Tamed by Daddy

The first time Jane and I made out, I was really nervous. Another girl once told me, flat out, that I had a small dick. She even started treating me differently, ya' know, with less respect. After that, I hated that bitch. It wasn't a micro-penis, just not big. Maybe it was four inches, hard. Since I'm only five foot five, I didn't see it as way small. Anyway, I didn't care. So I met this girl, Jane, when I was twenty-two and she, twenty-five. We were both starting out as state workers. I worked at the DMV; while she worked for the State Judiciary.

We were both young and wanted to fuck. Like I said, I was nervous, but still horny. She kept kissing me and rubbing my crotch. Finally, She move down and undid my pants. I turned away when she let my little boy out. She went crazy. She loved it so much. She was so fucking excited, happy, and horny. After that night, she wouldn't leave me alone. We fucked a lot, but mostly she loved to give me head until I came. She could easily get all of me in her mouth while holding my balls. Then she found this technique of squeezing the chords that attached my balls to me. There's a pain that shoots right up to your belly button, but also a sense of complete surrender that can be very hot.

After three months, she is the one who proposed to me. She was always very assertive that way. I thought to myself "what the fuck". And that's how the marriage went. Jane always being the aggressive decision maker, and me sitting back and letting her do the driving. Actually that was more than a figure of speech. She always had to be the one driving.

So the years rolled on into our mid-thirties. Jane didn't want kids, so we didn't have any. She happily focused on her upwardly mobile career, while I just kept the same job at the DMV. Our domestic life was happy enough, but Jane always let me know who was boss. Even in bed, it was always what she wanted. And what she wanted was to always have me lying on my back with me legs half off the bed and feet dangling to the floor. I always felt like a baby on a changing table. It almost became a ritual, like and act of submission to her. She would play with my dick until I was hard, climb on top of me to fuck, then suck me off while squeezing my chords.

Finally, even Jane seemed to be getting a little bored. Before I knew it, she had become all chummy with this tall black guy that lived next door, Ed. It started out as hello's from the driveway and quickly moved to drinking wine in a kitchen for a couple of hours every evening. It turned out that Ed worked in retail, lived alone, and considered himself bisexual. Anyway, you guessed it. Jane wanted me to try a menage a trios with the guy. I really wasn't interested, but she kept pestering me.

Even though I could take or leave him, Ed was always very friendly with me. While Jane would focus on his big dick in bed, Ed would be all over me. He was always trying to kiss me, but that's where I drew the line. I'd let him suck me off, but I wasn't going start trading spit with him. When we weren't in bed, Jane and Ed were always back in the kitchen, talking and drinking wine, while I would wander off and watch TV or something.

I think it was our fourth time having Ed over for sex. At some point, Jane just kind of laid to the side and Ed moved in on me. He pushed me over onto my stomach. I thought he was going to give me a massage, but suddenly he lubed up my asshole. Then I thought he was just going to finger fuck me, but he laid on top of me and started pushing his big dick into me. I started screaming, "Stop, stop, stop!"

He was a lot bigger and stronger than me, so there was nothing I could do. He took his free hand and covered my mouth, and said, "Now you be quiet. You hear me boy?!"

I looked over at Jane with tears rolling down my face. She just looked at me and said, "It's OK. It's gonna be OK."

He just kept fucking me and squeezing my dick and balls. Then he leaned way down and forced his tongue into my mouth. I was totally in shock, while he kept saying, "Now be a good boy."

After a long while he turned me onto my back. I thought it was over, but he took hold of my nose and squeezed it shut and said, "I want you to swallow these pills."

I got really scared, but I was helpless. He popped them into my mouth and started pouring the water. It was either swallow the pills or drown. I woke up in the morning and my balls hurt like hell. Ed was there looking down at me smiling.

"Where's Jane? I want you to leave!"

He picked me up and threw me face down over his lap, and started spanking the shit out of me.

"Now that's no way for you to talk to your daddy, is it! You belong to me now. We're a family, and I'm your new daddy. Say it! Say 'Daddy please stop spanking me!' Say it!"

I was really screaming like a kid, but he just kept spanking.

"Say it, goddammit!"

Finally I screamed, "Daddy, please stop spanking me."

He immediately turned me over and said, "That's right boy, and Daddy sure loves you."

He started kissing me on the mouth, and I tried to pull away. He slapped my face so hard, it nearly knocked me out.

"Boy, your gonna learn to mind me. You understand?"

He slapped me hard again.

"You understand?!"

"Yes."

"Yes what?!"

"Yes, Daddy."

"That's right boy. Now take these pills. It'll make you feel better. Sugar Mama has gone to the store, so I'm staying here and watch you."

I took the pills and drifted off to sleep again. It turned out that Jane had called my supervisor and told her that I had broken my jaw in a skiing accident and would be out for several weeks. The hours drifted into days and then weeks, and Daddy was with me every waking moment. After about a month, I just seemed to lose all fight in me and just accepted him.

It turned out that Jane and Daddy had planned this out way in advance. Jane had decided that at this point in her life that she wanted a really big dick instead of a small one; and that although it was too late to have a kid, that I was the next best thing, since she felt that I'd never really grown up anyway. Daddy turned out to be the perfect choice since he had always wanted a white boy for himself.

That night when he first fucked me, he forced me to swallow sleeping pills, pain pills, and antibiotics. When I was asleep he put three elastrator rings around the base of my ballsack. I didn't even know what those were until Daddy explained it to me. He said he grew up on a farm, and they were used to tame male lambs; and that he had tamed me. The rings are so tight that they cut off all the circulation and kill the balls. He made me wear a jockstrap stuffed with cotton all the time; and wouldn't even let me bathe myself. Finally after a couple of weeks, he laid me on the bed, just like Jane used to, and removed the jockstrap and cotton. He said it was time, and that I wasn't to watch because it was too nasty looking.

He started tugging at what use to be my balls until they just came off in his hands. It felt like plucking a peach off a tree. The rings were still in place behind my dick; and he applied some surgical glue. He told me not to worry because I would get all the supplements that I would need to keep me healthy, all except testosterone.

"Because good boys like you don't need it."

All this was about six months ago. I went back to work, like nothing had happened. Nobody has any idea that I now wear superhero underwear because Daddy wanted me to. After a couple of months, I started to put on some weight. Daddy said, "No boy of mine is gonna be fat." He bought a treadmill and makes me run every night. He said that he didn't want to have to start washing a lot of sweaty clothes, so he makes me run naked, except for shoes and socks. All the while, my shrunken little peter is bouncing along in front of me. At first I told him that I didn't want to run all the time. He soon cured me of that with another spanking. Those first few months, I got spanked a lot. Now I really try to mind Daddy. I got into pretty good shape too. Even though I'm close to forty, I really do look like just a skinny little white boy; just what Daddy wants.

Now, except for a little pinched looking scar, it's like I never had any balls. Daddy sure takes joy in playing with me. He likes to lean back on the couch and have me straddle him, sitting on his hard dick. He likes to slightly bounce me up and down while he's fucking me, all the while looking and playing with my little boy pecker.

But he doesn't cum in me as much as he would like because Jane wants it. Jane is in charge of him almost as much as Daddy is of me. Even Jane treats me like a kid now, and I must mind her as well, or I catch hell. Daddy really knew what he was doing when he took my balls. I'm his boy now, and there's nothing I can do about it.

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