Date: Thu, 26 Jun 2008 23:23:32 +0100
From: Anthony Thomas <ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Daddy [gay] 18

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 Eighteen

[You may find the continuity sucks from Cpt 17. This will be because I've
re-written 17 and you should download the new version]



He stood up and took the case behind me and after some fumbling placed a
hand on my back, 'Raise your arse up boy,' obviously not high enough as his
hand moved to jerk on my neck chain, 'higher.'

I felt the tip of a dildo or butt plug positioned at my hole and his hand
moved to my shoulder to push down slightly, 'Now get your arse back down on
that.'  He reached forward without any further speech and grabbed my right
hand, pulling it back to clip the leather wristband to my left leg, then my
left wrist to my right leg.  Now it was only my knees that held my arse
away from what I now realised was a dildo and I also knew with the angle my
body was now bent backwards they would be unable to hold me up for long.

That I should slowly plug myself was Karl's intention, he told me so on his
return to my front where he sat watching my face.  'I don't see why I
should do all the work when you're quite capable of hurting yourself for me
to watch.'

After the invasion he undertaken of my arse less than ten hours ago you'd
think I'd find taking a dildo up there an easy option.  That was not the
case. He'd lubed it well and I was not yet aware he'd used the eight-inch
version; even so I was finding it painful and difficult to allow the
intrusion even though my thighs were already complaining about the strain.
He decided to help things along, firstly by attaching a pair of nipple
clamps, then holding a bottle of poppers under my nose, then putting his
face right up to mine, his hands on my shoulders and telling me, 'Get your
arse fully plugged or I'll hit you boy.'

That all helped and I managed to sink my body back down till my arse cheeks
were resting on my ankles.  That hurt and I didn't want to sit any deeper
down until my body had time to acclimatise.  Karl bent forward and looked
behind me the sat back and grinned, that little half grin that I'd come to
realise was a sign of his other side, what I thought of as his feral side.

'That's cheating,' he said, 'Get your arse right down on that cushion I
allowed you in my mercy.'  I shook my head.

'You know I'm going to hit you then?'  I nodded.

'You want me to hit you?'  I shook my head.

'But you'll let me?'  I nodded, and smiled.

That smile may have been a mistake as one hand darted out to grab my hair
strongly and the other was used to swipe across my face, back and forth,
back and forth, time after time after time and not holding back much on the
force either.  Then he let my head slump and switched to my stomach, some
light punches followed by slapping till it turned red and heated up.  'Must
remember to get gloves before I hit your face again,' he murmured, 'less
chance of damaging my hand then.'

Damaging his hand?  What about damage to me, I couldn't help whimpering and
moaning, the tears rolling down my face, my head hurt, my stomach hurt, my
arse?  My arse had swallowed the dildo right the way down and was now
sitting cheeks flush to the cushion. At least one thing was better.

Karl noticed when that happened and stopped hitting me.  He gave me another
sniff of poppers and as the buzz hit put his tongue out and licked the
tears of pain from my face.  He said something about, 'We should share
everything, good or bad,' and then he kissed my brow, each eye, and
briefly, my lips.

Oh Karl!  Do you really know how you affect me?

It didn't matter; he had another idea.  A connection from my neck chain
back down between my ankles pulled my head backwards restricting body
movement even further and making it almost impossible to see my groin
without causing probable strangulation. His fingernails scratched down my
chest, dug into my nipples, then continued over my sore stomach and
bypassed my achingly erect cock to score down my thighs.

Was it my slight moan of disappointment, the look on my face, or just
common sense?  He looked down at and slapped at my cock with his hand, 'Did
I miss something out then boy?' I kept my mouth shut, or rather I didn't
say anything. 'You didn't expect me to service your cock boy did you?'
He'd slid back and bent down, looking at my cock from a matter of inches
whilst continuing to bat it back and forth.  'You must be stupid boy.  I
abuse you and yet you stay hard.'  He was really hitting it now and at
times including my balls.  My moans were becoming more distinct and turning
into little yelps.  I couldn't help it.  'Bout time I filled your mouth
with something to shut you up.'

He sprung upright and placing first one leg then the other over my
shoulders forced my body and head to strain further back and somehow
tightening the chain round my neck in the process.  I was already having
some trouble in breathing when his rampant cock stuck itself in my open
mouth and part way down my throat.  'You shouldn't have any trouble
swallowing at this angle,' and he slowly thrust his cock into my mouth as
thoroughly as the dildo shoved up my arse.  It was a matter of accepting
the intrusion and allowing it full access or strangling on my neck chain as
my head was forced back more and more.  I accepted it, it was easier to
swallow his cock right down without gagging in the process but did he have
to strangle me and break my back in the process?

Karl stood still as a statue and holding mty head tightly rocked it back
and forth, using my mouth to wank his cock.  This was different to my
giving him a blowjob, it was even different somehow to having my face
fucked, he just stood there, saying nothing and using me, as he would once
have done his hand.  His groin smelt of fresh Karl and sweat, my eyes
focused on the dark wiry hairs as they pulled back and then crushed my nose
again, and again. I had to concentrate on something else than my bent back
and I anyway loved the smell of fresh Karl at any time.

His thighs clenched either side of my head and I felt his cock in my mouth
throb and shot, one, two, three times straight down my throat where I
couldn't taste him.  Then he managed to pull back and continued, swamping
my mouth with his juice.  'Don't swallow boy,' and stepping away he knelt
down watching me swirl his juice round my mouth.  'Now open your mouth and
let me see it full of my cum.'

As I obeyed from either side of my full mouth a mixture of his juice and my
spit escaped and ran down to drip from my face to my chest.  'You are a
dirty boy,' he said as he cleaned his cock down with his hand and then
wiped that through my hair.

'Your dirt Sir,' I smiled up at him after swallowing the last contents of
my mouth.

'Better give you some more then, close your eyes and keep your mouth open
boy.'  Oh Yes!  It didn't get much better, drinking and covered head to
foot with his piss made me feel really a part of Karl for a few moments,
when he covered my body with what had been part of himself.  Sure enough, a
few moments later a hot stream of acrid piss hit the side of my face,
quickly being steered into my open mouth.  As that filled and I swallowed
he walked the stream around, in my ear, through my hair, down my back, the
other ear, then back to my mouth to finish off. Oh heaven, I was soaked
with Karl, stank of Karl and, as he used a towel to wipe my brow and eyes,
looked straight at Karl.

'You enjoyed that boy?'  I nodded with, I just knew, a silly smirk on my
face. 'Cant have that can we?'

He rummaged around in that case again and came out with a short cardboard
tube he stuck in my mouth and told me to grip with my teeth.  Then he came
up with a candle he proceeded to stick in the tube.  Oh!  I could see where
this was going, yes, there followed a the flick of a lighter with the flame
being applied to the wick which soon flared away.

'You can move your head up and down but if side to side you'll meet this,
he showed me his fist.  'And if you spit it out I'll use that belt on your
front like I did your arse last night.  You hear me boy?'

I nodded, the first drips of wax falling from the end onto my upper chest.

Karl saw that and moved behind me to slacken off the chain.  At least I
found it easier to breathe now.  On the downside the wax would now fall
almost directly onto my cock and balls, my tender cock and balls I
discovered.

He sat down cross-legged before me with the wine bottle in one hand, 'This
is going to be interesting.'