The Daddy Games

by Adrian Amos

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  The Daddy Games

  By Adrian Amos

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  Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

  Table of Contents

  THE DADDY GAMES

  PROLOGUE

  GAME 1

  GAME 2

  GAME 3

  GAME 4

  GAME 5

  GAME 6

  GAME 7

  GAME 8

  THE COPULATION CEREMONY

  EPILOGUE

  MY CATALOGUE

  THE DADDY GAMES

  There's a future where the right to procreate must be won.

  In order to reduce the population, when boys hit puberty, they have a chip installed that prevents them from releasing sperm, creating dry orgasms. This serves a secondary purpose: reducing testosterone, which softens the ambitions of men and creates the world's first egalitarian society.

  Megan, like so many girls before her, has fallen in love with the man who raised her, her government-appointed caretaker. But when she finds out he's artificially barren, she's distraught, so desperate to start a family with him.

  Until she finds out about the competition that can change her world.

  She must enter a contest colloquially known as “The Daddy Games,” where the prize is the removal of the chip from the most important man in her life, giving him the right to inseminate.

  But what cost comes from releasing the beast inside a man?

  They will teach her to submit, to be sexually humiliated, to give up her society's coveted independence, because the second she gives him power is the second she loses hers.

  This dark, erotic novel has numerous games to be played, where kink and humiliation mingle constantly, and a girl must do whatever it takes to earn the life she's always desired.

  PROLOGUE

  The eggs sizzle, the toast crisps, and the coffee brews.

  The world speaks volumes in ways I had never considered before. Everything seems brighter, everything feels fresher. Life is splendid beyond compare.

  All thanks to the realization of last night.

  I keep glancing back at my stepfather, whose eyes flick up and down as I bounce on my heels, following me in my jubilant movements. He bites his lip, and I smile, excited to know daddy enjoyed himself as much as I did.

  “Oh, shoot,” I say, “I forgot bacon. Last night must have left me frazzled.”

  He chuckles, “Don't worry about it, I don't think either of us was prepared for that.”

  I turn back toward the food to cover my blush as much as finish cooking it. I've been with him my whole life, the man who takes care of me, only for our desires to take over and guide us down a new path of life.

  It's everything I wanted. Daddy has been the only man in my whole existence. Everyone today is so detached, afraid to interact on any sort of intimate level. I know my history, but it feels so strange how much people choose to avoid being close to you.

  But I'm different. I know I am. There are plenty of people like me, but it's so difficult to find them. Those that enjoy life. Those that actually love someone else.

  I think it's because men are altered, and women don't love them as much for it.

  Daddy, I think, is one of those people who can love. I think that's why the government gave me to him when I was born. They knew he and his wife would make good parents.

  Unfortunately, I never knew his wife, because she died only a few years after I was born. It's been daddy and me the entire time, and when most around you can't understand sex and love like you can, it's no surprise that I turn to him when I need comfort.

  I waited until a few days ago to work up the nerves. My eighteenth birthday was only a few months ago, and it was a tense and long wait, but when it came around, I knew I was right all along. When we were in bed, I knew no matter what, I wanted to be with him.

  He is perfect.

  And last night was the perfect beginning.

  Well, maybe not perfect. Daddy didn't orgasm. We made love for a long time, the tastes and sights and smells so overwhelming for my broken virginity. He was tender, caressing, comforting. I came hard because it had been my dream to lay in that bed with daddy for the first time. Ecstasy wouldn't quite be the word for the euphoric energy cycling through my veins.

  But he never finished, and I want daddy to be happy as well. And I want to know for sure he's had the surgery as well.

  I hand him his plate of food at our small kitchen table. It's tiny even for just the two of us, inside our cramped, half-sized apartment. Overpopulation has made finding a place bigger than this nearly impossible, but I still enjoy the connection every morning such closeness gives me. I reach out and touch his hand, smiling.

  Daddy takes a whiff of his food. “Mmm, that smells really good, babygirl.”

  I smirk. “It's just eggs and toast. Nothing special.”

  “Maybe,” he says, nodding, “but I want you to know I appreciate you cooking for me. You're amazing at it, and your talent is comfort food.”

  I smile. I watch him as he devours his breakfast, sipping at his coffee as his eyes flick to me every so often.

  This is the charming man I fell in love with, that I kept my virginity for. He makes it sound like he never compliments me, but I can't think of a day when he hasn't. It's a part of him as much as his black, slick-backed hair and constant stubble.

  It's not just his comfort that gets to me. Looking at daddy sets my stomach on edge. His brown eyes are piercing, and every time he looks at me, I feel protected. I feel like nothing can touch me when he's around.

  I tease him, “You're just being nice because you spent all night with me.”

  He shakes his head. “You know that's not true. You've always been special, and I don't want you to think last night somehow changed that.”

  “Daddy, I wanted it more than you did. I just wish you got to finish like I did.”

  “I'm not complaining. It's just been a while for me, is all. Things get a little harder when you're older.”

  “I know you're twice as old as me, daddy,” I chide, “but that doesn't make you that old.”

