Madison's New Daddy
by Touchstone
“Rise and shine, Mr. Madison.”
Max felt the world swim back into being, bringing along with it a throbbing headache as a friend. Slowly, he dared himself to open his eyes, finding the view a bit foggy but slowly getting clear- as clear as it could get anyway in the dimly lit room. He was in one piece, at least. Apart from his head he didn’t feel hurt or anything. That was something to be thankful for at least.
As coherence and his last memories before the blackout slowly made their way back, however, the short-lived relief made way for alarm, as he found himself in a completely alien setting, sitting across a square metal table from a total stranger. There was nothing about the room that had any indication about where he was, none that he could see in the dark, anyway. The one dim light that was turned on shone down on the man who was now staring at him in a way that made him feel more than a little uncomfortable. Made him feel like prey.
Was he the man who had taken him here? Impossible to say. All he remembered was that he was going to take the cab to the bus station, the last thing he remembered. To meet up with Stacey. He’d tried sneaking out the house to go get one further down the road, where this black car had just randomly stopped and these people had just grabbed him. They must’ve knocked him out. Chloroform or something.
He had just been kidnapped.
The sudden realization shot him straight to his feet and out of his chair.
“Sit down, Mr. Madison. As you can obviously see, we did not tie you to the chair. We just need to talk, if that’s alright with you,” the man said, his voice smooth and deep. Against his better judgment, Max found himself doing so.
“You wouldn’t have gotten very far, anyway. I have guards posted at the exits,” the man added with a sly grin.
“...I figured that,” Max murmured unhappily, his suspicions confirmed. “So why the fuck did you kidnap me?”
“Straight to business, then?” the man chuckled. “Well let me introduce myself first. My name is Hollander Shaw. Your father and I are at... odds, with each other, so to speak.”
Hearing his father mentioned did nothing to calm Max down. Feeling even more agitated now, his eyes narrowed as he declared, “Well at least we have something in common, then. I don’t know if you wanted to hurt him or anything, but I was leaving the goddamn place. If you wanted leverage or anything like that, you kidnapped the wrong person.”
“So you were running away from home,” Shaw noted.
“That’s none of your goddamn business. Can you just tell me what the hell you want me here for so I can just leave?” Max grumbled. The fact that the man had not produced a gun or threatened his life so far had made him a bit bolder, despite the fact that if it came down to it, it looked like Shaw would easily be able to overpower him. Max didn’t know if that was why Shaw had come to this ‘meeting’ topless. His well chiselled chest out on display, covered with a fine mat of dark hair. His biceps were as thick as tree trunks, looking more than capable of snapping his neck if chose to do so. Max wasn’t sure if the man’s intimidating large build was more unnerving than the man’s face itself. There was a kind of demonic intelligence burning behind the man’s dark eyes. Accompanied with his smug grin, Max had to wonder if he was dealing with the devil.
“Come now, Max,” Shaw said. “Can you honestly look me in the eye and tell me that the prospect of hurting your father doesn’t excite you in the least?”
Actually, it kind of did. But no, God knew how long he’d been kept here. Stacey would be wondering where the hell he was. And who knew if he’d been gone long enough for his father to notice and throw a ruckus? Then again, the great old
Mayor probably didn’t want bad press. Still the fact didn’t change that he had to leave. Soon. And so he indulged Shaw and did as he was dared to. Or well, that was the plan anyway.
“I have no time for your games, Mr. Shaw,” Max said drily, staring straight into Shaw’s dark eyes. “Now if you don’t mind, I really have to...”
But his voice trailed off. Somewhere, halfway through that sentence, something had cut off his train of thought.
“That’s it, Mr. Madison,” Shaw’s deep voice coaxed. “Look, and look deep. I think you can relax now, don’t you?”
Relax. Yes, that sounded good. Feeling suddenly quite heavy, Max found himself slumping back into his chair, his eyes still fixed on Shaw’s dark orbs, which more and more began to feel like they were sucking all the light out of the room.
‘Wait!’
With a sudden snap, Max found himself sitting upright again, shaking his head quickly as though trying to get rid of the cobwebs that were forming inside his mind. “No,” he said adamantly, sounding unsure at first but he repeated it anyway just to convince himself. “No. I don’t have time for this.”
“Hm. Resistance,” Shaw mused. “Haven’t had that in a while. Let’s try that again, Max.”
