DADDY by Ant who can be contacted at ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk
[Graphic gay sexual scenes 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 Fifteen
[There has been something about this story that's connected with me as no previous effort for Nifty has. Karl and boys feelings and reactions for each other have become as important as the sex. I apologise to those who read submissions to Nifty just for their sexual content. Will admit, usually so do I. But it just seems like I have no choice in this matter. Anyway - here comes some sex and pain.]
I could feel the endorphins had started to surface somewhere deeply inside me and Karl's equivalent were obviously working on him, the light flush and tightening of his skin, I felt a joy that I'd not been mistaken in feeling we had a link, a link probably about to be strengthened, he intended to hurt me; cause me pain, and I had to take it, stand up to it, to show him, make him proud. Proud of me for tolerating whatever abuses his imagination could think of, and, as importantly, an acceptance of himself, of how his exploitation of my submission to him would bring us closer.
That's how I fought back, proved my own strength, not physically but by accepting the pain, living with it, allowing it to consume me as Karl would consume, would breathe in the pheromones I knew my body would emit, helping to make us one.
'I said any last requests?' that punch to my stomach would have doubled me up if not spread-eagled as I was. I'd taken too long.
'Gag me please,' I didn't want our neighbours calling in the police. I might have a large secluded garden but sound travelled at night. He smiled and allowed my request and picked up a ball gag, holding it before my eyes as he spat several times over its head before jamming it in my mouth and fastening the strap tightly behind my head. I'd smelt him when he raised his arms and now I could taste him, almost refused the poppers he held toward my nose so as not to loose that scent.
Luckily I didn't. After holding it to me for several inhalations he sniffed at the bottle deeply himself and after re-capping it struck without warning, left and then right, with the belt across my chest. A quick look into my eyes and he nodded, 'Good,' he half whispered to himself and moved behind me.
Nothing happened for a moment, for a longer moment. I tried to listen; nothing, to turn my head where I could; nothing, was he there? What was he doing?
'Eeehh!' His finger nails scratched hard down my back, over the cheeks of my buttocks and down the backs of my legs, then turned and lightly scored their way back up to my shoulders, a breath in my ear, 'You hanging around for me boy?' My body had reacted far in excess of the discomfort he'd just inflicted but the next reaction was more in keeping as Crack! Crack! Crack! Three quick belts across my arse cheeks with the strap, the first causing my body to flex forward and the next two following so quickly it had no time to swing back, just bent further in half in a vain attempt to escape. The gag had been necessary; I would have yelled the place down.
Bottle of poppers appeared back under my nose and this time I breathed in with relief, if he intended to lay it on like that, right from the start, I'd be needing all the assistance I could get. 'Warming up nicely already,' hot breath again in my ear accompanied by nibbling on the earlobe and a hand passing over my sore cheeks. Of course, it was getting dark and the solar lights cutting in would show little detail on my back and the under lighting on the patio would actually put it into shadow.
There was no time to consider possible lighting problems as the next set of blows landed across my shoulders and back. Another pause. I waited for the heavy breathing in my ear, waited, and waited, Hell! Another set across my arse cheeks. This was double torture, not knowing where or when the next blow s would arrive.
'Didn't expect that did you?' Karl's breath rate had increased; there was an touch of something different in his voice, it was more guttural. He dangled strips from the cat over my face, 'Do you want to play with this next?' I couldn't see his face but heard the real question in his voice and nodded. 'I'm really going to hurt you, do you want poppers?' This time I shook my head, no. Shock, surprise, on my part at any rate. I didn't want any artificial assistance; I wanted to feel his abuse of my body to its fullest extent. I had to, for me and for him. Had to show him.
It seemed me senses entered overdrive, I heard him step back, heard his breathing, thought I heard his arm pull back, then the swish as he brought his arm down and the cat lay hard across my shoulders, again, my back, and again, my backside. He moved close and ran his hand from shoulder to arse, 'Better,' was that to me or to himself?
I was quite aware when he stepped back again, this time directly behind my body rather than to one side. I knew just what he intended, if not gagged I may have started pleading, I hope not but who knows. I somehow felt it when he adjusted his stance, took a deep breath, held it, and letting it out with a gasp laid into my defenceless body.
Starting at the top he swung that cat back and forth across my shoulders to include my arms, lower back, the tips curling round my waist, lower still across my cheeks, then back up again. I lost count of the strokes half way down, was not even aware I let go my grip on the rings above my head and only hung from the wrist straps.
