Palimpsests » Danny's a Naughty Boy
Danny and his friends were sitting in the living room playing a game.
“I wiped your ass!” Danny shouted.
His friends laughed.
Steve called out, “Don’t worry you’ll get yours, asshole!”
Danny laughed and echoed his friend, “Oooh, come get me fucker!”
He suddenly felt a hand clamp down on his shoulder.
“Daniel! What on earth are you doing, young man?”
His father's face hovered inches from his, and his eyes were burning with rage. The twelve-year-old boy looked up at his father and felt himself cower.
“Oh, Dad, I'm just hanging out with my friends.”
“Oooh, Danny's daddy isn't happy!” laughed Greg.
“Danny-boy's in big trouble now!” mocked Steve.
Danny felt himself cringe as he tried to put on a calm face.
“Get your ass to your room, Daniel. I won't have you acting so disrespectfully to me!”
His father was apparently expecting to be obeyed, and promptly.
“No!” Danny pulled himself from his father's grasp.”
“Oooh,” chorused the other boys laughing.
Without hesitation, his father took hold of Danny's ear.
“Have it your way then, young man.”
Danny’s father swiftly marched his short, slim son over to a bench. Before Danny could react, his father was sitting on the bench and pulling him down over his lap. The next thing Danny knew, he was over his powerful father’s lap, and his father’s knee was pressing his bottom up into the air. Then, he heard and felt a solid THWACK to his jean-covered ass and then another and another.
He felt his face turning red and hot as he heard his friends laughing. He could also hear his father's voice.
“I won't abide a son who doesn’t respect me. This kind of behavior will not be tolerated. If you act like a spoiled child, I can certainly treat you like one!”
Danny twisted and tried to pull himself free, but then felt his jeans yanked down to his knees. Suddenly, everyone could see his underwear, and a new crescendo of laughter burst out. Danny realized to his horror that he was showing a pair of frilly, pink silk panties to his friends that his father had made him wear that morning for being a sissy.
“What is this, Daniel? Wearing panties again? Oh, little sissy boy, we are going to have a very, very long talk with the belt!”
And suddenly, Danny was pushed to his feet, his jeans still down around his knees, and his father's hand holding his as if he were a little boy his father swiftly walked him to the stairs.
“Goodbye, boys,” Danny’s father called out to his son’s friends.
“Goodbye, Danielle!” called Steve, laughing uproariously. “We'll be sure to see you at school tomorrow!”
Danny’s father marched his panty-clad son up the stairs. Danny's thoughts and feelings were so jumbled that he couldn't think. He just knew he'd been humiliated beyond belief, and that things were likely to get worse before they got better. Danny walked along with his father on autopilot and mutely walked up the stairs. They were halfway down the hallway before he could work out what was happening. His father had spanked him in front of his friends, pulled down his jeans, and everyone had seen that he was wearing panties! His friends were going to make sure everyone at Central Middle School knew about that the next day and his last few weeks at the school were going to be torture. Plus, hadn't his father said something about a belt? Danny squirmed uncomfortably and looked up at his father.
“Ok, right, the joke's over, right? I'm sorry I was disrespectful, but you've embarrassed me more than enough—” he began.
“Shut up, Daniel,” his father's voice was cold as ice. “I am very disappointed in you, and we are a long way from dealing with this behavior. You’re going to your room to do some thinking. Then, we are going to have a very long talk about your obnoxious behavior.”
“I'm too old for this kind of thing, Dad, and —”
“I do believe that you should call me Daddy when I am disciplining you, Daniel,” his father interrupted smoothly, “unless you want to be in even more trouble than you already are.”
Somehow that cold, strict voice made Danny feel very small and that obeying was his best bet. He nodded numbly and mumbled, “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy, straight to your room, Daniel, and stand in the corner. I will be in shortly, and if you aren't in the corner, you will be very sorry.”
Without a word, Danny stumbled into his room, where he stood in the corner and his jeans still around his knees.
Danny heard his father's footsteps as he approached his room.
His father's voice was completely aghast, and at that moment Danny realized that he'd begun at some point to fondle himself through his pink panties. He dropped his hands to his sides and felt his face inflame with embarrassment.
“You disgusting little pervert! What on earth is the matter with you? You sick little bastard!”
His father scolded furiously, but inside he was laughing. How had he gotten so lucky to have such a sissy son to control and use and train? Oh, what fun and joy. Oh, the humiliations he could exert on the boy.
“Daniel, you are a little sissy-boy. Do you hear me? What are you?”
Daniel shivered, feeling himself grow even harder and panted out, “A little sissy boy. I'm a little sissy boy, Father.”
Danny’s father brought his hand crashing down on the boy's cheek.
“I told you that when I am disciplining you, you are to call me Daddy. Obviously, that is too hard to remember, so we'll make it simpler. You will call me Daddy at all times.”
Danny nodded as his hand soothed his slapped cheek. It was a complete and total humiliation, but he did not yet realize that his father was humiliating him intentionally and getting completely turned on in the process.
Danny’s father took hold of the boy's hard cock through his panties. “And what is this?”
“It's my prick, Daddy,” Danny whispered acutely embarrassed and willing himself not to cum from his father’s touch.
“Oh, I don't think so. Boys don't wear panties. You must be a little sissy. What was it Steve called you? Danielle? Yes. And Danielle, sissies don't have pricks. They have clittys. So what is this?”
Danny’s father cock was rigid and dripping with the control he was wielding over his son.
“It's...it's my…um...clitty...Daddy.” Danny whispered more humiliated than ever.
