Zach, Wed May 8th 2013

"I think I should get a tongue piercing, Daddy," I suddenly blurt.

"That's an idea, Baby," he replies, panting. "Why don't we discuss it when you've finished sucking me, though?"

I was still stroking his monster python with my hand so I don't know why he is complaining, but I get back to bobbing back and forth around his cock, coating it with saliva, swirling my tongue around its tip, playing with the piercing on its frenulum. Daddy encourages me with small praises between his grunts.

The more I think about it, the more I like the idea. Since my operation, I have become quite useless in terms of sex. Oh, I can still jerk Daddy off or give him head, but I know he prefers to ram into a tight ass, mine especially. A tongue piercing is supposed to make my blowjobs a little bit better, so at least he would enjoy those more, and I really like the idea of a small piece of jewelry like this. True, I could do it on the ear, a nipple or an eyebrow, but the tongue is kinkier so it just suits me.

"I'm coming, Baby!" Daddy warns me before I taste his salty cream.

I've mastered the art of keeping every bit of it in my mouth. There were a few times I gagged on it and the consequences weren't pretty. But if I don't keep enough, my man won't be fully satisfied so I learned how to use my tongue to stop the jets and not choke on it while storing his juices in my mouth. All of this to let him taste his favorite substance.

Like he always does, he pulls me up as soon as I have milked his fat cock, even if he does it more softly than usual these days because I'm a broken doll, and we kiss passionately. I can never have enough of those lips and that tongue. I don't know if my short captivity makes me appreciate the simple things more, or if Daddy has gotten better since then, but it seems those moments are hotter than they were before.

I'm weak in the knees when our lips part, I don't know if it's from the kiss or the recent operation, and he has to support me to walk to the couch. I hate feeling so feeble like this! As soon as I reach it, I lay on my front, putting my head on Daddy's lap once he has taken a seat. Since we left the hospital, I've been in this position for most of the days and nights. Even during the car ride, I lasted half an hour on the passenger seat before pitifully laying down in the back.

Without the strong painkillers they gave me at the hospital, the soreness in my ass has been pretty bad. Even if I'm used to the pain, that doesn't mean I can walk without help or sit properly. The days would have been pretty boring, especially during the nights, but Daddy made sure I was armed with the latest videogames so I lazed in front of the television waiting for him... after I had completed my online classes and my homework of course... Apparently getting tortured by a lunatic doesn't give you a raincheck for school. At least it does give me an excuse to skip the workout sessions!

I don't feel like I've been traumatized by having been abducted. I may be looking a bit more over my shoulder the next time I go out – when I can finally do so! – but overall, I think I'm okay. What has been horrifying me the most is having seen Tanner actually kill the guy. I've had several nightmares about it, always jerking away each time I hear the loud bang, but Daddy has been really good at soothing me back to sleep.

Telling the whole story to the cops felt liberating. I'm glad Daddy was there to comfort me, even if I think he needed me more than I needed him in the end, that way I won't have to go through it another time with him. Since the jerk is dead, there won't be any grand jury or trial this time... speaking of which... I'm really not looking forward to testifying against Thomas.

"So!" Daddy interrupts my thoughts. "A tongue piercing! Why do you want one, Baby?"

He's right, let's talk about this, it's far more interesting.

"It's going to feel so good when I blow you, Daddy," I purr.

"No," he replies in a definitive tone.

"What do you mean no?"

What kind of man refuses bomb-ass blowjobs?

"If you are doing this only for me, then it's no, Baby," he explains.

The best kind of man apparently. I snuggle against him and try to embrace him tighter. Maybe I should blow him again, because he certainly deserves it.

"You're such a good Daddy," I reply honestly. "I've always kind of wanted a piercing to be honest. Then Thomas was against it so the idea was forgotten as you can imagine..."

"Then you can have one, Baby. It just doesn't have to be on the tongue because you want to satisfy me sexually. I assure you I have nothing to complain about."

"I had thought about the nipples initially, but I changed my mind," I explain. "The tongue is crazier and kinkier, that suits me."