Even so I was still aware of his breathing becoming almost as strangled and spit flooded as my own poor attempts through the ball gag, at least twice he hawked and spat the contents of his mouth on my back, I swear I could hear his heart beating.
It was only when I felt his hands lift my head gently and undo the straps behind my head I became aware the animal noises intruding on us were actually a continual stream of sound emitting through my mouth as it attempted to gasp enough oxygen in to live while still protesting the abuse. He pried my eyes open with one hand, 'Look at me,' All I could do was look. Even if I'd had any breath spare to speak I had no words. Just sounds, moans, muffled screams, cursing, all muddled up and escaping in that dreadful continuous spluttering sound.
'You OK?' he asked. I nodded. 'Shall I let you down?' Head shake. 'More??'
He grinned with that question, his eyes staring directly into mine. He grinned with his whole face, somehow his whole body was happy.
When that grin was aimed at me I'd have done, allowed, anything. I knew at that second I'd have to warn him soon. If I ever saw him look at anyone else like that I'd probably try and kill them. That was one and one part of him I could never share with anyone else, that was mine. I nodded with, I knew, a stupid grin on my face. I couldn't help it, I didn't care. The tears now running down were a mixture of pain and joy, I neither knew nor were bothered which.
He reached up and placed my hands back on the rings then turned to go back to the house. He must have heard the change of tone in my gasps and groans, I didn't want him to leave me, I needed him close, I knew it to be stupid but if he was close he eased my pain. 'Hang on there, only be a moment.'
How was he so attuned to my thoughts and need?
He returned shortly with a toped up ice bucket and the last bottle of wine, no glass. Picking out an ice cube he placed it in his mouth and then, gently kissed my lips, transferring the cube though to me with his tongue. Oh Joy, I crunched it, swallowed and looked at him for another. He laid his head to one side with a quizzical look, then picked another and reached down to my balls with it to discover they were still heavily strapped and weighted. To tell the truth, before he touched them so had I.
'Take them off?'
'Please,' I answered. They'd been there so long I no longer had much feeling but as he had to twist the straps to undo the straps that changed. They were bruised, tender, sensitive as hell and I had to respond. Each twist, each undone clip drew a little yelp from me that I just could not hold back. What would happen when the blood flow resumed?
Karl happened.
The second he released the last stud allowing the straps and weights to fall to the ground he rose like a rocket and with one hand behind my head jammed his mouth over mine, the other hand grasping my balls viciously.
His body was tight against my own, damping down my paroxysms, the night air was comfortable but cooling from the days heat yet he was burning, the heat from his skin almost burnt. I could feel his heart beating fast, in time with my own, almost sense the blood being rushed through his system, was sure I could hear it. Or was that mine?
His open mouth absorbed and swallowed the muffled screams issuing from deep inside me as the blood resumed its natural flow through my cruelly over abused balls. We exchanged more than just tongues or spit then. Who knows, pain, strength, endorphins, pheromones, whatever? We exchanged something, something more than body fluids, something that we became aware of at the same moment. His body locked momentarily and he pulled his head away slightly.
'Did you?'
'Yes,' I grinned back. I had to do something about this stupid grin.
'Have you ever...?'
In the heat of the moment I interrupted him, 'No.'
'What...?'
'Ive no idea. Can you live with it?'
'Oh God yes!' He continued, 'You know I've got to fuck you soon?'
'Fuck or rape?'
'Oh rape!' There was both threat and promise in his smirking reply. I'd take both. 'Where?' he continued. I glanced over my shoulder to the sling. 'What about your back?'
What could I say? My back and arse cheeks were still burning and against the sling would be sore as hell but I wanted, needed, him inside me. Deep, thrusting, painfully inside me. He'd fucked me before but this was different, that was consensual. I needed him to take me forcibly; he must consummate his possession of my body in the most primeval way possible, as my body would absorb and consume the result of that consummation.
'I've an idea,' he came back with.
Sat night continues. Clean up, me strung up, balls stretched, gagged, heavy beating with him looking in face time to time and working on front.
Finally back in sling in dark, just candels dripping for light. Fucks me, belts stomach.
Sunday, sit cross legged on patio with plug up arse and hands tied to legs, head between his thighs as he eats, feeds me bits so dirty face. Him in tight thick cotton shorts, pisses in my face. Daddy and pete join us for late breakfast.