Date: Mon, 12 May 2008 22:11:50 +0000 From: Mark Angle Subject: Daddy's Pussyboy 2 Please do not distribute this story without permission from the author. Do not read this story if the themes offend you. Feedback welcome at markangle@hotmail.co.uk . This is a story about incest, intended for mature audiences. It is a work of fiction containing situations and scenes of graphic sex. All legal disclaimers apply. If this topic offends you, do not read any further; and ask yourself why you are at this site. If you are under the age of 18 (21 in some areas) and too young to be reading such material or if you are in a locale or country where it is not legal to read such material then please leave immediately and come back when it is legal for you to do so. We'll be glad to have you back. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events or locations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. If you are offended by dad/son sex, then stop now! If you have a hard time separating fantasy from reality, or if this theme turns you off, you shouldn't continue reading. If you meet the criteria then read on, enjoy, and kindly let me know what you think. On the sites that provide for you to rate the stories or leave comments. markangle@hotmail.co.uk Hank said, "In my family, we're a bit more strict when it comes to old-fashioned values and education." His boy was on his hands and knees on the table. His legs were spread apart. His ass was right in the direction of my face. His dad was doing something with his ass. I realised he was slowly removing a butt-plug that had been there all the time. When I saw that, my ass felt very hollow, all of a sudden. Hank was pulling on the butt plug and letting it be sucked back in again. Each time he did that, his boy moaned. A last Hank pulled the plug out and his boy started gasping like he was in need of air. Hank had a satisfied smile on his face. "A well trained pussyboy. He's in constant need of cock." The boy was twisting and moaning louder, "Please, Dad, please." Hank placed a finger on his son's hole and pushed it in. The boy's ass swallowed it with no resis- tance at all. He started sighing in relief. "Thank you, Dad. More! I need more." Hank loudly gave his son a single spank on the ass. "Quiet, boy. Nobody cares about what you have to say." His tone was cold and a bit mean. Even though I was several feet away, I was pretty sure I could smell the leather Hank was wearing. It wasn't tight like on some of those drawings Daddy had showed me. It was pretty loose, in- credibly black and rather worn. I could feel my asshole getting looser with every one of the few whiffs I was getting. He had the trousers, the high black boots, a very thick jacket under which I could see his torso. It had begun to get a little bit loose and wrinkly with age. On his head, he had a cap, like a old-fashioned military cap, high and with an insignia on the front. It was all black and shiny, like the rest. Abe starting caressing the boy's body. The boy reacted at every touch with a moan or a sigh, sometimes a little scream. Abe said, "Hank, I understand the need for discipline and I approve of it, but I'm fairly sure that I speak for everyone here when I say that your boy is extremely well-behaved. It's actually very nice to hear your boy beg to have his ass played with. You do like your ass played with, don't you, boy?" And the boy answered in a moan, "Yes, Master." Hank's boy was obviously more aware of how things went than I was, and he seemed a lot more comfortable with it. Hank was mak- ing soft circling gestures in the boy's ass with his index fin- ger. The boy was moaning with little screams, "Oh! Thank you, Daddy! Thank you, Daddy. It feels so good!" Abe was caressing the boy with both his hands. My daddy joined in. The boy was ecstat- ic. Abe move the tip of his fingers in front of the boy's face and Hank's son immediately caught the index finger in his mouth and started sucking on it. And Abe said, "Good boy." Hank took his finger out of the boy's ass and turned his son around so that he would be on his back. Hank went back to his son's ass and Abe and Daddy started playing with the boy's tiny nipple. It made him scream loud, but never as if he were in pain. In fact he never seemed to get enough. Daddy and Abe were going hard on his nipples and his dad now had three fingers in the boy's ass. But between his screams, the few words he managed to say were, "Oh! Thank you, Sir! Thank you for this, Sir," and "Oh! Dad! Dad, your fingers feel so good inside my ass. Never ever stop again, Dad!" I thought it was a bit awkward that he was say- ing things like that out loud. Abe stopped playing with the boy's nipples and then Daddy stopped too. Still, Daddy caressed the boy's sore nipples gently and he reacted to Daddy's light touch about as strongly as he had to the strong stuff. Abe kissed the boy, just like he had kissed me, a strong, manly, deep kiss. I made me feel like it connected us. The two of us had Abe in common. And Daddy of course. Now Abe say, "You're a very good, very well-behaved boy, do you know that?" The boy replied, "Thank