Date: Tue, 10 Sep 2013 23:32:15 -0700 From: Mark Angle Subject: Worshipping Daddy 6 Worshipping Daddy 6 by Mark Angle Legal Disclaimer: This story contains explicit sexual content. If this offends you, or if it is illegal for you to access such con- tent, please do not read. This story is fictional in every way. The characters in this story are not based on real people, alive or dead, and the events in this story are not based on real life events that the author has been a part of or seen. Any similari- ties in names or descriptions are purely coincidental. The author grants the Nifty Archive a non-exclusive, worldwide, royalty-free, perpetual, and non-cancelable license to display the work. If you like this story and want me to continue it, let me know at markangle@hotmail.co.uk or at http://www.markangle.org . NOTICE: Gentlemen, please keep in mind that this, like all of my works, is a work of fiction. It is not modeled on any actual events and it is not intended to be taken literally. Also, I think this will be the last Worshipping Daddy, at least for a while. I'm ready to move on to new things now. I was lying on my back on Daddy's leather sling in our basement. It was that moment where the leather on the sling stops feeling cold against my skin and I can start feeling my own warm sweat against my body. My ankles were kept in leather hoops. Daddy was in front of my ass, he asked, "Why do you have an asshole, boy?" I answered, "I have an asshole so that it can be fucked, Daddy." Daddy nooded and went on, "And WHO fucks your asshole, boy?" Dad- dy's questions were making me feel really good. My head was even spinning a bit. Daddy was caressing the outside of my hole while he was saying that, but only the outside. I answered honestly. I've never had a reason to lie do Daddy. "My Daddy fucks me and any Man that Daddy wants fucks me, Daddy." Daddy said in a low voice, "Any man at all, Daddy wants?" It was getting a bit hard feeling Daddy's finger only on the outside of my hole. I wanted to feel Daddy inside of me so much! But I tried not to think of that and think of what Daddy was saying. "Any man Daddy wants can fuck your boy, Daddy. You're my Daddy. You decide, Daddy. I love everything you give me, Daddy. I always have, Daddy." And Daddy said, "Can anyone else fuck you, boy?" I don't like it when Daddy asks that. I don't even like to think of the possibility. I said, "No, Daddy. Daddy is the only one who decides who fucks his boy, Daddy. The boy couldn't feel good being fucked if it didn't come from Daddy. I love you, Daddy." Daddy leaned over me. I felt his hair on my smooth body, I smelled his scent of man, sweat and tocacco. I could feel the metal and leather of his harness on my chest. And Daddy kissed me. His tongue reached everywhore in my mouth, but the best part was feeling his beard cover my face. Daddy said, lovingly, "You're Daddy little slutwhore, aren't you?" I said proudly, "I'm Daddy's little slutwhore, Daddy." Daddy answered, "You really are, boy." I'd been on that sling most days since that time when Old Joe fucked Daddy and Daddy allowed me to lick Old Joe's cock. After Old Joe came in my mouth that day, he said, "That's two." Then he looked at Daddy and asked, "Are you sure he's ready?" Daddy looked at me, smiled and said, "I'm sure he's ready to try." I noticed that a small crowed of people had gathered around us. Most were stroking their cocks slowly. The two boys from the ta- ble next to me were there too, but they had their hands behind their backs. I liked that the men were looking at me while stroking their cocks, but I found it a bit awkward to see the other two boys. Old Joe took a pot of what looked like white paste. He touched it with his right hand and put some on my hole. It was not as cold as I'd expected. Daddy crouched next to me and said, "This might feel a bit weird at first, boy. Just be honest to Daddy about how you feel and try your, best, okay cumhole?" I said, "Yes, Daddy." Old Joe poked my hole with his finger. It went right in, of course. He used his finger to spread the white paste inside of my hole. Then he took more and slowly coated all of my hole with it, inside and out. It was very, very slippery, I could feel that. Then he started fucking me with a finger. I'd been fucked with a finger often, of course, but this was different. It's really hard to explain, but it was better. Old Joe knew how to do it. He was even better than Daddy, even though I hate to think of it that way. Then he put a second finger in. Old Joe, as I said, was very skinny, and his fingers were very thin, so they were pretty easy to take in my ass. Old Joe managed to fit four fingers inside of my ass and pushe forward, but my asshole was a bit tight and his hands stopped at what I assume was his third knuckles. I heard Joe tell Daddy, "He's ready. I can do this." Daddy whispered in my ear in a deep voice, "Prepare yourself for the ride of your life, boy." My eyes had been closed for a while. Thinking back, it seems ob- vious from the start of what was going to happen, but I was just taking it in at the time, I was accepting Daddy's gifts, not try- ing to think ahead. I don't like thinking ahead when I'm with Daddy, it's almost like doubting him, and one of the things I love the most about Daddy is that I've never had any reason to doubt him. I felt something hard and cold on the edge of my hole, it was a dildo. A big one. A bit bigger than what I was used to. Because of the white paste, it slipped in very easily. Daddy helped by touching my whole body with his hands. I could feel Daddy's man- liness fill my whole body as the dildo filled my ass. Old Joe started fucking me slowly with it. Then stopped. He put more white paste and then