The one year anniversary of my first master/boy relationship with Daddy John was a memorable one that I'd never, ever forget. His wife was a local political maven and on this occasion was going away for the weekend to a national convention. John told me to come over on Sunday and expect to spend all day. I arrived at the usual time, dressed up per his specifications, coat and tie naturally, and we went to church together. After church, he took me out for lunch during which he occasionally gave me a wink or a sweet, sneaky smile of sexual anticipation. The drive back to his house was spent with each of us rubbing the other's cock through our suit pants. It was totally hot. Once inside the house, he grabbed my face in his hands and kissed me intensely, forcing his tongue into my mouth for the first time ever. Letting go of my face, he unbuttoned my sport coat and pushed it off my shoulders as we continued to kiss. His strong hands rubbed my pecs, searching for my nipples. Once found, he began to pinch and tug on them as he pecked my face and lips with more soft kisses. "Strip to the waist", he ordered and I obeyed. He watched intently as I removed my tie, dress shirt and undershirt. Once bare-chested I was subject to his continued attention on my tits. Licking, sucking, pinching and tugging on my nipples was to be the order of the day. He walked me into the living room, tugging me by the tits. Sitting me on a hard wooden chair beside his easy chair, he left the room briefly, returning with two clothesline pins. He affixed one to each of my nipples to keep them hard and proceeded to watch some television. Occasionally he would pinch my cock through my dress slacks or tug on the clothespins. As I squirmed, he would chuckle. At a pre-arranged time, his pal Charlie arrived and was invited to have a tug on my tits for himself. The two old coots were having a ball at my expense and the best was yet to come. Daddy John ordered me to strip nude and I did so, my young cock sticking straight out with hardness. Then he made me stand and tied my hands behind my back with a small piece of rope and led me to the bathroom. Making me climb in to the tub/shower, they both dropped their pants and proceeded to hose me down with piss. Once their bladders were spent, he untied my hands and told me to shower and dry off but not to dress. My naked servitude was not yet complete for this day.
When I emerged from the bathroom, Daddy John presented me with a pair of his wife's bra and panties to put on. I was embarrassed but did what I was told. They were very tight on me and left nothing to the imagination. He and Charlie had a great time feeling me up, pinching and slapping my tits, ass, and cock through the soft and silky material. Then I was told to heat up the dinner his wife had left for us and serve it to them which I did while fending off the pinches, slaps, and snapping of the bra straps and panty waistline elastic. After they ate, I did the dishes and then returned to serve them brandy and cigars. As they smoked and talked, I was ordered to dress up in my suit and tie once again and kneel before John for cocksucking duty. Charlie was in a near-frenzy as I licked and sucked Daddy John's cock the way he taught me to. He allowed Charlie to masturbate and watch us as I seriously slurped my master's lovely cock and swallowed his cum. Charlie's load ended up in the candy dish yet again. After Charlie left, John jerked me off into the candy dish while sucking my tits and I was allowed to go home. It was months before my next visit and session with Daddy John, and all I can say is.......it was a Christmas I won't soon forget! Next time..........love, Heywood