Becoming His Toy

The Making of a Cock Whore, Vol. 2

by Veronica Bates at Smashwords

Copyright 2013 Veronica Bates

This is a work of fiction. Names, places, businesses, characters and incidents are either the product

of the author's imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons living or
dead, actual events or locations is purely coincidental.

I became a dutiful wife to Dad. I cooked his meals, cleaned after him, and I gave myself fully to him

– to use my body for his every need.

Our mornings were always the same. He would come into my bedroom and strip the covers off of

my nude body. Then carefully, so as not to awaken me, he would expose my ass to the camera he had long
ago installed into the wall of my room and hooked up to the internet. Anybody with a link to the live
stream would see my Daddy fingering his son’s asshole, which was still dripping wet with Daddy’s cum
from the night before.

Still dead asleep, I wouldn’t notice when Daddy parted my cheeks and shoved his huge cock into

my ass. Only when he gained momentum and pulled out all the way to the bulging tip and slammed hard
back into me would I groggily awaken, hearing the wet smacking sound of flesh against flesh and the hard
knocking of the bed frame against the wall.

He rammed into me with a huge force, causing me to grunt out, “Daddy! Yes!”
“You better want another load of Daddy’s cum, boy, cause I’m about to shoot inside your pussy.”
“Please,” I managed to say in response after having the wind knocked out of me from Daddy’s hard

fucking. I never could get used to his big dick hammering into me.

He let out a low, throaty growl as his sweet, burning hot cum coated my insides.
After pumping out the last of his huge load, he sat up and took ahold of his cock and slapped it

against the cheek of my ass. Drops of cum landed on my backside and dripped down to my legs.

“Go get ready for school,” he said as he got up to leave the room.
“I don’t have school,” I muttered out. But he didn’t hear me. He had already left.
I turned straight to the camera and, doing as I always do after encounters with Daddy, played with

my abused hole and stroked my aching erection to climax. At least someone would enjoy watching me.

That evening, Daddy was in a fouler mood than usual. He came in stumbling and stinking of alcohol.

I knew instantly he was hitting the bars again.

I reheated his dinner in the microwave and brought it to him where he sat on the couch in front of the

TV. I sat beside him, watching him poke the pasta around on his place. I didn’t dare ask him how his day
went, for fear that he would become violent.

“Can I get you something else?” I said instead.
“A beer,” he mumbled.
I took the cold plate of pasta back to the kitchen and fetched a cold beer from the fridge. His eyes

stayed glued to the TV screen as I offered him the bottle.

I sat back down next to him, waiting in anticipation for our nightly session. We had built a habit of

pre-dinner foreplay consisting of him ramming his monster cock down my open throat, followed by a
post-dinner anything-goes fucking, wherein he would take me hard over the couch, against the kitchen sink
while I wash dishes, slamming me against a random wall and taking me from behind while on the way to
the bedroom, and finally dumping his load up my horny little ass in my bedroom for the camera to see.

Just thinking about it had my cock stirring in my tighty-whities.

But after an hour of watching the news, I grew desperate for his touch. I reached over and cupped

the crotch of his pants.

And then he swatted my hand away.
“Dad? What’s wrong?” I whispered. The hurt of rejection gripped me. He couldn’t be done with

me, after what all we had been through. He couldn’t be over me.

He took a long gulp of his beer and placed the empty bottle on the side table.
“Tonight we’re going to do something different,” he said. “Go to your bedroom and wait for me.”
I was sitting on my bed when Daddy came in. He carried a package and a bundle of rope. I had a

feeling what the rope was for.

“On your stomach, now, you little cock whore,” he said.
I immediately obeyed and rubbed my throbbing erection against the sheets. Yes, Daddy , I thought,

put on a show for the camera and take me hard.

He grabbed my left arm and tied my hand tightly to the bedpost with a piece of rope. He then did the

same to my right hand. I tested the pull of the ropes and was met with no resistance. God, I was so
excited.

Rope was tied around each of my ankles, and when I experimentally moved my feet, I found that

Daddy gave me enough room to only bend my knees. Flat on my stomach or doggy-style were my only
options for positions.

