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 Eight
That's how it was I found myself in the early hours of the morning clambering on the back of a motorbike behind Karl dressed only in a pair of denim cut-offs, a borrowed T and my old trainers. 'You sure you be OK back there little boy?' God! When he talked to me like that how could I be anything else? I just squeezed him tightly and laid my head against his back and off we went. I'd given him rough directions to the house and also a quick explanation regarding Daddy. I could see there might be problems if this was to go much further and knew we'd have to talk seriously if that were the case but for now all that mattered was he'd get me home and take over. Daddy and I did not have quite the relationship nearly everyone thought. I lost my parents before I ever knew them and through an odd set of circumstances the man I called Daddy became my legal guardian before I knew of anything else. Another item I was not aware of for many years concerned the fact the house we lived in was mine and a couple of quite large insurance policies had actually left me quite well off. I suppose I went through all the usual boyhood trials and tribulations, reasonable enough at school to follow on with a minor degree at our local university but I seemed to have a thing with programming computers and by the time this narrative occurs I was, at 23, quite well off in my own right. Daddy had caught me jacking off in my very early teens and apart from telling me to be careful and always to talk to him if I had any hang-ups left it as that. It must have been because he was so matter of fact about that, and many other facets of a single boy growing up without parents, that I later found it easier to tell him of my gay inclinations and later of my S&M ones. It came out he was gay also but was not much inclined to chicken flesh as he called it. Even so, he accepted I would be better of with some training to see if that was really the way I wanted to go, also some safety in his presence on periodic outings. So it was that several days a week I'd sleep beside his bed and if he woke up with a piss hard I'd take care of both items. Also we'd built some equipment in the back garden and the cellar where he'd put me through my paces from time to time. One thing he'd never been able to do was get me to fly, we thought it was because, though he was quite happy to hurt me if I wanted it, he didn't quite have his heart fully into the scene when I didn't. So, we came to an arrangement, we both went out separately when required for straightforward satisfaction but when either one of us wanted a bit more something like tonight would occur. One thing I'd never done was take someone home before. Some of that I'd explained quickly to Karl and now we were flying through the night in a different way, on the back of his bike. I was half crouching behind him to get out of the wind and found my hands creeping up under his leather jacket to discover and hot throbbing hard muscular stomach to play with and warm my hands on. 'You'll going to pay for that later,' he yelled back to me but made no effort to remove my hands so I just held on, occasionally allowing one hand to drift down to his damp crotch. It occurred to me with all the manhandling of my body he'd been up to he must be quite dirty himself under those shorts and jacket and that just made me feel hot. Following my shouted directions we pulled up outside my house and I plugged the code in to open the gates. Karl drove just inside and then stoped as the gates were closing, I thought he may be having second thoughts either about the situation he'd got into with me or more likely becoming aware of the vast difference in our circumstances. 'Anyone else at home?' he asked. 'Just us,' I replied. Why was I not worried, he could have bashed me over the head, robbed the house and made off with no fear of being caught. But no. I just knew I could trust him somehow. Maybe others couldn't, but I could. 'Get off then and give me back my T.' I got off his bike and pulled his T over my head and handed it to him. 'And your shorts,' he said with that smile. 'Nothing in the way then.' There was nothing in the way either apart from a set of metal gates between me and the well lit main road. My garden was not really dark either as the security lights came on as we passed the gate, luckily not quite fully in the area we'd stopped in. 'Not shy are we?' He moved toward me unzipping his jacket fully and nudging my naked body back until it came up against the gates. 'I could tie you up to these gates and fuck your arse raw while people walked past if I wanted couldn't I boy? 'Yes Sir. Of course you could. Or whip me till I yelled.' Oh God, here I go again, what was I getting into. More to the fact, what was Karl doing to my brain? 'You really mean that don't you boy?' he asked with his mouth ajar. 'For you Sir.' I sounded like some stupid silly girl infatuated with the latest pop star. Come to think of it what had happened to his girl? Not my problem. 'Tell you what,' he reached into an inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out what had to be a couple of spiffs, 'Have one of these for now.' Placing one between my still sore lips he gave me a light and turned my body round to face the road, pushing it up against the cool metal bars of the gate. I stood onto the bottom cross rung and raised my arms as far as possible before clenching my hands round a higher bar, taking several deep drags on the spiff along the way. It was as good as anything I'd ever scored. 'Are you sure you're up for this?' as he slapped lightly at my arse. I grunted and spread my legs further apart while holding tighter with my hands. 'Here we go boy.' Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! It wasn't his hand; he'd still got hold of that leather belt. 'More boy?' I sucked so hard on the spiff it was about to burn my lips and spitting it out I answered, 'If you wish Sir.' 'If I wish. Boy you don't know how bad what I wish for could be.' Whack! Whack! Whack! He was quite happy to lay that on, and to rub his hand over my hot arse afterwards. 'Nice and red. Oh boy, just what am I going to do with you?' I wasn't sure if that was really a question so kept my mouth shut. 