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 Eleven
Saturday finally came round. I couldn't have been more nervous having been trying all week to discover what Karl planned, what I should wear, what I should prepare for, how I should react.
'Don't you worry about it boy,' was all he would say as he tugged on the chain round my neck, 'Just remember you're mine now, the weekends mine and what I decide to do is mine to decide. You just be have a meal ready for me as normal.' When he left for work that Saturday morning he passed me a carrier bag. 'Open this at midday, change, no cover-up allowed, be ready for me at six.' Then he waved and roared away on his bike. One problem solved though I did find it difficult not to open the bag.
Spent the morning catching up on work, it only took a couple of hours a day if I kept on top of things. Daddy told me his friend was coming for lunch and spending the weekend and that Karl had invited them to join me for something to eat about one o'clock after which they would stay leave us to our own devices. Midday I opened Karl's bag. Oh! He had been busy reading the book Daddy had passed over to him and rifling through my drawers downstairs.
Padded wrist and ankle restraints OK!
Upper body harness and the ring to go behind my cock and balls with a strap to fasten behind my arse that had rings on my side for tying down. OK! It was hoped he would experiment with strapping me down sometime.
Heavy solid half-inch metal ring to fit round my scrotum above my balls continually weighing them down. There was a note attached, these stay on all weekend. Was I getting excited or apprehensive? Not sure. OK then!
Then I pulled out my clothes. Clothes? I'd cobbled this together last year for fun, a one inch wide leather belt to fit my waist to which I'd attached a couple of chamois leathers roughly one foot by one foot. This wasn't clothing. My thighs would be quite naked apart from the two belts and any movement I made at all would cause the chamois to swing showing more than it hid.
The phone rang. I switched to speaker. It was Karl. 'Put them on boy. You hear me?'
'Yes Sir.'
'Good. It's still very warm. I suggest you invite Daddy and his guest out to the patio for lunch,' Shit. I'd forgotten about them and in my dismay missed his next instruction.
'I'm sorry Sir. I missed your last instruction.'
'O boy!' Karl came back with. 'You better start listening. Any infractions at the weekend will be punished. Get it. What I said was after lunch ask them to help you fit the sling up out side and then you can get my dinner ready. I'll be eating outside tonight.' He just put the phone down. It rang again. 'Better eat yourself before I get home, you wont have time later.' Line dead.
What did he mean by no time to eat later? Why did I have to dress like this when he wasn't here to look after me? What had he planned for the weekend? He'd been fucking me regularly all week, one end or the other, but as he told me, that was just sex, weekends were for enjoyment. What did he classify as fun? What did he think of me? Was I only his kinky gay boy? I just didn't know any more, it seemed I didn't know anything.
All that sort of thing was flying through my mind as I made my way up from the cellar, dressed as instructed, and started setting up out side for the lunch I'd prepared. We'd decided, well Karl had, that weekends we would live in the cellar and ground floor. After all he'd said, 'That's where the games room is, all the equipment I may need, Widescreen DVD's, bed if I allow you to sleep and kitchen so you can feed me, so no need for anywhere else.'
There was a cough from the open door and Daddy asked 'Are you ready for us? Can I call Pete down?' That was the first time he'd ever asked to enter my part of the house. It had never mattered before, after all he'd seen me naked, used and abused countless times and I asked him 'Since when do you ask to come in?'
'Since now,' he replied. 'Karl did tell me to check on your dress though.'
I could feel myself blushing. Since when was I embarrassed in front of him? 'Well, I have to obey him now don't I? For God's sake call him down. I'm starving.'
To be tell the truth I just wanted to get the initial meeting over and done with and stood as still as possible beside my chair. Everything was ready on the table and I'd not have to move once sat down, well not for a while anyway.
A moment later Pete followed Daddy out onto the patio. It was the first time I'd really seen him although I knew Daddy had a friend who occasionally visited the club, but he'd never been to the house before. The similarities with myself were obvious. Tall, thin, dirty blond hair, but then we started to differ. He was older than me by about ten years, body more wimpish; obviously didn't exercise, wore glasses and the most obvious today, wore knee length shorts and a polo top.
I directed him to the table while attempting to partially hide myself behind my chair but he looked at daddy who nodded at him and then walked round to hand me a sealed envelope. On it in Karl's handwriting, which I already recognised, was the message; Open, Read, Obey! Inside there were several folded notes with different messages on the top. One said, open before lunch and continued inside, Daddies friend may examine you fully, go to him. Only his fingers may enter your arse if he wishes in which case you will clean them for him afterwards. He may use your mouth in any way he sees fit. Now pass him this note to read.
I looked at him, looked at Daddy; it was obvious they knew what the note said. My face I knew was bright red, I'd never been so embarrassed, and this wasn't a scene in the club or down the woods or even in the basement. This was a cold command instructing me to submit myself to a stranger, Karl was nowhere around for me to see. This just wasn't right; he was treating me like a piece of worthless trash he could use or discard at will. This wasn't about sex, this wasn't about enjoyment, and this wasn't even about me. This was about Karl's ownership and control of my body - and it would seem, my mind.
I looked once more at Karl's handwriting and passed Pete the note.
'Thank you,' he said and tucked it in his pocket, then walked forward and tugged me away from the chair. Lifting the chamois half shielding my cock he looked at the restraints and fondled my balls then after sticking his fingers in my mouth and telling me to soak them told me to bend over. Flipping up my rear covering he stuck one then two fingers up my arse and wriggled them about. I didn't dare look at 'Daddy', my whole body I could feel was red with embarrassment. He removed them, told me to stand up, and then stuck his fingers in my mouth, telling me to clean them, then, 'Well I better wash my hands for lunch I suppose.'
He was so cold and matter of fact about it all, rather like Karl's not, I didn't know if I should be insulted or how to react. I looked over to Daddy who'd already seated himself and was pouring the wine. All he did was ask if I wanted a glass and then as I carefully sat down with my skimpy coverings giving no protection and knocking the weight round my balls just said, 'Its up to Karl now isn't it? Actually I told him you'd never go for it, you have surprised me'
Pete returned and just sat down as if my dress and his slight examination was par for the course. It did take a little while for the conversation to start flowing and I'm not sure any of us were really at ease that first time but by the time we'd finished the second bottle and I got up to make coffee I did feel a little less embarrassed about my dress and being so on view and they appeared more at ease also. That was to change for me quite soon. Daddy cleared the table while I brought the spare sling up from my cellar and we quickly fitted it to the frame just off the patio as Karl had instructed me earlier.
Then it was time for the second note. It read, after coffee go and kneel on the grass beside the patio. Pete should need to visit the toilet now and should piss over you and of course so can Daddy. You may not wash afterwards. Hand Pete this note.
Oh Karl, you were asking one hell of a lot from me on such a short acquaintance, you supposedly straight and just getting ideas from a book. Was this how our lives were to continue, you telling others to use me like trash, is that my reward to opening my heart and soul to you, handing over unreservedly control of my body. Just because I've fallen in love with you but never dare tell you. Even so, I found myself kneeling where he'd stated with my head bowed.
I got pissed on. I didn't look up to by whom but it happened more than once. After all, the operative word was - unreservedly. Its what I'd promised him.