Zach, Fri Jan 11th 2015

I'm letting my body go along with the music that is blasting throughout the huge dancefloor. This club is just great, Daddy sure knows his shit!

I've been here the past three nights, mostly dancing like a madman. I can't believe I let Thomas talk me out of going to a discotheque for all these years, I just love it so much! Whatever I end up doing in the next weeks, I promise myself I will be there every night – as long as the club is open. Daddy works late in any case and I have free entrance.

I still can't believe he accepted to be my Daddy! The old Zach would never have gathered the courage to ask him, but the new Zach isn't afraid of anything! I would have been disappointed if he had said no, but it's not as if he'd have kicked me out! Now I've got exactly what I wanted: the only person I trust is watching over me, so I can be the crazy teenager I never got to be. Being an adult sucks, and I sucked at it anyway. I don't want to be mature anymore!

He didn't scare me one bit with his talk about punishments. If I want some kind of fatherly figure, it's part of the whole package deal! I will have to make sure to piss him off a bit, just for fun, to see if he was all talk. I don't want him to think I can't handle whatever he is going to throw at me just because I have been in an abusive relationship. Okay, I admit I am a bit scared, but I'm sure that whatever he does to me, even if it's physical, won't remotely compare to what Thomas did on his worst days.

He seems to be the coolest Daddy ever in any case, giving me free access to the club, not even bothered I intend to have sex with as many different guys as I want, as long as I stay safe. Quite different from my real old man... I'm sure that with his help I'll be able to rebuild my life, even if deep down I am terrified.

Oh, during the last three days, I have perfectly maintained my crazy facade, but it doesn't prevent me from doubting myself every single minute of the day. I usually try to swipe the bad thoughts away by reminding myself they belong to the old Zach, not the new one, but it doesn't always work.

Like that first night at the club. I was utterly convinced no one would find me attractive. Of course I didn't show it because the new Zach is sexy as fuck, and I just danced like I owned the place. I know the owner so it's close enough in any case.

Believe it or not, no less than twenty guys hit on me that night! That sure was an ego booster. As much as I would have liked the more muscular specimen that showed an interest, I finally settled with a cute little twink. I knew the alpha men would have wanted a piece of my ass, and my back entrance was closed for refurbishing, so I chose a guy who looked less threatening.

When we walked into the naughty part of the club hand in hand, I was so scared! But the new Zach doesn't fear something like this, I repeated in my head over and over. The area is divided in two, one big room where people had sex practically everywhere and another one a maze of little rooms for those who want a bit more intimacy. We had walked into the first one, and let me tell you it was as scary as it was arousing!

"Do you mind if we go somewhere more private?" my twink of the night asked with a shaky voice.

The fact that he was even more terrified than I was – not that I was showing anything – comforted me and I guided him into the maze. You don't really want to go there alone, as there are creepy guys wandering the place like sharks. I was kind of relieved to find an empty room soon and I pinned my little conquest on the wall to kiss him senseless as soon as we were inside. It was a simple kiss, neither of us were really fighting for dominance, just moving our tongues along each other, but it was sweet.

That seemed to reassure my little twink, and I passed his tee-shirt over his head to enjoy his cute chest. I spent a lot of time teasing his nipples before I slowly made my way down, pecking his abs and his happy trail. It didn't take me long to have his jeans down to his ankles, and after kissing the bulge in his cute boxer briefs a bit, I pulled them down as well and began to suck on him. He wasn't really big, so I had no problem taking almost all of him in my mouth.

The old Zach was horrified I would cheat on Thomas like this, and a huge wave of guilt washed over me. The new Zach appreciated to be able to go at his own pace for once, not being pushed and not gagging.

The guy I was giving head to was completely oblivious of my inner fight, moaning loudly, and coming in my mouth after barely five minutes of my bobbing – after giving me the courtesy of a warning. The same inner fight occurred while he was returning the favor, and I had to really focus to finally reach my climax. Even if it wasn't a great one, it had been such a long time since someone really wanted to please me that it felt wonderful.

