against my chest, his arm wrapped around mine that’s holding him tight. I press kisses to his face, telling him just how deep my love goes, how good my little boy is, until he tumbles into a deep, peaceful sleep, knowing daddy has him, and won’t ever let go.

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