Date: Sun, 25 May 2008 01:54:41 +0100 From: Anthony Thomas Subject: Daddy Cpt 2 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]. -------------------------------------------------- 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 Two ------------------------------------------------- There was a quick squirt of cold lube up my hole and then an even colder plug was stuck slightly in. I had seen what was going to be used on me, a six inch solid metal plug that opened out twice to a breadth I'd never get my fingers round and then back down to a very narrow shaft on a small oval plate. What I'd not been ready for was how cold it felt or how quickly it was forced in my arse to the first stop. For the brief moment the plug had been in my view I'd not taken much attention to the fact there was another stop to go. My hole had not been violated since the previous weekend and so there had been time for it to recover somewhat, not to mention the plug was not only very cold but also very solid. I couldn't help but gasp. 'Who told you to make any noise?' someone asked, 'Here comes the rest!' That time I yelped and my body spasmed on the table. 'Can't have him thrashing around. Someone strap his body down.' While pair of hands played with my strapped cock and balls whilst twisting and turning the plug to get full deep access some others passed and fastened a pair of straps across my back and waist leaving me fully fastened to the table at a right angle, my legs still just on the floor, my cock and balls dangling free, my arse available to one and all and my head just falling over the far edge. 'Can I hurt him?' 'That's what he's here for. Just no blood and no perm damage,' replied Daddies voice as he placed the poppers back under my nose. I heard a buckle being undone just by my ear and the sound of a belt being drawn through waist hoops. ' Here you are. Use this.' 'You fuckin' bastard!' I thought I'd said under my breath but daddy heard me. 'Definitely. If you think you can call me names like that, think again, I'm going to make sure you get real hurt and used tonight boy.' came his reply. At some signal the hands that had been running over my body, slapping at my arse and pulling on my balls were all removed and someone swung daddies belt down across my backside with considerable force. Crack! It hurt. I yelled. Crack! And again Crack! My arse stung as I tried unsuccessfully against the straps. Tears were already rolling down my face to the delight of some pervert close enough to lick them from my cheeks as they fell. 'Hey! Keep the noise down a bit will you. They'll hear in the street.' There was a pause. 'Hmm! Nice red arse. Pity I'm on the door tonight. Stick something in his mouth will you. Just keep it down a bit.' 'I'll stick this in,' came another voice, 'problem is I've seen his teeth snap when he gets belted.' That's curable,' came Daddies voice, 'open wide boy.' I opened my mouth wide to Daddies fingers but when I attempted to suck on them he pulled out and slapped my face, first bone side and then the other. 'I just said to open wide. Not to enjoy yourself.' He forced a rubber-coated ring into my mouth fastening the straps off behind my head. I'd not seen him bring that with him. It meant I was unable to close my mouth, whatever the circumstance. 'There you are. No clashing teeth. Mouth all yours.' 'That should do it,' came the earlier voice. 'You can carry on now and have fun. This should cool him down a bit.' And I shivered as some cold wet fizzing liquid was slowly poured over my inflamed arse, running down my crack and over what part of my balls were not covered by the piss sheath. 'Open your eyes boy and see what your mouth is going to pleasure.' A hand grabbed hold of my hair and pulled my head up slightly where I could focus on a semi erect jet-black uncut cock. Not too broad but it made up for that in length. Had to be an easy six inches and that was just semi erect. He pushed the tip through my gag ring but when I went to lick it for him I received a slap across my face and the hand pulled my head up harder. 'I didn't say you could enjoy yourself with my cock boy. That's not why you're here.' He must have given a signal as the belt lay across my backside again, Whack! Whack! Whack! No poppers this time. I would have screamed if my mouth hadn't been blocked. It hurt like hell and there was no way I could even move my body to try and escape. His cock had hardened and thrust itself straight down my throat without me even gagging but I sure knew it was there now. My eyes were streaming as I heard him, 'That's good. I could feel him trying to yell. I do love a boy in pain. Someone else have a go at his arse.' He grabbed hold of my hair to raise my head slightly and as he started to run his cock in and out through the ring and my lips just managing to grip his other hand was slapping my face from time to time causing the hand holding my hair to pull harder as my head swung from side to side. Someone, probably Daddy stuck the poppers temporarily under my nose for which I was grateful as after being christened again with someone's drink my backside was being slapped by a series of hands, some softly and some hard as possible. My arse cheeks and my face cheeks hurt and my bladder was filling causing another pain as the stiff black cock filling my mouth and throat seemed to grow once again as my abuser started to rape my face with a vengeance. He had no mercy on me, he wanted to hurt me while he got the chance and made sure he did a good job. Every time he thrust deep down my throat, his crinkly groin hairs bashing my nose and his balls swinging under my chin he would pull my hair or slap my face and tell the others, 'Slap him harder! Make him hurt so I can feel it down his throat. Hurt him!' Every slap either seemed to land where the belt had damaged me earlier or on the end of the solid butt plug causing that to jerk around inside my arse. The fact that a weight had been attached to my bouncing balls was just another area of pain to endure as he let go of my hair and grabbing my head in both hands yelled out 'Yes! Yes!' and started to shoot jet after jet of boiling cum down my throat. Finally his thrusting slowed and he partially withdrew his still half hard cock from my mouth. 'Now you can use your tongue to clean me up boy.' 'Can I piss in here as well?' I heard him ask. 'Be quick. Boy needs a bath before I let the crowd at him,' came Daddies reply. It didn't take him long before, at first a few drops, shortly followed by a constant stream of hot acrid piss followed his cum down my throat causing me to gag on the volume but all he did was jam his groin back up to my mouth meaning I had to swallow or choke and making me fear slightly for my breath before his flow slowed and he pulled out finishing off by spraying my face and hair. 'Thanks Boss,' I could hear him say to Daddy as the clips restraining my wrists and ankles were removed, as were the straps across my body and hands pulled me to my feet. 'I love to get a chance at his other end sometime,' he continued, 'Somewhere it wouldn't matter if he screamed.' 'Leave me your phone number before we go,' Daddy replied, ' I like to see a man who enjoys his play but right now I think he needs to wash down.' Then I realised my back and hair were covered in streams of quickly drying cum I'd never even felt land on my body earlier. My backside felt hot and sore as did my throat as Daddy removed the ring gag from my mouth. 'Get over there and take a bath before I have you strung up for these others to enjoy.' Over there was only a few feet away, an old bath I'd vaguely been aware of people pissing in for some time. I was half walked, half led over. The time my body had been abused must have been longer than I'd realised as even in the poor light I could see a good few inches of mixed piss with streams of cum floating on the top. 'Go on. Get in,' accompanied by a slap on my still sore arse from Daddy. 'Get in and let them see just what a filthy boy I own.'