"Oh, it definitely does, Baby," he chuckles. "Are you one hundred percent sure? It's not definitive in any case, and if you remove it, the hole will close by itself fairly quickly on the tongue."

"I totally am!" I reply excitedly.

"In that case, I'll make an appointment for tomorrow."

"Thank you, Daddy! You won't regret it!"

"Since there are going to be a few days where you can't properly talk, it's best to do it a bit ahead of the day you are supposed to appear on court, Baby," he comments.

Talk about ruining the mood... But he's right of course.

"Okay..."

"And since we are on that subject, I kind of forgot about it, but I was going to get a little tattoo before you popped into my life," he adds.

Tattoo? Jeez he is going to be even sexier! Unless he wants to do something dark like the giant reaper on Tanner's back.

"What kind of tattoo?" I ask, very curious.

"It was supposed to celebrate the opening of the new club. I wanted to do a blue phoenix on a shoulder, to celebrate that achievement."

"You should totally do it!" I answer. "It's going to be so sexy!"

This is getting me all flustered and hyper. Well... more than usual at least.

"Of course, now I have something else to celebrate now, something far more important," he adds, gently stroking my hair. "I'm so proud of the way you have healed since January, and I'd like to think I helped a bit."

I barely manage to restrain my groan as I get on my knees and straddle his lap. If he is going to go all cheesy and sentimental on me, I better be ready for the hot kisses!

"I thought I was incapable of properly caring for someone," he continues, "and realizing it wasn't the case... seeing how you have bloomed into this perfect crazy young man... it's a greater victory than just opening a nightclub."

He is so cute with his eyes watering a bit. Not that mine are any different of course.

"And this is all thanks to you, Daddy" I reply before I peck his lips. "Now if this is to be a symbol of that victory, a mere shoulder won't do. You should do it here," I say as I draw a circle on his left pectoral with two fingers, feeling his heartbeat.

"I love you so much, Baby!" he answers before he ravishes me too.

And I you! I think to myself as he doesn't let me respond, too busy exploring every corner of my mouth with his tongue. Again, it feels I'm going to collapse if I let go, so I desperately cling to him for support. This kiss lasts forever, neither of us doing anything to stop it. I wouldn't mind spending the rest of my life kissing like this.

* * *

The next day at 3pm we are in the parlor Daddy selected for both our procedures. Of course, he wouldn't go just anywhere, since it had to be perfectly clean and sanitized, and he wants professionals for this job. In the end, the place he selected is run by a Dom and a Sub of the club, which helped us get an appointment so soon. The ride there was a pain in my ass, quite literally, so I lay down on a bench once we arrive. Daddy spends a bit of time explaining what he wants and talking about the color of the ink with the Sub, Cal, while his Dom, Adam, takes care of another customer.

I haven't seen much of Cal in the Subs' room because he always prepares with his Master. Since he's a bit older than the average Submissive prepping there, at nearly forty, I can understand if he's more comfortable there than with the bratty younglings. He is the tattoo artist of this parlor, and exercised his talent on his Dom. From what I saw at the club, his arms, front and back are covered with colorful and beautiful drawings.

Adam is specialized in piercings, and he too, has practiced on his Sub. I can see several on his ears, a barbell and a ring on his tongue, two small balls at the corners of his mouth. Both his nipples are pierced and I saw his cock once during a scene... Boy! Putting all the rings there under his length must have hurt!

I watch a bit mesmerized when Daddy pulls up his shirt and lays down on the big medical chair. Cal begins to work on him. He barely flinches when the needle begins to touch his pectoral. I designed the phoenix myself, and since it's not going to be a very big tattoo, it'll be fully done today.

"So Zach! I hear you want a tongue piercing!" Adam interrupts my staring.

"Yup!" I reply, popping the p, which makes the older Dom chuckle.

"Your Daddy tells me that you have thought this through and that you talked about it together, so I won't go over the details. It shouldn't hurt too much but be prepared to have a swollen tongue, to eat liquids only and talk funnily for a few days," he explains.

