Daddy

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 Ten

I had only just started to lick Karl's cock with my tongue when his breathing finally calmed and holding my head gently in both hands he raised it back level with his own. Those sparkling clear eyes stared directly into mine, burning right through me and as I stared back in turn I just wanted to drown in them.

'You've been crying,' he said gently, using one hand to wipe the tears from my eyes, 'did I hurt you that much?'

'Yes thank you.'

'But why? Pain if I beat your arse or whip your back or something, that I sort of understand. But sex. I thought that was supposed to be different.'

'Oh it can be' I answered. 'Couldn't carry on like this every day anyway or I'd be crippled but I needed you to take me like that' I paused for a moment considering if I should continue but just looking in those eyes sort of made my decision for me. 'Hang on a moment,' Jumping off the bed I ran across the basement and pulling open the bottom drawer of my desk grabbed a brown paper bag and rushed back to bed and handed the bag to Karl, then reached behind me and undid the screw clasp holding my neck chain together, removed it and laid it down.

'What's this?' he asked, upending the bag over our bed. This was a heavy fifteen-inch stainless steel chain with small steel rings at each end plus a small brass padlock and key.

'I had this made a couple of years ago when I purchased some of things over in those drawers,' pointing to what I called the interrogation suite. 'The idea is. The idea was.' I didn't know how to continue and dropped my head. I knew sort of what I wanted to say but this was really serious, I'd not known him twenty-four hours and he was straight.

Karl put a hand under my chin and gently raised my head again. 'The idea is, was, what?'

Just looking back into those eyes and hearing his voice, I was lost again. He was only a few years older than myself but in his company I felt like a little boy. I gathered my courage and told him just that, also I didn't want him to think me soft.

'After the way I've been treating you since we met I'd hardly call you soft,' was his response, then looking down to my groin 'not that little either.' He made no comment about my other remarks but as I looked at him I thought his eyes were glistening and so I explained.

'I said I wanted you to possess me, fully, own me. You van see this chain is heavier than the one I normally use, will show over almost anything apart from a suit and the lock only has two keys. One is in the safe upstairs, only ever to be used in real emergency like hospital X rays or such. The other is for the person who places the chain round my neck, the person who I surrender control of my body to. Not slave and master twenty- four seven type of thing, though if that is what you want? '

I'd said too much, pushed too hard. He'd never hinted any situation like this was at all acceptable and anyway, he preferred girls. Why couldn't I have just left things as they were? My heart sank with my head, as I looked away, all I could hear was his breathing and tick toc from the clock.

The chain felt cold and heavy as he placed it round my neck and clicked the padlock shut.

I just couldn't help it; I burst out crying, seemed unable to stop. Knelt there on our still soaking bed doubled over and sobbing my heart out. I felt his hand tentatively touch my shoulder then clutch it more firmly when he received no response.

'What is it? What's wrong?' He got off the bed and tried to pull me upright but al I could do was fall over and curl up in a little ball and sob. What was wrong with me? I should be happy. He'd marked me in more ways than one, taken my body, enslaved my soul, and now chained me to him.

Even when I heard him run up stairs calling for Daddy I just couldn't stop though by now it was more like shaking and trembling. They came back down together but I was frozen in place. I just couldn't look at either of them.

'You have been dirty little boys,' I heard Daddy say when he discovered the cellar smelt like a public urinal.

'That was ages ago,' Karl replied, 'and he didn't mind.'

'No he wouldn't,' Daddy continued, their voices coming closer. 'So what set this off?'

Karl told him about the chain and padlock. I heard Daddy take a deep breath.

'I do hope you know what you're getting into young man. There's been several people over the past few years trying to get their version of that chain round his neck and must admit I never really thought I'd see the day. You know this isn't just a master/slave thing like you read about. If he gave you that, made it your choice, he's handed you his mind as well as his body.'

'Yes,' came from Karl, 'I think I realised something of that but what do we do about him right now.'

'Do?' asked Daddy. 'Do? I do nothing, YOU swat his arse good and strong and then drag him into that shower he insisted in fitting down here and you both get cleaned up and come upstairs for something to eat. Meanwhile I get this mess cleaned up for you, just this once mind you. Somehow I don't think I'll be coming down here much in the future. Go on man, belt his bloody arse will you, its yours now.'