Desperately, he wanted to rebel, to stop this sick game, but equally urgently, he wanted his father to touch him, rub him, lick him, suck him, to bring him to orgasm, and he would endure any humiliation for that chance.
“I don't know what I have been thinking, or how I have been raising you, boy, but it stops now. You’re a disrespectful, mouthy, obnoxious jackass. I will accept no excuses. You’ve been a very bad son, and it's your fault that you need so much correction this late in the game. You will have to be punished, Danny.”
Danny looked at his father with alarm. He was still getting used to his father’s punishments when he did something wrong, and he had not anticipated that his unruly behavior would get him in so trouble, but the look in his father’s eyes allowed no excuses or argument.
“Danny, you were insolent, so first, let's do this...”
Danny’s father swiftly shoved a penis gag in his son's mouth that he had been soaking in a very hot pepper sauce. He secured the gag while Danny began to tear. His nose ran, and he pulled desperately at the gag with his hands. Danny’s father slapped his hands and restrained him by covering his hands with fingerless mittens.
“Strip, Danny. You have no sense of how to be obedient and respectful. How did I raise such a sissy-boy? Bring me the belt, Danny. You have really messed up, and you will be punished. Bend over the bed, Danny, and spread your legs.”
Danny’s father nodded in approval as his small, twelve-year-old son bent over the bed. Without a single word, the four foot, fifty-pound boy lay bent over the bed and spread his legs. His father took the thick leather belt and began to beat his son’s bare butt with it.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The belt landed on Danny's backside, then lower, wrapping around his thighs.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The stoic boy jumped and whimpered, and at last began to cry as his father rained the blows down on his naked flesh.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
He beat his son’s naked body with the thick belt.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Danny’s father threw the belt down, rolled his son over, caged the bawling boy’s prick in a chastity device, and ordered him to bed for the night. He then removed the gag but did not allow Danny anything to cool his flaming mouth.
“You'll be getting up early, Danielle. You’ll have a lot to do to get ready for school in the morning.”
He left the bewildered, humiliated, and horny twelve-year-old boy in his bed to try and make sense of his life and what would happen next. And soon, Danny fell asleep to the feeling of his throbbing back side and aching clitty as well as his tongue and mouth being on fire from the hot sauce penis gag in his mouth.
Danny awoke Monday morning sore and confused. His ass hurt and something seemed to be obstructing his cock. Suddenly he remembered the day before, being spanked and humiliated by his father, and then locked in a cock-cage. He fumbled ineffectively with the cock cage and then stumbled to his feet. Deeply humiliated, he walked to his father’s bedroom to ask him to remove the cage. He knocked on the door and heard his father's voice call out.
Danny entered the room and walked up to the side of the bed where his father lay stretched out on his side. His cock tried to grow but couldn't inside the cage. Swallowing hard, Danny spoke.
“Um, Dad…um…I can't wear this thing on my cock to school, and…um…you need to take it off me.”
Danny’s father looked at him with hard, cold eyes.
“You just made several mistakes there, boy. First of all, what do you call me?”
Danny looked at his father with wide eyes.
“I…I thought…I mean, you can't mean...I...”
Danny’s father slapped Danny's face sharply.
“I didn't ask you to babble like an imbecile. I asked you what you are supposed to call me, cunt.”
Danny rocked at the slap and gasped. He guessed that only by playing along would his cruel father take this thing off him before he went to school. Taking a deep breath, he replied, “I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm supposed to call you Daddy.”
“That's right. And what is that thing you have between your legs?” Danny’s father asked coolly trailing a finger down Danny's inner thigh making him twitch unknowingly.
“M…M…My clitty, Daddy,” Danny whispered deeply ashamed. He didn't want to say these humiliating things, but he couldn't go to school with this thing on his pri…clitty either!
“And your third mistake was trying to tell me what I need to do, sissy boy. Now, maybe, just maybe, if you get on your lovely little knees and beg really, really nicely, I'll take the cage off your nasty clitty.”
Danny was laughing inside, watching his plans for Danny fall into place. Danny looked around helplessly and dropped to his knees.
“Please, please, oh, please, please, Daddy, take this horrible thing off my nasty clitty. Please, Daddy, I don't want to go to school like this.”
Smiling, Danny’s sat up in the bed. He unlocked the padlock that was keeping Danny captive and removed the clitty cage. As Danny sighed with relief, he took Danny’s arm and tugged him rapidly down over his lap.
“I was hoping I wouldn't have to punish you again so soon, sissy boy, but it seems you don't learn easily!”
Danny’s father began to spank Danny's bare bottom sharply and steadily with his powerful hand.
“Ouch! Da…Daddy, stop! Ouch! Ouch! Stop! I'm sorry, Daddy! I'm sorry! I'll be a good bo… sissy! Ouch! Daddy! Daddy, please, stop!”
Danny wriggled and twisted, trying to escape the firm spanks that were landing on his ass. The bruises from last night's beating flared with the renewal of the fire to his backside. His father did not let up, merely pausing to reach for the thick belt and then bringing that down on Danny’s ass. Over and over, the thick belt found its target, and soon Danny was crying and sobbing uncontrollably. As Danny wailed, his father smiled to himself. Then, he let his son up from his lap.
“Let's get you dressed, or you'll be late for school, and you don't want to be in trouble for being late to school.”
He led his still sobbing son to his closet as his son rubbed his bottom. He pulled a ruffled lavender skirt and sheer lavender blouse from the closet, and then led his son to the dresser where he selected a black satin bra and a lacy black thong.
“Get dressed,” he ordered.
