What I Will Call You, Guest Post by Macsen K. Rhaff

Content: Daddy/boy, boot sucking/licking, boot play, kicking, desperation, humiliation play, crawling, cock play, caning, impact, making daddy proud

Boy. That is what I will call you. When you’re on your knees. Mouth full. Spit slippery on silicone. Hands behind your back. Where I told you to keep them. Looking up at me, so I can see how much you want to please me.

Don’t think I can’t see the question in your eyes. You want to know how well you’re doing, don’t you? You’re waiting for me to say it.

Don’t be so cheeky! You need to earn that, boy. Just keep going.

Who knows what else you might earn tonight.

That’s it. Don’t stop.

Grab me with your hand now too, get a good grip there on the base.

Now take me into your throat. That’s it.

I’ll see you getting greedy, that hungry way you start to suck. I will know then how hard your boycock will be getting. I’ll want to keep fucking your face. But I won’t want to spoil you.

That’s enough, boy.

Don’t pout or you won’t be getting anymore, do you understand?

I’ll give you a little kick with my boots, push you away from me, so you fall backwards and have to steady yourself. My boot will push down on your thigh, dig in until your face contorts slightly. You’ll try not to let it show. You’re too proud for that. For wincing. But I’ll see it, in your eyes. I’ll press harder. Test you. Watch you try to hold your face still.

You want to be a good boy? Well, that’s a title you have to earn. Don’t think you can earn it just by sucking Daddy’s cock.

No, you have to work for it.

Look here, at my boot. Take your tongue and lick it, boy. Until it’s clean.

You will do just as I ask. You will take that boy tongue of yours and start licking, shining that leather with your spit, polishing it. You’ll look pathetic, down there on the ground, groveling at Daddy’s boots. Desperate for the chance to earn your place. To earn the chance to be mine.

You missed a spot. Just there. You better clean up your act, boy.

Focus on the task at hand and stop being distracted by your cock getting hard.

Daddy isn’t going to fuck you wearing dirty boots.

You’ll be down on all fours, almost flat on the ground, to reach that little tongue of yours to where it needs to be. I will be tall, towering above you.

When my boots are clean I will let you sit up. Your eyes will be in line with my cock then. I’ll see the greed in you. But don’t think I am going to let that boot-licking tongue on my nice clean cock.

You need to clean your mouth out, boy. Come here, follow me.

You will crawl across the floor behind me. I haven’t given you permission to stand up and walk, and I’ll be pleased that you understand this. In the bathroom, I’ll fill your mouth with soap, while you make little choking sounds.

Oh, don’t be so childish, boy. Stop that complaining. I thought you wanted to prove something to me. Prove how much you can take. Now you’re acting as though you can’t handle a little thing like soap. You better toughen up, if you hope to be my boy.

When your mouth is clean I won’t waste any time. I’ll take the back of your head in my hands, press my dick into your throat, until you’re making those cute little choking sounds again.

This is what you wanted, isn’t it, boy? Yes, I saw you looking at Daddy’s cock. I knew just what you were thinking.

I’ll be getting wet and slick between my thighs. Just watching those lips slide along my silicone shaft, the way you devour it. I’ll be getting hungry myself. Wanting more of you.

Take that dick out of your mouth now, boy.

You will follow me to the bed. Watch me slip that cock out of my harness and choose another one. I will choose a big one this time. A big Daddy dick. Secure it there, clipped in place, straps pulled tight. Order you onto the bed. I will see the look in your eyes then. The way you try to hide your apprehension.

This cock too big for you, boy?

It’s okay to be scared. You don’t need to be ashamed of that. I like your fear. Because I know it’s not going to stop you, is it boy?

You want to make me proud, don’t you?

You’ll gasp of course, as it slides inside you.

Relax, boy. Don’t tense up. Just breathe.

I will push deeper. Let you catch your breath. Push again. I’ll like the way you gasp. I want to hear you make those sounds, so I know how much it hurts. You’ll breathe deep. Push through the pain. Your gasps will become moans. Just like I knew they would. And your hole will be as hungry as your greedy mouth had been.

I’ll be so wet then. And hard.

The words “good boy” will almost form on the tip of my tongue. But no, I won’t spoil you. Besides, I’ll be starting to think you enjoy this too much. Getting lost in your own pleasure, not just doing it for Daddy anymore. I’ll hear your ‘oh fucks’ as I thrust into you.

