After a few intense days around the house, Thomas was beginning to lose hope that he could find a way to break out of his current slump of a life. But soon he got an e-mail back from Daddy James, the suburban daddy looking for a son. The e-mail requested a bit more information about Thomas and a few pictures, including ones of Thomas on his hands and knees. Thomas flew to the camera and quickly took the pictures and sent it to the waiting master.
After what felt like the longest hour Thomas was given an address and time and was told not to be late. Thomas was going to be a slave for a daddy and he couldn't be happier. Thomas quickly packed a bag.
Samson walked into the apartment building to see Thomas quickly race by heading to the bedroom.
"What are you up to?" asked Samson walking into the bedroom to see Thomas packing a single suit case.
"I'm leaving," Thomas answered shoving some underwear into the suitcase," I don't think I'll be back."
"Where are you going?" asked Samson crossing his arm against his chest, unamused.
"I found a room in the suburbs," answered Thomas picking out some socks," I'm going to go live with a daddy who will take care of me."
"Yeah, that makes sense," said Samson," You can't adult so you're going to let someone do it for you."
"Exactly," Thomas agreed," I've been accepted to be a slave for my new daddy. He will be my master and take care of me. I'm leaving you, Samson."
"Good," Samson said content.
"I'm leaving, you can keep all my stuff. I don't need it," Thomas replied remember what Daddy James had said about his son wearing what he wants.
"Have you even thought this through?" Samson asked leaning against the wall.
"Yes and yes. I'm not happy here and you're not happy with me," Thomas replied finishing packing his bag," So I'm leaving."
"Are you sure?" asked Samson," He could be a murder!"
"He has good reviews on the site," countered Thomas," I gotta get going. I don't want to be late for my master."
"Fine then. Go," Samson said getting out of the bedroom entrance," Leave and don't come crying back to me."
"I won't," Thomas said and got his shoes and jacket on and headed out of the door.
Thomas left the cramped apartment and let out a sigh of relief. He made his way to the subway station and took the next train out to the suburbs.
After the subway was a bus ride, followed by one of the smaller community buses that run once an hour.
It was late by the time Thomas had arrived at Daddy James' house. It was a nice community from what he could see. Very white fence, everyone would know everyone and kids play in the streets kind of vibe.
Thomas walked up to the door and rang the door bell.
After a minute the door opened to reveal a big powerful looking man before Thomas. He was tall and thick with muscles, at least 6'4". He had a beautiful mix of salt and pepper hair and we'll trimmed beard. He was wearing some reading glasses and held a glass of Scotch.
"Are you Thomas?" He asked looking down at Thomas, his voice deep and commanding.
"I am," Thomas answered feeling nervous but knowing it was too late to back down now.
"You're late and it's past curfew," said Daddy James with a tone of disappointment and stepped aside and allowed Thomas to come in.
Thomas was lead into the house and to the living room where the faint smell of cigars was in the air. The living room had a massive TV and an amazing sound system and all the latest video game consoles. The walls had a few very Dadcore movie posters up, including the Godfather, Casino and Pulp Fiction.
Daddy James took a seat on a leather chair that was showing some character by how well it was used. Thomas took a seat on the couch across.
"So, you want to be my son?" Daddy James asked looking at Thomas with a look that he had only felt from men in positions of power, like a boss or principal at school.
"Yes sir," Thomas said.
"Why is that?"
"Life is just too hard out there and I like to be taken care of," Thomas answered honestly," I'm sick of the grind and the adult responsibilities and just want to be a teenager again."
"Sounds like what I'm looking for," Daddy James said," Stand up."
Thomas shot to his feet and Daddy James came by and inspected Thomas. Thomas felt a little insecure about his plump body being judged and man handled, but at the same time he could feel Daddy James' thick dick brush up against him a few times.
"Yes, I think you will do," Daddy James said jiggling Thomas's belly," I want my boy to be a greedy, spoiled brat who just wants to laze around, play video games and grow fatter. Think you can do that?"
"I know I can!" Thomas answered feeling his dick get harder.
"If you're too much of a brat I will punish you," Daddy James said," and if you're a good growing boy I will reward you.."
Thomas could feel Daddy James dick press between his butt cheeks and he yearned for it.
"Yes Daddy," Thomas moaned.
"Great," Daddy James said and grabbed a pile of papers," Here are the legal papers to sign."
Thomas took the papers and read them to himself.
It was mostly in legalese but there were plain English explanations under each subject.
Thomas was to obey his new father figure, dress as his father figure wanted, maintain the illusion that he is the son of Daddy James, do whatever Daddy James asks of him, that Daddy James would take care of food, lodging, clothing and medical for him and so on. Thomas also noticed that there was an escape clause if Thomas was greatly injured or Daddy James outgrew him.
Thomas signed right away.
"Welcome home son," Daddy James said with a smile.
"Thanks, Daddy," Thomas said giving his new dad a hug.
"Let me show you to your room," Daddy James said and lead him deeper into the house.
They arrived at a room close to the master bedroom and Thomas saw that it was set up for a teenage boy. A nice big bed, a TV and video game console, a computer, a few books with some figures on them and a dresser.
"We'll go shopping tomorrow to get you some clothes and some other touches," Daddy James said.
"Thanks Daddy," Thomas said delighted.
Wait.. is Thomas an only child?
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