Danny stared at the clothes with incomprehension. He looked up at his father, then at the belt in his hand. Trembling, he reached for the panties and pulled them up over his legs. He looked at his father again and then struggled into the bra. He fumbled for a moment, and then his father helped him with the hooks on the back of the bra. He couldn't imagine going to school in a skirt and blouse! One more glance at that belt, though, and he was buttoning up the blouse and then pulling on the skirt. His backside felt extremely exposed since the thong didn't cover him a bit. A stiff breeze would show everyone in school his very well spanked ass. He blushed at the thought, and then realized he was getting hard again. What was wrong with him?
“Now, then, little Miss Danielle, I expect you to go straight to school and come straight home after school. No lollygagging, do I make myself clear?” his father asked sternly.
Danny nodded dumbly. The next thing he knew, he was out the door and walking to school dressed as a girl.
As he walked to his high school, he passed a group of freshman and sophomore high school boys. They were mini-jocks, already into football and basketball and wrestling. They laughed when they saw him. One of them was his friend Steve's older brother, Chris.
“Hey, guys! That's my brother's pansy friend! Steve says this pansy wears panties, and I guess he was right! Hey, pansy, you wanna suck my cock?” taunted the fifteen-year-old boy.
Another boy joined in. “Hey, fag! Chris is talking to you! What's the matter, cocksucker, already drank enough cum for breakfast and you aren't thirsty any more?”
The older boys laughed as Danny tried to think of something to say.
“Shut up!” he yelled, finally. “It's not my idea, ya know! Daddy — I mean, my stupid father is making me dress like this!”
“Oooh, the pansy's daddy helps him dress. I hear he spanks your faggot ass if you're a naughty little boy too, pansy! Did he spank your homo ass last night, cocksucker?” Chris continued taunting.
Danny's face turned very red, and he reached down and picked up a rock.
“Shut up, or I'll make you shut up, Chris!”
“Oooh, I'm so scared of you, queer boy!” laughed one of the other boys.
In a fury, Danny chucked the rock at the boy. It fell harmlessly to one side, and then Danny heard something that turned his blood cold. He heard his father calling out his feminized name.
“Danielle! What in the world are you doing flirting with those boys?”
The older boys laughed nudging one another.
“This should be good,” one whispered, and the others nodded.
Danny stared at his father in a panic as he moved toward him. Without hesitation, his father had one leg out in front of him bent at the knee, and Danny was thrust over it. He flipped up his son’s skirt and began to spank his exposed ass right there in the street in front of the high boys. They could clearly see the marks on his bottom from his previous spankings. As they watched, laughing, his father rapidly spanked Danny's bottom bright red again. Danny was howling and crying almost immediately his bottom still sore from his previous spanking.
“Daddyyyy stop! It hurtssss! You're embarrassing me! Daddyyy! Stopppp!”
The younger boys began to mock him.
“Daddyyy! Daddyyy! Owwwieee!” they cried out in baby voices.
They laughed harder and harder. Finally, Danny’s father up righted his naughty son.
“Go on to school, boys, you don't want to be late,” he told the youngsters, and they headed off to school laughing the whole way.
“As for you, you can't even get to school without getting into trouble! Well, I'll just have to walk you there myself!”
And with that, Danny’s father took Danny's hand as though he was a small child and walked him all the way to school and into his first-period class. Then, he stage whispered to him to behave or else and was out the door.
Danny was mocked, humiliated, taunted, teased, and worst of all, pinched and groped all day long by his classmates. Everyone had heard about his spanking, and somehow, word got out about his spanking on the way to school as well. In the halls between each class, someone would yank up his skirt to get a good look at the marks on his backside. By the fifth period, every time his skirt was yanked up someone would smack his exposed bottom. Everyone laughed, and for some reason, the teachers seemed uninterested in doing anything about it. Of course, Danny had smarted off to every single authority figure in the building at some time or another so maybe that wasn't quite such a mystery.
The worst part of Danny's day was final period. He walked into the classroom and stopped dead in his tracks. There at the teacher's desk sat his father. He was substituting for his regular English teacher! Danny felt like he might throw up. He came in and took his seat. All the other students started giggling and whispering to one another pointing at Danny. To Danny’s astonishment, he found himself getting hard again. Actually, he had been semi-hard most of the day, and he wasn't even sure why.
“Well, class, shall we begin? I…class, what is all this noise about? Quiet!”
The class did not quiet but tittered, giggled, and whispered more. Danny’s father smiled to himself and spoke again.
“I said quiet! What is causing all this disturbance and distraction in my classroom?”
A cute boy who Danny had bullied (and therefore had whistled at in the hallways, pinched on the ass during an assembly, and called derogatory names often) raised his hand.
“The distraction is Danny, sir.”
The other students giggled in agreement.
“I see. Danielle, stand up, please, and come to the front of the room.”
Danny stood slowly, already embarrassed, and walked to the front of the room.
“Now, I want you to write on the board, 'I will not distract my classmates.' I want you to write that a hundred times. You may begin.”
Danny was fuming inside. This wasn't his fault; it was his father’s fault! Still, what would happen if he refused to obey? He didn't think he wanted to find out, so he began to write on the chalkboard. He had to write high on the board, so he had to stretch to reach the top of the board. As he stretched, his skirt exposed the tops of his thighs and the spanking markings there. The class began to laugh even harder.
“Danielle! Are you still distracting my class? That will be detention after school for you!” Danny’s father chided. “Now, keep writing.”
Furious, turning redder and redder, Danny kept writing the stupid sentence over and over. His classmates laughed even harder, and when one threw a spitball at him, Danny turned around and threw an eraser back. For the second time that day, Danny's temper was his undoing.
