Date: Tue, 16 Jul 2013 01:11:08 -0700 From: Mark Angle Subject: Worshipping Daddy 3 Worshipping Daddy 3 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 content, 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 similarities 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, are works of fiction. It is not modeled on any actual events and it is not intended to be taken literally. Daddy said, "It's getting late. I'm going to fuck you now, fuck- toy." I smiled a big smile. Daddy doesn't fuck me every night. We play most nights but he does not fuck me every time. I'm also not allowed to come that often. I was hoping that I'd be allowed to come that night. Daddy got up from the bed. I was already on my back. I grabbed my ankles back and proudly showed Daddy my hole. I can relax it a bit, but I can't keep it open for Daddy yet. Daddy tells me that really good boys manage to keep their holes open for their Dad- dies, but that it's okay, there's still time. Sometimes, Daddy makes me suck his cock first, some times, he licks my hole. That day, he just grabbed some lube and spread it on my hole. He pushed a bit in. I whimpered. I know it was not getting fucked, it was only being lubed up, but it was still my Daddy inside of me and I just love having my Daddy inside of me, even if it's just that small bit. Daddy looked tired. He yawned. Then he stopped spreading lube on my hole. He sat by the side of the bed and he said, distracted, "You know, Jeff and Pete really liked you too." Daddy had not told me to release my pose so I stayed with my legs up, with my hole exposed for Daddy. Daddy went on, "I must be really tired. I almost forgot, Pete gave me something for you..." Pete was the man who wore jeans, flannel shirts and the cowboy boots. Daddy left the room for short while. My hole felt cold. Part of it was the lube, part of it was because I was missing my Daddy's touch. Daddy walked back into the room with a small brown envelope. He gently placed in on my chest. He smiled and said, "This is for you, boy. I hope you like it." I kept on of my hand holding an ankle and with the other, I reached into the envelope. It was not sealed. There was used un- derwear in it. It smelled like Pete. I remember Pete's smell. It smelled like him. There was his piss and his ass sweat and just a bit of cum. I guessed it was precum. He must have worn it for days. Daddy was still kindly smiling and asked, "Do you like it, boy?" I smiled to and I said, "I love it Daddy." Daddy started playing with my nipples and said, "I'm glad. You know, Pete almost never wears underwear, so he must have worn this especially for you. It's really nice of him to have gone through the trouble." I felt very grateful to him right then. Daddy's friends aren't usually that considerate. Daddy was sitting by my side. He looked so tall! There was a light behind him that cast a slight shadow on his face and made him look taller still. I love looking up to him when he looks that way. My hole was really feeling cold now. Daddy picked up the underwear. He smiled with that broad smile that makes his beard shine. He sniffed the underwear and seemed to approve of it. Then he placed in on my face and pushed. I could feel his thick fingers through the fabric, and how strong and powerful his hand was. Daddy said in a particularly deep voice, "Inhale, boy." And I did. My head started spinning. I didn't think Pete's smell would have THAT much of an effect on me but it did. Pete's smell and Daddy's hand, and Daddy's voice. I felt Daddy's finger playing with my hole some more. It was nice and warm. He added lube and a finger in and out. Then two at a time. I was moaning. Daddy said, "Yes, boy... Feel your Daddy inside of you. Feel your Daddy filling you. You want your Daddy. You need your Daddy. Your body needs to have your Daddy's body inside of it." I listened to the words and believed them. I always believe Daddy. But then, Daddy has never lied to me. Then Daddy's fingers came out and I knew what to expect. Daddy's cock touch my asshole. I gasp. Daddy slowly pushed his cock in side of me and slowly and gently and powerfully started fucking me. With one hand he was still pushing the underwear onto my face, sometimes pushing some of the fabric inside my mouth, some- times on my nostrils. He said, "Inhale boy, and take your