I may or may not have used few chosen mind pictures of my Daddy in boxer briefs to help, he is after all a gorgeous man. But nothing sexual can ever happen between us, so it will stay as a fantasy. As I said to the cute twink as we went out of the backrooms when he asked for my number, I only do one-night stands now. Sleeping with Daddy would be disastrous if I don't want to fall in love again. On top of this, he is into kinky stuff and I don't want to have anything to do with that BDSM shit ever again.

Anyway, I went home after this little naughty moment and called it a night. Yesterday night was quieter, I didn't want to do anything in particular. Tonight though, is going to be different! I have decided to screw my doctor's advice and find someone to... well screw me basically! The twink was a nice experiment to get back into the game, but I'm more into big muscular guys that will pound into me until tomorrow morning. And I've got my eyes on someone exactly like that!

Allow me to present to you tonight's target! He is tall and bulky – his arms must be the size of my calves – with very short brown hair and big brown eyes. With just a pair of fitted jeans and a black tee-shirt that hugs his body perfectly, he is very yummy to look at. I'm thinking he is some kind of military, but there is also a gentleness in the way he moves that made me choose him: I do want a rough pounding but with a nice preparation before, and I think he is exactly the one who will deliver that.

Whatever, he will never be interested...

Yeah my brain is always so nice to me, that's why I decided to stop listening to it completely. It takes a lot of inner-convincing before I dare dance seductively in the direction of this man. I quickly catch his eyes, fortunately, so that shuts up the part of me that is so quickly prompted to self-loathing. Very soon I am rubbing my ass against his crotch and I can feel he is definitely interested.

See, meanie me?

He places one of his hands on my chest and begin to wander all over my torso, lightly pinching my nipples.

"Do you want to take this in the back?" he asks in a very husky voice after a bit more teasing.

"Fuck, yeah!" I exclaim, making him chuckle.

He leads me toward the backroom area, directly into the maze of rooms – apparently he is not an exhibitionist – until we reach one of the little rooms. As soon as we enter he pins me against the wall, holding both my hands on top of my head with one of his, the other one kneading my buttocks. The kiss he takes has nothing in common with the one from the twink two days ago. He completely dominates my mouth but without any roughness. This is definitely the kind of man I need tonight!

"You will have to be a bit gentle with me," I say, trying to catch my breath, when he lets go of my mouth. "It's been a long time."

"I will if you are nice with me," he answers with his sexy voice.

Oh, I can be nice! I drop to my knees and begin to unbuckle his belt.

"Not like this," he interrupts me, pushing below my chin to make me stand up. "I want you to put a little show for me while you strip down," he says.

I can totally do that too!

He sits on the wall bench while I move my hip seductively giving him a very good view of my butt. I have barely removed my tee-shirt, that I see my man of the night palm himself through his pants. Once I have kicked off my pants, he has opened his and is openly jerking off. That's so hot! He is kind of big, but nothing I haven't seen before.

"Are you clean?" he asks as soon as I have removed my boxer briefs.

"I showered and cleaned myself before coming here," I reply.

"No, I mean are you HIV-negative?"

"Condom is a must, big boy!" I answer.

Daddy will have my ass otherwise.

"Ugh, fine!" he just says. "Show me your little hole then!"

I immediately comply, using my hands to part my buttocks and bending in front of him. I feel his hot breath before his tongue licks my back entrance. Soon after he is properly rimming me and I moan loudly. Gosh, it feels so good! The last time was during that threesome with the stranger and I love it as much as that night. Once he stops, his tongue is almost immediately replaced by a finger he lubed – I hadn't noticed the other day, but there are actually lube dispensers in these tiny rooms.

He takes a long time playing with just one finger before adding a second one, gently scissoring inside me. It has been a while since someone was so careful with me and it feels so damn good! He also finds my prostate fairly quickly and make a special effort to brush against that sweet spot as many times as he can, which leaves me moaning and begging incoherently. When he adds a third finger, I literally see stars and almost come by anticipation.

There is no inner fight this time, no but you're cheating on Thomas! at the back of my mind. The man I have chosen for tonight clearly knows what he is doing and this is incomparably better than any kind of preparation my ex ever did. I whimper when he removes his fingers and leaves me completely empty, but fortunately he doesn't leave me in this state for too long, just taking the time to kick his pants out of the way and put on a condom with some more lube before entering me again.