Quick as a flash, his father was at the front of the room with a chair. He sat on the chair and tugged Danny over his lap. Up went the skirt and Danny’s father explained to the class, “School policy is that a student may be spanked if conventional methods of discipline have failed and there is permission from the students' parent or guardian. Since I am this child's parent, there is certainly permission granted.”
With that, he brought a yardstick down across Danny's exposed ass. The yardstick fell across Danny's bottom and thighs repeatedly. His classmates were laughing harder than ever. Catcalling and taunting as Danny got his third spanking of the day from his father. He wept and sobbed, and then begged his father to stop and let him be. On and on went the spanking until the yardstick itself snapped. Danny was then put in the corner for the remainder of the period.
After class, Danny was kept behind by his father for his detention. He finished writing the stupid sentence one hundred times. After his father finished making his notes to the teacher he was substituting for, he took Danny by the hand.
“Time to go home, Danny.”
Danny thought that surely things would get better once he got home, but he was still learning about the inherent unfairness of his father’s cruel system. As soon as they entered the house, his father turned to him.
“I believe I told you to be home right after school, Danielle! And you’re late!”
“But…but…you…you gave me a detention, Daddy,” Danny replied mumbling the last word of the sentence. Smack! He felt his father’s hand strike his bottom.
“Do not make excuses, you goddamn faggot. I told you to be home, and you weren't home. Now, you will have to be punished again! Now, go upstairs and bring me the strap!”
Completely aghast, Danny stumbled up the stairs to his father’s room. He took the strap from its hook and stared at it. It had thick, metal studs in three rows all up and down the thick leather. He couldn't believe he wanted to spank him with that. Spank him? Hell, this would be a real beating. And wasn't that against the law or something? Yes, he was pretty sure it was. He stood there a long time, holding the strap. Eventually, he heard his father walking up behind him.
“I was thinking, Dad,” he said deliberately. “It's illegal for you to beat me. You'd go to jail.”
His father stepped in front of him and moved his hand dismissively.
“If you live under my roof, you'll obey my rules and submit to my punishments, Danielle. If you don't choose to do that, go ahead and live on the streets however you'll take nothing with you but the clothes on your back. Do you want to raped by a pimp and then forced to give blowjobs for him?”
Danny blanched. He apparently had not thought things through. He had nowhere to go. None of his friends was friends with him anymore, and he would end up on the street. And dressed like this, he probably would be forced into a life of a cocksucking faggot. Hanging his head submissively, Danny handed the strap over to his father.
Danny’s father took the belt and bent his son over the bed. He made him hold up his skirt and proceeded to land forty strokes with the belt on his backside and thighs all the way down to his knees. Danny howled and jumped, and then begged and cried, but his father showed no mercy. After he had been thoroughly punished for being home late from school, his father announced he would be punished for failing to call him Daddy again.
“You just can't get yourself into the proper frame of mind, cunt. Strip entirely, and then lay down on the bed on your back,” Danny’s father commanded.
His ass and thighs were on fire. Danny didn't dare disobey and lay down as instructed. James slid a diaper under his ass and proceeded to powder his son’s prick and his ass before pulling the diaper up between his legs and fastening it. Danny was wearing a diaper.
“Now then, until you properly learn to call me Daddy, you will be wearing diapers. And you will not be allowed to use the potty without permission. At school, you'll just have to wait it out.”
Danny sat on the bed in a diaper, his face wet with tears. School? He expected him to wear diapers to school? Was he crazy? Well, obviously he was crazy, but this was ridiculous. He opened his mouth to say all this, but then wondered what else he would do to him and remained silent.
“Danny, you may go do your homework, but remember, no potty without permission from me,” his father said without looking at Danny.
Wordlessly, Danny left the room and went to watch TV, because, as usual, he hadn't brought any homework home with him.
A red-faced Danny stood at the door. “Um…Daddy…can I go potty please?” He was dancing, clearly having put this moment off as long as he could. His father smiled indulgently and looked at him.
“Hmmm, should I let you use the big boy potty or should you potty in your diaper? I think you can just have a wee-wee in your diaper. Go ahead, right here, right now, potty in your diaper, little Danny.”
Danny didn't want to, but he could barely hold it in any longer. With a look to his father of utter betrayal, he let go a stream of urine in his diaper. He began to cry like a baby as he soiled himself shamefully.
“Danny, have you done your homework?” his father asked amiably as Danny sobbed with shame. Danny shook his head no.
“I didn't bring any home,” he mumbled. Suddenly, he knew he was about to be punished again.
“Well, you naughty little boy. Then you can stay in that filthy diaper until morning when I might change you if you can behave that long. And you will not have permission to use the potty all night either.”
James chuckled out loud at the look on Danny's face before sending him away.
Tuesday morning, Danny awoke he was still wearing a filthy, disgusting used diaper. Feeling more humiliated than ever, he went to his father’s room to beg to be changed before school. He knocked on the door for permission to enter.
Blushing hotly, Danny crept into the room. He could not look at his father. His eyes on the ground, Danny mumbled, “I…uh…just…um…wanted to…ask…um…if I could…um…if …um…if my diap…diaper could…um… be changed.”
“Faggot.” That voice was his father's, and it was commanding. Danny looked up at his father, uncomprehendingly. “Faggot,” he repeated. “You’re a worthless piece of shit.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Danny whispered his face red.
“Have you been a good little sissy, Danielle?” his father asked, looking his son over wondering when he would deflower him.