you, Master." "If you wanted a treat, what would it be?" I was sure he was going to want something in his ass or something like that, but instead he said, "I want to play with Ike's boy, Master." It was a bit strange to see a boy like that making a re- quest to Abe rather tan just doing what he was told. But it made sense too. What he asked would please Abe. I felt proud that I was part of something that was actually meant to please Abe. Abe just smiled, his usual kind, gentle smile, and the two assis- tants, in a few seconds had come out of the darkness, unhooked me and carried me to the table with Hank's boy. For the first time that day, I felt naked. Hank's boy was about my size and I had never been in that situation with some who was my size like that before. Also, I realised that I had felt very safe all tied up, but that being free had become a bit scary. I wanted Daddy. To be in his lap, sucking on his nipple, feeling his dick grow harder under me, the way he always holds me to make me feel better when I get scared. But Daddy, Hank and Abe had all made a step back and they were watching closely. There was no possibility of getting off the table. I don't know why, there just wasn't. So I got into Hank's boy's arms. By that time, I was, of course, naked. He still had his only piece of clothing on, his jockstrap, so our bodies were in full contact. I had no idea how soft and warm his would be. He looked right into my eyes and kissed me. It was a little kiss on the lips, the three men we could see seemed to go "Aww" when they saw that. Hank's boy kissed me again, and then he kissed me the way Abe had kissed us and the way Daddy usually kisses me, by twist- ing our tongues together. He whispered in my ear, "I can still taste your dad's ass. It's great. You're lucky to have such a great dad." I wasn't sure what to say, so I just said back, "You're lucky too." He answered, "I know. My dad is old guard." Then he gently pushed down, so that my back was on the table, and he started kissing and licking down. First my throat, which was an amazing sensation, then my nipples. He'd lick on one while he played with the other with his free hand. He didn't go on me any- where near as hard as Daddy or Abe had gone on him, but the sen- sations were so incredible that I understood why he had trained to take more. I knew anything harder than what he was doing would be too much, but a part of me wanted it anyway. He then played with my bellybutton the place just above my dick. When he took took my dick in his mouth, I heard Daddy say, "It's his first time. That I know of." Hank's boy did things that I didn't know were possible. His mouth was so warm, and there was so much energy in the way he turned his tongue around my dick when it was in his mouth and in the way he was rubbing his lips on my dick's head. He'd even sort of swallow it, and I could feel the top of his throat. I had closed my eyes and had left for a different world of pure pleasure. Then he started licking my balls and then, and then that's what he went down to my ass. That's when I found out that having my ass licked was almost as good as licking Daddy's ass. Hank's boy was lying down between my legs, in front of me, holding my legs up and licking my ass like his life depended on it. I could feel waves of pleasure going over me, like when I can feel the waves of the sea when I lie down in the sand in the right place on the beach. But still, there was something missing. Hank's boy was more than great but he didn't smell like Daddy, or like Abe for that mat- ter. In fact, he didn't smell at all. I was thinking that when something happened. Abe lifted Hank's boy and turned him around. He placed us so that we were each on our side, facing each oth- er's dicks. Hank's boy went back to sucking as fiercely as ever. I started sucking him too. For that part, Daddy knew it wasn't my first time. As we were both sucking, I felt Daddy lifting my leg and exposing my hole to Abe. Hank picked up the butt plug his boy had arrived with and placed it near my face. As a reflex, I inhaled. I under- stood Hank's boy and I were like brothers., now Hank pulled my head away and starting jerking off his son with only two fingers. Hank's boy started moaning, "Thank you, Daddy! Thank you, Daddy!" while Hank made me suck the butt plug. Once again I realised I had no more will of my own when I found myself sucking on the plug without ever having decided to. Just when I felt the butt plug go away and I had to get back on that small dick if I didn't want all this to stop, I felt some- thing cold on my still-exposed asshole. It was Abe's lubed fin- ger. He was trying to get in. The sensations were the most amaz- ing yet. He was touching my anus, but I could feel in my whole body. Abe came to my ear and said, "You're a slut and a whore." And I said, "I'm a slut and a whore, Sir" and my asshole relaxed a bit. "Your own father is giving your ass over to, me." "It's because I'm a worthless whore, Sir." My hole got a little bit looser. Abe said, "And do you know who I am?" "You're my Master, Sir." And his whole finger went in. I was his, ever more.