Well, I might be able to be on top and ride Daddy’s cock. I debated with myself if that was feasible

with my limited movement, but then Daddy pulled my underwear down to my knees and shoved my cheeks
apart before ramming two fingers right into my puckered asshole.

I hissed when I felt a stinging pain. Daddy wasn’t using much lube, if any.
He pulled his fingers out and stuck them into my open mouth.
“Get them wet, it’s all the lube you’ll get,” his gruff voice said, echoing my dreaded thoughts.
Spit dribbled out of my mouth as Daddy retrieved his fingers and used them again to open my hole

up. I winced.

“Daddy, I need more lube, please...”
“Shut up,” he said.
I heard him spit and felt a third finger squeeze its way into my hole. I burrowed my face into the

pillow to muffle a groan.

His fingers were suddenly removed and he climbed on top of me, the heavy weight of his body

suffocating and making me totally immobile.

And then, like a dog, he mounted me.
I had barely enough lube inside for Daddy’s cock to enter. I knew he struggled to fit his whole

length up my ass. He jammed his cock in and out of me, and inch by inch he was able to fill more of that
huge dick of his up my ass.

Once he straddled my thighs and held onto my ass, he got into a fast, hard groove of fucking his son.

And I loved every second of it.

The friction of his body moving my hard cock against the bed sheets brought me so close to

cumming. But before I could, Daddy moaned out, “I’m cumming, you filthy whore, I’m cumming up your
filthy ass,” and then slickness erupted inside me.

Daddy didn’t bother pausing to catch his breath. He pulled out of my sore ass and immediately went

to untie my restrained hands and feet. Once freed, I looked at him and took in his appearance.

He was slightly out of breath, and beads of sweat framed his temples. He was also still fully

dressed in a button-down shirt and unbuckled pants that held, amazingly, a still very hard cock.

“Clean me up,” he demanded.
I’ve cleaned Daddy before and knew what was coming for me. I kneeled down in front of him on

the floor, stuck out my tongue, and licked the whole length of his cock from base to head. Salty cum and
the tangy, bitter flavor of my ass hit my taste buds, but I only swallowed, gathered up more spit, and went
back again for more of his dick. Once I licked every inch of his shaft, I took his glorious length in and
swallowed him down to my throat.

“You love sucking on Daddy’s dick, don’t you, my slutty little toy?” he said.
I hummed in agreement as I twirled my tongue over the tip.
“I bet you’ll love sucking on Daddy’s balls, too.”
I took the hint. His cock slipped out of my mouth with a pop and I instantly moved down to his ball

sack, sucking each nut into my hot mouth.

A grin grew on his face. “You wanna suck more of Daddy’s cock? My hungry cock whore can’t get

enough, huh?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I said, and opened my mouth wide, expecting a good throat fucking.
“Well, that’s too bad. Get back on the bed and open your legs wide. I wanna see that boy pussy of

yours.”

I was a little taken aback. This wasn’t our usual routine. But then again, the rope was something

completely different as well.

When I hopped on the bed, I stretched my legs out and hooked my hands under my knees to keep

myself in place. Still aware that the camera was on us and that dozens, maybe hundreds, of men were
watching and jerking their meat, I made sure the camera had a full view of my splayed body, particularly
my cum-dripping hole.

Daddy looked me over. “Grab ahold of your cheeks. Open up that slutty boy pussy.”
I bent my legs toward my chest and held my ass cheeks back. Not knowing what my hole looked

like, I clenched and unclenched, hoping to convey how hungry my ass was for Daddy’s cock.

He moved into position before me on the bed, at a slight angle so that the camera can still see the

action. When he rubbed the head of his dick against my hole, circling it tauntingly, he said, “Tell me how
much you want Daddy to fuck your ass. Beg for it.”

“I need it, Daddy, so much. I can’t wait.”
He cocked his head, as if he wasn’t satisfied with my response.
“Please,” I quickly continued, “Take me so hard and pump me with your Daddy semen.”
That grin was there again. “Daddy semen is what you’ll get, you little slut.”
His dick glided in easily with the previous load lubing me. He went all in to the hilt, pulled out fast

and, indulging in my begging, rammed back home as hard as he could up my ass.

