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Category: Age Regression Audience: Gay Men Views: 3174 Rating: ★★★★★ (1 votes) First time - The meeting (1)by zps332211Chapter 1It’s finally going to happen. I’m going to meet Brad.
Brad, Daddy, is the man I talked to online for the past 2 months. We met on an age play fetish site. I told him what I’m all about, and he told me who is he. I’m 30 and he’s 40. I’m not a submissive man, but when I talk to him, I feel like a little boy. He has some kind of charm, that makes me want to listen to him and learn from him. Sure, he has much more experience than I do. He even built a full adult size nursery in his house.
One day we chatted online, and he offered me to come stay with him for a few days, and experience the real daddy-son experience. At first, I was very nervous. It’s one thing talking online about each other’s fantasies, and it’s another thing actually living it. Brad, in his own way, convinced me to fly over and stay with him. I won’t lie, I wanted to do it, I needed it.
I needed another man controlling me like that, losing control like that. But furthermore, Brad knew all my buttons, where to press, and when.
We agreed to meet up at a restaurant before I’ll come to his house, to set up some ground rules.
He was taller, more muscular than me, having a full beard.
My knees got weak, this is really happening.
He came and gave me a fatherly hug, called me a good boy flying over here, than we set down. When the waitress came, I didn’t got any chance to choose whatever I want, and he ordered for me. I knew our roles were set.
He started talking, explaining his desires and wishes from the next few days. He wanted to give me the full baby treatment, as a father treats his boy. If I accept this rules, we can go forward. He needed to know if I was really on board. Because if not, it’s a waste of time for both of us.
I was speechless, he said everything I ever wanted.
Why it’s hard for me to say “yes” then?
Am I really okay of another man treats me like that?
“Say - Yes daddy” he said.
“Yes daddy” I said.
And it was done, I agreed.
Maybe my subconscious wanted it all so much, I just needed daddy to give me a push.
Daddy paid the bill, and we went to his car.
I was going to the front sit, when he told me that boys don’t sit in the front. It was weird, but I just got in to the back sit. There I found a big teddy bear sits on one of the sits. Daddy told me it was a present for me for agreeing, and my new friend can keep me company while he drives home. I said thank you daddy and smiled. Daddy started to drive, and the teddy bear was sitting next to me. I never really liked babyish things, and I didn’t knew what should I do with him. Brad looked at the mirror, watching me looking beyond the window. He sensed what was wrong, and told me little boys use their teddy bears to relax and calm themselves down. So I need to hold him and hug him until we get home. I took the bear into my lap, and warped him with my arms. Daddy called me a good boy, and what’s my new friend’s name. The bear was brown, so I told daddy I want his name to be “Brownie”. Daddy said I am such a smart boy choosing this name, and that it’s great I knew all my colors. I felt so childish in that moment. Another man his telling me to hold a stuffed animal, and give it a name, while I ride in the back. It was humiliating, but also hot. I felt my penis waking up.
Daddy stopped the car, we arrived. SpankingI tried to open the car's door, but it was locked. "Boys never open the car doors by themselves" daddy said. I just sat there, humiliated I just can't even open my own door. Daddy opened the door, and let me out. In front of us was daddy's house. It was 1 floor house, in the middle of nowhere. Just trees all around it. I was still holding brownie as we walked in. I looked around the living room. It all seemed like some cabin in the woods. All wood, the walls, the furniture. There was a fire place in the middle of the living room.As I soaked it all in, daddy took a chair, and placed it in the middle of the room, then sat."Come here boy" he said, and reached for my hand."I know you're still taking it all in, but I want to mark our roles quick as possible. You need not only learn that I'm the man of this house, you need to feel it as well".As he said it, he pulled me on to his knees. I knew what is coming next. My adult mind tried to tell me to get up, and don't let another man spank me over the knees, but I felt so submissive in that moment. I just laid on his knees, with my cock rock hard, and brownie looking at me from the floor.First daddy spanked me over my jeans. The pain was mild, but I certainly felt it. Then he asked me to stand, and took off my jeans and underpants, then pulled me back on him. After a few spanks, I felt my ass heat up, the pain grow."I'm the man of this house, and you are the baby boy around here. Every time you'll misbehave, you'll be spanked like this. This week I own you, all of you". I mumbled something out. I was so ashamed. "You'll be quite, suck your thumb baby" he said, and I did. I felt so little in that moment. Getting OTK spanked, sucking my thumb, I wanted to cry from the pain and humiliation. Daddy sensed that. "Cry baby, cry for daddy, I know you want to. All baby boys do" he said as the pain get worse. I couldn't hold it any longer.I cried, I sobbed, on another man's knees, sucking my thumb, as he spanked me.
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