"Honestly, any pain in another place other than my butt would be a distraction right now..."

"Let's do this then! It's fairly quick so you will have to wait for your Daddy afterward."

"Wait! Don't I get to choose the piercing I want?" I ask.

"Not yet! For the first two weeks, you will have a longer barbell. Since your tongue will swell, it could trap smaller piercings inside, and you would need some surgery. Once your tongue is back to normal, we'll switch to the piercing you want."

"Okay then, what do I have to do?"

He shows me some pictures and asks me to point to him exactly where I'd like to be pierced. I want it on the middle of my tongue, but I rely on his advice as to how deep it should be. Then he makes me sit on another medical chair and stick my tongue out. He catches the part he will pierce with a clamp before sticking a large needle through my tongue.

It actually looks scarier than it feels, since I just register a sharp sting that doesn't really last, a bit like when you bite your tongue by mistake. Then he puts a barbell in it and we are done. I can't believe it only took two minutes!

"So, the swelling should start tonight and last for no more than five days," he explains afterward. "If it does, come back to see me, but your Daddy knows that. To ease that, I recommend letting ice cubes melt on your tongue. As I said before, no solid food for those five days. You will have to do a mouthwash every morning and evening after brushing your teeth to prevent any infection. Don't do more than those two because you might kill bacteria in your mouth that are actually helping."

"Then," he keeps on. "Absolutely no French-kissing or oral sex for four weeks. Six would be even better."

"Wait, what?" I exclaim.

This was not part of the deal. I already can't satisfy all of Daddy's needs because of my operation, now I won't be able to pleasure him at all! And no kissing! This was the best part of our days!

"You didn't tell him?" Adam asks, cocking an eyebrow at Aiden.

"He wouldn't have done it if I did," Daddy chuckles. He fucking chuckles!

"I would have waited until my butt was healed, you big jerk!" I reply, tears pooling in my eyes.

How can he not understand that I feel completely useless now...

"Baby, come here," he orders, patting his side that isn't occupied by Cal.

I comply with a pout, trying to stop crying. Why am I so emotional?

"I absolutely don't mind," he whispers, sometimes wincing from the pain. "I love to have crazy wild sex with you, but more than that, I love you. You really wanted this, so why wait? We'll make up for all of this in a month."

Why does he have to be so adorable when I'm mad at him? He ruffles my hair and wipes my tears away before pecking my forehead. I spend the rest of the time Cal works on him like this, my face nuzzled into his side, while he gently caresses my hair.

* * *

As Adam had promised me, I can barely talk the next day, and my swollen tongue stings a bit. Though by following his advice and letting ice cubes melt in my mouth, the pain is completely manageable. It's also starting to get better down there, which is a much appreciated relief. The only bad thing is that I'm getting bored again.

Daddy has to work again, my online classes keep me busy during the days, and the huge collection of videogames Daddy got me certainly distracts me at nights, but I miss the club and my friends there. I also miss having sex already, when it's been barely twenty-four hours, and I know that however hot they may be, hand jobs in the shower won't be enough for Daddy. Which is why I decide to make the club come to me.

Well not the whole club, just one Sub: Joe. I texted him during the day and he accepted to keep me company during the night and everything associated with it. We have a lot of fun playing videogames even if he teased me a lot for the fact I wasn't able to talk properly. Then we go prepare and wait kneeling in the playroom around midnight, which is the time Daddy is supposed to come home. I admit I cheated and waited laying on my front on the floor until I heard him arrive in the loft, but I'm recovering from surgery... sue me!

"I'm home, Baby!" he calls from the entrance, before he stops in front of the playroom, since it's the only room where the light is on. "Well, well, well!" he adds. "What do we have here?" he asks in a playful tone.

I was so right to bring my friend over since I can tell Daddy likes his surprise. Joe and I are already pretty excited, facing the door in the kneeling display position, so he can't miss our leaking cocks.