You’ll beg me of course. You’ll be so hot and ready, your breath too quick and your pulse too loud and you’ll beg me. I won’t say yes. Not straight away.

You’ll start to get greedy, won’t you, if I always say yes?

You need to learn some patience.

Remember whose pleasure you are here to serve.

I’ll feel powerful and strong, with my dick pushing into your whimpering body. Your desperate, groveling body. You will be panting. Gripping the sheets with your fists. Trying to hold back your cries.

I will order you to touch yourself. Make you rub that hard, slippery clit of yours. Your body won’t give you any time for shyness. It will lurch towards your fingers. Voracious. Needy. Involuntary movements, clit against fingers, fingers against clit. Hard. Fast. Matching the quickening pace of your breath.

I love the way you know what you need. The way your body finds its familiar dance in those deft fingers. There will be an intimacy in that well-known story, between you and your body. And I will be the voyeur. Soaking up the sight and smell and skill of you.

I will share my own intimacy, my own story. Filling you with it. With me. With this cock. The one I have fashioned into something real. Dreamt up. Reimagined. Pulsing as though with my own blood and feeling the depths of you through every nerve, every cell, every inch of its hard shaft.

We will both be fighting. To stay afloat. In the relentlessness of movement. Our bodies in battle. One against the other. Me hurling into you. Claiming you, needing more of you. All of you.

I will know what I want and when I want it.

Now. Boy. Now.

You will come for me.

You will give me so much of yourself that I will utter the words you have waited so long to hear.

Good boy.

Oh and how you will open to me then, how you will take me then. Those words will shudder through your body like they can fuck you harder than this big dick I’m thrusting into you. Those words will tip you over the edge. Into someplace you have never been.

I will love the way you let go of all your stoicism, of all that trying to be a big brave boy. Give in to your own body. Let it be whatever it is. And take whatever it needs

Total surrender.

I will have you completely then.

The rawness of you.

After I fuck you, I will hold you. I will let myself be soft for you in that moment. And feel the softness of you. As your body curls into mine. Just a small boy in a Daddy’s arms.

You did so well. You did just what Daddy wanted.

I will stroke you tenderly.

Good boy.

Your body will reach for those words and let them soak into you. Let them fill you up.

I will watch you float back into yourself. Come home.

You will look up at me and I will fall for you in that moment, in the way your eyes give away your pride at pleasing me. I will love how eager you are to make me proud.

Though I will not have forgotten how hard I am. How wet. And how much more I want.

You were a good boy. But I know you have more to prove. So Daddy’s going to give you a chance to show how much you’re willing to take.

This is your chance to earn your place, do you understand?

I will let you choose. You won’t like that, you’ll want Daddy to decide for you. But this is part of the test and you’ll know it. That is why, despite seeming to hesitate, you will already know your choice.

You’ll get to choose from any tool in the room. Floggers, crops, bats, belts. I knew all along that you would choose the cane. It is the one you enjoy the least. So, you know it will please me the most.

I’ll start lightly. My wrist flicking the rattan in quick succession. Tap tap tap. Your skin getting rosy. You will like this part. The sensation. And the anticipation. Tap tap tap, until your ass is the color I want it to be. I’ll run my hand over it, feeling the warmth.

When I’m ready I’ll make you choose again. I will tell you how hard I’ll hit you. You’ll tell me how many you will take. You won’t like me asking you, but you will give me your answer.

Eighteen.

There’s a brave boy.

The first set of six will be fast. I won’t let you recover from the sting of each hit before bringing down the next. The rattan will make the air whistle. You will try and breathe through each one, but they will fall too fast, one after the other. Leaving you breathless.

A quiet reprieve. I will run my fingers along the red welting lines on your ass.

The next six will be as quick as the first, but they will be harder. I will put more of a swing into them. Like I want to break you, just a little.

When you catch your breath again I will speak to you.

Now boy, this last six. They will be slow and steady. I want you to feel each one. Let the pain sink in.

You are going to count them for me. Nice loud voice. No mumbling, it won’t count as a hit if I can’t hear you.

And let me be clear about this, boy. You are only to count the hits that are hard enough. Do you understand?

I’ll make the first strike heavy enough to see you winch with the shock of it. But you won’t make a sound. No number. Cheeky, I will mock. But I will be pleased. Understanding what your silence means.

I gave you an opportunity to prove yourself, to tell me how hard you will take it.

