Date: Tue, 27 May 2008 00:45:33 +0100
From: Anthony Thomas <ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Daddy - Cpt 4

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 Four

My arse was still leaking when my body was flung over one of the filthy oil
drums laying on its side forcing the breath from my chest and slamming my
very tender balls against the drum.  Even though I was still flying it hurt
and my body objected even if my brain didn't care.

'Someone hold his wrists.  Don't want him thrashing around and this will
give the boy something to moan about.'

My wrists were grasped and a hairy groin appeared just in front of nmy
face.  There was no time to inspect however as a huge hot throbbing cock
was shoved straight in and down my poor hole causing me to yell out again.
The fact that my brain was prepared to accept almost anything done to my
body didn't mean there was no pain.  Pain was what my brain had taken off
on.

'Don't play with it you fucker!  You're supposed to hurt me!'  Any other
observations I may have made regarding the abuse of my hole were cut of
with my breath as my abuser's hands found my nipples and pinching deeply
started fucking my arse with a vengeance.

The oil drum was supposed to be laid in a cradle to hold it steady but the
force of the battering my rear was receiving caused a slight roll back and
forth which also placed my continually open mouth in line with the hard
cock jutting out from the hairy groin in front of my face.  With the pain
in my rear and nipples building I didn't dare attempt to close my mouth to
attend to it as Daddy would wish as I had enough trouble just keeping it
open enough to breath.

Even so, as the cock realised I was unlikely to suddenly clamp my teeth
down it moved forward allowing a couple of inches to lie on my tongue. Even
so, the hands holding my wrists were replaced and a couple of fingers
appeared either side of the cock wedging my mouth more fully open and as my
wrists were pulled tighter the rocking of my body being rolled back and
forth slowly forced the cock further and further in my mouth and started
down my throat as it swelled to take up almost all the available space.

I wanted to scream with pain, to yell at the bugger fucking my arse to do
it harder, for someone to really hurt the body my brain resided in, but I
could hardly breathe.  I was choking on the cock now quite forcibly fucking
my mouth. I had to switch at least some attention to my head and the cock
trying to fuck my brains out.  I thought I could hear voices, 'Go on, fuck
him harder!  Spit roast him!  Fill him, stiff him, hurt him.  Don't play
with him, that boy needs to be hurt!'

On and on, all round me.  There were several other hands on my body, some
just trying to restrict my thrashing and spreading the cum and spit landing
from everywhere more evenly, and a couple I could feel squeezing and
stretching my arse cheeks allowing my abuser to fuck me deeper.

My throat was suddenly fully blocked as the engorged cock trying to breed
my mouth swelled even further and started pumping what felt like a gallon
of hot cum straight down to my stomach and the attached hairy groin made a
reasonable attempt to break my nose as it slammed forward.  Luckily for me
the cock was pulled back to my lips allowing me just time for a quick gasp
before slamming back in and jetting another spurt of cum down my throat.
Six or seven times that happened before being slowly withdrawn, followed by
the fingers that were wiped off in my hair while the cock was slapped back
and forth across my face.

The hands holding my wrists and head disappeared and my upper body
collapsed over the drum, my hands touching the floor and the blood rushing
to my head.

I was gasping, trying somehow to get some oxygen back in my body before I
passed out, I'd almost lost feeling in my balls from the bashing they were
getting but all my idiot brain could so was try and cry out, 'Rape me you
fucking bastard!

Go on. Do me properly!'

He did. Fuck! Fuck!  Deeper and deeper, harder and harder.  My eyes were
streaming tears but there was just no energy left to yell or cry out.  I
hurt everywhere but all I wanted was more.  I wanted him to hurt me deeper,
not just for daddy to watch and enjoy now but for myself as well.  I
wanted, needed, to be hurt and abused.  I didn't care.

Then it happened.  I could feel his cock, as large and long as it was,
throb and increase even more in size and as he pulled right out past the
lip and then thrust back in, deeply, past all and any obstacles, he shot.
A boiling jet of man juice burning me up.  He didn't keep thrusting in and
out but leaning over caught hold of my lank hair with one hand pulling my
head up to a level where he could use his other hand to slap it from side
to side.  'That's how a man fucks a boy toy,' he said, 'Forcibly and
painfully.'

'Yes!' I yelled, 'Oh yes!  That's what boy is for! To be enjoyed.'

Just then the lights flicked on and off several times warning us the club
was closing and he gave no thought to my poor exhausted and abused body but
pulled straight out without finesse our warning, just walking round to my
front and pulling my head up again by its hair shoved his cock at my mouth,
'Clean it boy.'

As I did my best to lick and clean off the residue cum and slime on his
cock from my arse it crossed my mind I'd not really seen any of the faces,
or even much of the bodies that had used me tonight.  Even as the thought
crossed my mind however he pulled out and just dropped my head back down to
hit the oil drum and I had no energy to lift it up on my own to look.  I
was so dead beat, I just couldn't move, or so I thought.

A couple of quick slaps across my sore backside from Daddies plastic ruler
soon cured that idea.  I'd not been aware he'd brought it with him, it seem
unfair that a twelve inch piece of flexible plastic could cause so much
pain, quite different to his belt.

'Get up boy.  You need a wash before we go on.'

Go on? Where? Hadn't I been used enough for him tonight? Of course not.  He
could tell I was still flying and the longer he could keep that up the more
fun he would get. But there had to be a limit as to how much more my body
could take, whatever my brain was telling me otherwise.

