Date: Sun, 25 May 2008 01:54:41 +0100
From: Anthony Thomas <ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Daddy Cpt 2

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].

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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.

Chapter Two

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There was a quick squirt of cold lube up my hole and then an even colder
plug was stuck slightly in.  I had seen what was going to be used on me, a
six inch solid metal plug that opened out twice to a breadth I'd never get
my fingers round and then back down to a very narrow shaft on a small oval
plate.  What I'd not been ready for was how cold it felt or how quickly it
was forced in my arse to the first stop.

For the brief moment the plug had been in my view I'd not taken much
attention to the fact there was another stop to go.  My hole had not been
violated since the previous weekend and so there had been time for it to
recover somewhat, not to mention the plug was not only very cold but also
very solid. I couldn't help but gasp.

'Who told you to make any noise?' someone asked, 'Here comes the rest!'

That time I yelped and my body spasmed on the table.  'Can't have him
thrashing around.  Someone strap his body down.'

While pair of hands played with my strapped cock and balls whilst twisting
and turning the plug to get full deep access some others passed and
fastened a pair of straps across my back and waist leaving me fully
fastened to the table at a right angle, my legs still just on the floor, my
cock and balls dangling free, my arse available to one and all and my head
just falling over the far edge.

'Can I hurt him?'

'That's what he's here for. Just no blood and no perm damage,' replied
Daddies voice as he placed the poppers back under my nose.  I heard a
buckle being undone just by my ear and the sound of a belt being drawn
through waist hoops. ' Here you are.  Use this.'

'You fuckin' bastard!' I thought I'd said under my breath but daddy heard
me.

'Definitely. If you think you can call me names like that, think again, I'm
going to make sure you get real hurt and used tonight boy.' came his reply.

At some signal the hands that had been running over my body, slapping at my
arse and pulling on my balls were all removed and someone swung daddies
belt down across my backside with considerable force.

Crack!  It hurt.  I yelled.  Crack! And again Crack!  My arse stung as I
tried unsuccessfully against the straps. Tears were already rolling down my
face to the delight of some pervert close enough to lick them from my
cheeks as they fell.

'Hey!  Keep the noise down a bit will you.  They'll hear in the street.'
There was a pause. 'Hmm!  Nice red arse.  Pity I'm on the door tonight.
Stick something in his mouth will you.  Just keep it down a bit.'

'I'll stick this in,' came another voice, 'problem is I've seen his teeth
snap when he gets belted.'

That's curable,' came Daddies voice, 'open wide boy.'

I opened my mouth wide to Daddies fingers but when I attempted to suck on
them he pulled out and slapped my face, first bone side and then the other.

'I just said to open wide.  Not to enjoy yourself.'

He forced a rubber-coated ring into my mouth fastening the straps off
behind my head.  I'd not seen him bring that with him.  It meant I was
unable to close my mouth, whatever the circumstance.

'There you are.  No clashing teeth.  Mouth all yours.'

'That should do it,' came the earlier voice.  'You can carry on now and
have fun.  This should cool him down a bit.' And I shivered as some cold
wet fizzing liquid was slowly poured over my inflamed arse, running down my
crack and over what part of my balls were not covered by the piss sheath.

'Open your eyes boy and see what your mouth is going to pleasure.'  A hand
grabbed hold of my hair and pulled my head up slightly where I could focus
on a semi erect jet-black uncut cock. Not too broad but it made up for that
in length. Had to be an easy six inches and that was just semi erect.

He pushed the tip through my gag ring but when I went to lick it for him I
received a slap across my face and the hand pulled my head up harder.  'I
didn't say you could enjoy yourself with my cock boy. That's not why you're
here.'

He must have given a signal as the belt lay across my backside again,
Whack! Whack! Whack!  No poppers this time.

I would have screamed if my mouth hadn't been blocked.  It hurt like hell
and there was no way I could even move my body to try and escape.  His cock
had hardened and thrust itself straight down my throat without me even
gagging but I sure knew it was there now.  My eyes were streaming as I
heard him, 'That's good.  I could feel him trying to yell.  I do love a boy
in pain.  Someone else have a go at his arse.'

He grabbed hold of my hair to raise my head slightly and as he started to
run his cock in and out through the ring and my lips just managing to grip
his other hand was slapping my face from time to time causing the hand
holding my hair to pull harder as my head swung from side to side.

Someone, probably Daddy stuck the poppers temporarily under my nose for
which I was grateful as after being christened again with someone's drink
my backside was being slapped by a series of hands, some softly and some
hard as possible. My arse cheeks and my face cheeks hurt and my bladder was
filling causing another pain as the stiff black cock filling my mouth and
throat seemed to grow once again as my abuser started to rape my face with
a vengeance. He had no mercy on me, he wanted to hurt me while he got the
chance and made sure he did a good job.

Every time he thrust deep down my throat, his crinkly groin hairs bashing
my nose and his balls swinging under my chin he would pull my hair or slap
my face and tell the others, 'Slap him harder!  Make him hurt so I can feel
it down his throat.  Hurt him!'

Every slap either seemed to land where the belt had damaged me earlier or
on the end of the solid butt plug causing that to jerk around inside my
arse. The fact that a weight had been attached to my bouncing balls was
just another area of pain to endure as he let go of my hair and grabbing my
head in both hands yelled out 'Yes! Yes!' and started to shoot jet after
jet of boiling cum down my throat.

Finally his thrusting slowed and he partially withdrew his still half hard
cock from my mouth.  'Now you can use your tongue to clean me up boy.'

'Can I piss in here as well?' I heard him ask.

'Be quick.  Boy needs a bath before I let the crowd at him,' came Daddies
reply.

It didn't take him long before, at first a few drops, shortly followed by a
constant stream of hot acrid piss followed his cum down my throat causing
me to gag on the volume but all he did was jam his groin back up to my
mouth meaning I had to swallow or choke and making me fear slightly for my
breath before his flow slowed and he pulled out finishing off by spraying
my face and hair.

'Thanks Boss,' I could hear him say to Daddy as the clips restraining my
wrists and ankles were removed, as were the straps across my body and hands
pulled me to my feet. 'I love to get a chance at his other end sometime,'
he continued, 'Somewhere it wouldn't matter if he screamed.'

'Leave me your phone number before we go,' Daddy replied, ' I like to see a
man who enjoys his play but right now I think he needs to wash down.'

Then I realised my back and hair were covered in streams of quickly drying
cum I'd never even felt land on my body earlier.  My backside felt hot and
sore as did my throat as Daddy removed the ring gag from my mouth.  'Get
over there and take a bath before I have you strung up for these others to
enjoy.'

Over there was only a few feet away, an old bath I'd vaguely been aware of
people pissing in for some time.  I was half walked, half led over. The
time my body had been abused must have been longer than I'd realised as
even in the poor light I could see a good few inches of mixed piss with
streams of cum floating on the top.

'Go on.  Get in,' accompanied by a slap on my still sore arse from Daddy.
'Get in and let them see just what a filthy boy I own.'