"Now I see why you missed the club on a Friday night for the first time, Joe," he chuckles. "Stay exactly like this, I will just take a quick shower then we will play."

Even if I know this won't be an intense scene for me, since the only thing they will be able to play with as far as I'm concerned is my cock, I'm still shivering with anticipation. I know Daddy will find a way to make this hot as hell. Only hearing his footsteps coming back has me dripping some precum. I see his hairy and muscular legs enter through the door and stop right in front of us.

"You can look up," he states, and I let my eyes wander up his gorgeous body.

His anaconda is fully erect, staring us in the face, and his hair is still dripping. But it's not only that, the tattoo and the dog tags hanging around his neck are two symbols of his love for me. He is the sexiest man ever, and he is mine.

"As Zach probably explained to you," Daddy tells Joe, "I can't play with his mouth or his butthole for the next month. Now he thinks that makes him incapable of having good sex or properly pleasuring others, so we will have to prove him wrong, won't we?"

"Yes, Master Aiden!" Joe replies with determination.

"Good boy!" Daddy praises him before ruffling his hair. "Now open, Pet! Just take the tip in your mouth, work your tongue around it... Yes like that!... Baby, stroke me," he orders, locking eyes with me. There is so much lust in them I can't help the small whimper that escapes my lips.

I spit on my hand before wrapping it around his shaft, and begin to move back on forth. Boy how does that man always get the kinkiest ideas? This whole thing is so hot.

"Tighten your grip, Baby!" he commands, and I comply, squeezing him more. "Now don't move, both of you!"

He begins to thrust in and out of Joe's mouth and my hand, fucking whatever it is we are making.

"So good!" he purrs. "You both feel so good!"

I look deep into his eyes to check if he is making this up to comfort me or is really enjoying himself, and I'm surprised to see him drowned in his lust. Does this really compare to fucking me? He seems to think so in any case.

"I'm gonna come!" he warns. "Joe swallow everything!"

Now that's surprising. I know my Daddy and he is not one to let a free load of cum get away from him if he can prevent it. Why doesn't he want to share his release in a kiss as usual?

I don't have time to answer that question before he reaches his climax, grunting like a wild bear, then Daddy makes us move toward the bench, where he ties up Joe.

"Did you see how good you made me feel, Baby?" he asks. "Now it's time to make you feel good," he adds, closing a cock ring at the base of my shaft. "Go fuck Joe's face."

I have too many bad memories with deep-throating to go past my friend's gag reflex, so I don't push into his mouth too deeply. Daddy has started rimming the Sub who moans around my shaft, sending tickles of pleasure in my groin. I feel an orgasm build in my balls before Daddy has even finished preparing Joe.

The next half an hour or so is a blissful torture. Daddy savagely fucks Joe while I gently thrust in and out of his mouth. I'd have come if I could, but the stupid thing at the base of my dick is blocking my climax. I begin to plead with Daddy to let me reach my release, but he makes me wait until he is almost at his peak before allowing me to remove the annoying ring.

While I'm lost in a deep and violent orgasm that would have made me collapse on the floor if I hadn't been holding myself on the bench, Joe is releasing all over the floor, with Daddy stroking his cock and apparently filling his condom deep inside the Sub's ass, if his groans are any indication.

When we all get down from our high, Daddy provides the sweetest aftercare to the both of us, before he settles Joe in our guest room – the one I used to live in before. The Sub is in no state to go back to his place, and it'll be fun to have him around tomorrow morning.

"Why didn't you kiss him after the blow-hand-job?" I ask as we are doing our evening routine.

It comes out more ridiculously but Daddy understands all the same.

"If I can't kiss you, I won't kiss any other Sub," he replies, making feel weak in the knees once again.

I don't know what I did to deserve this man, but he is just the best. Since I can't kiss him senseless, I just hug him as tight as I can. I will never let him go, I swear to myself.

Published on Mar 15th 2018

Those two are still too cute and corny for their own good. ^^ Daddy will have to do his best to support his Baby in the next chapter with the upcoming trial. See you on Monday for this and have a great weekend!