For Christmas Eve, Anthony and I went to midnight Mass, even though he was a lapsed Catholic and I was a backslidden evangelical Christian, and he was gay and I was transgender and gay, and we were gay lovers, and the Church didn't welcome people like us. There was still something beautiful about the ceremony, and the myth of Christ becoming "the least of us" to love humanity felt especially important this year as I began the journey of accepting myself the way I was.
After the Mass was over we took a drive through town to look at the Christmas lights on people's houses - some neighborhoods went all out - and then, at last, we went home. Anthony fed Mozzie and made us hot cocoa, and we curled up on the couch together under a blanket, listening to Christmas music and looking at our little tree. Watching Mozzie steal a ball ornament from the bottom branches and bat it around.
I felt a vague, wistful sadness about the end of my relationship with my mother - and having been no-contact with my father for a few years now - and Anthony seemed to pick up on it. When we were done with our cocoa and the cups were on the coffee table, Anthony began rubbing my shoulders and gently nuzzling my neck. "I love you," he said softly.
"I love you, Daddy."
He took my chin in his hand and turned my head towards his and gave me a soft, sweet, lingering kiss, then a deeper one. Soon we were making out on the couch, kissing passionately, groping each other under the blanket. When he started kissing my neck, his hand down my pajama bottoms to play with my wet pussy, I moaned and pulled the blanket back, then took his cock out of his pajama bottoms and dove down, sucking it eagerly. Anthony leaned back and clutched my head, and groaned as I pleasured him.
After a few minutes he pulled me off his dick, then got up, took my hand, and led me down to the bedroom. "Soooo," he said, "I think it's time you had your punishment for being such a naughty boy at the shop yesterday."
I nodded and clapped excitedly, and Anthony laughed and gave my ass a firm swat.
I took off my pajama bottoms but left my top on. I wasn't wearing the compression vest and I hated my huge chest, but Anthony was still hard for me and his cock was nicely distracting.
Of course, it wasn't going to be that simple. Once I was laying on the bed, Anthony sat on the edge of the bed, caressing my tummy and my thighs. "Now I'll tell you what BDSM means," Anthony said. "It stands for Bondage, Discipline, Sadism and Masochism. Stuff like being spanked, or being tied up during sex, is part of it."
My cunt throbbed with anticipation. "That sounds fun."
Anthony chuckled. "Good. I thought we could try some of that and see how you like it - and if you don't like something you can tell me and I'll stop, OK?"
I nodded.
With that, Anthony roughly grabbed me and pulled me over his knee. "What a hot ass," he said, rubbing my ass cheeks, making my cunt twinge and ache for relief. "It's going to be even hotter once I turn it red."
"Ooh, Daddy -"
Then I yelped as his hand cracked against my left buttock, sending fire through my veins. My cunt throbbed again, as my heart beat faster. His hand smacked my right buttock and I cried out, feeling myself drip as pain became pleasure, and I surrendered to his control.
A boy being disciplined by his daddy.
Anthony slapped my left ass cheek again, then my right. I started rubbing myself against his thigh and knee, feeling like I was in heat as the sting radiated from my ass through my spine into my whole body. "Daddy, more..."
"Good boys don't like getting punished. But you're a naughty slut, aren't you?"
Oh god, I fucking loved that. "Yes, Daddy, more!"
Anthony spanked my ass again. And again. I lost track of how many times, because I felt like I was floating in a fevered haze of sexual need. I kept rubbing my horny pussy on his thigh as he made my ass hurt deliciously... as he dominated me, made it clear he was in charge. And I trusted him with my life.
When Anthony decided I'd had enough spankings, he had me lay back, put a nice soft pillow under my sore ass, and then he walked over to his sock drawer and came back with a couple silk scarves. "I haven't tied someone up in years," Anthony said, "but I'm glad I kept these around."