“I…um…I think so, Daddy,” Danny looked at his father with hope in his eyes. He couldn't imagine going to school in this dirty, disgusting diaper. He couldn't possibly make him do that.
“Lay down on the floor on your back,” James ordered him.
Danny complied immediately, and his father unfastened his diaper.
“Ugh, disgusting! Look at this! Look at what you did!”
Taking the diaper, he waved it in front of Danny's face. Danny looked at the diaper, trying not to gag.
“This is cum, Danny! Tell me what a sick freak you are jerking yourself off and cumming in your diaper!”
Danny froze. Oh, Lord, not more trouble. Oh, please, God, what was he going to do to him now?
“I…um…yes, Daddy. I’m a sick freak and should be punished.”
In a fury, Danny’s father took the diaper to the trash. When he reached the garage, where the trash bins were, he threw out the diaper and laughed. Oh, this could not be going any better. He allowed himself a few moments to reach in his boxers and stroke his cock before re-entering the house. He paused long enough to call Danny in sick to school and then began to climb the stairs back up to the bedroom.
Danny’s father hauled his small, skinny son off the floor and proceeded to tie him, spread eagle, face down on the bed. Danny kicked and tried to fight, but his father was much larger than he was and soon enough had him bound tightly. He then took his thick leather belt with the metal studs and began to lash his son across the shoulders, ass, and thighs. He struck forcefully, angrily.
“You stupid little prick! Cumming in a diaper, what kind of pervert shit is that? You get off on piss? You nasty little shit,” James growled, slamming the belt into his son again and again. The boy began to weep and then plead and beg almost immediately.
He tore into his submissive sissy of a son. This, of course, was a great deal of fun itself and he felt his cock tingling as he blistered Danny with the belt. Danny cried as his father whipped him and cussed him out. After beating Danny for almost ten minutes until his backside bruised and bleeding. He set the belt down.
“Good boy, Danny.”
With that, James untied Danny from the bed and ordered him back to his bedroom. Danny moved slowly, the pain in his shoulders, thighs, and ass making it difficult for him to stand. His father led him to his bed and ordered him to get up on the bed on all fours. He then spent several minutes tracing the welts on his shoulders. Danny wept quietly while his father hummed a happy little tune. Then, after staying in that position for what seemed like ages, his father stepped back away from him.
“Do not move,” he hissed, and he left the room.
Danny stayed on his hands and knees, naked, and frightened. What was going to happen when his father came back into the room? Was he going to beat him some more? He didn't think he could take another beating without passing out. Still, he was hard as a rock, which confused him.
His father returned to Danny's room. He was facing away from the door and did not see him enter. He stepped up behind him and spoke coldly.
“Now, you nasty little fuckhole cumdump, I'm going to show you exactly what happens to fuckholes. I'm going to show you just what happens to little cumdumps like you. And you'll probably like it, faggot.”
He grasped his son’s hips and began to press the head of his cock into his son’s asshole. Danny was startled and bucked as he tried to get away. His father continued to push into his “sissy cunt,” and all Danny could do was whimper and plead.
“Please, please, Daddy, please, don't, no, please, no, no, please, no, please, please, please,” he begged.
His father laughed, forcing the cock all the way up inside him.
“Oh, but look how hard your little clitty is, Danielle. You like being Daddy's fuckhole, don't you?”
“Nooo, Daddy, please, I don't like it, it hurts, I don't like it, please, take it out, please, Daddy, please.”
Danny’s father moaned softly, enjoying his sons pleas, and then began to pull out slowly. When he was almost all the way out, he pushed his way back in, faster and harder this time. Danny gasped and began to cry. He held his sons hips firmly and continued to rape his sissy cunt.
“Oh, you're such a good little fuckhole for Daddy. Yes, Daddy loves to fuck your sissy cunt. And I know you love the feel of Daddy's cock in your cunt, don't you, faggot?”
Danny shook his head back and forth, desperate for his father to remove that thing from inside him. Yes, he was hard, yes, he was harder than he'd ever been, yes, he was about to explode everywhere, but he didn't want this, didn't want his father inside him, didn't want to be a fag, didn't want to be a fuckhole. He cried, and pleaded and begged, but his father just fucked him harder.
Danny cried more loudly, and his father hissed in his son’s ear, “That's it, let me hear you scream while I fuck you. Let me hear what a good little fuck you are, a fucking sissy boy, a fucking faggot cumdump, a fuckhole for Daddy to use just as I please, and you love it. Oh, yes, you love to be fucked by Daddy. Were you thinking of Daddy’s cock last night? Hmmm? I bet you were. I bet that's why you touched your dirty clitty last night because you were imagining my cock was fucking you so hard. Hmmm? Was that it, my little cumdump?”
Humiliated, afraid, and vulnerable, Danny nodded and babbled, “Yes, Daddy, yes Daddy, I touched myself thinking of you fucking me.”
“Then say it, just say it, faggot. Say the words. Tell me you want to be fucked harder. Tell me to fuck you fast and hard. Tell me, you disgusting piece of shit!”
And Danny, without knowing why or whether he meant it or not, just knowing that he was hard and he could feel everything building inside and that he had to obey called out loudly, “Harder, Daddy! Faster! Please, Daddy, fuck me harder and faster! Please, Daddy, fuck me harder than you ever fucked!”
His father moaned with pleasure and began to fuck Danny in earnest, fucking his son’s virgin ass hard and deep. The young boy beneath him moaned and pressed back against his thrusts. And, with the kind of luck and coincidence that only happens in stories, they came at the same instant.
