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Category: dad/Son (Page 4 of 6)

dadspreading (My perfect dad 23)

This is a repost from a Tumblr series that I called “My perfect dad.” I’m preserving these older stories and continuing to write new ones available on this site first.

“Take a deep breath in, dad.” 

I comply, and immediately I feel a wave of pleasure and relaxation rush from my head down to the soles of my feet. My chest and belly expand and stretch the fabric of my tight shirt, a sensation I instantly associate with pleasure and obedience. I hold my breath—my Son didn’t give me permission to exhale just yet—and look at my image on the computer screen. 

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Cosplay (My perfect dad 22)

This is a repost from a Tumblr series that I called “My perfect dad.” I’m preserving these older stories and continuing to write new ones available on this site first.

I look stupid, and I feel ridiculous. But I have no one to blame but myself. 

I was newly single after 15 years, on the rebound and vulnerable. Jack was young, handsome, and interesting. He took an interest in me and made me feel wanted. Aside from the physical attraction, we had almost nothing in common. I was an executive VP, and he was a college dropout. I liked hiking and antiquing and he played video games.  I enjoyed dragging my tux out of the closet once a year to go to the symphony and he… well, he liked cosplay

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My Son’s musk (My perfect dad 21)

This is a repost from a Tumblr series that I called “My perfect dad.” I’m preserving these older stories and continuing to write new ones available on this site first.

Everything changed when I turned 40. The day before my birthday, I was at Buddies, my local leather bar, drinking a glass of scotch while a pup serviced my boots. I’d always been dominant, the one in control, the one calling the shots. 

What a difference a day makes. 

I set my empty glass down on the bar and felt a hand grip my shoulder, the friction causing my leather jacket to creak. “Hey, dad,” I heard someone say. 

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Cash dad (My perfect dad 20)

This is a repost from a Tumblr series that I called “My perfect dad.” I’m preserving these older stories and continuing to write new ones available on this site first.

I never thought I would be one of those guys. I don’t even want to say the word. It’s so embarrassing. I was successful and independent. I did whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted, and I answered to no one. 

Damn, how much things can change in just a few months. It started so small, so innocuously, that I didn’t even really notice. A cup of coffee here, an after-work drink there. I have a comfortable life. Well, I had a comfortable life. Treating Him to dinner out once or twice a week barely registered. 

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My two dads (My perfect dad 19)

This is a repost from a Tumblr series that I called “My perfect dad.” I’m preserving these older stories and continuing to write new ones available on this site first.

Hey, I know you were expecting to see Jay. After all, He’s the one you’ve been chatting with, and He’s the one you made plans to meet today. But before you go out for your date, I want to take a minute to get to know you. I’m His dad, and I like to know a little bit about the guys who date my Son. Jay’s a special young man, and He deserves only the best in a boyfriend. 

Have a seat on the sofa. Yeah, right there. I’ll sit right next to you. You seem like a nice enough guy. You’re Jay’s type. So, man, where are you taking Him on your date? 

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dad to object (My perfect dad 18)

This is a repost from a Tumblr series that I called “My perfect dad.” I’m preserving these older stories and continuing to write new ones available on this site first.

I disappointed my Son. And for that, I am sorry. For that, I am being punished. Every hour that I lie here, immobilized and bored, is well deserved. I am my Son’s submissive father, and I must obey Him. When He says, “Kneel and be My footstool, dad,” He means now. Not in five minutes. Not in five seconds. Son deserves my full attention and my immediate, eager service. 

Now He’s going to get it. 

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Robopop (My perfect dad 17)

This is a repost from a Tumblr series that I called “My perfect dad.” I’m preserving these older stories and continuing to write new ones available on this site first.

Stud, you know I love you, and I love exploring all this role play stuff together. But I’m not sure I can wear all this gear. It looks really tight and constricting. It looks uncomfortable, and—don’t take this the wrong way, Babe—a little weird. 

Don’t get me wrong. I love the dad/Son role play we’ve been doing lately. Hell, last night when we were in bed together, and you whispered in my ear, “Hey dad, hold me until I fall asleep,” I got all kinds of chills up and down my spine. I’ve loved wearing all the plaid shirts and overalls and work boots you’ve brought home for me, too, Stud. Who’d have thought that dad/Son role play would strike such a chord with us? 

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Pledge of allegiance (My perfect dad 16)

This is a repost from a Tumblr series that I called “My perfect dad.” I’m preserving these older stories and continuing to write new ones available on this site first.

The other day, I saw a gay couple walking downtown. They were really cute. Just an everyday pair of guys dressed in jeans and polos, holding hands as they walked from the parking garage to a restaurant down the block. 

Heh. Jeans and polos. It’s been so long since I’ve worn anything like that, I can’t even remember what it feels like. Loose-fitting clothing? Yeah, that’s barely a memory for me. Once I’d earned enough money for my Son to buy me my first rubber uniform, the rest of my clothes started disappearing from my side of the closet. 

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The uncle basement (My perfect dad 15)

This is a repost from a Tumblr series that I called “My perfect dad.” I’m preserving these older stories and continuing to write new ones available on this site first.

My relationship with my Son was going really well. Until it wasn’t. Over the last few months, I’d noticed He was putting less time and effort into my transformation. He used to hypnotize me every day, but lately I was lucky to get one good brainwashing session a week out of Him. I was starting to remember bits and pieces of my old life before He took me in as His submissive dad. 

He was losing interest in me. Every time I walked into the room, whether I was serving His meals or putting away His laundry, I noticed He was swiping through profiles of other guys on His phone. I tried to level up my service and take on more around the house, but O/our relationship wasn’t like it used to be. 

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Touch of gray (My perfect dad 14)

This is a repost from a Tumblr series that I called “My perfect dad.” I’m preserving these older stories and continuing to write new ones available on this site first.

Son, I’m back from the barber shop. I asked them to dye my beard gray, just like You said. I think it turned out pretty nice, but I know my opinion doesn’t matter. What do You think of the dye job, Son? 

Not gray enough? Are You sure, Son? Looks pretty gray to me. I look plenty older than You now. No one would suspect that W/we’re only nine years apart. 

Older, Son? You want me to go older? How much older? Erm, with all due respect, Son, I think I easily look 20 years Your senior. Definitely Your bearded old man, Son. Of course I am more than happy to do anything that pleases You, Son, but what more can I do to look older? 

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