Basically that's what happened. Karl did belt my backside and then half drag me to the shower where I managed to regain at least some small equilibrium as he washed me down and I had to concentrate in order to return the favour.

Finally, 'You stupid boy. Don't ever frighten me like that again or I really will belt you one and you've already got enough punishments built up to last the rest of this year.'

That nearly set me off again and it was only his use of a towel on my hair that allowed me to disguise the fact. What the hell was wrong, me turning on the waterworks at a moments notice? I could see, and smell, that Daddy had striped the bed and also disinfected the rubber mattress cover so all that remained was to find something to wear and do as Daddy said, get something to eat. Most of my clothes were upstairs but Karl looked through what little lay in the drawers and picked a pair of very short tight nylon running shorts for me putting his own dirty denim cut-offs back on but found a new sports jock Id pushed to the back as too large for me.

'That will do now, makes you look positively indecent boy. Just about right I'd say. You wont need anything else, its bright sunshine up above. Now lets go get us some food.'

That's basically how the afternoon continued. It was just gone midday when we surfaced and daddy had a salad lunch prepared and waiting with a bottle of wine so we spent the next few hours sitting in the garden and getting things sorted out. Daddy gave Karl a book to read I'd never know he had, well look at pictures mostly, showing how he could make use of the stuff downstairs and the frame setup in the garden at weekends. He pointed out that a heavy session could cause temporary damage to my body so Karl had to monitor himself as well as me and leave at least a week for me to recover. We showed him round the house, it was on three floors, four if you count the cellar that was only really a half cellar, just that I'd blocked up the high windows in my play half and other room was used for freezer, wash mach and storage. Ground floor was through kitchen and dine area leading out to garden one side and my office with small sitting room on other. First floor my proper bedroom; again with a big bed that Karl smiled at, large en-suite and over the hall my main living room. Top floor I explained was Daddies self-contained flat and I told them both I wouldn't be going up there anymore.

It turned out Karl actually owned his motorbike shop, with a mortgage true, but the business was his and he employed three staff and lived above the shop to save money. One of whom he told me was also gay, early twenties coloured who'd tried to give Karl a blow job couple of times but not really been into it as he was very much into a scene along the same way as Karl, though, and here came that sexy grin again, never from what he'd told Karl as extreme as last night. 'Might invite him over one weekend later, 'Karl said, 'He can have the top and I'll have the bottom. Right boy?'

Whatever you say Sir.'

Daddy offered to move out but we both told him no. I was too used to having him upstairs and sharing meals and evenings at times. That may change a bit and I knew he had his own friends anyway but as I pointed out, he'd always liked to watch and I actually knew his mate did as well. It would be up to Karl if we had an audience or not.

We spent the rest of Sunday just getting used to each other, making arrangements and consuming two more bottles of wine till finally Karl said 'Work in the morning,' and took me off upstairs to bed. A bed I'd never shared with anyone but after he fucked me and we curled down, my back to his chest and his strong arms round holding me safe it seemed somehow the most natural thing in the world. Oh yes, he fucked me first, 'I'll fuck you any chance I get,' he told me, 'not like downstairs, that's for weekends. But I usually have a wank at lease three times a day and your tight little bum feels much better and you did say it was mine.'

I slept like a log again, dreaming of sensitive nipples, hot breathing and hard cocks, then woke to the alarm and Karl turning me onto my stomach for what he called a 'morning quickie.'

He put his dirty shorts and T on for breakfast asking if he could bring a change of clothes back that night and telling me just to wear the tight running shorts I had yesterday. 'Have something nice to look at over breakfast,' he told me, you can change into something more suitable after I leave.

That's how the week progressed. He came round each night after work for dinner. When he mentioned having to go home tom catch up on paperwork I suggested he bring that round and we started transferring his accounts to a computer system. He wasn't computer illiterate, just never had the time to sort something out. I got fucked each night and each morning and we were both looking forward to Saturday night and the weekend in our own ways.

Authors Note: Sorry no sex in this chapter. This was planned in two or three parts but the story just got away from me, so we now need a background laid down. Don't worry; Boy will get what he needs in the next chapters.