Anthony tied my left wrist to one of the bedposts, then my right. He had me wiggle my arms to make sure the knots weren't too tight or too loose, and when he was satisfied, he touched my face, looked into my eyes, kissed my nose, and booped it, making me giggle. "You look so sexy all tied up like that," he purred, and kissed me. I moaned into the kiss, my cunt throbbing again. Being tied up like this - trusting, surrendering - was getting me hotter and hotter. I loved him so much, and this was an act of worship, of devotion for me. It was... beautiful. It felt transcendent, and we'd only just begun.
"Wait here," Anthony said, and I laughed, as if I had any choice.
Anthony walked out of the bedroom and down the hall. I heard the hall closet door open, and the sound of... something. My heart beat faster, wondering what he was doing. I heard him go into the bathroom, and I looked up at the ceiling, nervous and excited all at once.
When Anthony stepped back into the bedroom he was wearing a leather chest harness and leather chaps with his wild bush and hard cock hanging out of the hole in front. My jaw dropped and my cunt twinged again.
"You are so hot," I breathed. He was the most gorgeous man in the world to me, right then.
"I can't believe this shit still fits years later." Anthony grinned, then turned around - the chaps were also assless, and he shook his tight, magnificent ass at me. I whistled appreciatively then he faced front again and began to stroke himself. "You want this cock, pumpkin?" he asked.
I nodded. "Yes, Daddy."
He climbed onto the bed, and crawled over me. "Too fucking bad. You were a little cocktease the other day, so you deserve to be teased right back."
All sense of time seemed to stop as he kissed and licked me all over - my neck, rolling up my sleeves to get my arms, my palms and fingers, my stomach, my hips, my thighs, my calves. His fingers walked and brushed in the wake of his lips and tongue, making me shiver and break out in gooseflesh. He made several rounds of my body, kissing here, licking there, his fingertips tracing every outline, as I moaned and whimpered and begged. At last he relented just a little, licking my clit ever so slowly, his eyes locked with mine.
"Daddy," I cried out, writhing as much as the restraints would allow. "Daddy, Daddy, please Daddy, make me come..."
"You gave me blue balls at the shop yesterday, playing with that slutty pussy of yours. Now you have to wait." Anthony took another long, slow lick at my clit.
And I loved it. As badly as I needed to come, it was so sensual, so delicious. I went deeper and deeper into submission, sensation. I had never felt so alive. I thought of Walt Whitman's words - I sing the body electric - and I understood it now. I felt like I was being initiated into some ancient, holy mystery. There was no guilt, no shame, only pleasure. We were made for this. It was good.
Silent tears spilled down my cheeks, each of my moans a prayer. I was bound and yet I had never felt so free. The past felt so far away in these precious moments, my soul healing with each touch of Anthony's fingers, each lick of his tongue.
He licked and licked, so slowly, so sweetly. My moans became howls, whimpers, and I found my words again. "Please, Daddy. Fuck me. Please, Daddy, please, fuck me, I need you inside me..."
His response to that was to spear my cunt with his tongue and start licking slowly at my walls. I screamed and wiggled around again, sobbing with frustration... and I loved this, too. "Daddy! Daddy, fuck me!"
"I am fucking you, pumpkin." Anthony laughed and resumed licking inside me, slowly, achingly slowly. He was right, of course - and he took me ever deeper, until nothing else existed but the heat in his eyes, the teasing of his tongue.
"Daddy! Daddy..."
"Mmmmm." Anthony took a few licks at my clit, then his tongue was inside me again. "You taste so good, baby. I could do this to you alllll night."
"Please, Daddy, please, I need cock!" Of course, he could lick me for days if he wanted to, and I would love it like the slut I was. But the thought of his cock inside me... I shuddered, wanting it more than I had ever wanted anything. Craving it like a drug.
Anthony kept up the slow licking inside me until I begged, "Daddy, please, Daddy, give me cock... please, Daddy, I want cock, give me cock..."
