The beat was pulsing through his mind. It consisted of heavy breathing and gasps of seeming pleasure and sounds of sticky wetness, like a salivating tongue painting the length of a large candy cane, over and over again without end. Hidden beneath it all was a voice, whispering words he couldn’t quite understand, but he knew they were there. He knew they were speaking to him and captivating him and keeping his erection throbbing. It was almost hypnotic. There was only one word he could make out for sure, and that only barely: “Daddy.” “Hey, Jared…are you awake, man?” Jared’s eyes snapped open, startled from his thoughts and memories. The music Peter had him listen to all last night while he slept was still with him, massaging his brain and stroking him down below. Jared slid a folder off his desk and placed it in his lap as he turned in his chair to face Colby. “Yeah, sorry,” Jared replied a bit nervously. “I was just busy. Just busy thinking.” His eyes immediately focused on the outline of Colby’s flaccid member resting against the boxers in his pants and he had to force himself to look upwards right away and convince himself he wouldn’t look at it again. “Maybe you should have stayed home another day,” Colby said. “Naa. It was just one of those 24-hour things,” he lied. “Bad headache. Didn’t get much sleep.” Jared’s eyes betrayed him and he stole another glance at Colby’s crotch. He could feel the increase of saliva in his mouth and the pulsing rhythm in his head made his thoughts spin and all he could think about was reaching out and unzipping Colby’s long staff from its resting place. He could almost feel the warm, fleshy head of it grazing his lips. “Think you’d be up for a game of racquetball tonight?” Jared rested his hands on the folder in his lap as if the size of the erection he was hiding was as noticeable as Colby’s soft dangler. He felt inferior to his friend and had the urge to get down on his knees and stop trying to hide his smaller penis. Some inner voice was telling him this was his rightful position. “I, uh…I’ve gotta go to my parents’ for dinner tonight,” Jared said with much difficulty. He was too busy wondering how big Colby’s erection could get, wondering how he could manage to find out without getting caught. “Thought you didn’t like that sort of thing,” Colby replied. “Well, you know…” Jared grabbed a pen from his desk and began clicking it. And as he was doing this, something reminded him that his pen was longer than his fullest hard-on. “I kinda got talked into it.” He half-smiled as he looked up at Colby. Colby, with his straight black hair and smooth complexion, smiled back and told his friend that he was too full of excuses. “Maybe that last beating I gave you scared you off or something, huh?” Jared suddenly imagined himself being bent bare-assed over Colby’s knee and wondered how badly his friend might be able to beat him. He could almost feel Colby’s hand rubbing against the soft skin of his smooth cheeks. “That was just luck,” Jared smiled. “Enjoy it while it lasts.” Colby laughed as he checked his watch. He shifted the weight on his legs to stand up straighter as he was preparing to walk away and Jared saw the outline of Colby’s long penis slide against the fabric. “Well, until you get back out on the court, it’s gonna last a long time.” And then he made light of Jared’s absence from the court for a few moments and excused himself to get to his next meeting. Jared quickly spun around at his desk and hid his crotch under the table and let out a sigh of relief. And still, the image of falling to his knees before Colby and stroking his friend’s big, healthy cock lingered in his mind like it had never done before and he sensed himself losing control of his thoughts. “I’m not gay,” he kept thinking to himself. “I’m not gay.” But then he kept remembering what Peter had said. Peter said he wasn’t gay, either. He even had a girlfriend. And yet, Peter liked doing all these things with other men. Jared couldn’t get over how much he had enjoyed sucking on Peter’s long, curvy pole, either. If Peter wasn’t gay and Colby isn’t gay… Suddenly, the phone rang. Jared grabbed it quickly, pushing back those thoughts with all his might. “How’s Daddy’s boy doing today?” said the voice on the other end. The hand holding the phone began to tremble and Jared’s palms began to perspire. He slunk closer yet to his desk and glanced around to see if anyone was looking over in his direction. “How did you get this number?” Jared whispered in a somewhat offended tone. “Your Daddy makes it a point to know everything about his boys,” Daddy told him in his deep, commanding voice. “You can’t call me here,” Jared told him desperately and quietly. “I have to go.” “Did Peter shave you?” Daddy asked, casually ignoring Jared’s attempt to end the