Oh boy had I missed this! The sensation of fullness, the waves of electricity when he hits my prostate, even the little sting in the ring of muscles at my entrance. He pushes inside me excruciatingly slowly and waits for me to have adjusted to his shaft before moving. Even then, he thrusts way too gently for my taste.

"Harder, please!" I tell him.

"Are you sure boy?" he asks softly.

"Yeah," I reply, panting. "I just... wanted... you to prep... me gently. Oh Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!"

As soon as I agreed, he started to slam inside me way more roughly, making me see stars. Now that he is properly pistoning into me, grunting like a bear, I am on cloud nine. This exactly what I wanted and more. I use one of my hands to hold me to the nearest wall, while the other strokes my member at the same pace as he pushes inside me. With all this stimulation, it doesn't take long before I reach my climax.

"Fuck! I'm coming!" I warn him just before I begin to spill endless spurts of cum.

My ass clenches with each wave of pure bliss that goes through my body, which seems to do the trick and drive my man of the night over the edge as I hear him cuss loudly.

"That was great, boy!" he tells me after he caught his breath.

He removes the condom and throws it in a bin then dresses back up before leaving the room. This was perfect! No names exchanged, no tomorrow. Just rough fucking with the right amount of preparation. It takes me a while to come down from my high, and I wince when I move to dress. Perhaps I should have listened to the Doc's advice after all! Well, it won't be the first time I'm sore down there. Having gotten what I wanted, I call it a night and head back to the loft, hoping Daddy will already be there.

The short walk there is a bit painful with my sore butt, even if I've seen worse. The place is empty when I arrive, but I just have time to sit in one of the couches to ease a bit of the sting that I hear the door opening and Daddy comes in.

"Did you have a good evening, Baby?" he asks with a brisk tone.

Uh oh, it looks like someone is not in the best mood. I wonder what could have happened at his work to piss him off. Did he not use one of his sex slaves to release some tension?

"Yeah, it was nice, Daddy!"

Way more than nice, but I won't tell him the best parts since I wasn't supposed to go all the way so soon.

"Is that all? No sex this time?" he asks casually.

What's with the Spanish Inquisition?

"Nope!" I reply, popping the p. "Wasn't in the mood tonight!" I lie smoothly.

"Oh I see! So I guess it was your identical twin that got a good pounding in one of the rooms at the back of the blue Phoenix."

What the fuck! How does he know that?

"There are cameras everywhere in the club," he says, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Are you spying on me?" I accuse him.

"No, I just told the security guys to keep an eye on you. You asked me to watch over you, Baby, and that's what I'm doing."

Wait! He has employees that watch the whole planet have sex in his club? He really is a kinky man!

"By invading my privacy?" I reply in a high-pitch voice, almost strangling myself.

"Yes," he simply states. "Too bad if you have a problem with that!"

He walks toward me and as he gets closer, his presence suddenly becomes more intimidating and authoritative.

"Now explain why you lied to me!" he orders.

Shit, he's scary when he's angry! He hasn't raised his voice, but it's still reverberating with anger and booming in the loft in a very impressive way. His eyes throw thunder at me. All in all, he looks like an angry God. A very sexy angry God. I don't know if I should be afraid or horny right now.

"I just... didn't want... to upset you..." I stutter in a very small voice.

I have to make a real effort not to cry.

Of course it didn't take you long to disappoint him! Now he is going to get rid of you! Or worse, he'll begin to beat you up, like Thomas did!

"Does it look like it worked?" he asks with a deep tone.

His face is very close to mine now. I don't know if it would have been better if he just yelled at me, but his cold anger is harder to bear.

"No?" I try.

"I was almost ready to let your mistake pass," he explains to me, "but if there is one thing that I don't tolerate, it's dishonesty. You. Don't. Lie. To. Daddy!" he hammers, his eyes locked with mine.

"I'm sorry, Daddy!" I whimper.

