Date: Sat, 31 May 2008 23:44:34 +0100
From: Anthony Thomas <ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Daddy Part 6

DADDY by Ant who can be contacted at ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk

[A graphic gay sexual scene containing bondage, watersports, S&M, group
sex].

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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.

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Chapter Six

The almost evil grin on his face should have warned me when he jerked on my
leash and pulled me away from the vehicles into the middle of the car park
where my naked body was in full view of all and sundry. This was not a one
hundred percent gay meeting place at night, usually gay to my right,
straight to my left and any other mix in the middle.  This wasn't the club
where participant or otherwise, everyone knew the scene.  The voices I
could make out confirmed my fears, male and female, shock, horror, laughs,
encouragement to my control, but no sound I realised of engines starting
and people rushing away.

Cars were parked all round the edges of the park where shadow and trees
gave some camouflage but out here in middle where the ground dipped
slightly retaining an obvious pool of mud we were in full and uninterrupted
view, helped considerably by an almost full moon.

He walked me into the deepest part of mud pool where my feet were half
covered and then reached into Daddies bag and removed a pair of large
double ended clips which he reached over and used to clip the straps at my
wrists to a couple of rings on my lower body harness.  I was right; he did
seem to know what everything was for.  It just remained to be seen if he
was experienced enough to use them, and me, properly. Next he brought out a
metal weight on a eighteen inch chain and motioning me forward clipped it
to the strap round my cock and balls allowing the weight to fall from his
hand and jerk horribly on my balls.

'Go and stand in the mud, open your legs and then don't move!  Don't dare
move.  Get your head up so people can see your face better.  Don't say a
thing, nothing at all.  I don't care how much you yell or scream or moan.
Got it?'  With that last he slapped my face a couple of times and I almost
answered before just turning it into a grunt and nodding my head.  'Good.'

Raising my head whilst slowly shuffling back I got a better look at his
body than had been possible before.  Just wearing some loose dirty cotton
shorts and trainers I could see a nicely buffed olive skinned body his
early twenties with no body hair to be seen apart from quite thick dark
curls on his head.  He had Daddies bag of tricks on his shoulder and
delving in pulled out his belt and his cat.  'One now and one later.  Your
choice.'  He held them both toward me, one in each fist, also making sure
our audience could see what he held even if too far away to hear.

Daddies belt was a two inch wide well used three foot length of flexible
leather and his cat was made up from twenty two foot lengths of one eighth
inch rubber with the top third bound round into a handle.  I knew exactly
how that was made as Daddy had allowed me to design and assemble it under
his directions and there were several earlier variations he'd considered
didn't hurt me enough when he experimented with them.

I also knew from experience the cat after my arse had been belted red could
actually cause short term damage and so nodded at the cat, it only half
crossing my mind at that moment what a crazy situation this was. Not only
were my feet standing a couple of feet apart in a muddy puddle with a heavy
weight hanging from my balls, apart from that the only clothing I possessed
were a few leather straps and harness, standing all around were a group of
people most of whom had never seen anything like it before but knew now I
was about to be whipped and I had just responded as if it were the most
natural thing in the world that I would be asked what implement would be
used to inflict pain on my body.

Somehow, natural or not, it was right.  Daddy had lent me out to this lad
who wanted to hurt and humiliate me in public and that was Daddies choice.
Just the sight of those implements had anyway sent me half way back to
where my body had been in the club. I was astonished at how easy it seemed
to separate my mind and look at myself from another perspective.  Someone
else watched the lad walk round my body and out of sight, someone else felt
the lash of Daddies cat land across his back and whilst the body swayed
little sound escaped through the clenched teeth.

Even so, a body has to breath from time to time and at the third lash,
which landed over my buttocks, I discovered myself moaning as my body
swayed back and forth from the assault also causing the weight hanging from
my balls to swing at its own rate.