  He shrugs. “True.”

  The blood in my cheeks burns me. “We could try again.” I tuck a wispy strand of brown hair behind my ear.

  “That we could.” He tucks another strand over the opposite ear, saying, “A matching pair.”

  He picks up his dishes and puts them in the sink, rinsing them. “I just don't want you getting your hopes up, you know? You know not everything can happen for us.”

  I know what he's talking about, but it hurts so much to hear it. It's not his fault, but his certainty of it makes it sound like it's his choice. For someone like me, a person still obsessed with love and lust, what the government does to equal out the society seems so unfair.

  But I don't want to think about it. I want to test the waters and see it for myself, because maybe daddy's been wrong all these years, and if he just has someone to love, he'll realize he's been unaffected by the egalitarian purge.

  It would've happened when he was a teenager. Maybe it didn't happen to him. Maybe he was one of those lucky boys who got away from the implant.

  After daddy does the dishes, I take him by the hand and guide him back to his small bedroom, the full-sized mattress taking up most of the space in the windowless room.

 
; “Already, babygirl? Don't you want to wait?”

  “No, daddy. I don't want to wait for you anymore.”

  I swing to face him, circling my arms around his waist, and pull us both onto the bed. We bounce on the rusty springs and connect lips on the second descent. His lips are soft, and my body melts just like the night before.

  Nothing feels different.

  My arms grip his broad shoulders, hanging onto his tense muscles, and his hands trail down the sides of my slender frame. They find their way under my t-shirt, caressing my skin with little flicks of her fingertips. It soothes me, and I take his shirt off in response, enjoying the view of his construction worker's body.

  My hands go to his pecs, the firmness tantalizing, and it hits me: how can I be so lucky to be with a man this sexy and generous?

  I know this isn't the easiest activity for him, but he'll do it to satisfy my urges because I know he'll do anything for me without a moment's hesitation.

  “Please, daddy, I want you to fuck me.”

  A flicker of something goes through his eyes before he smiles lightly. “Anything for my babygirl.”

  He pulls my shirt over my head, and after kissing my mouth, he pecks down my chin, my neck, my collarbone, until he reaches my tits, softly stamping me with kisses around my nubs. The temptation sends shivers down my body, electrical signals begging me to make him reach the point of focus already.

  I'm too energized from the previous night, too filled with purpose. I need to get daddy to his own moment of climax. I need proof he can, I need to ensure my nightmares are just that.

  I know I'm deluding myself deep down. We aren't going to be the lucky ones. We'd be one in a million.

  Daddy's young enough to where it was standard procedure even back then.

  He finally connects with my nipple, and I let out a luxurious moan, one of those moans that let you know everything in your life is just how you want it. Relaxed and satisfied, I can already feel the heat in my core start to flare as daddy sucks on my pink flesh.

  His lips draw me in, pulling hard enough to extend my entire breast toward him, pulling on the nipple roughly before letting it slap back down into my body. His tongue flicks over it, knocking the sensitive bud back and forth as his eyes watch mine, taking in the pleasure he's giving to me.

  “I like that, daddy,” I groan, my hands running through his hair, mussing up the finely combed scalp.

  “I know you do, babygirl,” he purrs, the cockiness something I love. God, if only he could do that more.

  His hands squeeze my tits, crushing them. He flicks his tongue at my protruding nipple, teasing my engorged bud one last time before he floats down my body. He kisses my stomach, torturing me as he circuitously finds the way to the band of my panties. His fingers run under the elastic, caressing the skin under the restrictive fabric.

  He pulls down, removing the cotton to expose my bare pussy.

  “You look good, babygirl. You want daddy to get a taste?”

  As much as I'd like that, I'm impatient. “No, daddy. I want you to fuck me. I want you to finish, to make up for yesterday.”

  “Are you sure? I'm telling you, I don't know—“

  But I shut down the negativity, “No, please, I just want to know for sure.”

  He chuckles. “Okay.” There's a moment of dismay in his features, a sense of unhappiness. I push it out of my head, not wanting to think about it.

  He slips his boxers down. His cock is standing at half-attention, thick and bulbous. The thing is glorious when at its full capacity, but now it seems sadder somehow.

  All this talk and negativity is getting to both of us, and I have to fix that.

  “Come here, daddy. Let me get you hard.”

  He walks around the side of the bed, kneeling next to me. I lean into him and take his shaft in my hand, provoking a wince from him.

  See, daddy, see? Nothing's wrong with you.

  I slowly grip his cock, moving the loose skin up and down, stroking him with delicate motions. My other hand comes under him, massaging the skin of his balls, pinching it and kneading it like dough. I run my palm over his testicles, scratching gently at the skin between his legs.

  Daddy groans and grows in my hand, his eyes closed as the pleasure washes over him. His cock stiffens, pumping blood throughout as my hand speeds up, beating his cock back and forth.

  When he reaches full strength, I open my mouth and engulf him, sucking on his head. The musky flavor fills my mouth, and I let out my own moan, vibrating his cock through my mouth.