conversation. Jared paused and glanced around again and was reminded of the strange emptiness in his briefs from the missing curls of blond hair. Even the sparse hair of his armpits was now gone. “Yes,” Jared whispered in a more defeated tone of voice. “Yes, what?” Daddy said, wanting a more appropriate reply from his boy. Jared gulped and raised his head up over his cubicle to make sure no one was listening nearby. “Yes, Daddy,” he whispered in his quietest voice yet. “Good boy,” Daddy approved. “Now, I realize that shaving is a bit crude, but fortunately, you didn’t have much hair to shave. We’ll take a more permanent approach when you’re ready. After all, little boys like you shouldn’t have hair like that. Now, are you wearing your ankle bands?” “Yes,” Jared replied. Then he thought for a moment and whispered as quietly as he could again, “Yes, Daddy.” The bands were hidden under his socks and it felt like Daddy had a grip on his ankles even then and could spread his legs apart at will. Jared’s erection pulsed when he thought of them. “And did Peter pull your plug out this morning? Did you get to empty yourself of all of Daddy’s juices while Peter watched?” Jared recalled the humiliation of it all, of having to get down on his hands and knees that morning, moaning and groaning and squirming as he raised his ass high in the air for Peter to pry the plug from his tight little hole. Then Peter had stood there and watched as Jared emptied himself of all the previous night’s exploits before bathing him like a dog again and dressing him. “Yes…Daddy.” “Peter told me how much you enjoyed kissing him. He also told me how much you enjoyed stroking his long cock and sucking on it last night. He said you spent over an hour licking that thing before he came again.” “I had no choice,” Jared whispered defensively. “Peter didn’t make you do it,” Daddy said. “You just wanted to. All you ever do is dream about big, long, fat cocks. You practically worship them. You want to hold them and kiss them and lick them and suck them dry. Are you thinking about Daddy’s big penis right now? Are you having trouble deciding whether you want it in your mouth or sliding up your tight, little ass? I’ll bet you’re hard right now thinking about it.” He could hear Daddy chuckling while his little erection pulsed as if on command, as if Daddy could see his erection through the phone. “Did you enjoy your music last night?” Daddy asked. “Was it soothing? Did it give you good dreams?” Jared had slept last night as if his naked form was covered in long, silky smooth penises rubbing all over his muscular body. And he had felt pregnant from Daddy’s load inside him and the plug that kept it all in there. The headset Peter had placed over his ears was secured tightly and all night long, he dreamt of being Daddy’s little boy and wanting to please Daddy in any way possible. Even as Daddy spoke to him on the phone, he had to fight the urge to give in to this growing desire whispering in his head. “I…I guess,” Jared whispered. He knew he couldn’t answer in the negative. He knew that wouldn’t please Daddy and he struggled with it moment by moment. “Of course it did,” Daddy assured him. “And you want to listen to more of those tapes, don’t you?” Strangely enough, he did. Something inside him wanted to just enough to answer, “I guess so. Uh…I mean, yes, Daddy.” “Good boy. There’s one in your car that you can play while you’re driving home. And there are others you can listen to that Peter put in your briefcase, along with a player. You can listen to those while you work.” Jared glanced over at the briefcase that he hadn’t even opened since he got to work. He had a sudden longing to open it and he could already hear the pulsing, gasping “music” drifting through his thoughts, along with the gentle whispers that made him feel warm all over inside. “These are Daddy’s instructions for his boy. Do you understand?” Jared’s erection pulsed again. “Yes, Daddy.” He almost didn’t whisper it that time. “Have you asked for your vacation yet?” Daddy asked him. “No, not yet,” Jared replied. “I…I just can’t. I mean, I don’t think I can get…” “Would you rather we show all your family and friends the videos we made together? You probably didn’t notice it, but I had last night’s performance taped, as well. Your little ass was very cherry. And the way you sucked…” “Okay,” Jared gasped. “Okay, okay. I’ll try.” “When Daddy tells his boy to do something, he should do more than just try. You’re still not being fully obedient. Get your vacation time like Daddy told you and then listen to your tapes and be home on time. And don’t forget to check your email. You can consider it a warning…and a punishment for your hesitation.” And without any sort of formal good-bye, Daddy hung up and left Jared wondering what it