On Saturday, his father had to out to a charity event. He ordered Danny to clean the house while he was gone. He made him put on a maid outfit, and he left. Danny was dusting the living room with a massive pout on his face when his Daddy returned. When his father got home and entered the house, he noticed the house had hardly been cleaned. There was a mess in the bathroom. The kitchen was still dirty dishes and pans.
“Danielle! I said I wanted the house clean when I got home! What are you doing defying me?”
Danny jumped, startled. He was so busy plotting against his father that he hadn't heard him enter. “Daddy! What…? I...”
James grasped Danny by the ear.
“You’ll be punished quite severely. I’m furious. Why did you defy me?”
“D…D…Daddy...I didn't know you w…w…were coming home so soon.”
“Well, little Danny, now you do. You are in more trouble than you can imagine acting like a little boy.”
Danny’s father took him by an ear and marched him into the bathroom. There he ordered Danny to remove his maid outfit and lay on the floor and lift his legs so he could diaper him. James looked at his watch.
He ordered Danny down to the kitchen. There, he made him a bottle of horse and dog cum.
“I don't want a bottle!” Danny said. “I'm a big boy!”
Danny’s father immediately had Danny over his lap, diaper off, and was spanking him with a slotted wooden spoon.
“First of all, Danielle, you aren't a boy at all. You're a little sissy boy. And secondly, if you were big, you would have had your chores done when I came home.”
The spoon came down over and over again, turning Danny’s bruised ass a darker shade of purple. Danielle began to cry and kick as he begged and pleaded with his father.
“I'm sorrryyy Daddy. Please, Daddy, I'm sorrryyy I want the b…b…bottle. I'm a n…n…naughty l…l…little b…b…boyyy.”
“You'll have your bottle in the corner.”
His father planted Danny in the corner, bare-assed. He stood there, crying softly and sucking on the penis shape nipple of his bottle drinking from it quietly. He knew he was already in plenty of trouble. His father snapped some photos as Danny had his lunch. He flinched but did not have the guts to say anything.
When Danny had finished his bottle, James allowed him out of the corner and diapered him again. He then ordered him to clean the house as he had initially commanded. Looking and feeling ridiculous in his diaper as he cleaned the house. It wasn't long, however, before the laxative and diuretic that Daddy had mixed with the animal cum began to have an effect.
“Daddy, I have to go to the bathroom,” Danny said.
Danny’s father shook his head. “That's not how a little boy tells his Daddy he has to make wee-wee, Danielle.”
“Daddy, Daddy, I have to make wee-wee,” Danny whined feeling utterly stupid. His father merely laughed and pointed to his diaper.
“Make wee-wee in your diaper, Danielle. You've been a very naughty little boy, and only good big boys get to use the potty.”
The four foot, fifty-pound boy blushed thirty shades of red as he could no longer hold it back and “made wee-wee” in his diaper. Soon after, he felt his tummy quiver, and he shit in his diaper. His father laughed at him as his son filled his diaper with shit.
“Daddy, Daddy, please change my diaper,” Danny whimpered feeling disgusting in his shit-filled diaper.
“Not until this house is clean,” his father replied coldly.
His father then went back to reading his newspaper while Danny cleaned the house as his shit-filled diaper squelched around his buttocks and genitals. Several hours later, the house was clean. Danny, however, was not. He was wearing a filthy, disgusting, shit-filled diaper. His father took him into the bathroom. There, he removed Danny’s diaper. He then ordered him into the bathtub for bath time. His father then filled the tub with water and bubbles and bathed them him like a little boy. His father was so gentle, Danny didn’t know whether to be turned on or humiliated further. He was embarrassed by his hardening cock while his father washed his naked body. After the bath, his father ordered him into his bedroom still naked.
“Now you will be punished for your horrible behavior today. So far, all I've done is treat you like the baby you've been acting like. You still need to be punished.”
Danny paled. He had thought the excruciatingly embarrassing baby treatment was all the punishment he was going to get, but, of course, his father was far too evil to let them off that easily.
“Now, then, Danielle, you were very, very naughty. What to do with such a naughty little faggot?”
Danny’s father looked up and down at the naked prepubescent boy in front of him. What to do with him indeed? He was truly obnoxious and deserved something particularly special for ruining his day. What could he think of that was more mortifying than anything he'd put him through before?
“I believe that you need the hand of a firm friend so if you'll just excuse me a moment.”
With that, Danny’s father picked up the phone and called Danny’s best friend, Steve. Danny was jealous of Steve since he had gone through puberty and he had not. Steve was five foot ten and one hundred thirty pounds, and his cock was almost five inches long, which Danny was envious of since his prick was still that of a little boy. Steve agreed to be over at Danny’s house in fifteen minutes.
Danny’s father put the time to good use, pulling a frilly little girly nightie over 'Danielle' and then put lots of bright red lipstick on 'Danielle's' lips.
“A cockwhore like you wants to have good blowjob lips, Danielle. Now bend over.”
Danny bent over at his father’s command, and his father thrust a slightly lubed, medium-sized plug into his ass. He started it vibrating, while Danny squirmed uncomfortably. He did not enjoy anything going up his ass, not even a little bit. He remained bent over, whimpering quietly. Without a word, his father began to cane his ass with a bamboo cane. Danny bolted upright and screamed after the first two swift strokes caught him in the tender spot where his thighs began. He bounced back down into position even as the next stroke caught him across the meatiest part of his backside. Howling with pain, he withstood a dozen lashes with the cane before his father allowed him to stand. As stood up, his father turned up the speed on the vibrating plug in his ass.