With an exaggerated sigh, Anthony sucked at my aching clit - just enough to tease me even more, not enough to make me come - then one last slow lick before he slid up. He straddled my chest and his cock was in my face, flushed a deep red, looking even thicker and veinier than usual, precum dripping down the shaft. "Yeah, this what you want, pumpkin?" He seized hold of my short hair and shoved his cock in my mouth before I could answer him.
I almost came untouched. I sucked him like I was starving for it, like my life depended on it. Sucking his cock just fueled that need even hotter, my cunt throbbing. I loved being bound and sucking him like this, being used like this. Being his.
And I couldn't take my eyes off him, glorious in his leather harness and leather chaps. I'd always thought leather jackets were sexy but this was a whole new level. I wondered if he could get me some sort of leather getup, but in the meantime... I focused on serving him. Devouring his cock. Devouring his beautiful body with my hungry eyes. I sucked and sucked until my jaw was sore, and I kept sucking, moaning with my mouth full, giving my all, letting my mouth express my love, all of the indescribable feelings he'd awakened in me that night, my own Christmas miracle.
Anthony finally pulled out of my mouth and lovingly rubbed my jaw. "Poor baby probably needs a rest."
"Thank you, Daddy."
Anthony started stroking himself, right in my face. When his hand moved faster and his breath got ragged, I knew he was getting closer and I gave a whimper of distress, wanting him to come inside me, or at least in my mouth. "Please, Daddy..."
"Awwwww, does my little cocktease want to get fucked? You think I should give you this cock, after you were such a naughty boy?"
"Please, Daddy!"
Anthony stroked himself until he was shaking, moaning, his cock making an obscene wet rattling sound in his hand, and then he stopped. He tapped his cockhead on my tongue, making streamers and a mess of precum, and then he scooted back, propped my legs up on his shoulders, and let me have it.
He fucked me so hard the bed started slamming against the wall, the mattress creaking, the sloppy wet slurping sound of my cunt taking his cock louder than our broken cries. Through the haze of my lust I wondered about the downstairs neighbors, but I didn't care. Anthony pounded me furiously and I begged "more, Daddy, more," and when he started strumming my clit I could only make feral noises, the pleasure so intense it almost hurt, feeling like I was going to die from overstimulation and I would die happy. He fucked harder and harder until we were both gasping for breath, the bed rocking against the wall violently, our bodies slapping together, the wet squishing and pumping sounds so deliciously lewd and filthy. I had just about all I could take and it was still never enough. The rubbing inside my walls and at my clit was so decadent, Daddy spoiling me with each thrust, each stroke of his skilled fingers.
And then our eyes met and Anthony growled and gritted out, "Come for Daddy, pumpkin."
I climaxed so hard I squirted, sobbing, screaming. Anthony doubled over with a fierce cry, shuddering as he spent. I loved that feeling of him coming inside me, marking me, the evidence of where he'd been. That he'd had me.
That I'd been his.
He untied me, pulled me close, and we kissed deeply. We kissed again and again as he held me, rocked me. He kissed my tears, nuzzled my nose, and whispered, "Good boy. Such a good boy for Daddy. Daddy's good boy..."
"I love you, Daddy." I could hear angels singing, somewhere. I could see fractals exploding in my mind's eye. I felt like I was flying. "I love you. I love you so much..."
"I love you, baby."
After awhile he rubbed aloe vera on my welted ass, his touch gentle. He kept one hand on my ass and the other hand rubbed my tummy in circles, which I found comforting. "You were so beautiful tonight," Anthony whispered. He kissed my forehead. "And this is just the beginning, baby. We're going to have so much fun together."
I gave a happy sigh. I put my hand on top of his hand, and we rubbed noses, then we kissed. Then he pulled me close, and I snuggled into his chest as he rubbed more aloe on my ass, as tender as he had been fierce. I felt reborn, and my soul was singing with joy.
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