#daddytalks

You feel daddy’s finger inside of you, carving, searching. You look into his eyes and he looks into yours. Anxious and vulnerable you are doing the only thing you can do, the only thing you are allowed to do, sucking your pacifier. You are filled from both ends, your mouth is occupied as your hole. But daddy’s eyes, his look, fills you up as well. Daddy looks at you and you know he got you, he is taking care of you. You got lost in his eyes when he got a second finger inside, another moan through your pacifier.

“Now baby, daddy is going to do something really special, you may or may not experience it yet, but it’s going to be really intimate, our special moment, a daddy-son moment, are you ready?” He asked.

You nodded, filled. In some kind of a motion, daddy twisted his fingers inside of you, and hit a spot that sends a wave of pleasure all through your body. It makes you arch your back.

“Yes boy, yes. You like it I can see” he says.

He got his fingers out of your hole, then in, for a few times. In the third insert, again, he hits that spot. Another wave of pleasure pulses through you.

“Daddy!” you bubble through your pacifier.

Again, in out, in out, in out, pleasure.

“Yes boy? Awwww is my boy leaking clear precum from his soft small peepee? Unlike white thick steaming cum from hard cocks like real men” he says as he looks into your eyes, deadly serious, believing every word he says.

For a brief moment you drift from his gaze and to your penis. You never saw your penis dripping like that, soft, small, and leaking like a faucet. It was the opposite of masculinity. You are on another’s man lap, in a babyish position, sucking on a pacifier, he talks to you like a baby, penetrating your anus with his fingers, which makes your small soft peepee drip clear precum all over your stomach. Understanding how you are so not masculine right now, something snapped in you. You begin to make baby voices on daddy’s lap. Whining and cooing.

“Is my boy starting to understand who he is now? Just a daddy’s baby?” he asked without any facial expression, just his penetrating eyes, as his fingers, as the pacifier.

As daddy strokes you slowly, he gently lays your head between his shoulder and neck. You feel his warmth, which makes you tightly fit your cheek to his body. A faint smell is passing above your pacifier. A natural scent or cologne from last night. It interest you and you stuff your face even more toward his body. You’re committing yourself to him, at this moment.

Without noticing, he took off your pants and underwear. You only noticed when he squeezed your hard penis with his grip.

“I can grab my boy’s peepee with one hand and still have plenty of room left in it, isn’t it right boy?” Daddy whispers as he tilts his head and presses his jaw to you. You nod yes, rubbing the pacifier’s plastic on his skin and trimmed beard. Your penis pulsed in his grip, trying to escape, or knowing its place.

“Stand boy, let me take off your shirt” he says as he peels your t-shirt. “Now come sit on daddy’s lap like you’re supposed to” he says.

He grabs you by your armpits and leads you again to his body. First he sits you on his lap, then he turns you so that your head is lying on his chest and your legs are held by his other arm. The chair you two are sitting on has armrests, it helps with making you comfortable and balanced. You always imagined what this position must be feeling like when being fed a bottle. You dreamed about this moment for so long. For some reason you start to suck your pacifier faster.

Daddy is reaching for something behind your line of sight, then seconds later his hand is back and spreading your legs.

“Spread your legs a bit baby boy” he commands you, as you do what you are told.

With a quick motion, he circularly rubs his finger from the outside of your hole then forced it inside. It doesn’t hurt, but it surprises you, like something got sucked into a vortex.  You moan through your pacifier.

Pleasure flows through your whole body, leaving you melted over Daddy’s lap. Your whole being is in his grace, having you leaking pre cum and saliva all over. Babbling funny words behind your pacifier while he hits your prostate repeatedly. You don’t have an orgasm in the traditional sense, but waves of sexual energy go through you. You are his boy, he is your daddy.

He stops and caries you to bed. He flops you to your stomach, giving you a giant plushie to hold.

“Hug him, he’s your friend now.” he says.

You hold the bear tight, his fur close to your skin, making you hot.

“Lift your head.” he says as he wraps a bib around your neck and leaves it under your chin like he was protecting the bed from something you might eat and spill.

Naked, just a bib around your neck, you are laying on the bed, holding a plushie. You don’t see daddy but you feel the bed rocking as he climbs on it. You hear lube pouring into his hands and feel it creeping into your hole. Again and again, he’s hitting your sweet spot, making you not only make the bedding sticky but also your new bib, dripping saliva from over-sucking the pacifier.

Daddy moves on the bed, and you suddenly see him just at your side, his knees towards your eyes, high as a mountain, naked. As he takes care of your hole, his huge cock became erected more and more. His right hand keeps going in your rear end, and his left plops out your pacifier. Your chin is dripping as you look up, looking into his eyes and his huge cock in between.

“Baby needs something new to suck on? SUCK!” he commands and inserts another finger into your warm hole.

You are being led into a living room. “Come on, come, sit here, good. Now I’ll be one to do the talking and you’ll just listen. Finally we’re meeting after so much texting online. I know it’s your first time meeting a daddy and you’re probably nervous, that’s okay, I’m here.”

He puts a hand on your knee.

“I know you you’re into ABDL for such a long time but now it’s happening in real life, it’s so exciting isn’t it.”

You are about to say something but he smacks your knee.

“Remember, no talking. Now, you are used to walking around wearing an adult mask. It’s the first time someone sees the real you, the boy that you are. I see it, maybe other real men do as well, maybe they bossed you around over the years. For me, there’s no doubt. You told me all about your fantasies and desires, you can’t erase that. I can only see a boy in front of me.”

You lower your head.

“What happened? Are you embarrassed that a real man sees the real you? Awwww but that is only natural. Some are men, some are boys. It’s not a competition, because if it was, you would surely lose. Look.”

He takes out a big white pacifier from a drawer and shows it to you.

“Look at this big paci. There are only the two of us here, who do you think is going to suck it. You know it’s not going to be me, you know it’s going to be you. I could see it in your eyes, the moment I took it out, that you wanted it. men don’t use pacifiers, baby boys do. Take it.”

He puts it in your mouth and you take it without hesitation.

“Good boy, it will make you calmer, you need it as baby boys do. You’ve been hushed from the moment I told you to be quiet, the pacifier will help you with knowing that your opinions, your ideas, don’t count. Nothing from you needs to be said. You are the boy in the room, I am the man, only my voice counts here.”