'I suppose really I should make you count off when I belt you, make you say Thank You.' 'Boy wont say that,' I replied, 'its not within his remit to be grateful for your punishment. His punishment is for your enjoyment.' 'Do you mean you intend to be a naughty disobedient boy?' he asked. I could hear the grin in his face even if I couldn't see it. 'Yes Sir.' I replied, also grinning. Just what was there about Karl? I couldn't put my finger on it. I always liked it when daddy had a session with me and usually took off when he felt like showing me off, but this was different. He only did the same things the youngster from the club had done but somehow he was different. Oh yes. He enjoyed hurting me and was quite happy for me to resist so he could hurt me more, but he also had a natural realisation things worked both ways and I needed something from it as well. I had no idea what is was, just that not only was he more than capable of supplying it, I wanted it from him. 'I could get some straps and tie you to these gates,' he whispered in my ear. 'Leave you here all night for any passing car to see. Or maybe I should strap you upon the outside so that can get at your tight little arse boy.' One little bit of me almost wished he would but I had no time to consider the possible outcome as he'd already managed to wriggle 2 fingers inside my hole and was feeling around inside me. 'That's tight. I was told you'd be too slack for any real fun tonight after what use you'd had earlier.' 'Naturally tight Sir, recovers quickly.' 'That's good boy. I can see from the state of your mouth its too raw for me to use that tonight so I'll just have to make do with this I suppose.' It's true, now I thought of it. My mouth and my throat did feel raw; I didn't like to think what they'd actually look like in the daylight, even so I wanted his cock in my mouth. Did I say anything? I may just as well as his next comment was, ' Ill still be sticking it in there for pissing and cleaning boy.' By now I could feel four fingers, two from each hand pulling in opposite directions, when did he get those up there? 'Is that hurting boy? I only groaned and he slammed his body forward crushing me against the gate and forcing his fingers fully in. 'I asked if that was hurting boy. Talk to me.' 'Yes Sir. It hurts. Do you want to hurt me more Sir?' 'You really mean that boy?' 'Off course Sir. I'm sorry if it sounds weak but I want you to do whatever you like with my body. Its here for you to enjoy and if you enjoy hurting it then so do I. I just cant help it, I want whatever you want.' 'That don't sound weak to me boy,' he replied, but you may not like the way my thoughts are going.' 'Try me.' He said nothing for a few moments, just sticking his fingers as deeply as possible up my hole and I thought maybe I'd pushed too soon. Then with a rush he pulled his fingers out replacing them with a hard throbbing cock and putting his arms tightly around me and the gate bars started to fuck me with a vengeance. Several times headlamp beams shone along the road and cars rushed by but that made no difference to him. 'I'm going to fuck your arse for starters, been waiting long enough. Then I want to torture you boy, see your body laid out under me writhing with pain, screaming for me to stop. I'll fuck your arse with anything I find, fuck the shirt out of you and then carry on. You'll like that boy, you'll let me do anything I want won't you?' I could only grunt. He was squashing me against the iron gates and every thrust of his hard prick up my arse squeezed any breath I'd gasped out of my lungs. It didn't matter; we both knew the answer was yes. He could do what he wanted; I just had to know he enjoyed it. Karl didn't take long, that first time, and shortly I felt the joy of his boiling cum shoot up inside my arse. It seemed to be hotter and stronger than any I'd had before. That had to be false but that's how it felt, as if my backside had been waiting for his deposit all my life. He was sweating profusely and as his body unstuck from mine I could smell his maleness, my own body was warmed by the heat from his. Stepping away from the gate I turned to face him, to look at him, to see the sweat running down his body, that body I could hardly wait to see enjoying mine. Reaching out with both hands I touched his face and ran my fingers slowly down his cheeks, his throat, his chest, then his stomach where I placed my hands flat and used them to wipe some of the sweat from his body and transferred it to mine, slowly spreading this little part of him over my chest. Then, looking him straight in the eye I reached out and clasping his shoulders pulled my body toward his and laying my head against his neck lapped and nibbled at his juice, then rubbed the whole length of our bodies together before slowly sliding down on my knees and taking his weapon in my mouth to savour and clean. He was still half erect and his circumcised cock filled my mouth and half way down my throat. 'I don't know what it is about you boy,' I head gasping from above, 'You make me want to do things to you I hardly even dreamed about.' I placed my hands on his arse cheeks; clutching his groin closer to my nose so I could breath him in deeper and my fingers crept round to that little private hole of his. 'Don't even think of trying that. I told you I'm not gay.' He made no effort to pull away and I used one hand to pull his cheeks apart slightly and the other to stroke my fingers softly across the lips of his entrance, feeling his body buck above me and his cock stir inside my mouth. 'Anywhere your finger goes, so will your tongue,' he warned. I just pressed lightly on his rosebud to feel his cock jerk and he roughly pulled my head away. 'You're getting me hard already and I've only just fucked you. How do you do it to me?' I just knelt back and smiled up at him, which was when he noticed my dripping erect cock. 'Oh! I forgot about that,' he said pointing, 'Do you want a hand job to get off?' 'Why should your boy get off Sir?' I asked. 'That would be enjoyable and boy is not yours just to enjoy himself.' 'You really are mine aren't you boy?' The look of amazement on his face made me want to cry, it was so innocent and yet there was a force lurking somewhere behind those eyes I knew was just waiting to get out and use me. 'Yes Sir.'