all meant. He slowly set the phone back down on the receiver and moved over to his computer and clicked open his mail program. Amid all the company mail was one item that had just come in that was addressed to all the users in the building. It had no return address that he could see, but there was an attachment. Nervously, Jared opened the most questionable mail first and almost instantly a picture appeared on his screen that almost caused him to hyperventilate. It was a close-up shot of a small, erect penis that was shaped like a little rocket and stood between two spread, muscular legs. Down at the bottom of the picture was the simple caption: “4 ¾” Within moments, he could hear others in the office laughing and gasping and could see people standing up and encouraging others to check their mail. The picture was cropped just above the navel and you could see the little, blond bush behind the base of the erection, but there were no immediate clues to determine who was being pictured. And it wasn’t a video capture, either. It was a crystal clear, high-resolution shot from a digital camera that accentuated every detail perfectly. But Jared, of course, knew his own penis when he saw it. And the fact that everyone in the company was now seeing it scared him senseless. His erection faded, he quickly closed his inbox and stood up and saw how everyone was reacting to the sudden surprise. Some wondered how something like that got past their security system. He heard one woman laughing loudly and another girl lamenting at the smallness of it. A few identified it as child pornography and thought they should call the cops. Jared slouched back down behind the walls of his cubicle and sat staring at the computer screen and felt utterly worthless and humiliated. Everyone he knew in the company would soon be looking at his small erection and making jokes about it. All the women he ever flirted with would be laughing and even Colby would see it when he got back from his meeting and make comments about it. Not until that moment did Jared fully realize the magnitude of power that Daddy had over his personal life now. “Hey, Jared!” a female voice called out to him. “Look at this!” Jared turned slightly and saw Carla, one of the receptionists that he always found attractive, flashing a newly printed, color copy of the picture of his erection. “Look at this poor guy! I think we should start a collection for his enlargement surgery!” She had a bright smile and was laughing and talking to Jared as if Jared were just another hung guy who would see the humor in such smallness. “Looks pretty small,” Jared commented. He did his best to smile and not look nervous. Would they all see the blond curls, he wondered? Would they match it with the long, blond hair on his head, or would they notice the muscular abdomen and make a connection somehow? “Four and three-quarters worth,” she announced, pointing to the number on the bottom. “And look at those tiny balls, there. Like little marbles. Aren’t those cute?” She was thoroughly tickled by the whole thing and didn’t stay there long enough to wait for his answer. She moved on to the next cubicle, and then the next. The whole office was buzzing. After about ten minutes of contemplation over the noise in the office, afraid to even move from his chair, Jared’s phone rang again and he waited until the fifth ring to answer it. “How is everyone enjoying the picture?” Daddy asked him. “How could you?” Jared started. “You can’t…you can’t do this!” he shouted in a desperate whisper. “We had a deal…” “Are you questioning my judgment?” Daddy asked him sternly. “Are you trying to tell me what I can and cannot do?” Jared stammered quietly, trying to think how to respond. He wondered what he could gain by complaining. This somewhat anonymous picture that Daddy had sent was only the tip of the iceberg. He didn’t dare tempt Daddy to do worse if he could help it. “No,” Jared finally answered. “No, no…I just…” “No, what?” Daddy corrected. “No, I didn’t mean…” Jared was shaking from frustration. “I mean, no, Daddy,” he whispered. “I’m not trying to tell you…” “That’s right,” Daddy barked at him. “You never tell Daddy what to do. Daddy tells YOU what to do and you need to do it without question, otherwise you get punished. Do you understand this, boy?” Beneath all the buzz around the office, Jared lowered his head over the phone and, feeling somewhat humbled, muttered, “Yes, Daddy.” “That little penis you see in the picture doesn’t belong to you, it belongs to me,” Daddy told him. “Do you understand, boy?” Jared held his hand over his open ear to block out all the other noise and he could again sense the pulsing rhythm of Daddy’s “music” in his head “Yes, Daddy,” he mumbled. “I want Daddy’s little boy to get an erection,” Daddy told him. “I