Centre of Attention

A Short Story from the Daddy and Simon Series

by lunus (lunus.erotica@googlemail.com)
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This version posted on Monday, 12th April 2010.
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   This story is from a growing series, involving the dynamic between two
characters; Simon and Peter, a couple in their late twenties.  Their
relationship is heavily involved in age play, with Peter being the
controlling parental role, Simon being the subservient, compliant partner.

   While there are strong themes of Adult Baby (AB), Diaper Lover (DL) and
homosexuality (MM); Simon plays as a child between the ages of 7 and 16,
and Simon is bisexual.  Therefore there should be expectation of more
adult-adult interaction and involvement of females.

Centre of Attention

Simon had been a very good sissy indeed, thought Peter.  Not only had he completed the chores before he'd got home from work, but he'd made himself extra-specially beautifully feminine for the night ahead. Simon was to be on show later, to some friends and Peter had asked him to make a very big effort, as he was to be the centre of attention.  Few knew the full extent of their relationship - a loving union was there for all to see - but a select group of friends, mostly made online, were very aware of how far Simon was prepared to go to please his Daddy.  After the last party they held, Simon had been very sore for days!  Simon had been spanked, beaten and used.  Fearing that his Daddy wouldn't love him with his body peppered with bruises and welts, he'd cried not from the pain, but the shame and the visible signs appearing on his skin.

One burly, hairy and smelly man had eyed him early on at the party as he took around drinks, curtseying as his Daddy had told him.  The man eventually asked Peter if he could feel up the faggot.  Peter asked Simon if he objected, knowing full well a chat earlier had denied him any recourse to do so.  Simon curtseyed, then turned and bent over, revealing his nappy under the frilly skirt.  The man's eyes lingered and admired the shape of the sissy's legs in the baby pink stiletto pumps, before reaching out to caress the upper thighs above the white fishnet stocking tops.  Simon had felt so ashamed allowing such a hideously ugly and perverse man to touch his bare thighs in front of a room full of people, and felt a new level of torment as he tried not to show his disgust when the man reached between his legs to feel the chastity device covering his toy.  Immediately, his instinct was to flinch away, but Daddy had expressly denied him any choice in who was able to touch him.

After this public exhibition and a few more drinks, the man asked Peter if he could have a private play somewhere.  Peter told him to ask Simon to show him his room, but warned him to keep marks under clothes, and only open-hand slaps on the face.  The man approached Simon, who was sat on a little plastic chair in the corner and told him what his Daddy had said.  Simon held out his hand and the ugly man grasped it, squeezing it more than a little too hard - Simon's eyes began to water and as he clenched his teeth, the man grinned and pecked Simon on the cheek.  At the top of the stairs, they turned into Simon's room and he curtseyed as the man shut the door and locked it.  He told Simon he was a very slutty cock tease and as his Uncle he would punish him for acting such a way.  Simon denied this, telling him that as a sissy faggot boy he couldn't help making such handsome and burly men aroused.

Simon's make-up had been immaculate, but now he knew his Daddy wasn't there to stop his Uncle doing things to him and his eyes welled up making a mess of his mascara.  His begging and promises of changes to his behaviour didn't calm his Uncle, who seemed intent on dishing out some painful punishment.  Out of a bag he carried, he removed a gag with an inflatable cock shaped piece for the mouth.  He attached this to Simon's head, hushing him and telling him that he needn't make any noise as his Daddy would be too ashamed that Simon wasn't taking his punishment properly.  His mouth began to fill as the cock grew in length and girth, and just when Simon thought his mouth would simply split in two, the man raised his hand. Simon closed his eyes, the man slapped him hard across his cheek.  He coughed into the gag, feeling the sensation of a sting and its warmth spread under his make-up.  The other hand was raised and again, Simon's closed eyes hid its approach but did nothing to remove the pain.

Simon was sobbing into the gag, and the man told him that he was such a good faggot for not stopping him with his hands.  Simon hadn't thought of this; his hands had remained at his sides, just as Daddy had taught him to when receiving a slap.  With that in mind, Simon felt more confident that he'll behave through the punishment.  As the man pushed Simon down to his knees, he stared at his Uncle's eyes through tears.  As his Uncle proffered to his crotch, Simon kept his stare and released the belt and unfastened the trousers.  His Uncle withdrew the belt from the loops and guided Simon to put his hands on the edge of the vanity and stare into the mirror.  When his Uncle approached into view, his Uncle's cock was bobbing aloft and Simon couldn't help notice how big it was - and therefore how much it would hurt if his Uncle used his botty.  His nappy was pulled away from him and it fell, heavy with his urine, around his ankles.  He was told to present and Simon braced for the belt.  His Uncle was much more vicious than Daddy.  On each stroke, Uncle had reminded him what a dirty little faggot slut he was and how pathetic he was as a sissy.  Hit after hit came down and Simon was sure he was bleeding, his legs trembled and his body felt elsewhere.  The welts made him sting all over his behind and down to just above where Daddy liked his skirts to finish.