“God, Daddy, yes! Yes!” I shouted. Each stroke hit my sensitive prostate just right. I could hardly

contain myself from screaming in ecstasy.

He looked me straight in the eyes, his face flushed and his breath labored. “Goddamn,” he groaned

out between his gritted teeth. In, out, his delicious cock slammed into me. “So good, so fucking good.” He
gripped my legs to keep balance.

“Daddy,” I said, “Fuck my pussy harder.”
He growled, actually growled, and shoved into my hole so hard and fast that I had to move my

hands back to my knees and hold my legs steady to keep them from hitting me in the face.

“God... son...” he muttered between thrusts. After one more stroke I lost it.
Suddenly, without even touching myself, I shot my load. My jizz landed all over me – dripping on

my face and chest.

My convulsing boy pussy must’ve suddenly brought him to orgasm, too, since he didn’t announce he

was cumming like he usually would. A moan escaped his lips, and then I felt the tell tale signs of his hot
Daddy cum exploding up my ass.

We were calm, quiet and, admittedly, exhausted in out post-orgasmic bliss. Daddy surprised me by

leaning over and giving me a kiss. And then he surprised me again by immediately breaking the kiss and
pulling away from me as if in disgust.

“You came!” he guffawed. “You didn’t even jack off, you just busted a nut from me fucking you!”
He bent over in a fit of laughs. I grew red, embarrassed beyond belief.
“No! I – I just...” I stammered, wanting to deny the whole thing. But I had no way to defend myself.
A tall, dark skinned man walked into my room. I noticed right away the bulging muscles that popped

from under the thin material of his v-neck shirt. He caught my eye and gave me a sly smile. Despite what
just happened, my cock gave a twitch – he was handsome. I quickly used a sheet to wipe off the mortifying
remnants, although I was pretty sure I had missed some that had shot into my hair.

“Mike,” Daddy greeted the man. “You will not believe what Jordan did. Look at him! He just came

on himself without even jacking off while I was fucking him!”

The man, Mike, laughed good-naturedly. “Then I know I’m in for a good time,” he said. They shook

hands and Daddy offered him to sit in a chair beside my bed.

I needed to change the topic of conversation. “How’d he get in here? And who is he?” I said to

Daddy.

He turned to me. “Never mind that, pet. Now, you’re gonna straddle Mike here and ride his dick. So

get on his lap.”

I eyed Mike in shock. He was unbuckling his pants, his face passive.
“Jesus, Jordan, get on him, we don’t have all day,” Daddy said.
I gulped. Daddy was serious.
As if on autopilot, my legs moved forward and I climbed onto the chair. I didn’t look at Mike.
“Other way,” Daddy interrupted. “Face me, not him.”
Shaking, I got off of the chair and did as Daddy said. I leaned back into the chair and plopped my

bare ass down onto Mike’s lap. His hard cock poked my ass crack as I placed the soles of my feet firmly
onto the arms of the chair. My legs were spread out wide and my cock, balls, and asshole were all
exposed to Daddy and the camera – exposed to the world of perverted men.

While Daddy watched me closely and stroked his dick to hardness, Mike lifted my ass a few inches

up into the air and then grasped my hips. In just an instant, he slammed me down onto his cock. I
screamed. I felt nothing but pain as the biggest cock I ever had filled my ass. It was like a soda can had
lodged inside of me.

Before I could get used to the stinging pain of my asshole being stretched to its limit, Mike lifted me

up and pulled me back down on his dick again.

I could barely concentrate on what I was blabbering about aloud – “no, no, it hurts, no, I can’t” –

was all I registered before I was filled up again with that humongous cock.

Daddy’s mouth was moving. I forced myself to stop moaning in agony in order to hear what he was

saying.

“That’s it, son, take that big ass dick.”
His goading didn’t help ease the pain. I squeezed my eyes shut and plowed through the unbearable

fucking.

Mike breathed hard into my ear, all the while muttering curses under his breath. My asshole felt

slick with liquid. I wasn’t sure if that was from Daddy’s previous loads or if Mike tore my hole up bad
enough to bleed.

