Date: Wed, 24 Apr 2024 21:29:05 +0000
From: bredandbuttered@protonmail.com
Subject: Remembering Dad Episode Two

Remembering Dad


Here I'm gonna tell stories about my dad. He's everything to me. My
father, my protector, my owner, my keyholder, the love of my life. It's
been that way for as long as I can remember; and it suits me just fine.
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not condone or endorse actions depicted within its text. Disclaimers
aside, happy jerking.



Episode Two: the doctor

By the time I was 14 or so puberty was kicking into top gear, even though
I'd been a bit of a late bloomer. I hated the body hair that I was
starting to grow. I would hide in the bathroom trying to figure out how
to shave it all off and end up just making a mess. It would get upset and
frustrated dad would eventually find me one day crying on the floor of
the bathroom with bleeding nicks from where I'd tried to shave my legs
and around the chastity cage that I didn't have the key to.


Daddy cheered me up the best way he knew how, which was to wave his heavy
cock around until I finally smiled and put it in my mouth. While soothing
myself on daddy's cock he explained that hair growing was a normal part
of growing up into a man. I pulled myself off his cock long enough to
make a sarcastic glance down to my own tiny locked up dicklet (which dad
regularly called a clit for that matter!) and back to dad before
wordlessly continuing sucking.

"Fair enough", he said.

He explained that if I didn't want the hair we could get rid of it and
asked me if that's something I wanted. I moaned approvingly and nodded,
still suckling at his cock. He said he'd see what he could organise,
before taking my head in his hands, pushed his cock in all the way and
started fucking my face a bit.


We'd now been having regular full blown sex for a couple of years. Where
before I had barely fit dad's cockhead in my mouth, now I was a bona
fide cock sucker! Whenever my pussy wasn't available, for whatever
reason, daddy would train my mouth and throat instead. Often I'd be laid
out face up on the bed, with my head half of the edge. He'd hold my head
up to give me a few hits of poppers, before laying it back down and
sliding his cock in until his balls touched my nose. The trick is mental
discipline. It's the same with ballet; constant pursuit of unattainable
perfection. Only here I was training to be the perfect boyslut for my dad
to use. It was the least I could do to show how grateful I was for
everything dad provided for me. Love and stability. Support and
reassurance. As well as just insane amounts of deep dick pleasure!


Daddy liked to push my limits. Like this time, holding my head down with
my throat stretched and full of cock, leaving me completely unable to
breathe. I was really running out of air but I knew better than to try
and push him away, that usually resulted in firm "no, boy" or even a
slap to the face. Not a hard one, but enough for me to know he wasn't
messing around. Finally, my face red and eyes bloodshot for sure, he let
me off to breathe for a second. And as always, this was accompanied by
the usual "good boy", "what a great cocksucker you're becoming",
etc. he'd often slap me here too, either with his cock or his hand. But
I always knew the difference between a playful encouraging slap and a
disciplinary one, same with spanks to my butt or thighs. Spanks that let
me know daddy was pleased were loud and all air. Barely hurt at all, even
if the impact was still pretty heavy. Spanks that meant I needed to
focus, or arch my back more, or cover my teeth, or stop moving around;
they were short and sharp and stung on the skin for minutes
afterward. Still made me strain against my cage though, go figure.


He pulled out, gave me a kiss on the forehead and said he'd use the load
he was building to breed my pussy later. I took a quick shower to clean
up and came back out to the living room. Dad was watching TV on the couch
in nothing but a thin pair of pyjamas pants (I always loved how even when
he was soft the outline of his cock through the fabric stretched out to
his hip or slumped forwards over his heavy balls). I assumed my usual
couch position, lying perpendicular to dad with my head in his lap, often
using his flaccid cock as a pillow. It was the best place just to relax
and absorb his scent. He would often absentmindedly play with my curls or
stroke my back. Reach down and give my pussy an affectionate tease or tug
and tap a little on the plug I might be wearing.


He told me he'd been on the phone with a friend of his, a cosmetic
dermatologist, and I was going to get regular appointments for laser hair
removal. I kissed him and thanked him and told him I loved him. He said
he loved me too and then we watched some TV.


It was about two weeks later Daddy picked me up from the ballet school
and we took an Uber to the dermatology clinic. Dad knows I don't really
do well in unfamiliar environments with strangers, especially in medical
situations, and especially especially when I know I'm going to have to
be naked in front of said strangers. Which is weird, because when I dance
I can perform in skimpy outfits and revealing tights in front of hundreds
of people, but somehow "real life" just makes me freak out. As always,
dad could tell I was spiraling. He knows it's irrational, hell even I
know it's irrational, but he also knows I can't really control it. I
was staring at my phone mindlessly scrolling when I get a text from dad;
it's just three emojis, the sighing face ("breathe"), the flexing arm
("brave boy") and a red heart ("I love you"). I looked up from my
phone and met his eyes for a second before he smiled gently, put his hand
on my thigh and went back to answering work emails on his own phone. The
continued contact was like a sedative for me, instantly soothing and
calming nerves.


We arrived at the clinic, an upper floor in an impressive downtown
skyscraper. This place was fancy as hell, in that quiet luxury kind of
way. When we stepped out of the elevator I was surprised that most of the
lights were off and the reception desk was unattended. It was already
past 7pm so we were the only people there. Then a man emerged from down a
corridor. He was the kinda guy who looked like the character in a movie
who you think is one of the good guys until the very end when it's
revealed he's been the villain all along, but the type you really don't
see coming, you know. Quietly beautiful. Serene but calculating. Too
symmetrical. It was virtually impossible to tell how old he was. Maybe
that's to be expected of a cosmetic dermatologist, I don't know.


The doctor greeted dad like an old friend before turning his gaze on me
and offering a hand. He smiled as I took his hand and his eyes gave me a
once over that felt a little like he was taking inventory.