Now I will accept your invitation.

I will let the strength of my arm carry the cane into flesh. One. It will please me, the way you breathe to take the pain. Two. Each flinch of your body making my cock grow harder. Three.

I will leave my mark on you.

If you want to be my boy, first I must claim you. The bite of the cane will take your flesh and make it mine.

Four.

The sweet crimson red of your blood will break the surface of your fragile skin.

I will feel the thrill of it run through my body. Through my cock. And I will know what I want. What I need.

Five.

Last one, boy. I hope you are ready.

Six.

Your body will slump involuntarily as you let out a sigh.

I will walk away. Sit in my armchair and order you to me. Watch you crawl across the floor, ass raw and bleeding, to kneel before me.

You were a brave boy.

I will pat your head as you lean into the praise.

Because you were so good for me, I am going to give you a special treat.

Oh, what’s that skeptical look for? Are you afraid? I’m not going to hurt you, boy.

It’s a special treat, just for you. One that I don’t give to all the boys, so you should know how lucky you are.

I will reach out and take something from the table beside my armchair. It will be a harness. With a special cock, just for you. I’ll see the surprise in your eyes.

Now, I don’t want you getting all cocky, boy, just because Daddy lets you wear a cock, you understand?

Don’t you forget who’s in charge now.

I’ll grip my fist around your throat for effect, make sure you know how much I mean it. Then I’ll pass your new dick to you and order you to put it on. You will look so cute with it.

Go lay on the bed.

You’ll be beneath me, as l lean down and rub that cock of yours up and down, pressing the base into you. Lubing it up. I’ll let you watch. A special treat. Let you see how hard it gets. Let you see Daddy above you. Lowering himself onto you.

I will take you into me. Slowly. Little by little. Feeling every part of that dick of yours making its way deeper and deeper. Until I am full. Pressed against you. I’ll feel you rise a little to push up into me.

Stay still boy.

I’ll force your wrists down into the bed. Stop you moving. Make sure you know who’s in control. My grip will be so hard that your wrists hurt as I rock myself on your cock and moan. You will moan too, but I will tell you to shut up. Be quiet.

You like that boy? You like it when Daddy fucks your little cock like this?

I will tell you when to stay still and when to move. I will tell you when to push your hips up, so that I can feel your cock driving into me. When to thrust long and slow. When to thrust short and fast.

Good boy.

I will want this so much, to be full of you. So that when the wave of dysphoria rises up, as it does, I will let it wash over me and let it pass. But I will not stop fucking myself on your hard little boycock. I will just keep on riding you. Push down harder against your wrists. Growl into your ear.

I’m going to fuck your little cock until it hurts you, boy.

Oh. Fuck.

And then another wave will rise in me. The one I want to give myself over to. I will let it take me. My body will be lost in that moment, turning into nothing but this urge. Nothing but flesh and muscles and sweat and breath. Grinding, pushing, pulling, against your body.

Fuck me. Come on, boy. This is your chance to make me proud. Fuck me, as hard as you can.

You’ll forget, then, about the sting of open wounds, bloody ass thrashing against the mattress.

Oh. Fuck. That’s. It. That’s. It. Boy.

And I will have no vision then, so I won’t see the way you watch me. But you will, won’t you? You’ll watch the way Daddy comes on your cock. Listen to my cries while you keep on thrusting.

Fuck.

Until I collapse onto you. Let you take the weight of my spent body.

You will know then. How you have pleased me.

I will stroke your sweaty hair. Tell you what a sweet boy you are. What a good boy you are.

You will be grateful for the special treat.

Afterwards you will clean up my toys and pack them away, just the way I like. Everything has its place and you will have taken care to remember. When the job is done, I will order you to me. You will crawl to where I sit, waiting, in my armchair.

Come closer. Turn around. Sit here.

I will point to the floor. To that place right beside my boots.

You will do as I say. Trying not to let me see the glow of pride. You will know that it’s not just any boy who gets this place.

You did so well. Cleaning Daddy’s boots, taking his big dick, and his nasty cane on that bare little ass, fucking him just right, doing everything you were told to do. Didn’t you?

Sit up straight. You’re going to be my boy now, do you understand? So, you need to act like it. Hold your head up.

So everyone can see how proud you are to belong to your Daddy.

My boy. That’s what I call you. When you are sitting on the floor, where you have earnt your right to be.

Earnt your place.

Here.

Right by Daddy’s feet.