“No, I’d rather not,” Max insisted, keeping his eyes away from Shaw’s. “I don’t know what the hell it is you’re doing, but I’ve seen a couple of hypnosis acts. I’m not falling for it.” Truth was, he didn’t think what was happening back there was mere hypnosis. For one, it would’ve taken much longer. There was no way to explain how those eyes had managed to capture him so quickly. It was as though something bigger was at work here. Either way, Max realized that he couldn’t afford to look the man in the eyes again.
Silence. It looked like he’d beaten Shaw at his own game. Shaw stared at him, looking more amused than annoyed, however, as though coldly assessing the situation before he sighed and shrugged. “Oh well, guess you’re smarter than I thought you would be. Perhaps I should give credit where credit is due and we can just talk. Openly.”
As if on cue, another figure stepped out of the darkness behind Shaw. A guy about his own age, Max figured, as the other man’s clean shaven face looked like he wasn’t far out of high school either. The man had a glazed expression in his eyes, which bothered Max somewhat, although that fact didn’t bother him nearly as much as the fact that the man was dressed in nothing but tight-fitting white briefs which left little to the imagination. The man said nothing. He passed Shaw a pipe, which he then proceeded to light. As he was about to leave, Shaw gave the man’s hand an affectionate squeeze, a possessive grin before he let go and the man disappeared back into the darkness.
“Oh my God, are you some kind of kinky faggot?” Max gasped.
“Well now,” Shaw said, taking a puff. “Now you’re starting to sound more like your father.”
“It’s the only thing we agree on,” Max replied sharply. “What the fuck were you planning to do with me, you asshole?”
“Well that’s hardly worth troubling yourself over at this point,” Shaw replied, exhaling a cloud of smoke before continuing, “Since you’re obviously not going to fall for it.”
“Damn right,” Max affirmed. “It wouldn’t have worked, anyway. I’m as straight as they come.”
“I’m sure,” Shaw sighed nonchalantly.
“Well then, what were you going to do with me?” Max asked. Not sure if he wanted to know the answer. The smell of the pipe smoke was beginning to thicken in the air, and he wasn’t sure if it agreed with him.
“I was going to send your father a tape. But since that’s out of the question, we’ll have to settle for holding you for ransom the old fashioned way. I just need to talk to him, you see. He recently shut down my club, and as you can imagine I’m not too happy with that,” Shaw explained.
“Well if it was a gay club, it deserved to be shut down,” Max said firmly.
In response, Shaw leaned forward and exhaled a thick puff of smoke into his face, his eyes now narrow slits of anger. “Perhaps it’s time you stop acting like I can’t kill you here and now, Mr. Madison. My patience has its limits.”
Max coughed and sputtered, his eyes watering up. No, the smoke really didn’t agree with him at all. “You don’t have to threaten me,” he said. “If you want to meet up with him, I’ll make that phone call. Voluntarily. Like I said I just want to get out of here quick. You get what you want. I get what I want. I don’t care if that asshole gets hurt.”
“Well then, I’m glad we came to an agreement so quickly,” Shaw grinned, his face now almost shrouded with smoke. Max watched as he made another motion towards the unseen man, only this time no one came.
“He’s going to return with a cell phone,” Shaw said. “I’ll tell you what to say when he gets back.”
They sat in absolute silence for a while, Max watching as Shaw continued to smoke, although he paid careful attention to not stare into the man’s eyes.
Despite the agreement, he didn’t trust the man, yet, although the fact than an agreement was made calmed him down somewhat. At least they weren’t going to find him in a dumpster behind an alley or something.
“Do you smoke, Mr. Madison?” Shaw asked suddenly, breaking the silence.
The irony that his captor was making conversation with him as though they were in a coffee shop was not lost on him. But Max decided to indulge the older man anyhow. “No,” he replied simply.
“That’s a shame,” Shaw sighed, exhaling another cloud of smoke. The smell didn’t bother him so much anymore. “It helps me relax.”
Max said nothing. No need to prolong a pointless conversation.
“Well it looks like you’re relaxing too. Perhaps you’d like to try it?” Shaw asked.
“No thank you,” Max replied simply. Although now that he thought about it, it did seem rather fascinating. Despite being a faggot, there was something regal about Shaw now, sitting there as though he didn’t have a care in the world.
“Come now,” Shaw said, getting up suddenly. Max watched, unnaturally calm as the man walked around the table, crouching down slightly beside him. He took another puff before offering the pipe again to Max, who found himself contemplating taking it more and more.