'Don't just watch from back there.  Why not come closer and watch him
really get used?  Don't be shy.'

'Don't it hurt him?' I heard a female voice ask.

'Of course,' that came from my abuser, 'that what I enjoy.  He'll be hurt a
lot more before this nights finished.'

'But what about him? How can he enjoy it?' came that female voice again,
from somewhere behind me.

'Who said he had to enjoy it?'

Opening my eyes I discovered several male bodies of varying descriptions
standing within view, one with female company.  All of them appeared to be
looking at my cock with its swinging weight apart from the one with the
girl who was staring intently at my face.

'Whip him again,' I heard someone say, and strokes landed back and front,
shoulders paired with chest, lower back with stomach, arse paired with
groin.  I yelled.  He'd pulled back slightly on the stroke but even so the
throngs landing on and wrapping round my tender cock and balls were
excruciating sending a sharp pain right through my groin and causing my
body to almost double up and loose balance.  I just managed to steady my
body but to my horror felt a blast of wind escape from my backside,
realising the same time my bladder was also requiring release.

'That's disgusting,' came from the irritating female behind me.  It was, I
could also feel some liquid escape from my bowels running down my leg but
had no idea what it was.

You'd be the same if your arse had been raped like his tonight.

'Is he gay then?'

Do it matter?  His arse and mouth available for anything that comes out of
your cock?  Anybody want him?'

'Go on Paul,' from that whiney female behind me, 'You know we cant tonight,
it's the wrong time.  Lets see you do his face, there's nothing gay about
that.'

'Can I really?' asked a young rough male voice, 'I'm randy enough to fuck
anything tonight but I ain't gay.'

'That's OK.  You don't need to be gay to fuck a mouth.'

'How do I get him to do it?' asked the rough voice as a teenage bother boy
walked round in front of me.  He was about five foot nine, well built
though I could see him going to fat in a few years but right now his body
was in peak perfection in dirty, torn tight jeans with a leather bikers
jacket and body hugging dirty tee undershirt.  I was torn between looking
at the bulge his hands were rubbing in his jeans and his face where
startling white teeth showed in a dark sun bronzed face with the tip of a
pink tongue just pushing through.  He may never have used a man before but
I could see the idea was getting him off.

'Just tell him what you want; how you want him, then it's up to you. Fuck
his mouth or piss in it, whatever turns you on.  He's yours.'

Daddy had already passed me over to this lad for a session and now the lad
was passing me around to all and sundry in turn as if it the most natural
thing in the world.

'Come here and kneel,' said the dirty teen as he unzipped his fly.

I moved forward slightly and knelt down at the edge of the mud pool a few
inches from a short fat uncut cock.  I could feel the heat escaping from
his groin and smell stale piss among other things.

He thrust his groin forward reaching my lips with his smelly cock that was
already starting to rise to its operating size and position, about five to
six inches but being well compensated for any shortcomings there by its
breadth.

'You nick it with your teeth and I'll knock your fuckin' head off,'
accompanied by a slap to my head that nearly bowled me over.

Opening my mouth as wide as possible I inched forward slowly allowing him
to enter my mouth, attempting to wash his cock with my tongue on the way.
I was right, his cock was dirty, stale piss, sweat, smeg, it was all I
could do not to gag and I felt him stumble, but then he grabbed hold either
side of my head by my hair to steady himself.

'Fuck boy!  She wont even put her mouth on it, says it's too big, let alone
wash it like that.  You're better than a hand job already.'

Those words and the feel of his hands grabbing my hair were all it took to
pull my chain and I decided to give him a blow job to remember though
somehow, given the present situation, I thought it unlikely he'd be
forgetting in a hurry.  As my mouth slowly swallowed his cock I found it
more and more difficult to wash due to the lack of space for my tongue to
operate and so concentrated on tightening my lips and slowly moving my head
just slightly back and forth. Judging by the trembling I could feel through
his cock from his body he was really getting into it now and I risked
raising my hands behind him to his buttocks and pulling him suddenly
forward, my nose jamming into his sweaty smelly groin and his cock almost
choking me, then pulling my head back against his hands in my hair so just
the first inch of his cock lay on my teeth.

