12. Sam

Thank you for fucking me, Daddy.

Holy shit. Cameron was the one for me; I had absolutely no doubt. Our chemistry was fire—I'd even sensed it in person. It wouldn't take much for me to want to consume him, body and soul. To love him for a lifetime.

But for now, I was going to show him I could be his perfect Daddy.

I was reclined against the headboard of my bed and still on my phone—rereading one of my favorite C.L. Masterson books, because of course—when another text came twenty minutes later. Home, Daddy. I did everything you said.

I quirked an eyebrow. And you're sure you didn't come?

No, Daddy. I promise I didn't. It was so hard not to, though. I felt like you were fucking me with every stroke.

I pressed the heel of my hand against my dick and moaned. I'd forbidden him from coming, but that didn't mean I couldn't. Plus, one of the benefits of being a trans guy? Multiple orgasms.

But . . .

Good boy. But god, that's so fucking hot.

Thank you, Daddy. I loved our secret night together.

I could hear him flirting, and I was eating that shit up with a spoon. I loved it, too, baby. I don't know why I said it; I'd sent the endearment off without thinking. But it felt right. You did so good for me.

What would please you now, Daddy?

God, he really was perfect for me. You may now take out the plug. Get cleaned up and ready for bed, then get in bed and text me again.

Do I get to come tonight, Daddy? I'm so horny for you.

I bit my lip, considering it. I couldn't let him dictate the rules, but he had been a good boy. But on the other hand, if I gave in now, what kind of Daddy would I be? I hadn't intended to let him come at all tonight. I don't think so, sweet boy. This is your punishment for teasing me earlier.

Not fair!

I sucked in a breath. Do I have a brat on my hands? Do I need to punish you further? Maybe you don't want to come for a week . . .

I waited for his response, knowing I was baiting him. NO, Daddy! I'll be so good, I promise!

A grin spread across my face. Oh, I know you will, boy. But I can't let you talk back to me. So for that, go into the bathroom. Remember, you must follow my instructions exactly.

I leaned my head back on my headboard as I waited for him to confirm he was in position.

Okay, Daddy.

I could hear his submission in his two-word text, and it was sublime. Good boy. Now, you are to set a timer for 20 seconds. Start the timer, then gently rub your thumbs over both nipples until it goes off. And no coming.

He had to be whimpering, and I was loving it. Yes, Daddy.

Twenty-one seconds later, another text came through. And the begging started. Oh, Daddy, please let me come. I was such a good boy all night. I am so hard for you.

I palmed myself again, wishing he was here to take care of that for me. But then again, he would be expecting equipment I simply did not have.

That dampened my arousal just a bit. I shook my head to clear it then started typing. You *were* such a good boy for me. But then you talked back. So I'll give you a choice. You may not like your choices, but you will choose one if you want to come tonight. If you do not choose one of them, which is entirely your prerogative, you will not come until we do this again next week.

I deliberately waited to explain his options to get him really desperate. Yes, Daddy? Please! Anything you want. I'll do anything.

I know you will, sweet boy. Okay, here are your two options. 1. You may come now, but you have to switch out your plug to that vibrating one and leave it on full speed in your ass for 10 full minutes. You may come as often as you'd like during those ten minutes, but once the timer goes off, you will turn it off, pull it out, stop touching yourself, and go to bed. Understand?

I understand, Daddy. And the other choice?

It only took me a few quick seconds to come up with his other option. 2. You'll take the plug out right away. Then you'll take those nipple clamps I saw and pinch them on both nipples. They must stay on until you go to bed. Once you've done that, you're going to rub your nipples thirty times for me, counting out loud. No coming. After that, you will insert three fingers into your mouth, imagining you're sucking me, getting me off. Get them sloppy wet. Then you'll use your wet hand to jerk that dick until you come—and keep going until you come three times. At least one finger must be rubbing a nipple at all times, and the other hand must be stroking your dick without pausing until you have orgasmed three times. But you must leave your ass alone once you remove the plug. Clear?

I swear his fingers had to be barely touching his screen with how fast his reply came back. So clear, Daddy.

And your decision, boy? I held my breath as I waited for his answer.