“No. I don’t-
But it turned out that Shaw wasn’t going to give it to him after all. In one, quick motion that caught Max before he had a chance to respond, Shaw had pressed his mouth towards Max’s open one, exhaling all of the smoke straight into his lungs. Caught completely off guard, Max didn’t know how to respond.
And by the time the smoke had dissolved into his system, it ceased to matter anymore. The world around him suddenly draped in a thick fog, he let his eyes water and his hands slacken to his side as the larger man grabbed the back of his head in a single, great gesture of dominance, pushing them even harder against each other as his tongue plundered his helpless open mouth.
He didn’t know why he just let it happen, nor could he explain the fire the sensation of this man’s tongue brought to his loins. He had never been kissed like this before, never been so helpless and willing. He’d never felt the slow, steady friction of another man’s goatee scratch his chin. Was this even a kiss? Why did it feel so good?
It ended almost as suddenly as it had begun. And as Shaw backed away and pulled his chair up so that they were sitting beside each other, Max in his dazed state could only wonder why fresh air suddenly felt so stale in comparison. And while the voice at the back of his mind was warning him to run while he still could, before it could even register strongly enough for him to take action, Shaw had turned him so that they were facing each other, a triumphant grin on his face.
“Looks like you enjoyed it, Max,” Shaw chuckled. “Maybe now, we can see eye to eye.”
In his helpless state, Max was powerless to stop Shaw from grabbing his shoulders and pulling him forward. Eventually the two were leaning against each other, their foreheads touching as Shaw held him up by the shoulders with two, strong, firm hands. Max was dangerously close to this man now, wreathed completely in smoke, and the smell of the man’s breath. Where else was there to look but straight ahead? Straight into the man’s eyes.
“Noo...musn’t...look...” Max’s weak voice whimpered, trailing off into nothingness as Shaw spoke.
“Now then, let’s try that again, Max,” Shaw’s deep voice reverberated as though it was coming from everywhere, echoing at the back of his skull. Once again Max found himself being drawn in to the man’s beautiful, commanding eyes. Those deep voids looked even more inviting now, if that were possible. This time he let them take over him. He allowed the light to fade from the room and along with it, his cares and worries.
“That’s it, Max, surrender. You’ll find this all the more enjoyable if you do. You loved every second of that kiss, and you’ll love everything else I’m going to do to you tonight. So just relax, and forget how to think for a while. Trust in me.”
Shaw’s voice flowed through Max’s veins like warm honey. What would have sounded like a preposterous notion a few minutes ago was now looking feeling so right. Something about the man’s aura of dominance, his sheer presence made Max feel like his will, his thoughts were melting like hot butter, and he let it. He had never felt so much faith in anything before.
“Trust me.” Again, Shaw’s voice echoed at the back of his mind, solidifying its imprint there.
“Submit.” Max began to feel his eyelids droop, the world around him blackening out as though he was falling into the void. And still he felt no alarm. It felt like falling backwards into those strong, muscular arms. When his eyes did finally close, his breathing now shallow and slowed to a murmur, he still saw those eyes in his mind, still heard that delicious voice repeating, “Trust in me,” echoing within the walls of his subconscious.
“Good boy.”
He felt Shaw lift him up then so that they were both standing. He felt his face pressed against Shaw’s chest as the larger man wrapped him up in a tight, warm embrace, drowning him in the heat and musk of his masculine form. Max felt himself shudder involuntarily as a thick, steady hand stroked his back in a soothing motion.
“Surrender.”
He would’ve melted if he could, dissolve into the man’s flesh and sweat. His cheek pressed against firm, hard nipple, he felt the echoes now accompanied by the steady, comforting rhythm of the man’s heartbeat.
“Obey.”
There was something hypnotic about that sound. The steady thumping sound of the man’s heart. Like his physical form, it somehow felt like it was dwarfing his own, taking command and taming it. Perhaps it was his imagination, but it felt like his own racing heart was beginning to slow down, beating in perfect sync with Shaw’s.
There was a heat coming from his groin, and as the larger man ground into him slightly, there was no mistake as to what that firm bulge pressing against his own was. The delightful friction was good. Comforting even. Although it was nothing compared to the hand that reached in between their joined bodies, forcing its way past the waistband of Max’s pants towards the prize they held within. Large, warm fingers curled around their prize, pressed in even more delightfully by the tight confines of Max’s boxers. Shaw said nothing, but by the firm, confident manner in which he held on to his throbbing cock, it was clear that what he was clearly saying was ‘MINE NOW’.
