Date: Sat, 18 Feb 2017 19:23:24 +0000 From: Jo HOrny Subject: horny-young-joe-5 I love to hear feedback, especially from horny daddies. My email address is daddyseeker14@gmail.com ------------------------------------------ Part 5 - PRIVACY ISSUES I For days after my visit to meet Mr Dodds I walked around in a daze. Even though he had hurt me whenever I thought about being used like that my little dick got hard. I began to go everywhere with my hands in my pockets, rubbing and touching it as much as I could. He had done a number on my ass, and I showered really carefully two or three times a day to ease the pain. Eventually it felt normal again, although there was always an itch in there, deep down, that I could never quite satisfy. I was on the computer all the time like before, and chatted to guys on the dating sites. I didn't want to meet anyone else just yet. I guess I was a little scared at what had happened to me. A few weeks after the event, and I got a strange message from a gay calling himself DadKnowsBest54. "Hi there boi," the chatbox said. "Hello," I replied. "I've seen your pics." "I haven't sent you any yet," I typed back to him. I was a bit confused. "I know. But I have still seen you." It was a bit sinister, and a shiver ran through me. "How?" "I have seen one of your whole naked body. You look like you are asleep in it." I couldn't work out what he was talking about. "I was chatting to this guy online, and he said you were a hot little fuck. Your pics are amazing." It suddenly hit me. I got really scared and shut down the website. Mr Dodds had shown the pictures he took of me to other men. I sat back in my chair and had the strangest sensation. The idea of my naked pictures being out there for anyone to see filled me with horror. But there was something else there. The guy in the chatroom hadn't laughed at me. In fact her had said I looked amazing. I began to rub myself again. *** The next day he messaged me again. "Hi there Boi!" I paused for a moment, then typed "Hi there Daddy." I realised I was rubbing on my crotch furiously. "I love that you call me Daddy. Is your webcam on?" I looked over and flicked the switch that powered up the camera. The chat window expanded to include two video feeds, one of me and one of the Daddy I was talking to. He was dark skinned, and looked as though his family was from the Middle East. he smiled at me showing a brilliant set of teeth. "Oh baby. You are so pretty!" Daddy said. I looked over the rest of him. I could only see the top part of his chest, but he looked as though he spent a lot of time in the gym. The sight of his hairy pecs made my little cock ache. I smiled back at him and he blew me a kiss. "I hear that you are not a virgin anymore?" He smiled cheekily. I blushed, remembering the abuse I had taken from Mr Dodds. "It's OK baby," he continued, "All young faggots have to be raped. It's what turns their assholes into pussies..." I frowned, subconsciously clenching my ass. "I don't understand. You mean I have a pussy now. Like a girl?" He frowned. "No, not like a girl. This is something you need to get right for the get go. A faggot boi like you is neither male nor female. Hell, a faggot is not really human at all." I was confused by this. I had heard the term `faggot' use as an insult to gay men, but the arab man on my screen seemed to be using it in a different way. My asshole... or rather my pussy was itching in that special hory way, and I had the urge to touch myself there. Instead I stammered, "I have to go now... sorry." As I reached for the webcam switch, the arab said "That's OK Joe, I might text you a bit later on." That stopped me. "How do you have my number?" My mind ran through the events with Mr Dodds. I hadn't given him my number, and my phone had been in my pocket the whole time. The man saw my confusion. "Mr Dodds gave me you number. He said he went through your things while you were asleep or something." It had been when the bastard had made me black-out. "And don't worry," the hairy arab continued, "I live in Mar Vista as well." With that he gave a small wave and turned off his camera. I stared wide eyed at the screen. What did that mean? Did he have my address as well. My wallet had been in my pocket along with my phone, and my address was printed on a card on the inside in case it got lost. I shutdown the computer, and sat back in the chair, biting my lower lip. What kind of trouble had I got myself into now?