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 Seven

It was some of the club staff, I'd forgotten all about them. I didn't care. It wasn't for me to care anyway. Just as long as people kept on hurting me then I couldn't say no anyway, could I? Oh please keep on doing it me, hurting my body anyway. I have no idea where 'me' was, somewhere watching all this and getting off on it. Heck! I could almost fly, I was so far away it was too much of an effort to listen to what was happening around my body but the belt round my neck was being used to make me sit up while the boot pressing on my balls was trying to squash them flat. I had to try and concentrate or be choked, and turned into a eunuch.

'Are we too late? Is it finished? Can we still have a go at him?'

'He's finished when I say,' that was Daddy, 'This nice hetro lad's giving boy a good work out at the moment but you lot can be next.

The boot attempting to flatten my cock and balls was removed causing my cock to swing up on my stomach in a half erect position and I just couldn't help it, my bladder finally let go with such force that even in my sitting position my face and gasping open mouth received a full blast which in turn caused a variety of comments from the mixed audience.

To my surprise the lad who'd been fucking my face appeared quite happy with the situation, 'What's so gross about that. If we can fuck him and spit on him then piss ain't any different. He'll be getting a mouthful from me soon anyway.'

He lent down and grabbing hold of the belt he'd previously placed round my neck half dragged me away from the pool of mud. I was mud daubed all over, not only my back and legs but also splashed over my chest and stomach, my groin almost decent with its covering. 'Anyone want to wash some of the mud of him for me.'

There were no immediate offers and he hauled me to my feet looking into my eyes from less than a foot away. Allowing the belt round my neck to dangle loose he moved both hands to my nipples attacking them with digging nails, grinning as I moaned and tried to twist my body away. 'God, I'd love to have you to myself for an afternoon when I come off work. I may be straight but you be enough to cause any man to think twice.' He let go of my nipples and after slapping my face punched me lightly in the stomach then backhanded my face again. 'Get down on your knees and service these fine gentlemen. I need to get soft a bit so I can piss this load in you.' Grabbing back hold of the belt around my neck, 'I'm not letting you off though.'

He pulled the belt tighter and I started to choke slightly. 'Just to show you what will happen if I think you're slacking and I'll add a boot in your balls to that as well.'

He'd moved his face only a couple of inches from mine and was staring so directly in my eyes I almost expected him to have X-ray vision and be seeing what was behind me. I don't know what it was but somehow, at that moment, I just knew I could trust him. All right, he was going to hurt me and get off on doing so or watching it happen, but I just knew he was to be trusted to look after me as well, the same sensation I had with Daddy. We stood like that for a couple of moments, just looking deeply into each other's eyes and I saw his shock as the same realisation occurred to him.

He looked away quickly and gave his body a shake, then looked back, 'Just don't ever try and kiss me boy. Then I would kill you.' Then a bit louder as he gave my shoulders a shove, 'Get down on your knees and open your mouth. Don't keep these people waiting.'

I turned round and quickly knelt as instructed being fully aware he was standing close behind me and still holding the belt around my neck. I knew it was my place to service the rampant cocks flashing in front of my face, also my duty to Daddy but I wanted to get it over with and return to him. If he made me, should that be if he let me, I'd service his body, probably do anything he wanted. He knew involuntarily just which buttons to push. After all, he'd hardly touched me and yet my body was his to control. I couldn't lose him. I had to have him, have me.

It was only when an extra thick sweat soaked cock was thrust through my bruised but open lips that it sank in at least two, possibly more, had preceded it and that I'd obviously serviced them satisfactorily judging by the cum drying on my face and the fact I'd not been strangled. How could I be off daydreaming about a episode that was unlikely to happen and have no awareness of the present yet act as if all was normal? Well, as normal as my life ever was.

Then I heard it, that snivelling female voice from somewhere on the periphery of the crowd. 'Karl. When are you going to take me home? You should put your clothes back on and leave that gay perve alone.'

Karl! So that was his name then. Karl, Karl, Karl, it just kept on running through my head as I felt the cock in my mouth start to judder while hands grabbed the back of my head, clutching it forward into a hairy sweaty groin as a stream of someone's hot sweet cum spurted and flowed down my throat, into my stomach to join god knows how many other loads.

'I'll take you home when I'm ready and it wont be soon girl.' His voice, deep for his age, rough in accent and tone, permeated my body and soul. He didn't know it but they were his for the taking. Just my luck to find the right guy at last and he was a one off hetro. 'You don't think I'm leaving fun like this do you? Bit better than the hand shandy you'd promised eh?'

'You know I don't like it in my mouth,' God how she could whine, 'I want to go home Karl.'

'Piss off then girl. Or I'll drop you off later. Up to you, now shut your gob.' God! If I wasn't so busy trying not to choke as yet another load of cum was shooting down my throat I might have got off and creamed myself. There was no effort, no raised voice, no false modesty, he was the boss and he knew it. With her and with me. And he preferred me!!! My head was ringing, but that may have been more because he'd taken to slapping it from side too side to attract my attention.

'This lad here says he's got dibs on your arse tonight. That so?' He gestured toward the piss lad from the club I'd almost forgotten about.