His response didn't come immediately, and I wished I knew what he was thinking. Was he taking his time to decide? Was he wishing he could do both? Was he weighing the pros and cons of each choice? What would he decide?

Can I explain my decision-making before I tell you, Daddy?

Oh, yes. This was perfect. Please do.

I love having something in my ass, but I haven't used the vibrator part of that plug before, so I'm not sure how it will feel for ten whole minutes. Also, a friend gifted me the nipple clamps, so I haven't tried those before, either. But I do like the prospect of multiple orgasms, which both options provide me.

So your choice?

His pause had the anticipation building. I could almost taste it. It was delectable. I think this time I'll choose number 2. I like imagining I'm sucking you off. I'm a little nervous about the clamps, though.

Such a brave boy. Remember, if you need to call yellow or red, go ahead and take them off then text me your color. I will NEVER be upset if you safeword, in any situation, for anything.

Thank you, Daddy. I'm glad you believe in me.

Oh, sweet boy, I do. Now go have some fun, and text me when you're done.

I couldn't believe my luck. This man was custom-made for me, and just spelling out what he was going to do to himself had me about ready to explode in my pants. I lifted my hips to pull my gray sweatpants down to my thighs then started rubbing myself, reaching for my trusty vibrator to help things along. I could picture exactly what he was doing, and if I forgot any aspect, I just pulled up our convo then dug into my t-dick even harder.

My body lurched, and I cried out as my first orgasm hit, stronger than I could ever remember having. And I kept going. Because just like I'd told him to do, I was going to milk multiple orgasms out of myself as well.

But before I could get another one in, my phone lit up. I wasn't sure what compelled me to check it, but I did. Cameron certainly hadn't completed his task this quickly.

I need to hear your voice, Daddy. Please.

Texting only, boy, you know that.

Then you don't have to talk, Daddy. You don't have to say a word. I just need to know you're listening as I come for you again and again.

I sighed, desperate to give in. It couldn't be that bad if I wasn't talking, right? Okay, Cameron. You can call, audio only. But you'd better give Daddy a play-by-play of everything you're thinking and feeling. Everything, boy. Promise?

I promise, Daddy.

Then my phone rang, an audio-only call through the app. My heart stuttered as I picked it up.

Cameron moaned, and I had to bite back my own, my hand tossing aside the vibrator and returning between my legs to tug on my rather respectable t-dick. Then I issued my one-word command in the deepest voice I could muster. "Talk."

"It hurts, Daddy. It hurts so bad." Cameron moaned again, and the sound pulled a second orgasm out of me. My body jerked on the bed, and my eyes squeezed shut, imagining him writhing under the pain of the clamps.

Once I'd recovered enough and wiped my hand on a tissue from my nightstand, I couldn't resist texting him orders.Tell me what hurts, baby. Tell me how it makes you feel.

I heard another moan, then: "Daddy, my nipples hurt so bad. I feel like the clamps are going to rip them right off. But I love that I hurt for you. I feel like such a good boy for you right now. I love knowing you demanded this of me."

I couldn't stifle my moan as I hurriedly typed out a text. You *are* such a good boy for me. Now remember my instructions—those clamps stay on until you're in bed for the night. And you're to stay on the phone with me until then, okay, boy?

A second passed, then he spoke on a groan. "Yes, Daddy."

Okay, then. Remember to count for me.

His answering moan lit me on fire, and I took my dick between my thumb and forefinger and jerked it slowly, running my fingers up and down its length. I wanted to come again so badly, and I almost did when he started counting.

"One." He whimpered. "Oh, Daddy, it hurts so bad, but it feels so good. I can't do thirty. I just can't."

You can, boy, and you will. Because I ordered you to do it. One-handed typing was challenging.

"Shit. Okay, Daddy. Two. Three. Four." He continued counting rhythmically, punctuated by moans, whimpers, and sobs along the way.

At twenty, he shouted and paused his count. "Daddy, please! I need to come for you! I am so hard, Daddy. Please, please, please," he begged, sobbing, and I nearly came a third time.

Not wanting to fool with my phone so I could keep up my steady stroking, I growled out in a feral whisper, "No."

