Date: Tue, 4 Mar 2014 22:33:53 -0800 From: Mark Angle Subject: Worshipping Daddy 8 Worshipping Daddy 8 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. Daddy told me, "Get yourself clean inside out for tonight, cumwhore." I rushed to the floor and kissed Daddy's feet like I always do when he comes into a room where I am. I hold one foot in my hand and kiss it gently and then I look up to Daddy. I al- ways prefer seeing him from below. He threw a small paper bag at me and said, "And wear this. And shoes. And nothing else. I think you've gotten good enough to go to the garden. It'll be nice and warm tonight." With that, he just turn around and walked away. That evening, just after sunset, we were in a garden. It was like park, with tables and benches, but completely secluded. It was obvious that the only people there were the people meant to be there. There were lights, like streetlights, all over the main area, so you see clearly. There were men there, all sorts of men, and each had a younger man or boy with him. I think I was the youngest. A Man in leather pants, a denim jacket and a cowboy hat walked up to my dad. He said hello and they they kissed with an open mouth and rolled their tongues against each other's. His jacket was wide open and Daddy played with his nipples and stroked his hairy chest. He asked my dad if he's just gotten here. As he did, with- out even looking at me or asking me anything, he grabbed me turned me around and started playing with my hole. Daddy said that yes, he'd just arrived. The Man said that he would have no- ticed Daddy if he'd arrived earlier. At the same time, he put a finger in my mouth and used my spit to reach deeper in my hole. He twirled his finger in there a bit and told my dad, "Nice hole. Firm but relaxed. And smooth. Sweet." Then he licked his finger, kissed my dad on the lips and walked away towards a young man who was dressed just like me. The reason why he just could get to my hole that way is because of what I was wearing. They were like shorts and a shirt, but the shirt didn't button. The shorts had a fly but no zipper and the back of the shorts opened up, a bit like theater curtains. So all you had to do to get to my hole was to reach in. All the younger men and boys were wearing that. Both the shirt and she shorts were made of pale beige linen. It was very light. The men were wearing all sorts of different things. Under my shirt, I was also wearing a leather harness. I was the only one I'd seen so far who was. There was a ring on the back of it to which a leash was attached. The leash went through an open- ing in my shirt and Daddy was firmly holding the other end. He explained, "Things sometimes get a bit out of hand in the garden. I just want to make sure you stay with me. That way I don't have to worry." We walked to a wide table over which five boys were lying down on their bellies. Their shorts were down to their ankles and each was sucking a Man. The youngest was much younger that Daddy. Just a bit too young to have wrinkles on his face. He was wearing jeans and a harness. The oldest one was a bit older than Daddy. He was a muscular, hairy Man with a huge mustache. He was shout- ing at his boy, "Suck harder! Faster! Show my cock some fucking RESPECT, you little slut." Behind the boys there was a huge Man with a flogger. He wasn't really tall so much as he was huge all over. Very thick arms, big belly, big black beard, big cowboy hat, big read hanky around his neck, a leather waistcoat under which two thick nipples were poking out. The huge Man was flogging the five boys. He was flogging them hard. There was no order in which boy he hit. They all reacted a bit differently. Some screamed, some made more of an "mff" sound, like a grunt. Some were breathing hard while they were sucking their Man's dick. The one closest to me was a bit older than me, but not that much. He was sucking a Man who was a bit older than Daddy. Every time the flogger hit him, it gave him some sort of energy that made him want to suck his Man even more. He was cry- ing. I could see tears running down his eyes. But he loved the flogging. He'd reach out with his behind every time he heard the huge Man with the flogger coming closer. And if his sucking had lost a bit of its intensity, he got it all back when the leather straps slapped against his red skin. I tugged on Daddy's sleeve and said, "I want to do that, Daddy!" Daddy looked at the boys and said, "I'd like you to do that for me too, my little dickhole, but you're not ready." I was sure I was. I said, "I am, Daddy. Serious!" Daddy looked sternly at me. "Who decides who fucks you, cumslut?" I looked down and answered, "You do, Daddy." He went on, "Who else?" I knew the answer, "No one else." Daddy went on, "And who decides who gets to slap you, spank you or flog you, bitch?" I knew the answer, but I have to admit it made me feel good to say it: "It's you, Daddy. Only you." I held him tight against me. He smiled. "Don't make me re- gret to have brought you here." A bit ahead of us, there were a few slings with boys in them and men fucking them. Daddy, still holding me by the leash, walked to one of them. There was a Man in a suit but with no shirt and clearly no underwear fucking a boy a bit older than me. He recog- nized my Daddy and called him by his name. They kissed with a deep kiss while the Man in the suit kept fucking the boy. They talked about about what was going on and my Daddy asked, "Do