Date: Thu, 26 Jun 2008 23:23:32 +0100 From: Anthony Thomas Subject: Daddy [gay] 18 DADDY by Ant who can be contacted at ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk [Graphic gay sexual scenes containing bondage, watersports, S&M, group sex]. -------------------------------------------------- If you are likely to be offended by this or under the age of consent then please go away or suffer the consequences. Otherwise - Hopefully Enjoy. ---------------------------------------------------------- Chapter Eighteen [You may find the continuity sucks from Cpt 17. This will be because I've re-written 17 and you should download the new version] He stood up and took the case behind me and after some fumbling placed a hand on my back, 'Raise your arse up boy,' obviously not high enough as his hand moved to jerk on my neck chain, 'higher.' I felt the tip of a dildo or butt plug positioned at my hole and his hand moved to my shoulder to push down slightly, 'Now get your arse back down on that.' He reached forward without any further speech and grabbed my right hand, pulling it back to clip the leather wristband to my left leg, then my left wrist to my right leg. Now it was only my knees that held my arse away from what I now realised was a dildo and I also knew with the angle my body was now bent backwards they would be unable to hold me up for long. That I should slowly plug myself was Karl's intention, he told me so on his return to my front where he sat watching my face. 'I don't see why I should do all the work when you're quite capable of hurting yourself for me to watch.' After the invasion he undertaken of my arse less than ten hours ago you'd think I'd find taking a dildo up there an easy option. That was not the case. He'd lubed it well and I was not yet aware he'd used the eight-inch version; even so I was finding it painful and difficult to allow the intrusion even though my thighs were already complaining about the strain. He decided to help things along, firstly by attaching a pair of nipple clamps, then holding a bottle of poppers under my nose, then putting his face right up to mine, his hands on my shoulders and telling me, 'Get your arse fully plugged or I'll hit you boy.' That all helped and I managed to sink my body back down till my arse cheeks were resting on my ankles. That hurt and I didn't want to sit any deeper down until my body had time to acclimatise. Karl bent forward and looked behind me the sat back and grinned, that little half grin that I'd come to realise was a sign of his other side, what I thought of as his feral side. 'That's cheating,' he said, 'Get your arse right down on that cushion I allowed you in my mercy.' I shook my head. 'You know I'm going to hit you then?' I nodded. 'You want me to hit you?' I shook my head. 'But you'll let me?' I nodded, and smiled. That smile may have been a mistake as one hand darted out to grab my hair strongly and the other was used to swipe across my face, back and forth, back and forth, time after time after time and not holding back much on the force either. Then he let my head slump and switched to my stomach, some light punches followed by slapping till it turned red and heated up. 'Must remember to get gloves before I hit your face again,' he murmured, 'less chance of damaging my hand then.' Damaging his hand? What about damage to me, I couldn't help whimpering and moaning, the tears rolling down my face, my head hurt, my stomach hurt, my arse? My arse had swallowed the dildo right the way down and was now sitting cheeks flush to the cushion. At least one thing was better. Karl noticed when that happened and stopped hitting me. He gave me another sniff of poppers and as the buzz hit put his tongue out and licked the tears of pain from my face. He said something about, 'We should share everything, good or bad,' and then he kissed my brow, each eye, and briefly, my lips. Oh Karl! Do you really know how you affect me? It didn't matter; he had another idea. A connection from my neck chain back down between my ankles pulled my head backwards restricting body movement even further and making it almost impossible to see my groin without causing probable strangulation. His fingernails scratched down my chest, dug into my nipples, then continued over my sore stomach and bypassed my achingly erect cock to score down my thighs. Was it my slight moan of disappointment, the look on my face, or just common sense? He looked down at and slapped at my cock with his hand, 'Did I miss something out then boy?' I kept my mouth shut, or rather I didn't say anything. 'You didn't expect me to service your cock boy did you?' He'd slid back and bent down, looking at my cock from a matter of inches whilst continuing to bat it back and forth. 'You must be stupid boy. I abuse you and yet you stay hard.' He was really hitting it now and at times including my balls. My moans were becoming more distinct and turning into little yelps. I couldn't help it. 'Bout time I filled your mouth with something to shut you up.' He sprung upright and placing first one leg then the other over my shoulders forced my body and head to strain further back and somehow tightening the chain round my neck in the process. I was already having some trouble in breathing when his rampant cock stuck itself in my open mouth and part way down my throat. 'You shouldn't have any trouble swallowing at this angle,' and he slowly thrust his cock into my mouth as thoroughly as the dildo shoved up my arse. It was a matter of accepting the intrusion and allowing it full access or strangling on my neck chain as my head was forced back more and more. I accepted it, it was easier to swallow his cock right down without gagging in the process but did he have to strangle me and break my back in the process? Karl stood still as a statue and holding mty head tightly rocked it back and forth, using my mouth to wank his cock. This was different to my giving him a blowjob, it was even different somehow to having my face fucked, he just stood there, saying nothing and using me, as he would once have done his hand. His groin smelt of fresh Karl and sweat, my eyes focused on the dark wiry hairs as they pulled back and then crushed my nose again, and again. I had to concentrate on something else than my bent back and I anyway loved the smell of fresh Karl at any time. His thighs clenched either side of my head and I felt his cock in my mouth throb and shot, one, two, three times straight down my throat where I couldn't taste him. Then he managed to pull back and continued, swamping my mouth with his juice. 'Don't swallow boy,' and stepping away he knelt down watching me swirl his juice round my mouth. 'Now open your mouth and let me see it full of my cum.' As I obeyed from either side of my full mouth a mixture of his juice and my spit escaped and ran down to drip from my face to my chest. 'You are a dirty boy,' he said as he cleaned his cock down with his hand and then wiped that through my hair. 'Your dirt Sir,' I smiled up at him after swallowing the last contents of my mouth. 'Better give you some more then, close your eyes and keep your mouth open boy.' Oh Yes! It didn't get much better, drinking and covered head to foot with his piss made me feel really a part of Karl for a few moments, when he covered my body with what had been part of himself. Sure enough, a few moments later a hot stream of acrid piss hit the side of my face, quickly being steered into my open mouth. As that filled and I swallowed he walked the stream around, in my ear, through my hair, down my back, the other ear, then back to my mouth to finish off. Oh heaven, I was soaked with Karl, stank of Karl and, as he used a towel to wipe my brow and eyes, looked straight at Karl. 'You enjoyed that boy?' I nodded with, I just knew, a silly smirk on my face. 'Cant have that can we?' He rummaged around in that case again and came out with a short cardboard tube he stuck in my mouth and told me to grip with my teeth. Then he came up with a candle he proceeded to stick in the tube. Oh! I could see where this was going, yes, there followed a the flick of a lighter with the flame being applied to the wick which soon flared away. 'You can move your head up and down but if side to side you'll meet this, he showed me his fist. 'And if you spit it out I'll use that belt on your front like I did your arse last night. You hear me boy?' I nodded, the first drips of wax falling from the end onto my upper chest. Karl saw that and moved behind me to slacken off the chain. At least I found it easier to breathe now. On the downside the wax would now fall almost directly onto my cock and balls, my tender cock and balls I discovered. He sat down cross-legged before me with the wine bottle in one hand, 'This is going to be interesting.'