The thought of possible blood, mixed with the agony of taking Mike’s dick, brought me over the

edge, and I started to cry uncontrollably. Daddy knew immediately I was weeping and he clenched his
jaw as if angry or disappointed with me. The shame and embarrassment of showing weakness made me
cry even more.

Daddy grabbed the mysterious package he had come in with, which seemed like days ago to my

distressed and tired mind, and Mike stopped moving me, keeping his huge cock still and lodged up my
sore ass. After opening the package, Daddy lifted what looked like a pill bottle from inside the parcel and
brought it to my face.

“Take a long sniff,” he said.
“What is it?” I said, skeptical of what he was doing. Was this supposed to stop me from crying and

acting like a big baby?

“Just smell it, son. Trust me.”
I only wanted him to not be mad at me, so I did as he said and took a whiff of the bottle. It had a

strong chemical smell to it, and I wondered if it was actually a cleaning solvent. What if I was just
smelling some industrial-strength bleach? The thought made me snicker.

“One more time,” Daddy said again. I did so, sniffing longer than before, and in an instant

everything changed.

My mind was foggy and I felt as if I were levitating, held down to gravity only by Mike’s dick stuck

inside of me. I giggled, then tried to see if I could escape from his grasps and float to the ceiling like an
astronaut in zero gravity.

“Keep your feet up on the armchairs, Jordan,” Daddy said.
“Okay,” I replied and moved my feet up high. Something inside of me caught my attention. It was an

intense, pleasurable feeling going through my cock and ass.

I squeezed my eyes shut and froze in place. Oh holy shit. I was afraid if I moved even an inch, my

entire body would break out into pins and needles. I really, really didn’t want that.

“Go on, Jordan. Lift yourself up, you can do it,” Daddy said.
Suddenly I felt... normal. Those intense feelings had vanished. So, I lifted myself up, testing my

movement as Mike’s cock slowly slid out of me. No pins and needles. And no unbearable pain. I let
myself fall back down onto Mike’s huge shaft.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” he moaned out, “that’s it, kid. Fuck yeah.”
Mike’s cock was starting to feel good – real good. Happy that I’ve gotten used to his size, I

willingly went up and down on Mike’s monster dick, increasing my thrusts and going as hard as I could. I
was like a maniac, jumping on his lap and riding his cock like a jockey on a race horse.

Daddy had stopped jerking himself, and he gave me a funny look as he watched the action. I hoped

he was jealous. It would be better if he were, I thought. Maybe this kinky experiment of his was a hard-
learned lesson, and from now on he’ll never again lend me out to one of his friends.

I felt so confidant in my judgment of him that I began goading Mike and coaxing him into a rougher

fucking.

“God, Mike,” I said loudly after I lifted my body up high and fell back down on his cock, “your

cock is so good, so big! The biggest I ever had! Please keep fucking me!”

Daddy’s face fell. It was so comical that I broke out into a laugh, barely managing to cover it up

with a screeching moan.

“Oh yes! Yes! God, harder! Slam your monster cock up my pussy!”
My antics had tipped Mike over the edge. He came with a throaty groan, shooting a bucketful of cum

up my ass, all of which eventually landed on his lap due to his enormous cock pushing it all out with the
hard fucking.

I squeezed my stretched-out pussy one final time, milking Mike of the last drop of his cum, and then

lifted myself off of his dick. Mike caught his breath and helped me to my feet. My legs were jello and my
asshole was a dull, throbbing pain, but otherwise I couldn’t be happier. By now, Daddy was miffed.

He turned to Mike and offered his hand. “Thanks, Mike, you can go ahead and take off.”
“Pleasure’s all mine,” Mike said, smiling. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash,

and then he slipped the money into Daddy’s opened palm. “Until next time, lover boy,” he said, giving me

a wink.

I couldn’t believe it. Mike paid money to fuck me.
I looked over to Daddy, who was nonchalantly pocketing the money, as if he just didn’t get paid to

pimp out his own son.

Daddy gave me a slight, cruel smile, which I interpreted as “who had the last laugh?”
And then I knew for certain what was going on. I didn’t even have to ask. I knew I wasn’t just a toy

for Daddy to use – I was his prostitute. His whore.

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