“That, you filthy cumdump, was just one punishment. You’re a pathetic excuse for a son. You stupid, ugly, worthless piece of shit, why can’t you learn some basic manners and decency? Is it because you have none? You’re nothing but a sissy boy. Good only as a fuckhole and a cumdump.”
Danny’s father lectured him knowing that he would sweat with fear wondering what he had in store for him next. Danny’s father loved this, having a boy to abuse, humiliate, punish, and dominate.
Danny’s father made him stand in the center of the bedroom, and then put alligator clips on his son’s nipples, the underside of his dick, and on his balls. Then the connected the clamps with a chain, which he pulled on. Danny screamed, and his father laughed. His father took his time, pulling on the chain, flicking the individual clips with his fingers and then with a small penis whip, then pulling some more. Danny’s father released Danny from the alligator clamps. Danny howled as the blood flowed back into his sore nipples, prick, and balls. His father laughed as he turned the vibrating plug up even higher. Moments later, there was a knock at the door.
“Answer the door, Danielle, and bring your friend up here.”
Danny wanted to die. Or at least disappear. But he couldn't think of a single option that he had. So, he stumbled off to the door, wearing a filmy, sheer, baby-pink nightie. He answered the door, looking at the ground.
Steve had heard Danny’s howls, screams, and pleading and hadn't wanted to interrupt. When he heard quiet, he took his chance to knock on the door. Steve looked at his angry and humiliated friend standing there in a ridiculous baby-pink nightie and diapers.
“Come upstairs with me, Steve,” Danny mumbled.
“Oh, faggot. You’re to call me Sir. I'm gonna teach you some manners, little fag. And maybe some skills too...”
Steve forced Danny's head up to look at him. He was muscular, strong, and clearly ready to beat Danny's ass in more ways than one. Danny choked and turned around practically fleeing up the stairs. He heard Steve behind him whistling at his stupid outfit.
“Hello, Mr. Smith. My, my, what a cute little sissy boy,” Steve thundered as he entered the room.
“Hello, Steve! Steve, Danny has been very, very, very naughty all day long. He’s now in a diaper until he can learn to respect my authority properly.”
Danny felt his fists clench while he looked at the ground humiliated.
“He's been a very naughty little boy, and it will take the little faggot a while to regain his privileges.”
What did I tell you would happen if you were naughty, Danielle?”
Danny turned pale and then looked at his father with a great deal of fury in his eyes. “You said I would be punished, Daddy,” Danny said softly, but clearly.
“Now, since you were naughty today, Steve will be administering your spanking.”
And his father bent his wayward, childish son over his knee. Steve's eyes glowed as Danny’s father nodded to him to begin to spank his best friend's bare ass.
Steve beat his best friend as hard as he could. Payback for every time friend had made fun of him. Payback for every time Danny had humiliated him in front of their friends, payback for being such a pussy. Danny’s father put a belt in his hand, and he was spanking Danny with the thick leather.
“Serves you right, you little faggot. Now, who's getting it? Huh? Yeah, that's right, you pussy, I’m spanking your pathetic, little, baby ass,”
Steve grunted as he struck Danny with all his strength.
“Are you crying? Huh, faggot? Are you blubbering like a sissy? Like a baby who wears a diaper? Huh, you pathetic loser?”
In fact, tears were streaming down Danny’s' face. He was being punished like a small child by his best friend. He thought he could not be humiliated any further. But he was wrong.
“He's been very, very naughty, Steve. Set the belt down a moment and spank his naughty little nut sack with your hand.”
Steve was so caught up in punishing his friend that he dropped the belt without thinking and began slapping Danny’s exposed balls. Danny was unable to cry out, but he was mortified. His friend was touching him, spanking him, there. After a dozen slaps, Danny’s father told Steve to stop. He ordered Danny to go sit in the corner on a unique stool. He had affixed a thick dildo to the stool and sandpaper to the seat of the stool so that the naughty ass that sat there would constantly be reminded of its recent suffering.
Steve sat down on the edge of the bed, and Danny’s father ordered Danny to sit next to him. Steve rubbed Danny's inner thigh suggestively. Danny tried to pull away.
“Oh, so you're a tease, are you, fag? Well, I’ll teach you to obey...”
With that, Steve pinched Danny's thigh hard. Danny cried out.
“Danielle needs to learn it all from the beginning. That's why he's in diapers. He acts just like a naughty little baby.”
“Oh, a naughty baby, hmm? Well, I know just what to do with naughty babies.”
Steve laughed and grabbed Danny him and stripped him of the diaper leaving the filmy nightie as a barely-there covering for the boy.
“Show me how you do it.”
Danny froze. His…his friend wanted him to jerk off in front of him? No way, man! This was some nasty shit, and Danny didn't want any part of it. He didn't like the way this Steve looked at him or the way he had fondled his thigh. No, this was definitely even less cool than the other stuff Daddy had done to him so far.
Steve growled, “I said, let's see you play with your clitty, fag.”
Danny just shook his head back and forth silently. That was all Steve needed. He grabbed Danny by the wrist, pulled him closer to him, then bent him over his knee and began to spank his bare bottom. As he spanked, he pinched and fondled him as well.
“Oooh, fag, you are a sexy one, but you are much too naughty and disobedient. I will fix you.
“Now, I told you to touch your clitty for me. Now you'll have to do it while I spank your naughty little ass.”
Danny still shook his head, biting his lip to keep from crying out with the stinging blows.
“Oh, you think you can me, faggot? We'll see about that.”
Then the smacks stopped and Steve began pushing his un-lubed finger up into Danny's asshole. He began to finger-fuck the twelve-year-old boy.