'I ain't fuckin gay!  Get your hands off my arse!'

I merely grabbed his cheeks through the denim again and pulled his cock
rapidly through my tight lips, and then pulling against his hands once more
pulled back, this time slightly massaging his cheeks.

He didn't complain that time, or the next couple of thrusts I encouraged.
Then when his cock was lying just that inch in my mouth I slacken my lips
and grabbing tighter at his arse also used my teeth to nibble on his cock.
He pulled right out and letting go of my hair slapped me round the side of
my head causing my body to overbalance and fall to one side in the mud
pool.  Half expecting something of the sort I was able to resume my earlier
position almost at once, my hands by my side and looking up at his face.

'You like that then?  You want me to hit you? Hell what are you?  Stupid?'

'He's my boy and he's here to be used and abused.  Of course you can hit
him, what ever you like, just nothing broken and no blood.  I need his body
available later for myself.'  That was Daddy.  He was watching and
enjoying.  I smiled.

'What are you smiling at boy?' asked the boy, 'Come here, I'll give you
something to stop you smiling.'

He undid his belt pulling it through the hoops of his jeans allowing them
to fall to the ground with one hand and used the other to grab my hair and
twist pull my head so my mouth lay under his almost hairless dangling
balls.  'Clean them if you know what's good for you.'

I knew what was good for me but did as instructed anyway.  Like his cock
they were rank with stale sweat and piss but as the taste of his cock was
still in my mouth managed to swab them down without too much difficulty,
even taking each one into my mouth and pulling down sufficiently to make
him gasp. I could feel his continually erect cock slapping against my
forehead from time to time so it was obviously working for him.

As I let his second ball sac escape my mouth he pulled away again and used
his hand again to slap me across my face, back and forth.  'I said to
clean, not suck. I can see why you need to be punished, not doing what
you're told.  Now get up here so I can fuck your face.'

Straightening up I felt him place his belt around my neck and pull my head
forward until my open mouth met and enveloped his rampant cock. He just
laid the first couple of inches inside my mouth and said, 'You won't be
nibbling on me again will you?' and accompanied that question with a
tightening pull of his belt around my neck.  As I just allowed my lower
teeth to rise and slide along the under shaft of his cock he continued,
'You know better than to nibble your food by now don't you?'

I brought my upper teeth down and spent a couple of moments very lightly
seesawing my teeth back and forth, left and right while he held my hair in
one hand and his belt in the other, slowly pulling it tighter round my
neck.  He was getting off on this - and so was I.

Finally the belt closing round my neck became too much and I had to pull
off his cock.  Immediately he pushed his hand in my face and shoved me over
on my back into the mud pool.  'Told you not to chew your food,' he said
with a big grin.  'Naughty boys need to punished.'

Looking up I could see that at sometime he'd removed his jeans completely,
also his jacked and T and was just standing there, all five foot nine
inches of what really was a fantastic teen age body.  Probably worked on a
building site as almost full tan apart from a section round his groin and
even that had been allowed some exposure.  Quite long black greasy hair but
very little on his well-defined body that was running with sweat. Straight
or gay, he had no qualms about showing his body of in mixed company or in
having his way with mine.

I lay back in the mud looking up that body as he walked forward to stand
astride and lifting one dirty boot placed it on my stomach pressing down
slightly.  When I only looked back at him with a slight gasp his smile
increased and placing that foot back beside me raised the other dirty boot,
staring now directly into my eyes.

I managed a very slight nod of acceptance and he brought it down between my
thighs, pressing directly against my cock and balls.

'Hey wait for us,' I heard a shout somewhere in another life, 'We were
promised a go with him as well.'