Max moaned blissfully. Too enraptured by the feel of another man’s hand on his groin that he allowed Shaw’s other hand to grab his, guiding his smaller hand towards the waistband of his pants, the older man now grinning down upon his now willing conquest. Max allowed the hand to guide him in. As he reached his goal, his fingers instinctively coiled around Shaw’s own giant cock, surprised by its width and pulsating heat. It was almost as though he could feel his mammoth veins throbbing underneath that delicious, warm, flesh. Moist, damp, warm. It felt like his hand belonged there.
Leaving Max’s hand around his own prick, Shaw hugged the boy close again, their cocks pressing even harder than before against each other now.
“Now, Max,” Shaw asked softly. “Why did you run away?”
“To get away... from my father,” Max answered sleepily. God this felt so good. But he wanted more. More heat. More flesh. More sweat.
“You were going to run away and elope with your girlfriend,” Shaw mentioned offhandedly. “But that wouldn’t have solved your problems, Max. You wouldn’t have proven your father wrong about you. You wouldn’t have been happy.”
This was all true. Or at least, if they weren’t before, they were very rapidly becoming Max’s new truths. Still it felt good to listen, held so tightly this way. And so he did not resist and let it continue.
“I can make you happy, boy. What you have always wanted is control. A father who is actually there, to tell you what to do, what to feel. That man never deserved your love, your devotion. Neither did your girlfriend. She was only using you for your money. You can prove them wrong, boy. You can prove them all wrong, and be who you were meant to be from the beginning.”
Max felt the heat grow within his cock, felt every delicious inch of Shaw’s skin pressed against his as a drop of sweat on the man’s perfect chest fell on his lips.
“Open your eyes and kneel, boy. I will give you that sense of belonging. Feed you every last drop.”
As the embrace slackened, Max found himself sinking to his knees. Almost regretfully he felt Shaw’s hand withdraw as his did, but was almost instantly rewarded for what awaited him as he knelt. A gentle hand on his chin, tilting his face upwards to see the benevolent face of his new master stilled his beating heart as the older man slowly unzipped his fly, almost ceremoniously letting his pants drop to reveal a bulging piece of flesh trapped in the confines of tight, white briefs.
“Take it, boy. Embrace your future as my slave.”
His hands gingerly reached up, peeling the tight briefs off carefully as the prize bobbed free, looking downward on his now eager face. It was as perfect as he’d imagined it to be. Ten inches of glorious uncut man flesh, stared down upon him, a drop of pre-cum oozing tantalizingly from its tip. Slowly, apprehensively, he touched the tip to his tongue, and somehow it felt like everything would fall into place perfectly from there. It was as though the explosion of flavor that mere drop had put on his tongue had demolished the final barriers in his mind, coiling him up even further in the heat of the moment. His soft lips curled around the throbbing member, he took in his first cock delighting himself with the full taste of submission.
He drank it all up. The feel of Shaw’s hand on the back of his head. The smooth, tasty smelling musk wafting from the man’s pubic hair. The texture of his skin trailing his tongue and touching the back of his throat. He didn’t want it to stop. He lapped at it hungrily as though his life depended on it, loving every moment.
“Oh yeah, boy. Take it all in. Taste your new daddy’s cock like the slave you are. It’s about time that rude, pretty mouth of yours got put to good use. Ohh... yeah... Can you think of any better use for it than this?”
Max couldn’t. And so he kept on sucking, savoring every throb of that powerful organ within the confines of his wet mouth. Each movement of Shaw’s hips a new promise, a new excitement. Each pleasured moan and gasp drawn from his master a musical note of which there was no comparison.
“Whoa boy, stop.”
It ended just as it seemed like he was about to be rewarded. He could almost taste the pearly essence on the tip of his tongue. But even the regret he felt as he felt his master pull out of his mouth was dwarfed by the overwhelming fact that his master knew better. It felt good to obey.
“There will be time for that later. For now, I need a better look at my new prize. Get up.”
Max did as he was told, slowly unbuttoning his shirt as he did. He took a soft whiff from it before he discarded it. It smelled of the mixed sweat from both Shaw and him. Delicate, musky perfection. As he took off the rest of his clothing, he watched his master’s face adoringly, delighting in the look of approval his master gave him when his own cock finally bobbed free.