That flashed through my mind in a second even as I'd managed to get to my
feet and walk over to the bath now quarter full of piss and cum and spit
and only knows what else.  The lights had come up and there were still a
few people around to see what might happen and that was Daddy saying, 'Get
in boy and have a proper wash before we go.'

I got in.  Boy had to do what Daddy told him didn't he?  Actually in some
ways the vile cooling mixture was balm to my sorely abused body and I did
as instructed, kneeling down, first fully dipping my head and face then
making sure I washed well round and inside my arse.

When I stood up and got out Daddy handed me a large glass of what I could
smell was brandy and asked, 'Will you need anything else boy?'

'No Sir.' I replied to receive a big grin.  Daddy knew me too well.

'Follow me then boy.'

I followed him back into the bar, now fully lit due to imminent closure and
my filthy soaking bruised naked body on full display to the few customers
and staff remaining.  He took the now empty glass from me and placing it on
the bar asked the two barmen, 'Do you still want to use boy?  You can have
his face at any rate.'

'Oh Yes!'

'I'll take him up to the woods if you can get there in the next hour.'

Hour?  How much more was in store? Goody Goody.

'You know it was raining earlier.  Be a bit muddy up there now.'

'You can keep your boots on,' looking down at my naked feet, 'As you've
been a good boy I'll let you have your trainers as well.'

Directing me to stand outside the toilets, just a few feet from the open
door Daddy collected his bag from reception.  'Stay there while I unlock
the van,' and went outside into the night leaving my naked body on view to
anyone passing, also to the not so gentle attentions of the last remaining
customers.

Looking over into the toilets I could see the piss lad from earlier was
getting himself back together, having a wash down from the sink and slowly
getting dressed.  I doubt he got much use tonight.

Daddy came back in and followed my gaze into the toilet. 'Follow me,' and
grabbing the chain round my neck he pulled me in and in stopped in front of
one of the open seat less toilets.  'Kneel.'

I knew what he wanted and knelt down, my knees either side of the bowl and
my head half inside. 'Do you want to piss?' I heard him ask the other lad.
'Well come over here and piss over my boys head then pull the flush.
That's how a real boy should be used. Not just sit there and get piss in
your mouth.'

Someone, probably the lad, did just as daddy had suggested and then pulled
the flush, probably for the first time that night, which rinsed my hair OK
as the liquid rose but also made me drink mouthfuls of the piss to save
from drowning.

Daddy's hand grabbed on my neck chain and pulled me upright, piss and water
once more streaming down my naked body.

'What's those marks on his body?' the lad asked.

'Where we've all been enjoying hurting boy,' Daddy replied.  'You've got a
way to go yet I can see.'

'I shouldn't think I'd enjoy that. Does he?'

'Don't care if he enjoys or not.  I do and that's all that matters.'

Back out be reception Daddy continued, this time to me dropping my old
trainers at my feet, 'The vans just down the street.  Go and get in the
back, I don't want your mess on the seats.'

'He's still naked,' I heard the lad exclaim.

'So what? I'm not getting his clothes dirty for no reason and he will be
filthy before this night is over.'

'What do you mean?'

'He's going up to the woods to be used a bit more and I hear its muddy
there tonight.'

'Can I come?  Please.'  I'd never heard someone so childishly eager;
probably he'd not had much experience, not been lucky enough to find a
Daddy like mine.

'Anyone can come.  This boy is Open Season tonight.  Want a lift?  You can
get in the back and amuse yourself with him on the way up.'

Was Daddy handing me out to a novice?  Daddy better hang around to keep him
in limits.  What was I talking about?  Limits?  There didn't seem to be
many of those concerning my body tonight, or rather, this morning, I only
realised after daddy had attached a lead to my neck chain and handed it to
the lad, ' Here you are.  You can take him down to the van.  Back doors are
unlocked, boy knows which one, all you have to do is smack his bottom a
couple of times and he will get in.'

I was torn in half a dozed directions.  Daddy letting others use my body
was one thing but he'd never just handed me over like that before.  Part of
me wanted to object but I couldn't do that and anyway, that other part of
my body being controlled by my stupid brain was getting off on being led
dripping wet and naked down the street to Daddies van.  I knew it was a gay
area but anyone could be about, straights came down to look sometimes, and
after the pubs closed would come down for a sly blowjob on the side.

I heard enough comments to realise there were still quite a few people
about of both persuasions as I was led along with my head bowed hoping to
glimpse the back of daddies truck but also proud of the marks on my body
and my painful erection out in the open for all to see.

Catching a glimpse of Daddies truck from the corner of my eye I jerked my
head in an attempt to tell my temporarily controller.  How do you
communicate with someone when you are not allowed to talk without
permission and he has no way of understanding your signs?

Lucky me.  I heard My Masters voice and saw the rear doors being opened.
'Here you are.  I forgot to tell you boy is not allowed to talk unless I
say so.  Make him get in, he knows what to do.'

He may have been an almost novice compared to us but the slaps he gave my
still burning backside didn't hold back and with a whimper I crawled inside
and lay down on my stomach, squashing my cock and balls as carefully as
possible under my groin and grabbing hold of the rings bolted in each far
corner.

'Its not safe to tie him down when we're moving but Boy knows not to move
now.  Do you want to get in with him?'

It seemed two bodies claimed in the back and sat down on the padded wheel
arches either side of my body.  Then I felt my legs being tapped and opened
them out toward the other rings Daddy sometimes used to fasten me to when
he took me cruising.

Both doors slammed so he was bringing at least one more person up with us
and as he started the motor his voice came through to the back, 'OK.  Do
you think you can enjoy yourselves back there for the next fifteen
minutes?'