He sobbed loudly then resumed his count. I could hear the bedsheets rustling as he no doubt writhed on the bed, willing his body to stave off his orgasm. Holy shit, this was the hottest thing I'd ever done.

"Thirty!" he cried, breaking into my thoughts. He was full-out bawling at this point. "Daddy, it hurts so bad! I hurt so bad for you! I need to come so bad, Daddy. So bad. Please, Daddy. So bad."

He was babbling nonsense, but I understood. Yet I was just enough of a sadist to make him keep going. Boy, you will not come. Not yet. Keep rubbing your nipple with one hand and suck three fingers of the other. Get them nice and wet, baby, because this will be all the lube you get.

His moan undid me. I groaned under my breath as another orgasm hit. This was going to be a record-setting night.

Sounds of him sucking his own fingers had my still-hard dick throbbing between my stroking ones. It was getting too sensitive, but I didn't care. I was going to come one more time before this was over. I was too turned on not to.

I heard his fingers pop out of his mouth, and he was still whimpering, but it sounded like he had the crying under control.

Touch yourself now, boy. Stroke it for me. Then come.

"Daddy," he moaned, the word drawn out and seductive. I pinched my dick between my fingers to hold my orgasm off. I wanted to come with him. "It won't be long, Daddy. I'm gonna come for you so soon. It feels so good to rub my sensitive nipples for you, even though they hurt. I can't describe how good it feels, Daddy. I want to pinch them, Daddy. Can I pinch them for you?"

I cursed under my breath, pulling off my dick to type. Pinch them, baby. Make them hurt real good.

I assumed he followed my order because he cried out then started babbling. "Oh, Daddy! I'm going to come for you! Can I come, Daddy, please? I want to come for you so bad. I'm so close, Daddy. Please!"

So I growled out "Come," and the shout of bliss that erupted from that man had me shooting off a final time. I rubbed my dick until it hurt, but it was worth it. I wanted to hurt with my boy. Share his pain. Connect with him in that small way.

"Daddy! It's so sensitive now. I don't think I can keep going. I've never been able to orgasm more than twice."

I lowered my voice and whispered again. "You will tonight."

"Oh, shit!" he cried again, and his whimpers started back up.

My own arousal sated, I pushed up in the bed to give him all of my focus. And started sending texts, one right after the other.

You are such a good boy for me, Cameron.

You are so goddamn sexy.

I bet you hurt so much it feels like pleasure.

I can hear you writhing on your bed, baby.

Just imagine if I was there with you, controlling every orgasm you had.

I stopped, because that last thought was terrifying. But his scream told me it had pushed him over the edge another time.

"Keep going," I whispered again, and he started sobbing. It was a glorious sound, the sound of submission, and I wished I had another orgasm in me.

But this was about him now. And I was going to get him over the finish line.

"One more, baby," I uttered under my breath, and his cries intensified. I wanted to be there to taste his tears, bask in his submission, in his pain and pleasure I knew was morphing into this other thing, this intensely beautiful ecstasy he deserved. I wanted to give him everything.

"Daddy, please . . . I can't . . ." He was gasping, struggling, fighting to do as he was told.

"Breathe, baby. Just breathe. Daddy's right here. You've got this. You can do this." I took a breath then deepened my voice with the command of the man I now knew I was. "Come."

He groaned, softer this time, but I could almost feel his release. I had done that to him. I had worked him up so much that he came three times in a row.

His sweet submission was so thick I could barely breathe.

Heavy breaths were soon all I heard over the line. "Daddy . . . Daddy, thank you."

I shook my head, coming back to myself with his words. I'd said too much over the phone. What if he recognized my voice as Sam's?

After a few steadying breaths, I typed out a text. You were so good for me, boy. You followed directions beautifully.

"Thank you, Daddy."

Now get up, and go get ready for bed. Those endorphins will wear off soon, and those poor abused nipples will really start to make their presence known.

As if on cue, he moaned, and this time, I felt his pain. But I couldn't back down now. Not if I was really going to be his Daddy. "It hurts, Daddy. So bad. Can I please take them off now? I was so good—you said I was."

"You were." I cleared my throat to stop myself from talking further then went back to texting. But you know the rules. I suggest you hurry, boy. Leave the phone here if you need to. And don't you dare skip a step.