'Sorry Sir.' Where the hell did that Sir come from?

He grinned, that almost feral grin with just the hint of humour in his eyes to offset the threat. 'That's OK boy. I'll just have to make do with your mouth then.' My shoulders sagged. 'Don't worry. I've made arrangements to visit you next weekend. Two whole days if you can take it?'

Two days. Two whole days. I wanted to shout and cry, I could have hugged him, kissed him. I would have knelt down and washed his feet, anything he wanted just then would have been only his due.

He must have seen something in my appearance as a sharp tug on the belt round my neck brought me back to my senses. I mustn't shame him, I mustn't shame Daddy either. I would just have to wait. Somehow. He must have been making arrangement with Daddy while I was off in a trance being face fucked.

'Get back down on your knees. There's still a few here need to take a piss and you could do with being washed down.'

Yes there were. I'd only been kneeling a moment when first one, then two, then several streams of piss were streaming over my body, my face and hair, in my mouth when I opened it to breath. I could tell it was required. It seemed my whole body was covered in drying mud and cum, I could feel it sloughing off under the warm streams. Again I was brought back to my senses by a sharp tug on that neck belt.

'Have to get something better to throttle you with next weekend,' he said while leading me over to a picnic table under the trees. 'Lay down on your back, I've just heard what happens next and it wont be nice.' As I lay back he moved behind my head and grabbing hold of my wrists continued, 'God I wish you were mine.'

'I am.' I heard myself reply, or was that just in my head.

I went to repeat myself aloud but found Daddy holding my head up and bringing poppers up to my nose. 'I can see you're flying,' he said, But you'll be needing these.'

I didn't need anything, just as long as Karl didn't change his mind about next weekend. At least I didn't think so.

At the other end of the table my legs had been raised and folded back leaving my arse level with the edge and fully open and exposed to the elements. It was no surprise when the next thing I became aware of was what I'd consider to be a medium sized cock slides in without hindrance and a hand grabbed my balls. That also was no surprise as the abuse my hole had received earlier and my recollection of his size meant there shouldn't have been any problems. What came next however, that was different.

Poppers appeared once again under my nose and I had to inhale, thank god I did. Someone laid that bloody leather belt across my stomach with damn sight more than a love tap. My body arched up from the table held only by my outstretched wrists at one end and my balls at the other. I tried to scream but found someone's hand covering my mouth, I couldn't even breath let alone scream. As I fought for a breath that belt landed again while my body was still arched up and then I had to allow it to crash back to the table.

The hand clutching my balls pulled them sharply, 'Get your arse back on my cock you stupid prick,' and he slid back in. 'Can someone gag him, don't want to advertise the bitch too much.'

He was supposed to be a Master. No way. My original thought back at the club was correct. There was no way I'd ever let him near me again. As if calling me a bitch wasn't bad enough the little prick, and he was a little prick, just had no idea of how to control a boy. I had no objection to being gagged, sometimes it was necessary, but for Karl I would have tried to manage without.

Someone's dirty briefs were shoved in my mouth restricting my breathing as I stared up at him. This time I tried to keep my eyes open when he pulled on my balls and as expected the strap lay across my stomach again, and again. He was watching me as his cock plunged in and out of my arse, looking for something he didn't see. 'Hit him harder', as he squeezed my balls and thrust himself faster and faster in my arse. 'Go on, make him feel it.'

I tried to convey the message I considered him a little shit though it was somewhat of a problem even keeping my eyes open whilst attempting to breath through the briefs and my clenched teeth. The belt landed several more times over my stomach and once over my tender nipples when I nearly lost it but then got thrown down and a voice, 'There's something wrong here. This isn't fun.'

The lad was almost crying as much as myself, 'He's supposed to hurt, to feel pain. That's what he's for. Someone hurt him.'

He was slamming his cock in and out of my hole as if he could hurt me that way. Thankfully someone took hold of his hand and unclasped my balls. 'Its what supposed to happen. You said I could do what I wanted with him.'

'You call yourself a master?' that was Daddies voice of disdain. 'You can't even control yourself let alone a boy like this who's worth six of you any day.'

As my body collapsed back to the table I allowed the warmth of those comments to flow through me, helping somewhat to ease the hurt.

The hands holding my wrists pulled my unresisting body fully onto the table and then reached over to remove the gag, 'Are you OK?' Karl asked.

'Would have been if it was you.' It was strange looking up to his eyes upside down but the result was the same as before. It would have been different with him. 'Problem is that little shit has killed the mood.' Turning my head from side to side I could see that was reflected in the rapidly vanishing audience sheepishly wandering away.

Shortly there were only four of us left, Daddy and someone I'd seen him play with before, Karl and myself.

'But I really wanted you to have fun,' I burst out with before thinking.

'So did I boy. How do you feel about me coming back now rather than next week? Get you cleaned up, have a drink, then see how you feel?'

I looked over to Daddy. I knew he would be OK but this was the first time anyone had been invited back to the house like this.

All he did was look up, mouth the word 'enjoy' and walk off to the van with his friend. I don't know what checking up he'd done but obviously we both had good vibes about Karl. As they drove off a pair of shorts and my trainers came flying out of the window and that was that.