Date: Sun, 15 Jun 2008 14:01:55 +0100 From: Anthony Thomas <ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk> Subject: Daddy [gay] 14 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 Fourteen [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.] He was still crying a little and used one hand to wave me away, the other to wipe his eyes. I paid no attention; this was not the moment to hold to our agreement about the weekends. 'Don't,' I knelt before him and reached out to hold him but he batted my arm away. 'Sir. What's wrong, please let me help.' He flew at me without warning; one punch caught me on my cheek, the other as I ducked, the side of my head. I didn't consider myself weak and in other circumstances would have responded in kind to anyone attacking me like that but even in these circumstances knew I could never hit him, that would have finished any possibility of salvaging our relationship. I attempted to clasp his arms but that left his head free to try and nut me so I had to allow one arm to protect me there leaving one of his free to continue pummelling my body. We were rolling about on the grass, on and off the patio, the table went over, and finally back on the grass crashing against one of the massive posts holding the frame. I was trapped underneath and saw him raise a clenched fist ready to bring it down when he looked down and froze. 'What have you done to me?' he cried, 'You've turned me gay, I don't care about that, You let me hurt you and I want to do more. That's not right, I'm not that sort of person, I don't go around hurting people. Especially someone I love.' Someone he loved? He could have bashed the hell, out of me right than and I'd have let him. What could I do? I risked it. Reaching up with both hands I clasped them behind his neck and pulled his head toward mine, at first he was resisting, I saw the first tiny bit of understanding in his face as he realised I was stronger than he realised, that in a real fight we'd probably be equal. As that knowledge percolated through to his brain his body lost a little tension and when he was close enough for me to lick at the tears still showing on his cheek he slid his legs back and lay fully over me. 'You could have fought back harder,' he said, a touch of question in his voice. 'Ssshh!' I kissed his lips softly. 'Why didn't you fight me? I could have killed you.' 'You didn't, that's what matters,' was my reply, accompanied with another kiss. 'But why don't you fight back? You could, I can tell that now. Why do you want me to beat you up? Why call me Sir? Its not my scene' 'Lets take it backwards,' I said, 'It is your scene, look how hard your cock is and you've only just fucked my mouth.' He brought his lips down to mine that time. 'I don't want you to beat me up as you put it. I want you to hurt me. That's different, I can't explain it but I need to be in pain for someone, who actually by not quite so important as long as the someone is there. Daddy was that someone but now I've met you I know what was missing before, I want you to hurt me. I take the pain for you to be proud, that's where I fight back. Accepting it. And it works for you as well, I know it works for you, I knew it last Saturday night, there's a connection between us when you hurt me. Something I've never felt so fully with anyone else. I cant really put it into words but that's how it is. Karl lay over me just thinking for a moment. 'I do get off on hurting you, I have to admit it. But I don't want to tie up any lads at work and beat them. I know two of them are gay, I've even had a blow job off one.' 'I should hope not,' I looked up at him, 'The connection is between us and it better be my body you use next time you feel randy. I will fight you for that, I've no intention of sharing you. Of course,' I continued with a grin, 'If you want to share me, at weekends that is, then it's your call. I told you I was yours and that's why at weekends I'll call you Sir. Karl lives here during the week and fucks me when he feels like it. Sir lives here at weekends and can do what he wants with boy.' He kissed me again and lifting up looked at me quizzically, 'You know Karl has fallen for you boy?' 'Boy is grateful Sir. He has been speaking with far too much freedom and feels very unutilised right now.' OK! That was a bit cheeky, and as I did reach down and grasp Karl's cock rather hard I suppose I deserved the slaps and 'Shut your mouth then.' that became his response. After a little while Karl got up, reached down to yank my chain, and we set the patio back to rights. When he pit his shorts back on and went to get some ice for the last bottle of wine I rushed down to my cellar and quickly grabbed some items I thought may be useful and got back just in time to drop them by the frame and sit cross-legged before his chair. When he'd sat down with a fresh glass I scooted forward and stuck my face in his warm crotch whereupon he hung his legs over my shoulders trapping me just where I wanted to be. I could raise my head and look up at his stomach and chest or stare directly forward breathing in his warm musky scent and sucking on the outline of his cock. He taped the top of my head, 'Don't suck and get my shorts wet. Just sit there. I've some thinking to do.' He seemed to think for ages and I wished I'd put the mat under me, the flagstones had become very hard, when his legs moved and he pulled my on my hair to make me look up, 'Are you sure this is what you want boy?' How do you answer that? It's not what I want that matters and it's not my position to answer a question like that anyway. My opinion counts for nothing at this time. All I could think of to do was get up, walk over to the frame, turn to face him with my head bowed and place reach up to grab hold the rings above my head. I stood there for a while willing him to react, not looking up, trying to guess what he was up to when I finally heard some movement. I flinched when his fingernails dragged down my back to the cheeks of my arse. 'Maybe,' I heard him mutter, 'But how do I? Oh Yes.' As he must have noticed the clips attached to the rings and reaching up clipped my wrist restraints in place so if my hands lost their grip my spread-eagled arms would still be held in place. Then dragging at my legs he pulled them apart and clipped them off the same way. I was still looking down when his crouched body appeared below and his hands were pulling and twisting my balls, examining the straps containing and separating them and causing me to gasp. Looking up at me, 'More?' I nodded, and he attached both the weights Id earlier flung quickly in the box. That would teach me to look more carefully another time. Karl set them swinging slightly and stood up, now dragging his finger nails over my chest and stomach, then kneeling and repeating the performance down my inner legs. It's amazing how much more sensitive the body seems when held in such a vulnerable position and my body was almost rippling in reaction to his nails when he stood and dug them into my sore nipples. I tried to bite back on the cry that called forth but with limited success, Karl twisted harder, then with no warning, let go and started slapping my stomach from side to side, slowly working his hands up my body, over my chest and finally to my face, He wasn't holding back very much and I was being thrown about by the force of his attack, my teeth were clenched tightly and my breathing very ragged by the time he stopped for a breather. He wrenched my head back roughly, 'Look at me boy,' and held a strap in front of my face before laying it over my shoulder, then removing his grip on my hair let my head fall free while he picked something up and wrenched my head up again. 'I said to look at me,' and this time he held out the cat before laying it over my other shoulder. 'Any last requests?' Oh that grin. There was a touch of feral somewhere behind it. 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 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, not physically but by accepting the pain, living with it, allowing it to consume my body 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 suspecting murder. I might have a large secluded garden but sound travelled at night. He 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.