This is how my baby boy imagines me and him are going to meet. It’s hot. Love feedback
The plane finally landed with a thud. I fidgeted in my seat, pulling my phone out of my pocket
and turning it on. I sighed as it loaded slowly, updating the international data plan I had added
before leaving the states. I didn’t really expect to use it, but it added to the illusion that this was
just any other vacation. My lock screen appeared just as I was about to give up and stick it back
in my pocket. I put in my code and opened my messenger.
We’ve landed. Can’t wait to get off this plane.
I eagerly watched the screen as it showed he was typing.
In baggage. With a surprise.
It took everything in me not to bounce in my seat. The old lady sitting next to me shot me a dirty
look as I strained around her to look out the window. The plane was slowing down.
What sort of surprise?
Patience, baby boy, you’ll find out soon enough.
The plane finally stopped and the passengers started moving towards the exit. I grabbed my
small suitcase and trudged my way through the aisle, trying to work through the crowd. Once off
the plane, I dashed as fast as my cramped legs would let me. Twelve hours sitting still had been
hell on my body. I was exhausted, but I couldn’t let that stand in my way. I dodged between
people, weaving in and out of the crowd until I finally made it to the baggage claim.
My eyes darted around the area, almost panicked, until it seemed like the sea of people parted.
Our eyes met and he smiled warmly. My heart beat against my chest and I was having a hard
time catching my breath. I wanted to run, but there were still too many people in my way. He
started walking towards me, hands causally in his pockets. I pushed my way through as fast as I
could. Finally, we stood in front of each other.
He was taller than me. I knew that, but it was another thing to see it in person. He looked so
respectable, in a collared shirt under a knitted sweater and clean trousers. His brown hair and
beard were trimmed and nearly groomed. I ran a hand through the pink tuff of hair I had growing
out of the top of my head, knowing it was messy and standing up in weird directions. I felt like a
mess next to him.
“Hi,” I said breathlessly, still amazed I was there with him.
“Hi?” His eyes twinkled wickedly. “Is that the best you can do?”
I glanced around before smiling shyly. “Hello Daddy.”
He reached out and cupped my cheek before kissing me softly. “Hello baby boy.”
I sighed happily, looking up in to his eyes as he pulled away. He grinned down at me and pulled
a small black shopping bag out of his pocket and held it out in front of him. I looked at it
curiously before setting down my suitcase and taking it from him. I opened it and peeked inside
before blushing bright red. He chuckled and reached in, pulling out a bright green dog collar,
with a leash to match.
Our eyes met again, his silently issuing the first command, challenging me. I knew this was a
test, and if I backed down now, I could never truly call myself his.
I looked around, people still surrounding us. It was now or never. I bowed my head and knelt in
front of him, in front of everyone. He cupped my cheek again in his big hand and titled my head
back up. “Good boy.”
He clipped the thick collar around my neck, tightening it just to the point of being uncomfortable,
then attached the leash, giving it a tug. “Come on, we need to get you home.”
I got to my feet and reached for my suitcase, but he grabbed it first and started walking towards
the parking lot, holding on to my leash. I got tugged along for a bit before my legs relaxed
enough to keep up with his pace. At first, I kept my eyes down, not looking to see if people
noticed I was being walked like a dog, until another tug made me look up. He was looking back
at me over his shoulder and raised an eyebrow. I sighed and smiled, lifting my head and looking
around. He nodded and turned back around.
We made our way through the crowd, most people occupied in their own lives to notice, though I
did see a few doubletakes. He didn’t seem to notice, leading me around before pulling me off to
the side and towards the bathrooms. We entered the men’s room, passing by a single old guy at
the urinals to the large stall in the back. He set down the suitcase in the corner and pulled me
close by my leash, kissing me deeply. I couldn’t help but moan deep in my chest as his tongue
parted my lips and started exploring the inside of my mouth. I clung to him tightly as he grabbed
my ass with one hand and tangled my hair in his other. He growled softly, pulling my head back
by my hair to expose my throat. He ran his tongue over my pounding pulse before letting go and
pushing me away gently.
“Drop your jeans,” he whispered, unbuttoning his fly and opening his own trousers. “Sit on the
toilet and spread your legs.”
I almost tripped over my own feet, trying to do what he said quickly. I unbuckled my belt and
pushed down my pants and boxer briefs before sitting down and spreading my legs. My pussy
was exposed to him for the first time, my little cock already hard and poking out of its hood. I
knew I was blushing again, but I couldn’t look away as he pulled his dick out. It was only about
half hard, but I was mesmerized by it. I wanted to touch it, to taste it, to smell it, to feel it inside
me. Apparently my feelings were showing on my face, as his deep chuckle brought me back to
reality. My eyes went to his face and he smiled.