started again. But that dildo was a bit big- ger. I felt really tight. I whispered, knowing that Daddy could hear me, "It feels really tight, Daddy." Daddy said very calmly and seriously, "I'll fix it, boy." He slid up from me a bit and put his armpit on my face. He said, "Breath in deep." And I did. I don't know why, but the sensation was even stronger than usual. I started moaning as Daddy strong manscent filled my body and mind, I had such a strong sensation being completely his and belonging completely to him that it al- most took me by surprise when I realized that the big dildo was in me, fucking me slowly. It was still a bit cold, but it felt good. Then Daddy said, "Now clench your ass as hard as you can boy." And I did. I didn't see the point of it, but when Daddy asks me to do something like that, I never question him. We went through the same thing again with a third dildo. I saw later, after we were done with the whole thing. I could not be- lieve it had been in me. After Old Joe removed the third dildo, he tried putting his four fingers in my ass again. Again, they stopped at the third knuck- le. Daddy has his lips right next to my ear and said, "Here it comes, boy. Think of your Daddy. Think of how much you love your Daddy. Think of how you love having your Daddy inside of you of how good, how right it feels to have your Daddy inside of you and be Daddy's cumwhore." As Daddy was saying that, I could feel Joe's hand pushing past the last knuckles and gently, quietly, filling my hole. Then, Old Joe started fucking me very, very slowly with his whole fist. Daddy told me, "Open you eyes, cumdump." I opened my eyes for Daddy. Daddy said, "Look at the man who's fisting you, pussyboy." I looked Old Joe who was somewhere between ecstatic and very se- rious. Now that my eyes were open, I could hear him mumbling, "Cute little hole, adorable little hole, open up for Old Joe lit- tle hole. That's a good, hungry little hole. Relax, take me, let me fill you, little hole. Become a big, sloppy hole for your Dad- dy." I looked at Daddy. I was feeling the hand inside of me sliding in and out. I knew Daddy was to thank for that. Tears of gratitude ran down my eyes. I moaned, "Daddy..." Daddy looked a bit wor- ried. Maybe because of my tears. He said, "Yes boy? Is there something wrong?" I could just say, "I... I love you so much, Daddy." I moaned as I felt Old Joe's hand sliding out. "Daddy said, I love you too, boy." I pucked my lips towards Daddy and Daddy kissed me again. I went on, "Daddy..." Daddy looked deep in my eyes. "Yes, boy?" "Daddy... I'm your boywhore aren't I?" Daddy kindly smiled and gently and quietly said, "Yes, you're Daddy boywhore." The love I was feeling for Daddy was present is every part of my body and my mind. "You're a real man, Daddy." And Daddy said, "I'm absolutely a real man, cumdump." "But me, me... I'm not, am I Daddy?" Daddy kissed me gently and said, "No. You're not, boy. You're a boy, a thing for men like your Daddy to use. Do you like it that way, boy." I smiled. "I do Daddy. I love it so much! Almost as much as I love you, Daddy." All the men around us were stroking their cocks. Some were playing the the two other boy's holes. Some oth- er men were kissing the other boys. I looked at Daddy. "The way they're all looking at me, that's proof that I'm a cumdump to be used by men, isn't it, Daddy? A real man would never do that, would he, Daddy?" Daddy smiled kindly again. He nodded. "That's right. You know that's why they're fucking you. They're real men and boys like you are made to be used by them." Old Joe was in his own world, still mum- bling, "Open up, little hole. Grow big and hungry, little hole. I'll stretch you, you'll see. You'll be able to take two grown men's fists when I'm done with you, little hole. You'll be the hole of a real boywhore. Every man will be able to fuck you." I looked lovingly at Daddy. And so, every night after that night, Daddy tried to open my hole a bit more. Daddy's hands are huge, unlike Old Joe's tiny, skinny hands. Daddy said it would take a little bit of time, but he would get in there. I trust him. A few days ago, he put blindfold on me. The good kind, with the little cushions on the eyelids so there's no way I can open my eyes. Daddy told me to repeat, "This boy is for men to use. The hole, the body and the mind of the boy are the toys and instru- ments of his Daddy." I repeated it. I knew it to be true. But I like it better when it's spoken in Daddy's low voice. Daddy had not touched me after he had asked me to say it and my hole was missing Daddy's touch. They I felt a finger on my hole. It was finding its way in. Then a cock near my nose. Then hands hard on my nipple that made me scream. They a low broken voice that said, "Yeah, scream like a fucking little bitch, cunt." Daddy must have been happy with how well I was doing. I felt three different men trying to put their fists in my hole. Two succeeded. I never saw them. I did not need to. I trust my Daddy. Finally, one night, Daddy slowly slipped his own huge hand inside of me. He looked straight into my eyes. He didn't ask or say any- thing. I just said, "I'm completely yours, Daddy." And we both knew it was true. Later that night, Daddy ended up sitting down in the big wooden chair by the sling, slowly stroking his dick. I crawled to his feet and started licking them, kissing them. I licked the soles and between the toes. I wanted to be even lower beneath Daddy. I held Daddy's feet against me. I was at my place, at Daddy's feet, beneath him, with my hole, at last open enough for yet another part of him. I can't wait to find out what's next. Every moment that I'm alive I love my Daddy more. Do you want more? markangle@hotmail.co.uk