"Oh you will be, I assure you! You have been a very bad boy, Baby. And what happens to bad boys?"

"They get punished?"

Of course I know that's the right answer, but I'm terrified of what he is going to do. The last time I was disciplined didn't end up well for me. Stop that train of thought! This is Daddy, not Thomas!

"They do," he says in the same distant tone. "You're grounded. No club for you tomorrow and Sunday night."

I don't even try to protest, even if that's something the new Zach would totally do. He just looks so scary!

"Do you understand?" he asks.

"Yes, Daddy!" I sob.

Shit, I'm starting to cry!

"Crying won't help you now, Baby" he tells me sternly. "Take your punishment like a good boy, and I'll forgive you," he adds a bit more warmly.

I can do that, I think.

"Now you'll spend the next half hour in the corner there," he says pointing at the end of the main room.

I don't even try to disobey and scurry there as fast as I can.

"On your knees!" he adds, putting a small pillow on the floor for me.

I can't do anything but comply when he uses this voice and I immediately drop to the floor.

This eagerness only lasts for a few minutes though. This is so annoying! True I did something wrong and I deserve some kind of punishment, but staying in a corner like a kid is just plainly ridiculous. On my knees on top of this! Even if he put something to make me feel comfortable, this reminds me of Thomas who always wanted me kneeling in the last month, and that pisses me off even more. The new Zach had sworn he would never do something like this ever again.

But do I dare disobey? Isn't he going to get even angrier? What if he throws me away or gets violent?

At the same time, as much as I do trust him, wouldn't it be better to know now if he is going to do either of those things now? With Thomas things happened gradually and I let myself be fooled, so perhaps it would be better to have him unleash his worse now. That way I'll know for sure if he is the right anchor for me or not.

The old Zach is wetting himself in some part of my mind as the new Zach takes control and stands up. Daddy won't know what hit him.

"What do you think you are doing?" Daddy growls.

"This is bullshit!" I exclaim defiantly.

Wow! The way his eyes throw thunder at me is impressive.

"Kneel back in your corner immediately," he orders.

Again, I don't quite know how to react since I feel so many things at once. Part of me wants to curl up in the fucking corner, another one is getting aroused to no end and the last wants to keep testing Daddy's limits. In the end, that's the one who wins.

"Or what?" I smirk.

"Do you remember that you agreed when I said I would discipline you if you misbehaved," he asks in his precise and intense tone.

"Yes, Daddy, I remember," I answer. "But I didn't think you'd use such lame punishments, like an old, uptight teacher."

Oh boy, the way his eyes burn into mine when I talk back is hot and scary at the same time. He rushes toward me and pins me against the wall. Shit! I pissed him off and he is going to hit me! I hate how I cower immediately, bracing myself for the first blow.

"Remember it's all for play, Baby," he whispers softly.

When I hear this, I dare open my eyes and look at him. Is he freaking bipolar? There is only concern in his eyes.

"You need a safeword to warn me if you reach your limit," he says. "You remember our discussion about safewords?"

Of course I remember the first time I saw him. And I had paid close attention to what he explained even if I didn't let it show. The memory of him holding his card in front of my face flashes in my mind.

This, is your safeword.

"Yes, my safeword is phone number," I answer.

From the way his eyes suddenly show a bit of sadness and concern, I can tell he remembers the scene as well. This only lasts for a second before his face regains his mask of scold and seriousness. At this point though, I can tell he is not that angry and just forces the appearance of such an emotion to have more of an effect on me.

"Now are you going to be a good boy and kneel in the corner like you're supposed to?" he asks.

His voice is back to a distant tone that sends shivers down my spine. He doesn't need to yell, the way he articulates each word makes it all the more intense. Part of me could whimper but this is all for play like he said, and I want to play more.

"Make me!" I defy him.

"You, are going to regret those words," he threatens me.

I don't really understand how I find myself laying down his lap on the couch five seconds later since it happens so fast. My pants go down, but my underwear stays, and I barely have time to breathe before I feel the sharp sting of a blow on my ass. Shit, he isn't kidding around! I let out a small yelp as he counts one.