  Following the guide of my hand, my mouth is close behind, sucking what I've stroked, making sure daddy's entire cock gets the love it needs.

  “Oh,” daddy groans, “you're doing a good job, babygirl.”

  I want to say, 'I know I am,' in the same cocky tone he used before, but my mouth is full, and I don't want to lose his arousal.

  I lick under the shaft, masturbating him quickly as I try to force something out, anything, hopeful my wishes might come true. Nothing yet, but I know daddy's feeling it, his body tensing as I consume him.

  “Oh, daddy, please fuck me. I need it so badly.”

  He groans, “Give me that pussy.”

  He sweeps around quickly, kneeling himself between my legs. Grabbing my thighs, he pulls my body close to him. He gets a hand on his massive hard-on, stroking it for good measure. He pushes it downward, guiding it into me, slipping through the slickness of my arousal.

  “Oh, shit!” I cry out, the pressure of his girth pushing against my walls intense for the second day in a row. He expands me, and my tightness doesn't quite give way, snugly gripping him as he shoves his length to the depths of my canal.

  Daddy pulls back and slams his dick into me, feeding me his energy.

  “Yes, that's good, oh god, that's good!” I moan.

  Daddy's hips pull back, and he repeatedly plows into me, his cock dragging on my walls and stoking the flames he started from my nipples. His thrusts are masterful, evenly paced and sloshing through my wet snatch.

  He's much harder than yesterday. He might just have a chance!

  So I keep up my words, reinforcing the eroticism. “Fuck me, daddy. Come inside my pussy. Fill me up.”

  He grits his teeth. “Yeah, babygirl, is that what you want? You want daddy to get you pregnant?”

  I let out a long moan, my fantasy coming to life. “Oh god, more than anything. I want your baby, daddy.”

  The aggression in him picks up, his cock moving with masculinity I've never seen in daddy before. He's feeling it in him. His chest lowers against mine, squashing my tits. Our mouths mingle as daddy thrusts deep into me.

  He nips at my jaw, kissing along my neck and shoulder as his big body fills mine. His hips pull out to the point of escape before leaping forward into me, spearing me on his entire length.

  He whispers into my ear. “Feel it, babygirl. Feel what happens when daddy fucks that pussy. He's going to bust a nut and fill you to the brim.”

  “Daddy, yes, please! I want it. I want to feel your cream inside me.”

  But before daddy can reach his climax, I'm presented with my own. All the talk of babies, of cum, of starting a family, inundates my body with pleasure. The welling of arousal in my gut builds until it bursts, unleashing a tidal wave of energy and screams.

  “Fuck! Ooooohhhhh.”

  My body shudders, muscles convulsing as my pussy constricts on daddy's shaft. My tightness envelops him to the point where he finally reaches the ending I've been fantasizing about all day.

  “I'm coming!” he grunts, his body twitching as he rams his cock as deep into me as he can. I can feel the pulses of his cock inside me, expanding and repeatedly shrinking, giving me hope I was right all along. His muscles tense, his butt spasming and pushing him into me over and over.

  When daddy's release ends, he plops down next to me, his arm going out and under my head.

  “God,” he says, breathless, “I haven't had an orgasm in... shit, it must b
e... fifteen years.”

  I don't think about it as I'm too focused on my pussy, spreading it open and searching for the seed I've wanted this whole time.

  But I'm empty, nothing but my own arousal glistening. No warmth, no seed, no cum, just an empty and purposeless orgasm.

  I sigh, defeated. “I can't believe it. I really thought something would come out. Did I not do something right?”

  His brow furrows in concern. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get your hopes up. I was just playing with the idea of coming. For role-playing.” His voice quiets. “You know daddy can't come, right? It's not your fault. Not at all.”

  “I know,” I scoff, “I just thought... maybe you could.”

  Daddy chuckles, but not out of humor. “You know I have the implant. I got it when I was thirteen.”

  “Why did they make you get it?” I ask, whinier than I intend, nestling my head into his chest.

  “With overpopulation, the government doesn't need any more children to look after. And stopping men from coming is supposed to be the great equalizer.” He speaks that last word with the flare of someone who's never heard it used in a good way before.

  I want to wrap my head around it thoroughly. I want to know why daddy's been denied, and why I've been denied as a consequence.

  I bring the covers over my chest and snuggle into the crook of daddy's arm. “I don't get that, though. I understand the whole overpopulation thing. But in school, they only teach one part of it and not the other, not really. They say equality, but they don't say how it does that.”

  He nods. “Nowadays, they're not so upfront about it. It's a dirty little secret. But way back when, they sold mass male sterilization as a way to weaken men's power in the world.”

  “Why?”

  He sighs. “Hmm, it's hard to say. I remember faintly what it was like to be thirteen before the procedure. For me, not being able to come, my orgasm being weak, is... tiring. I don't feel like having sex. I feel like nothing. Just listless. I hear about guys who haven't had it done—or have had it reversed—and it's like they're different people. It's hard to feel like a man when not everything's working right, you know?”