"He's got great skin for a kid his age, and nice bones; pretty".

Dad laughed and replied, "he gets it from his mother".


The doctor led us down the corridor and into one of the rooms. It looked
like something out of science fiction, with the padded table and what I
guessed was the laser machine. But everything smooth and round and matte
white. The doctor explained that dad had already filled him in about what
was getting done. Thank god, because it saved me from needing to figure
out where I'd left my own ability to talk. Then he told me it would
probably be helpful if I got undressed. With a reassuring look from dad I
fumbled with my shirt and shoes and was with my pants half down before I
realised I'd put my cage back on after showering at school! I could lock
it myself, the new Holy Trainers lock with just a push of a button, and I
had done so out of habit forgetting I wasn't going straight home.


Panicking I looked at dad. He must have known, because he reached into
his pocket and pulled out the little round key.

"It's ok, boy, I've got it", he said. "But we'll cross that bridge
when we get to it. Don't keep the doctor waiting".

The doctor seemed amused but recovered quickly. Soon I was completely
naked with my hands covering my caged clit. I had prepared for the
appointment with help from dad and was already completely smooth from the
nose down. I was instructed to lay down on the table facing up. I
obliged, awkwardly because I was still trying and likely failing to keep
my bits covered. I was visibly trembling and daddy offered me a hand to
take and placed the other hand on my shoulder. I took his hand and
squeezed.

"So let's start with the arms", said the doctor before taking my
remaining hand and placing it firmly to my side before turning to the
laser machine. If he saw the cage he didn't react. But by the time he
turned back I could have sworn I glimpsed what looked like his trousers
starting to tent.


The laser procedure itself was pretty uneventful. Dad and I were given
dark goggles to wear and the doctor donned a pair similar. It sort of
prickled uncomfortably when he pushed the button but wasn't too bad. If
anything the mild pain was kind of stimulating, and between that and
dad's contact I was starting to strain against my cage. The doctor
progressed methodically up one arm, to the armpit, then the other arm and
the legs, from my toes to the tops of my thighs, bending and lifting my
flexible legs to get all the angles. Dad stayed by the table the whole
time.


Finally daddy withdrew the key again and removed my clit from its
comforting prison.

"That's one way to keep them from having a rebellious phase", joked
the doctor.

"Oh there's no concern of that", replied dad. "My son's a good boy,
aren't you?"

I nodded silently, a little shocked at how casual everyone was being
about less-than conventional situation.


The doctor continued nonchalantly, though I'd noticed through the
goggles that he was tenting quite prominently now. A glance at daddy
showed an obscene bulge, meaning he was probably just a bit over half
mast. The zaps of the laser were more uncomfortable here, bringing me
back from my distractions, and the gloved hands seemed cold as they
fondled my thoroughly unimpressive equipment.


"Now the best for last, huh?", said the doctor. "Let's get you on all
fours for me... that's it and if you'd just shift a little this way...
perfect!"


I was facing dad, my face on a level with his stomach with my butt and
exposed pussy pointing directly at the doctor. As the doctor continued
zapping daddy reached into his pants and adjusted himself, aligning his
thickened cock in a much more comfortable sideways position. The outline
of the head was visible at the opening of his trouser pocket. He caught
me staring and smiled.

"Well you have been such a good boy tonight", he said quietly, before
clearing deciding unzipping and taking the whole lot, cock and balls, was
really the comfort he was looking for.

It reached out to me over the table, the forskin retracted fully in its
arousal. All my favourite veins on full display. He flexed it a few times
for good measure.


Daddy combed his fingers through my hair and took off my goggles.

"Go on, boy, I know you want to. Don't worry about the doc", he said,
responding to my anxious glance behind me.

"At least not yet", came the doctor's voice from behind me.


I took daddy's cock in one hand and stroked it a few times before
leaning forward to suckle the few drops of precum he was already ooozing.
Then I felt the table being lowered mechanically, putting my face in much
better alignment with daddy's crotch. He put one knee up on the table so
he could get closer and pushed my head down his length. He fucked my face
gently, not forcing it down my throat but allowing my tongue to massage
and flicker around the underside and the head and went out and in. I was
completely distracted until I heard daddy say something about having a
taste. That's when I felt the warm wetness of the doctor's tongue at my
pussy. Massaging around in circles and probing the opening. He made lewd
comments about how you can taste the difference in a real boy, and
complimented dad on how easily and deeply he was able to slide his tongue
in. He slid in gloved and lubricated fingers whenever he made these
comments. Jeering about how the little pink cunt was clearly well on the
way with its training. He was finger fucking me now with three fingers in
a well practiced rotating movement. Then he took my stiff little dicklet
and balls in the other, not particularly gently, and massaged them in his
free hand.


I was moaning like a little bitch, to be honest, but I couldn't help
myself. Daddy was still fucking my mouth so at least the whimpering was
muffled somewhat by his meaty cock. Generally daddy made a point of
almost never touching my clit at all. Aside from the occasional tap to my
balls while fucking me in my back or when he teased my clit in its cage
with a massage gun, he basically pretended there was nothing there. This
was completely over stimulating and I felt my orgasm building rapidly.
Body trembling violently and pussy clenched hard around the fingers, my
moans became loud and high. I felt myself squirting my almost entirely
clear liquid into the doctor's still massaging hand. Daddy also started
cumming, hot pulses of proper thick cum filling my mouth faster than I
could swallow and dribbling out of the corners of the corners. I lapped
up as much until I could as I felt daddy's cock slowly soften a little.
The doctor removed his fingers from my pussy and I turned to see him
licking some of my boy juices from his gloved palm.


"Mmm, perfection. Same time and day in four weeks then?", he said...




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