Date: Mon, 28 Apr 2008 23:03:20 +0000
From: Mark Angle <markangle@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Daddy's Pussyboy 1

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I  was  holding  Daddy's hand. We had driven for a long time to a
small place with few, big buildings. It was  late:  the  sun  had
just  set. The car was parked nearby; we had to be careful not to
step on the mud when we walked out. There were a few  other  cars
parked  there.  It  was near a big building, like a large hangar.
The weather was very warm. All I was wearing were some shorts,  a
polo  shirt  and  shoes. Daddy had removed my socks and underwear
earlier on in the car. We got near some big, big doors. Dad  made
a  call  call  on  his  phone. He said we were there. There was a
buzz. We walked in. I was still holding on to Daddy's hand. There
was  a smaller room with other doors. Daddy and I went to a regu-
lar-sized door. A voice asked dad for his name.  He  said  "Ike".
That  is  not  his name. The door unlocked and there was this big
rooms with other daddies and their boys.

There were these three men; they were  tall  and  muscular.  They
looked strong, like if you were attacked by something, they would
be able ta save you. Around them there  were  four  chairs  in  a
half-circle. On three of them, there was a man sitting down. They
were all at least as old as my dad. Sitting next to them  on  the
floor there was a boy. When we walked in, we could see the man on
the chair the furthest away facing right, the other two,  we  saw
more  of  their  backs. In front of them, in the circle they were
forming, we could clearly see the faces  of  the  three  standing
men.  They  were lit by something very bright on the ceiling, and
only the centre of the room was lit. The rest was  completely  in
the dark. The fourth chair, the closest to us, was empty. The boy
sitting next to the one at the other end looked very  scared.  He
was  holding  on  tight to his dad's leg. His dad was petting his
head, rubbing his fingers through the boy's hair. The boy  seemed
to  like  that.  It  made  him  smile a bit. Dad sat on the empty
chair. I did what he'd told me to do and sat next to him  on  the
floor. I realised that I too was scared and I too grabbed Daddy's
leg in my arms. He'd told me I would be allowed  to  do  that.  I
could feel his muscles contract when he moved. It was warm. I was
scared, but being with these men also made me feel very  safe  at
the same time.

As  soon  as we'd sat down, one of the three standing men stepped
forward. He had dark hair and a moustache and he  was  wearing  a
grey  and  white  striped  shirt  and leather trousers. He looked
nice. I felt like I could trust him. Actually, there was  a  sort
of  mood there that felt good. The man said, "Now that Ike's here
we can begin. First of all, let's make sure  we  all  know  who's
who. I'm Abe. I'm the trainer for tonight." With an open hand, he
pointed to the two men behind him. "These are my assistants.  Ac-
tually,  this is Carl's first time as a trainer and he's very ex-
cited." He turned back to us and walked to the man at the far end
of the half-circle. The man was wearing a shirt and jeans. He had
thick wavy blond hair. "So, who are you?" "I'm  Frank,"  the  man
said.  He  sounded  a  bit self-conscious. Abe then asked Frank's
son, "And who are you?" Frank's son grabbed even tighter onto his
dad's  leg  and said in a tiny squeak, "I'm my daddy's pussyboy."
Abe smiled and said, "I really should ask you to  say  it  louder
than  that,  but  for  now,  I'll  just ask: do you have a name?"
Again, Frank's son said, "I'm my daddy's pussyboy."

Then Abe said, "Good boy" and he patted Frank's son on the  head,
and  cupped  his  head in his hand. As he did that, he rubbed his
thumb near the boy's lips. Frank's son moved his lips out just  a
bit,  as  if  he wanted to suck on Abe's thumb. Abe took his hand
away and petted Frank's son on the head again. Frank was watching
and  rubbing  his  crotch  through  his jeans with his hands. Abe
asked Frank's son, "do you cry sometimes?" The boy  said,  "Yes."
Abe smiled gently. "You have to know that here, it's okay to cry.
Here, you don't have to be the man. We're the men. You  can  just
go ahead and be a boy when you're here, okay?" And he looked back
at us and added to all the boys, "And that's  true  for  all  you
boys."

Abe  moved on to the rest of us. To Gary, a black man, a bit fat,
but with very big lips, to Hank who was very tall and very  skin-
ny,  and  to Daddy. Hank was dressed all in leather. His boy only
wore a jockstrap. When he asked us boys who we were, we  all  an-
swered in turn, "I am my Daddy's pussyboy." Actually I said, "I'm
my Daddy's cuntboy". Daddy had said I could use either.

Abe said, "Okay, now that we are all clear on who we are, we  can
begin.  Let's start with something simple." He made a sign at the
two other men and turned to Daddy. "Ike, can you  come  here  and
take  off  your  pant, please?" Daddy did that. He wasn't wearing
any underwear. His cock was hard and huge. While he took off  his
pants,  the  two men brought a table that had been left somewhere
where the room was dark. Daddy only kept his shirt on, and, guid-
ed  by  Abe, he lay down on his back on the table. I had followed
him instinctively. Abe said, "You follow your dad,  I  see.  Good
boy."