The second smack is on my other buttock and equally painful. But it's at the third one that things really get more complicated. He hits at the same place as the first one, and a bit stronger, so it's much more painful. Still, I have a high tolerance to pain, and my boxer briefs act a bit as a shield, so what bothers me the most is to be in such a humiliating position.

Strangely enough, though, at no point during his discipline do I think of Thomas beating me, or carrying out one of his sicker punishments. This is completely different, because I know it's not delivered because of a fit of anger.

Remember it's all for play, Baby, I can almost hear him say.

Once again, I don't know if I should cry out of shame or just get an erection. Even my lizard is trying to decide what it should do, only getting half-hard.

"That should be enough to teach you not to talk back to me, Baby," Daddy tells me after counting the fifteenth blow.

That last one landed between my buttocks, and was the strongest one. I let out a big sigh now that my punishment is over. He puts my pants back on, and makes me sit on his lap. His expression is still severe, exactly like a Daddy would look at an unruly child he just punished, and I love it.

"Now do you need more or are you going to respect your corner time, Baby?" he asks.

"Can I at least stand and not kneel, please?" I try.

"Okay..." he sighs. "But we're going back from the beginning and I better not hear you for the next thirty minutes."

It's still as dumb and annoying as before, but I make an effort to obey this time. Trying to count the seconds doesn't make the time go any faster, and I'm really chomping at the bit when he finally tells me I served my time.

"I ran you a warm bath, Baby," Daddy says gently as he ruffles my hair. "The warm water will ease the sting," he explains when he comes back, "and it will also help if you're sore from earlier..."

He helps me to the bathroom, but leaves me there alone. It's true that going into the tub is blissful so I relax and enjoy it for the next half hour. When I get out, I carefully dry my butt and just put on a pair of sweatpants Daddy left for me. I head back to the living room and join Daddy on the couch, on all fours since I don't want to rub my tender ass on the leather.

"You might still feel this for an hour or so," he warns, "but that's the point of the punishment."

"I understand, Daddy," I reply.

It's really not that bad, especially since I've seen far worse.

"What's the lesson you learned tonight, Baby?" he asks with a warm voice.

"That I should never lie to my Daddy," I answer. "Even if I made a mistake."

"Exactly, baby. I'll always go harder on you if you don't come clean!"

"I understand, now... I'm sorry, Daddy!"

"Shhhh, it's okay, Baby," he replies, pulling me in a nice hug. "You are forgiven now. Still, no club in the next two days, but I'm not pretend mad at you anymore." I snuggle a bit against him, enjoying his comfort for a bit. "Are you not too sore?" he asks after a while, and I know he is not talking of the side effect of the spanking. "They told me you took quite a pounding."

"Nothing I can't handle," I reassure him. "I should have waited a bit more, like the doc said, but it's not too bad."

"He wasn't too rough with you?"

"No, he was very gentle at the beginning."

I've never been uncomfortable talking about my sex life, and this is Daddy, so there is even less embarrassment.

"He only went harder when I asked him to," I continue.

"Good! But you were a bit lucky! Most guys just think they can go at it as violently as they can without proper preparation... You know that if you want properly trained alpha males that won't hurt you, there are plenty of them in the other side of the club!" he adds after a small pause.

That makes me tense. I have had one glimpse of BDSM and this all I want to know about it.

"No, I'm not into that," I reply a bit briskly.

"Okay... Just so you know... Whatever that asshole did to you, it wasn't even remotely close to what BDSM really is, so don't get too biased against the lifestyle."

"Can we drop the subject?" I ask, annoyed.

I don't want to talk about Thomas or this shit right now.

"For now," he agrees.

We cuddle a bit more before each going to our own bed. I'm glad I sleep on my front because my ass is too sore right now.

I drift off, thinking how lucky I am to have such a good Daddy. Not once did he judge me or call me bad names. He carried through with the punishment he thought I deserved, nothing more. The fact that I know he is watching over me gives me a feeling of contentment that makes me smile goofily as I fall asleep.

Published on November 15th 2017

So this was Zach's first punishment. The first one in a very, very long series XD. Next update on Friday, see you then ;-).