Daddy's cock." I inhaled, I took my Daddy's cock. I don't actually be- lieve it is possible for anyone to feel better than I was feeling then. I said, "Oh, yes, Daddy! I love it, Daddy." And I could hear Dad dy smiling while he was saying, "Good boy." I went on, "I want you to fuck me, Daddy. I want to have your big Daddycock in me Daddy. I want to feel your warm cock in me, Daddy. Fuck me, Dad- dy! Come in me, Daddy!" And then Daddy took his cock out of my hole. I lowered my legs. The underwear was resting on my face, no longer being pushed on by Daddy. I pulled it away and looked at Daddy. He looked upses. He said, very serious, "You what?" And then I realized what I'd done. There was no fixing it. Not for that night anyway. I looked down and I said, "Sorry, Daddy." Daddy looked said and shook his head. Then, said in an angry, loud voice, "NEVER tell your Daddy what to do, understood, boy?" I was so ashamed! I nodded and said in a tiny voice, "Yes, Dad- dy." I was curling up. Daddy was no longer calling my his fucktoy or his little whore. I knew this night would not end well. Daddy went on, angry but less loud this time, "You should be GRATEFUL to have your Daddy fuck you. But must always be HIS de- cision. DADDY decides when he fucks you, DADDY decides when to come and whether to come inside of you. Understood, boy?" I nod- ded, small, sad nods. And then Daddy left the room. I knew what he was doing. I wanted to cry. When he came back, it was over. He had come. Without me. Daddy can be very cruel some times. I think it makes me love him even more, but it's still hard when it happens. He laid back next to me. He said, "How are you feeling, boy?" I told him the truth: "I feel empty, Daddy." And Daddy said, "So you should. I don't like this more than you do, boy, but you must train yourself not to think that way. That's not how a boy should think." I knew he was right, of course. But I felt ashamed and said nothing. Then, I realized I was still holding the underwear that Pete had given me. I asked, "Can I keep the underwear for the night, Dad- dy?" Daddy thought about it for a while and then said, "Well... It was a gift from Pete. He obviously put a lot of thought and effort into it... I suppose it would not be fair to take it away from you, so yes. Yes, you can keep it boy," Daddy said with a half smile. I smiled again. He added, "BUT, no coming, boy! If you dare come without autho- rization, I'll have to punish you harshly!" That was only fair. I said, "I understand, Daddy." Daddy smiled again. He added, "No coming, no touching your cock, ass, nipple or any place that's meant for Daddy." I nodded energetically this time. Then he said, "Stretching time." He took a buttplug out of a drawer and gave it to me. "Kiss it," he said. I was not thinking clearly because of all that had happened. I took it my hand, put it to my lips and kissed it. Daddy was amused by that, fortunately, and not angry. He said, "Boy... How do boys kiss something that their Daddy is about to put into the boy's ass?" I looked at the the buttplug, placed carefully on the bed in front of me, leaning on its side. I bent towards it and gently kissed. I looked up to Daddy, who seemed to approve. I licked the buttblug a bit as well, and then gave it a tiny kiss again. Then, I took it with both hands, and with it resting on both my palms, I presented it to Daddy. Daddy smiled and said, "Better, boy." Daddy covered the buttplug with lube and slowly placed it inside of me. He said, "Remember, what your Daddy puts inside of you is part of your Daddy. This will be your Daddy inside of you for tonight, filling you, con- trolling you, making sure that even while you're sleeping, you never stop belonging to him." And I thought about that and it made me feel good. A few minutes earlier, when Daddy left the room to come without me, I thought Daddy was going to roll on the side and ignore me. I thought I was going to spend the nigh alone. But he held me in his arms, spooled me and kissed on the side of the neck. I felt his beard and smelled his smell and I felt safe and I felt good. I felt his big, strong, powerful, body covering mine and his buttplug helping me become a more pleasant toy for my Daddy. I fell asleep happy. I really love my Daddy more than I can explain. Do you want more? markangle@hotmail.co.uk