“Mmm, who would have thought I would’ve been so lucky that Alex Madison’s son would look tasty?” Shaw smiled, licking his lips as he drew closer. “But you’re all mine now, boy,” he said as he embraced the boy from behind, making sure the boy felt his wet, slick cock rubbing tantalizingly at the crease of his now exposed ass.
He grabbed the boy’s arm again, guiding the hand that had been in his pants, the hand that had cupped his balls while he sucked up to the boy’s nose.
“Take a deep breath boy. Smell that. That’s the scent of your new master. Your new daddy. Nothing but pure male essence there boy. You like it?” Shaw asked, knowing perfectly well what the answer was.
“God yes,” Max answered breathlessly.
“Well, then,” Shaw said in a matter-of-fact tone as he presented his other hand to the boy’s mouth. “Suck.”
Max dutifully took in his master’s fingers, coating it wet with his saliva as he continued breathing in the scent of his master’s fragrant musk coating his own hand. Behind him, Shaw continued grinding his painfully hard cock against Max’s back, moaning against the delicious friction.
As Shaw took his fingers out of the boy’s mouth, he led the boy over to the table and bent him over it. He gave the boy a moment to steady himself against the table before he slowly trailed his wet fingers around the globes of the boy’s perfect ass, teasing the boy further. Max shuddered as the warm, wet digits went in, feeling alien flesh entering that warm tight space for the first time in his life. It hurt at first, and he gave out a shout. But as Shaw stroked his back softly, poking in further with gentle force, the pain quickly melted in a firm, new kind of pleasure that he knew he wanted to get used to.
“Sshhh boy, everything will be alright,” Shaw cooed softly as he removed his hand from the boy’s anal passage. “Daddy’s just going to finish turning you into his boy now. I’m going to fill you up with my seed, boy. Make you feel like a new man.”
Max gasped as he felt Shaw’s thick cock enter him for the first time. The heat of the firm shaft of flesh felt like it belonged there, like it had filled a void that had always meant to be filled. Instinctively he clenched. He wanted his master to know that he wanted this. He wanted his master to know he wanted nothing else.
When Shaw began with slow, rhythmic, deep thrusts, the pain/pleasure sensations had Max gasping underneath the behemoth of a man. The boy had never known such raw power. Such masculinity. He had never even considered it before in his life. And now he knew it was all he would ever want.
“All mine, boy. Your only purpose in life from now on is to writhe and moan beneath me. Your beautiful body soaked with sweat and cum. Ahh...The nights you’ll have... Mmhh...riding my cock like a bitch in heat... you’ll never want to go back.”
As the thrusts intensified in rhythm and depth, Max’s shallow gasps rapidly developed into moans slaked with lust.
“Mmm...that’s it boy. Louder. Aaah...your daddy’s boymaker has made boys of bigger, more stubborn men than you. Mmm.. look at you now... ahh.. my beautiful, new plaything. You were so sure of your straightness just now Mmm..yeah... And now look at you... writhing under me. Tell me boy, whom do you serve?”
“Y..you..” Max gasped in between thrusts. Lost within the sound of flesh rasping against flesh as Shaw’s movements continued to grow faster.
“That’s right boy... mmm...yeah... when I come, your transformation will be complete. Every boy is made from his daddy’s seed, after all. Aaah... yeah... I’m going to fill you with my cum boy. Make you mine.”
“Yours...” Max agreed breathlessly.
And with that, the lovemaking degenerated into a loud frenzy of moans and sweat as Shaw pounded into the boy harder and harder, faster and faster until, finally, with one last shout, Shaw erupted, his cock pumping load after load of thick, creamy man seed into Max’s tight depths. The explosion of white hot come inside him sent Max over the edge, and the boy found himself coming himself soon after, moaning happily as parts of his unwanted memories started to grow dark, never to be needed again.
Shaw pulled out of the boy’s tight recesses with one nice shlop. He steadied the boy as he got back upright, no traces of his unfortunate case of upbringing-induced straightness in his eyes.
“Thank you, master,” Max whispered softly.
“You’re welcome, my boy,” Shaw grinned, and in one smooth gesture, picked up the youth in his arms, cradling him as he walked towards the doorway. “Now let’s go to bed. You can look forward to more tomorrow.”
Max knew it would be the only thing he would look forward to ever again.
END