Date: Mon, 16 Jun 2008 20:46:46 +0100
From: Anthony Thomas <ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Daddy [gay] 15

DADDY by Ant who can be contacted at ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk

[Graphic gay sexual scenes containing bondage, watersports, S&M, group
sex].

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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.

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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.