When it was over, Simon was streaming with tears, crying into the gag.  To his shame, he realised he had both piddled down his leg onto his nappy and his uncle used a tissue from the vanity to wipe his botty.  He was rough with him, not really taking time, just functionally wiping away the mess.  When his botty was clean, the man sloshed some lotion over the botty, carelessly, then told the faggot to pull up his nappy.  Simon pulled up his used nappy and felt the cold piddle against his sore skin.  He then was told to sit at the vanity as his Uncle masturbated into his face.  It only took his Uncle about two minutes before jet after jet of hot cum spewed over the sissy's cheeks, reminding Simon of the two large, visible hand prints on each one.  His Uncle removed the gag roughly and then tossed it back in his bag.  He used Simon's dress to clean up his cock and then dressed.  He told Simon to think about being a cock tease in future, while sitting alone for an hour.  He was then to fix himself up and then come apologise to him for being such a faggot.  

His Uncle left and Simon stared at the mess of a face he had.  Simon used some lotion to remove all the mess on his slutty face and started again.  He then used some tissue to try get the semen out of the dress, but it was obvious what it was, against the pink fabric.  He then turned to inspect his botty, dropping his nappy gingerly as it peeled off his very red skin.  Some of the welts were purple, and on sitting down again, he realised how sore his bottom would be for a while.  An hour dragged by and Simon steeled himself.  Tottering down the stairs in his heels, he walked into the room and curtseyed to his Uncle.  He apologised loudly for being such a faggoty slutty cock tease and he asked his Uncle to forgive him.  His Uncle said he accepted the apology but could not believe the mess Simon had made of his dress.

"But Uncle, I couldn't get it out of the material!"  Simon dropped to his knees, turning to Daddy, "I'm sorry for being a sissy slut, but I can't help if my dress got dirty, Daddy - I tried so very hard to get all Uncle's cum out of my dress, I promise."

Peter opened his mouth in mock disgust.  "You filthy little slut fairy.  You're blaming your Uncle?"

"No Daddy, I know it is my fault for being such a cock tease that Uncle had to get cum on me, but I can't clean it out."

Peter stood up and got out his cock.  He smiled and said, "In that case, it's ruined.  You're all spoilt and bruised.  I figure we best make a real mess of you, so it reminds you why little cock-sucking faggots like you should take better care of their appearance."

As the adults all stood up, they were wanking over Simon, knelt at their feet.  Hot streams of piss first soaked his face, dress and hair.  Next, one by one, the men all shot their sperm all over his dress.  Simon was so ashamed.  When everyone had finished, Daddy picked up Simon under the arms, placing him on his high heels.  Daddy told him since he was so ruined, they didn't need him any more and sent him to bed, telling him to use a towel beforehand and he'd have to be cleaned properly in the morning.  Simon started to weep and then turned to the door.

Peter shouted "No bed time story for Simon tonight.  You've been such a bad faggot-slut."

Simon cried himself to sleep, while everyone listened on the baby monitor.

The next morning, Peter woke Simon, bringing him a small beaker with watered down orange juice.  He hugged Simon and told him he was very proud of him and that he had been a super-star as the centre of attention last night.  Telling Simon he'd received many texts, emails and voice messages thanking Simon for playing the part so well - all the guests had really enjoyed it - especially his Uncle Kevin.

"But Daddy, you were so mad at me, I thought you didn't love me any more for spoiling my dress and getting all bruised."  Simon was so confused.

"That was part of the game, Simon; if I didn't go through the motions of treating you like a very bad girl, you'd not have felt like a bad girl.  Think of it as some training, as part of becoming the perfect little sissy daughter for me.  I love you Simon.  The dress can be replaced and your bruises will heal - but not before reminding you to be a good girl."  Peter smiled and ruffled Simon's hair.

"I love you Daddy.  I'll be the best sissy girl I can be for you.  I promise."

"I know you will, Simon."