Given the scrambling I heard on the other end of the line, I knew he'd jumped up and ran to the bathroom at my command. Cameron was such a natural boy.

Deciding I had a few minutes, I took my phone with me into my bathroom and readied for bed myself. But I kept it on speaker, albeit muted, so I could hear every sound.

As expected, Cameron picked up the phone in record time. I'd only just had time to floss and brush my teeth before he came back on the line.

"All done, Daddy! Can I take them off now?"

I smiled to myself. He was adorable, but I couldn't help but have just a little more fun. Good boy. Now, did you brush your teeth *and* floss?

"Yes, Daddy!"

Did you wash your face?

He growled, and I stifled a laugh. "Come on, Daddy, please! I promise, I'm all ready for bed. I didn't skip any steps. I even washed between my legs and put on my sleep shorts, and now I'm in bed, under the covers. Is that enough detail for you? Because I'm hurting so bad, Daddy. Please. Can I please take them off?"

I let him hear my low, deep chuckle, and I whispered my next words because I wanted to say them out loud. "Yes, boy. Unclamp those nipples for Daddy. Let me hear how you feel when they're off."

A little rustling, then: "Holy fucking shit! Daddy, they hurt so much worse! And that was just one!"

I stifled a chuckle, knowing my slightly higher-pitched laugh would give me away. I know, baby. They'll hurt for a little bit until the blood starts flowing again. You'll be just fine.

"No, I won't! It feels like my nipple is going to fall off!"

Don't talk back to me, boy. You're angling for another punishment.

He simply swore under his breath, and I couldn't help goading him. Now for nipple number two?

After a second, he cried out. He was probably cursing my name at this point.

Go ahead and rub them if you think that would make them feel better.

"Better? That would just rub them raw! I swear, you're trying to kill me. I paid good money for these perfect and quite adorable nipples, and now—"

"Boy."

My one quiet word seemed to calm him.

So I kept my voice low and continued. "How do they feel now?"

After a moment of listening to his breathing normalize, he spoke. "Better, Daddy, I'm sorry. I'm not used to submitting like that. I'm not used to the pain."

But did you enjoy it?

"Oh, yes, Daddy. So much."

What were your favorite parts of tonight?

His pause was longer than normal, like he was thinking it over. "I loved the submission aspect, of course, loved being told what to do. I loved when you gave me a choice of which torture to choose—that was super hot. I think because it was like I was choosing to submit to you no matter what? I don't know."

Anything else?

"Yeah." He hesitated this time, and I knew what came next would be delicious. "I think I liked the humiliation."

Humiliation?

"Yes, Daddy." I could almost see him nodding. "Like when I was forced to go into the bathroom and fuck myself with the plug. Anyone could've heard me, figured out what I was doing. It was humiliating, and that turned me on even more. Having to choose from options I didn't really like was humiliating in its own way, too. That shouldn't get me hot, should it, Daddy? But it did. So much."

You are allowed to enjoy what you enjoy, baby. And that gives me all sorts of interesting ideas . . .

"Daddy!"

I kept my chuckle low again. Did you enjoy the pain aspect?

"I think so." He paused as if thinking it over. "I did enjoy that you made me endure it for you, because it pleased you. I think I would enjoy it more in person, when I could see how much it turned you on."

I groaned. I could not come again tonight, but my dick sure wanted to try. That would be fun someday, boy.

"I agree." He chuckled. "And what did you like, Daddy?"

My eyes shot wide; I hadn't expected a question like that. But I supposed it was only fair—and I secretly loved that he'd asked. I loved how you submitted to me, boy. It was beautiful. I loved being able to tell you, step by step, what I wanted you to do, knowing you'd follow my orders. And I loved knowing we had a little secret while you were out with your friends. I loved knowing you were thinking of me every time that plug jostled your insides, every time you had to check the clock to make sure you didn't miss a check-in.

It took him a second to read my long texts, perhaps a little too long, and I figured he must be getting tired. Then he laughed. "So it's safe to say we both enjoyed tonight?"

I only had one word in response, so I whispered it over the line. "Immensely."