“Ready?” He asked, his hand wrapped around his shaft. I nodded, not quite sure what he had in
mind until a golden stream came shooting out of him and across my pussy. I gasped as the hot
liquid streamed down my slit in to the toilet. I couldn’t help but release my own bladder that I had
been holding for some time. The mixed sensations made me shiver and I stared up in to his
eyes as he pissed down on me. He gazed back down at me hungrily, his hand running up and
down his cock slowly as it grew harder and he finished. I licked my lips, watching him, also done
peeing.
“Clean me,” he ordered, still stroking himself. I licked my lips before leaning forward and running
my tongue along the slit in his head. He took a sharp breath in and I couldn’t help but take more
of him in my mouth, sucking softly on the tip. The hand that was stroking his cock slid down to
my face and up to my hair. Once again, he twisted his fingers in to my hair and made a fist.
Sensing what was coming, I relaxed my jaw and the back of my throat. He forced my head
down, making me swallow the whole thing, my nose nestled in to the zipper of his pants. He
groaned softly, pumping my head up and down a few times roughly before pushing me away,
trails of spit connecting my mouth to his manhood.
“Was that okay?” I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. My pussy was wet and throbbing,
begging for attention. He pulled me up off of the toilet, my pants and underwear around my
ankles. He kissed me again, demanding my mouth with his. I wrapped my arms around his neck
as we kissed. I could feel his hardness pressed in to my stomach. He ran his hands down to my
now bare ass, massaging and squeezing it, before moving around to my front. His fingers deftly
split my lips, sliding in to feel my slickness. I whimpered in to his mouth and clung to him, my
knees getting weak. He broke the kiss and looked down at me, his big fingers circling my
swollen cock. He pinched it and stroked it, making me bite my bottom lip hard to keep from
crying out.
“You’re being very good,” he murmured, watching my expression change as I struggled to keep
quiet. “I bet you want me to fuck you right now, don’t you?”
I nodded eagerly and he pressed his hardness in to my stomach again. He let go of my little dick
and started toying with my entrance, sliding the tip of his middle finger in and out. My mouth fell
open and my breath started coming out in pants as my hips started to move on their own. He
grinned wickedly.
“Naughty little slut. Always so ready and so eager. I bet you expect to cum too, don’t you?” He
slid his finger in deeper, hooking it to rub against my g-spot.
I moaned loudly for a second before he slapped his other hand over my mouth, pumping two
fingers in and out of my wet pussy fast and rough, his palm grinding in to my cock. I clung to his
shoulders, the sound of his fingers fucking me filling the restroom. I stared in to his eyes. My
legs shook as I felt an orgasm quickly approaching.
“Not yet.” He pulled away, letting go of me completely. I cried out softly, reaching out for him,
my whole pussy throbbing with its denied release. “Your orgasms are for mine and mine alone.
You must ask to receive one and you must accept that the answer may not always be yes.”
My eyes filled with tears. I wanted nothing more than to throw myself at him and beg him to fuck
me right next to that public toilet, but he was already putting himself back in to his trousers. He
licked his lips and brought the hand that was inside of me to his nose, inhaling deeply. I bit my
lip again to stop from moaning.
“You smell delicious. Get dressed, there’s one more surprise.”
I pulled up my underwear and jeans, buckling my belt and smoothing down my shirt. He picked
up my suitcase and opened the door. I realized he had been holding the leash the whole time
and it sent a thrill up my spine. We were really doing this. He led me out of the bathroom,
ignoring the two other guys pointedly looking at us.
We finished making our way through the airport to the parking lot and to his car. He opened the
back and slid in the suitcase before turning back to me, holding a little box. I stood patiently,
waiting for my next order. He pulled me around to the backdoor and opened it. Inside was a
large dog crate, big enough to fit in if someone was laying down or on all fours, but definitely not
big enough to stretch out in.
“Strip. Pets don’t wear clothes.” He held out his hand expectantly. I looked around the parking
lot. No one was there, but I knew there must be security cameras. I looked up in to his face and
he raised an eyebrow. I had a feeling I was going to get used to that look.
Slowly, I took off my clothes, handing him each piece as it came off. Once I was completely
nude except my shoes and the collar, he smiled. He left me standing there for what felt like
eternity as he walked to the back again and tossed my clothes in the trunk. I shivered a little and
kept looking around, doing my best not to cover myself with my hands. He chuckled softly when
he came back.
“Alright. Get in.” I climbed in to the crate, my bare skin against a plush blanket he had put in the
bottom. I was on my hands and knees when he placed a hand on my leg. “Wait. Stay like that.”
I froze. I heard him open something behind me and there was suddenly pressure against my
wet entrance as an egg shaped item was pushed inside me. I gasped at the feeling and moaned
when it began vibrating. It increased in intensity until it suddenly stopped.
“Leave that inside you. You’ve been a very good boy, so you may have one orgasm on the ride
home. I’ll say when.” The crate closed behind me, the car door behind it. He got in the driver’s
seat and started the car, the toy vibrating softly inside me. “Welcome home, baby boy.”
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