I was working my first internship at college. Those were the days when I thought that being a lawyer would be one part "Paper Chase" and two parts "L.A. Law." There was nothing so glorious at Pierce and Pierce. They had a steady supply of free labor coming in from the university and rather than being the "star intern," I was just another face in the crowd. Or so I thought.

During my morning rounds as I was delivering mail to the executive offices (how glamorous), I was keeping my head down and going in and out of the offices as quickly and quietly as I could (as I had been directed). I was amazed when one of the executives, Mr. Beechem, took the mail directly from me and said, "Thank you, Michael." How he knew my name, I wasn't sure. We hadn't been introduced -- though I had been greeted officially at a Friday afternoon all-office gathering along with all of the other interns.

Mr. Beechem was a handsome man in his fifties. He had salt and pepper hair and his clothes were perfectly tailored. If I had to choose one word to describe him, it'd be immaculate. I noticed that his nails had been buffed to a fine sheen as they took the mail from me. It felt like Mr. Beechem was saying much more than just "good morning" when he spoke to me. Oddly, throughout the rest of the day, I kept coming back to that moment and it stirred something foreign inside of me.

The next morning, I was particularly excited to do my rounds again. The idea of seeing Mr. Beechem again was intriguing to me. He was there and he thanked me again for the mail. As I started to walk out of his office, Mr. Beecham spoke to me again, "Oh, Michael... I'm having a get together tonight. I was wondering if you would be interested in attending."

I stammered a bit before I agreed. He wrote down his address on the back of his business card and handed it to me. "I look forward to seeing you," he said and I think I blushed.


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When I arrived at his estate, I wasn't surprised by the immaculately-tended grounds or ornate chateau. I was surprised to find that I was the only guest. Mr. Beechem's servant showed me in to the drawing room where Mr. Beechem was waiting.

"Michael, a pleasure to see you!" he exclaimed, genuinely happy to see me. He was a bit less aloof out of his office and definitely more relaxed in his dress and manner, though he was still immaculate. He offered me a glass of wine which I happily accepted. I don't know what I had expected in terms of this get together, but it wasn't being alone with one of the heavy hitters in a legal firm that some people would kill to work for. It took everything I had to not chug my wine.

"I asked you here tonight because you really caught my eye. There's something about you that makes you really stand out," Mr. Beechem said, his eyes boring into mine. He said it with such seriousness that I had a hard time not looking away. "I think you've got what it takes to really go far at Pierce and Pierce and I'd like to help you get there."

I was stunned. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This was terrific news!

"You're going to need a mentor and a protector. There will be a lot of jealousy if anyone knows that I'm sponsoring you. Do you want my help?"

"Oh yes, Mr. Beechem. What would be marvelous," I said, gushing a little more than I would have liked.

"Good," he said, getting up and taking my now empty wineglass with him. As he began refilling it he added, "All you have to do is ask."

It seemed like this was more of a question than a statement and an odd air of anticipation hung over the room.

"Uh, yes, Sir," I stammered. "I'd like your help."

Mr. Beechem handed me my wineglass. He smiled at me as he sat down. "I'm glad to hear it. Will you give yourself over to my guidance?" This seemed like an innocent question but the way that Mr. Beechem asked it, there seemed to be much more to it.

"Y-yes, Sir," I said, taking another drink of my wine as my throat seemed to have gone dry.

Mr. Beechem adjusted himself in his chair, making me realize just how close he was sitting to me. "Excellent. I really want to help you, Michael, and I think I have a lot to teach you." To emphasize the last few words, Mr. Beechem reached out and put his hand on my knee, startling me.

He continued, "I took the time to familiarize myself with all of the personnel records of the interns at the firm and you stood out. Something about what I read and what I've seen told me that you will be open to my tutelage." He had gone from touching my knee to stroking my leg gently. I felt very uncomfortable by his familiarity but, at the same time, it felt nice. And, to get this kind of one-on-one time with Mr. Beechem was invaluable.

"You're in need of a strong father-figure in your life. Someone to protect you, and to fight for you. Someone to make you feel safe. Doesn't that sound nice?"

It did. "Yes, Sir," I admitted.

"And doesn't that feel nice?" he added, his hand now rubbing my thigh. Breathless, I nodded ascent.

His hand continued, going up my leg and pausing slightly as he discovered my erection in my pants. "That's good," he said. "I'll be that person. I'll protect you. I'll help you. I'll make you know it. All that I ask is that you trust me. Do you trust me, Michael?"

His fingers were now stroking the head of my penis through my sheer dress pants. It was if he were tracking every vein and sending electricity straight from my penis to my brain. "Yes, Sir," I managed to say.

"When we're alone like this, I want you to call me 'Daddy,' understood?"

"Yes, S...Daddy." I said. As soon as I said the words, his mouth was on mine and his tongue was exploring my mouth and his hand now squeezed my erection harder.

Mr. Beechem kissed me long and hard, his free hand going through my hair and gripping it tightly.