“Stoppp, stoppp!” Danny cried. “Please, stop, sir. I'll…I'll…I'll touch my cliiitttyyy.”
“Now you have to touch it while Steve plays with your sissy fuckhole, Danielle,” Danny’s father hissed. “And if you keep hesitating, you'll be touching it while Steve fucks your sissy cumdump. So stop stalling and obey.”
Crying, Danny reached down and began to shamefully stroke himself as his friend finger-fucked him.
“Oh, yeah, fag, you like that, don't you? You like it when I pout my finger up your cunt.”
Danny shook his head, crying, feeling disgusted and mortified while playing with himself as his friend diddled his asshole. Steve removed his finger and wiped it off, then began to spank Danny again while Danny continued to masturbate. Danny sobbed as Steve spanked his bruised ass. He didn't know what was the most humiliating, being diddled by his friend, being spanked by his friend, or playing with himself while over his friend’s knee.
“Please, Daddy, please, I'll be good, please. I'll be good, and I'll listen to you and obey, and I won't be naughty ever again, please, Daddy.”
“Steve still has a lot to teach you, Danielle. Wonderful things you can do with your mouth instead of incoherent babbling. Things like that.”
Steve laughed and nodded.
“I bet you suck cock real good, fag,” he said. “Or at least you will by the time I'm done with you.”
“Steve...Steve, please...I...Steve…Sir...I...I um…Sir. Please, I…” stammered Danny. He was about to cum, and he knew if he did without permission he would be in even worse trouble as if that was possible.
“What is it, fag?” Steve asked still spanking Danny hot, red ass.
“Um…I…uh…I'm gonna…um…may I…uh…cum?”
“Oh, that's no way to say it, Danielle. Say, 'Sir, may I pretty please get sticky cum all over my pretty nightie.'” Danny’s dad said winking at Steve.
“Sir, may I pretty please get sticky cum all over my pretty nightie?” Danny repeated, breathing heavily.
“Yes, you may!” Danny’s father laughed and pointed his cock at Danny. With three fast, hard strokes, he brought himself over the edge, and his cum drenched his son's nightie.
Danny looked at his nightie, his own father's cum soaking it. His cock shriveled away, and he was afraid he was about to vomit. And somehow, Steve just kept on spanking and spanking his ass. Danny was disgusted, beyond disgusted, he was repulsed, revolted, his mind was spinning, and he fainted.
Steve stripped the nightie off Danny and put a fresh diaper on him.
“It looks like it's sleepy-bye time for you, Danielle.”
Steve continued punishing Danny, late into the night, beating him with the thick leather belt on his ass, thighs, shoulders, cock, and balls for a long time. After that, he stretched Danny’s balls with weights for a while. And finally, Steve took the plug out of Danny’s ass and made him beg to be fucked. Steve made Danny get down on all fours and plead with him to fuck him harder than he'd even been fucked by to make up for his awful behavior. He sobbed as he begged, because he hated to be fucked, hated it with all his heart, but he had no choice but to beg his friend to do the thing he hated more than anything else. Finally, Steve was satisfied with Danny’s begging and fucked the hell out of him, calling him a worthless faggot and a queer and a horny little bitch boy. All the while Danny cried, begging to be fucked harder and faster. Steve fucked him hard and fast and forced Danny all the way to the ground where he ground him against the floor painfully.
And as he fucked his helpless friend's “pansy pussy,” Danny’s father was lying in bed in the next room over, hearing everything, and unable to prevent himself from shamefully reaching into his boxers to play with himself. There was a loud groan from the other bedroom, and Danny knew that his father was jerking himself off as he heard Steve first rape him while he made him beg for more.
Danny’s father walked into Danny’s bedroom and ordered him to come to his bedroom. His father removed his hard cock and Danny paled, not wanting to be fucked yet again. He looked at his father pleadingly.
“Lube me, boy,” his father ordered, and Danny obediently opened his mouth. His father swiftly filled his mouth with his cock and began to fuck his face forcefully. Danny whimpered and tears formed in his eyes as his father roughly used his mouth. He used as much spit as he could because he did not want his father to enter him dry.
Because Danny’s father had heard how Steve had beaten him, then made him beg to be fucked up the ass. He leaned in close to his ear and hissed, “Do I have to get Steve in here to hold you down?”
Shocked, Danny stopped fighting. He couldn't imagine anything more horrible than Steve holding him down while his father raped his ass. Danny winced in excruciating pain as he lay on the floor from the beating his back had received.
Just as his father’s cock breached him, there was a knock on the door.
Steve came into the room He stood and watched as Danny’s father tore into his submissive fuckhole of a son. He felt his cock tingling, and he began to stroke himself. After watching Danny’s father brutally fuck Danny for several minutes, Danny’s father cleared his throat and gestured for Steve to sit on the bed, and he did. Danny’s father flipped his son over to his hand and knees.
“Crawl, faggot, go get some cock.”
Danny crawled between Steve’s spread legs and began to lick and suck while his father fucked his cunt.
A routine developed at Danny's house. His father would dress him in a frilly skirt and blouse for school every day. Some days, he made him wear a diaper under the skirt. Other days, he would wear a lacy thong. Regardless, school was deeply humiliating for Danny anymore. The weekends were not any better because his father would punish him for the smallest of infractions and Steve would spend the nights. It was horrible.
“If I hear any noise at all out of this room, I’ll take you outside in the morning for a good old fashioned switching right there in the front yard.”
Danny nodded, believing him. There was a church across the street, and on Sunday morning, all those people would be there, and they'd see him getting switched. Danny didn't make a sound.
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