you mind if I try it?" The main said, "Sure. Go ahead. I'm going to look at what else there is to do around here. Enjoy. It's nice and tight if you're into that sort of thing." Daddy quickly shoved his big dick inside the boy. I just slipped in. He didn't look at the boy's face, only at his hole. He start- ed fucking. Some of the other men fucking some of the other boys on the slings asked him how he was enjoying it. He said it was nice. A bit tight for his taste but nice. The boy had blue eyes and long blond hair. He was completely smooth all over and very skinny. His dick was in a metal container, so he could not play with it. He looked at Daddy who didn't look back. Daddy was talk- ing with the men who were fucking some of the other boys. Then the boy looked at me. I didn't know what to say. Was I allowed to talk to him? To be completely fair, I didn't really like being at this place. It was not the place itself, it was the way Daddy was holding me. I was the only boy who was attached that way. Some were bound by their wrists or ankles, but none had a leash attached to a harness like me. It felt weird and a bit embarrassing. The blond boy licked his lips at me. I didn't know what he wanted to I walked towards him. But as I did, Daddy pulled me back. I sat down in the grass. I was bored. Then a young man came. He was one of the oldest ones dressed as me. I think there must have been some men who were about as old as him who'd come with their boys. He was tall and thin. He had very thick short very dark spiky hair and beautiful blue eyes. He had a very square jaw and looked very friendly. Daddy was so busy fucking the other boy, he did not notice. The new man sat next to me silently and kissed me on the lips. His lips were very soft. He smiled at me. I could smell his armpits. They smelled good. He noticed. He held his arm up so I could smell better. It was wonderful. My small dick started poking out of my fly with no zipper. He stood, behind Daddy but in front of me. His dick was in his pants. I could smell it too. It smelled manly. Like cum and cigar and piss. I tried to smell it more but Daddy didn't seem to like it when I pulled on the leash. I looked at his dick. Then, without him moving, it came out. I just got harder and rose out of his fly. Quickly, it had become hard. I could really smell it well now, and I wanted to suck it. But Dad- dy was busy. Then man reached behind me. His dick got closer to me and I just couldn't resist smelling it. While I did that, he unhooked the leash. I wanted to tell Daddy but he was not paying attention to me so I decided to just stay there and tell him when he was done. But the tall man was back in front of me with his hard dick. He was still smiling. I just wanted another sniff at his dick and his pits. I leaned forward, but he stepped back. I leaned a bit more. I really didn't have the impression I was walking, but be- fore I knew it, I was in a dark isolated part of the garden alone with him. There was a outdoor bed there with a foam mattress. He took me to it, and laid me beside him. I knew I should not have stayed, but I just decided to hug him. He hugged me back. He put his arm up, and his pit was just in front of my nose. I had to smell it. Just a bit. I did. It was intoxicating. I was manly, but fresh and sweet at the same time. I heard a very low voice saying, "Did you get him?" The young man spoke. His voice was strong, young and just a bit rough. He said, proudly, "I sure did." I knew I should have felt in trouble, but the truth is, I felt safe. And I could not take my face away from that man's armpits. Then I felt a very, very large hand grab me by my harness and shove my face into another armpit. That other armpit was bigger than my face. And it smelled strong. I felt like I was about to faint. This was almost more than I could take. It awoke a desire in me I'd only every felt for Daddy. I wanted to breath in forev- er and never again have to breath out. The young man said, "I think he likes you." I was pulled away and I saw who was holding me. It was the huge Man who was flogging the five boys earlier. He grabbed my face and made me look up to him. Then, he took his hand away and slapped me hard. It made me fall to the side. The young man picked me up and positioned me next to the huge Man again. It started crying. Big tears were rolling out of my eyes and I was sobbing too. The younger man was patting me in a comforting way. The huge Man pulled me away again and said, "What do you have to say to me, boy?" I sobbed a bit more and there was only one thing I could say that was really true: "Could you do it again, Sir? Please?" He smiled. "Again?" The pain was still resonating throughout my face. I added, "But not right now." The huge Man smiled. The young man said, "You were right, Dad." He sat me on the edge of the bed, between them, and they took turns kissing me while rubbing my whole body with their hands. The huge Man whispered in my ear, "Have you ever been flogged, boy." I blushed. I said, "I bit, Sir, but never anywhere close to the way you do it." He played with my nipple and said, "That's okay. Do you want to learn, boy?" Before I had time to think about it, I found myself saying, "Oh, yes, Sir!" He looked at his boy and asked, "And you ever been whipped, boy?" And hadn't. I told him so. He held me gently against him and said, "It's okay. Don't worry. We'll get you there..." Do you want more? markangle@hotmail.co.uk