It was as if he grew to three times his normal size. I felt absolutely tiny in his hands.

Leaning over me, he began pulling me down to the floor, laying me down on the plush rug that dominated the room. Laying next to me, Mr. Beechem quickly had my belt undone and was pushing my pants down before he moved his hands up to unbutton my shirt. His strong fingers found my nipples and he began touching one and then the other. The sensation was unbelievable. I felt like I was melting beneath him. This only intensified as he moved his mouth from mine and to my neck. Biting and sucking, I moaned aloud and this seemed to spur him on even more. Breaking for a second he said, "Tell Daddy that you like it."

"Like it? Oh, Daddy, I love it... it feel so good."

He bit down on my neck, the way a wild animal shows another that it could rip out the weaker beast' s throat at any time. I surrendered to him completely. I was his. I was giving myself to him and he was taking me. As good as he was making me feel, I wanted to make him feel too. I reached out for him, trying to find where his penis could be in his pants.

"Shhh, shh," he said, putting my hands at my side. "Don't worry, Daddy will show you his cock when you're ready. Just be a good boy and let Daddy do what needs to be done."

Mr. Beechem was practically on top of me now as he put his tongue into my mouth once again. I don't know what possessed me, but I began sucking on his tongue. He could feel my suction and began drawing his tongue in and out of my mouth, as if he was making love to it. His fingers wrapped around my bare erection and he began stroking me in time with his tongue.

"That's a very talented mouth you have," he said, looking down at me. "That's good. That's something Daddy' s going to enjoy. But, there's something Daddy needs to take care of first."

Getting between my legs, he pushed them up until they were high in the air. I grabbed the back of my thighs to help keep them up, not sure what was going on. Mr. Beechem undid his pants and freed his penis from his pants. As small as I felt before, I felt even moreso now. This was a man's penis I was seeing. It looked thick and veiny, the head was practically purple and the tip dripped clear liquid from it. Mr. Beechem spread this liquid around the head, adding a bit of his own saliva to the mix. I didn't know what was coming next until he put the now-slick head level with my asshole.

"Tell Daddy who you belong to," he said.

I couldn't lie. I knew the truth about this just as I now knew that he was about to fuck me. "I'm yours, Daddy. I belong to you."

As I said the final word, he moved his hips and pushed the head of his cock inside of me. I gasped and felt suddenly full in my behind.

"Who owns you?" he asked.

"You do, Daddy. You own me."

He pushed deeper into me. It felt like he was going to tear me apart with his manhood.

"Tell me what you need, little boy."

"I need you, Daddy. I need you to fuck me. I need to serve you." Where were these words coming from? I didn't know but they kept coming as he kept pushing deeper inside of me. "I need to be yours, to please you, to make you proud of me. I want to be the perfect boy for you. I want to do whatever you want me to do. I will be good for you, Daddy. I am yours."

He was now completely inside of me. I was completely invaded. I was completely his. He began rocking back and forth, going in and out of me with a steady rhythm. I could see the sweat on his brow and the concentration on his face. I could feel the warm, sweaty hair of his belly as it rubbed against my erection beneath him.

His breathing became hard and his thrusts more intense as I felt his balls slapping against my bottom. It felt as if his erection was getting even bigger now inside of me, growing with each breath. Bigger, and bigger, until there came an incredible sensation inside of me as Mr. Beechem orgasmed. I could feel the semen pushing deep inside of me and going around his penis until it came dripping out of my bottom. He continued to fuck me until his orgasm subsided.

Laying down next to me, spent, Mr. Beechem pulled me close to him, holding me in his arms. I felt safe there. Good. He stroked my hair and I felt like I belonged there with him, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, that I had found where I needed to be.

Mr. Beechem put my mouth onto his nipples and allowed me to feel them get hard under my tongue. It wasn't long until I could see that his penis was stirring again. "Now, show me how well you can use that mouth," he said. I didn't hesitate to take his erection into my mouth as deeply as I could. I choked myself a little in my vigor but soon got used to his girth and could take a good deal of it into my mouth for a few seconds at a time. My hand could barely wrap around the base of his penis completely.

I began stroking him and felt him get even bigger in my mouth. I worked my tongue around the head of his penis, swirling and sucking as best I could. My other hand cupped his heavy balls and he moaned softly as I began pumping my head up and down on him.

I could feel his balls tightening and tried to prepare myself for his orgasm. Even though he had just cum inside of me, his second orgasm seemed no less large as he flooded my mouth, giving me my first taste of semen. I swallowed it down hungrily, loving the sensation of him filling me up and loving that I knew this wouldn't be the last time. I kept sucking, as if I couldn't wait for the next time he would fill me up. Eventually, he pulled me away from his cock and back up into the crook of his arm.

"That's a good boy," he cooed, kissing me deeply. "We're going to be good for one another, I can tell."

From that day, I gained a mentor and counselor but, best of all, I gained a Daddy. One who would use me from then on.