want you to get hard right now. Are you getting hard for Daddy?” Wracked with frustration and unable to control himself, Jared felt the pulsing of his penis anew as Daddy spoke his command. Within moments, the little rocket was pressing against his pants again and Jared could feel the imaginary grip of Daddy’s hands on his ankles, spreading him open. “Yes,” Jared gasped shamefully. “Yes, Daddy.” Yes, he was getting hard for Daddy, getting hard on command. He didn’t understand how or why, but the sound of Daddy’s voice had some effect, and the idea of pleasing Daddy made it all the more powerful. “You see,” Daddy explained. “It’s not so difficult learning your place. Being Daddy’s little boy is what you were meant to be. Tell me you understand this.” Jared’s hard-on was pulsing to the rhythms inside his brain, the undulating beats that Daddy’s voice seemed to be stirring. He knew what the answer to the question was. He didn’t dare upset Daddy further. “I understand, Daddy.” “What are you?” Daddy asked. Jared glanced around while his erection bobbed up and down in his hidden lap and replied softly, “I’m Daddy’s little boy.” “That’s better,” Daddy said. “That’s much better. You can lose your erection, now, and go get your vacation time. After that, I want you back at your desk listening to those tapes in your briefcase. Listen to them over and over again until it’s time to go home. Don’t let anyone disturb you. Do you understand, boy?” “Yes, Daddy,” Jared whispered meekly. He glanced over at his computer and could still hear people in the office laughing about the picture. His erection faded and he understood quite clearly what Daddy meant. “I’ll see you later tonight, then,” Daddy said. “Don’t be late.” “I won’t,” Jared told him. Now that it was clear what he was up against, he knew he couldn’t risk being late for anything this man had planned for him. “I mean, I won’t, Daddy.” “Good boy.” And then Jared heard a click and Daddy was gone. Standing slowly, Jared looked around at all the people in the office gossiping about the picture. Other people had made printouts of it, too, and Jared’s little penis was quickly becoming the new pinup sensation. The men were shaking their heads in what Jared perceived as pity and the women were covering their mouths as they tried not to laugh so hard. He waded through the swarm and did his best to avoid as many flying comments as he could, though he had to pause on occasion to nod and agree and share in the laughter and the pity. He concentrated on not looking guilty and found himself flexing his taut muscles a bit in order to seem like the sort of man who would never have such a small penis dangling between his legs. Jared spent almost half an hour pleading with his supervisor before getting a reluctant agreement to have the following week off. He wondered if his boss couldn’t sense the utter desperation in his voice and maybe that’s why he finally relented. But whatever the reason, Jared felt a great weight lifted, as if he had just prevented the release of one of Daddy’s videos to all of his friends and family. He finally sat back down at his cubicle and grew more relieved as the buzz over the picture faded. Colby came by and told Jared how sad and pathetic it was for a man to not only have a penis that small, but to want to send it out on the Internet like that. Jared kept stealing glances at the outline of Colby’s own, much larger member as he agreed with him, and he began wondering again how large Colby could get and how much it would dwarf his little rocket. After Colby and his swaying manhood departed for another department, Jared pulled the Walkman out of his briefcase and popped in one of Daddy’s cassettes and sat back at the computer listening to the odd, hypnotic rhythms which pulsed and breathed into his ears and made him think of suckling Peter’s curvy erection and gave him the sense of Daddy watching over him approvingly. Before long, Jared’s eyelids grew heavy and he could hear voices in his head, though he couldn’t quite make out what they were saying. But somehow, he understood them. The “music” from the cassette was like heavy breathing and slurping noises, and there was a slight smacking sound, which reminded Jared of Daddy’s hand slapping against his firm, round ass. He could also feel Daddy’s big, masculine hand clamped over his hairless crotch and could feel the tickle of Daddy’s fingertip against his tight, pink hole. Subconsciously, he clamped his ankles to the legs of his chair as if they had been tied there, unable to move, and everything he was sensing and feeling warned him to stop listening to those tapes. But the gentle whisper beneath it all was just enough to keep him from pushing the stop button. To Be Continued... Comments and Correspondence to: littleboiblu4u@yahoo.com