He  went on, "Ike, lift your legs and hold on to the back of your
knees." Daddy did that. His asshole was exposed. I had never seen
it  before.  Abe  looked at me right in the eye. He had very pale
blue eyes and very dark hair. He put his hands on my arms near my
shoulders.  His  hands  were big and warm.  He said, as gentle as
ever, "Now, boy, you're going to do just as I  say."  "Yes."  Abe
made  a  face.  "You're supposed to call me Sir. Actually, you're
supposed to call me Master, but Sir will do for now. I'm not  go-
ing to get mad at you this time, but you HAVE to call me at least
Sir and answer me 'Yes, Sir' or 'No, Sir' when I  ask  you  some-
thing, got it?" "Yes." I caught myself. "Yes, Sir." Abe nodded.

"Now, tell me who you are again."

"I am my daddy's pussyboy."

"Yes,  you  are.  You are your daddy's pussyboy. Also, you should
say, 'I am my daddy's pussyboy, SIR.'"

I hung my head and blushed.

"Do you understand what it means?"

"I think so..." He looked at me. I added, "Sir."  "Okay.  Get  on
here."

Abe  helped  on  the table. There were heaters there. The air was
very hot. Daddy was sweating. He'd been smelling  different  that
usual all day. Usually he smelled like cologne or nothing. Today,
all day, he'd smelled something different. Not bad, but  it  made
me feel weird.

Abe  looked at me. His face was right in front of mine. He looked
very serious, like he had something very important to say. He was
holding  me tight with his big hands. He spoke slowly and calmly,
to make sure I understood: "I want you to get between  you  dad's
legs  and  lick  his  ass."  I  nodded. "You understand, me boy."
"Yes." "Yes who?" "Yes, Sir." That time, when I said "Yes,  Sir",
I  felt  something.  I was on the table. I looked at Daddy in the
eye. He said, "Do it, boy, lick your daddy's ass."  There  was  a
lot  of  light  on  me and I couldn't see the other dads and boys
very well. I got nearer to Daddy's ass. I smelled a bit like poop
but  also like something else. I got my mouth nearer to it. Daddy
said, "Do it boy, lick my ass. Lick your Daddy's ass."

Just then, Abe pulled me away. He  took  his  very  serious  look
again.  "Do you know WHY you must lick your Daddy's ass, boy? And
don't forget to say Sir." "No, Sir." "You must do  it  because  I
want  you  to and because your dad wants you to. Everyone listen,
this is the most important thins about a pussyboy: nothing you do
is  done because you want to do it, when you do what you're told,
you must always know it is because your dad wants it or because I
want  it.  We  think for you." I said, "Yes, Sir." Abe smiled be-
cause I had remembered to say Sir. Then he said,  "I'm  going  to
help  you, boy, but just this time." I said, "Thank you, Sir" and
I really meant it. I didn't know how he was going to help me, but
I trusted him.

Abe  gently  placed  his  right  hands  behind my head and slowly
pushed mf face it towards Daddy's exposed ass. In two seconds,  I
had  the inner faces of daddy's asscheeks against my mouth. Daddy
gasped. "Oh, YES, boy. Eat your daddy's ass!" I pulled back  just
a  little.  It  was  a  bit sticky. The smell was very strong. It
filled me. It changed the way I  was  thinking.  Abe's  head  was
right  next  to  mine. He murmured, "Lick it, boy. This will make
you into a real pussyboy. You will love it." I started licking  a
bit.  Daddy was whining. "Yes, boy, lick my ass. Eat your daddy's
ass, boy." And Abe was pushing my head against  Daddy's  ass  and
whispering, "Do it, boy. Become the pussyboy you are meant to be.
Feel me pushing you against your dad's ass.  He's  your  dad.  He
made you, he raised you, and now you're licking his shithole, the
hole he uses every day to shit. And I'm making you do it." It was
all  true.  I felt like I was about to faint. I felt like my life
had meaning. Dad was moaning more and more loudly. Abe  went  on,
his  voice  was  low and soft. "The truth is that you're a little
slut. We're going to treat you like a whore, we're going to  make
you  lick  the  ass  of  every  man here, and then some." At that
point, I wanted this never to end. I could  picture  myself  lick
Daddy's  ass for the rest of my life while listening to Abe. "I'm
going to make you do the lowest things  possible  to  many,  many
men,  and  you're  going to do it all. Things you don't even know
exist, things you don't know are possible, because I control  you
completely  and  you  no longer have the ability to want anything
without going through my mind. You have no will of your own.  You
have no freedom. You are ours."

I  was licking and listening. My cock was so hard it hurt. Every-
thing around me was spinning. All I knew for sure  was  that  the
only truth in the world was that man Abe who was so beautiful and
kind, and Daddy's ass was where my face belonged  and  that  this
must never end.

And  then Abe said, "He's done. Let's move on to the next one." I
felt a shiver a fear go through my whole body. I felt sick at the
idea  of  what was going to happen. What I feared was exactly was
happened: the two men came and seized me. They  carried  me  away
from Daddy's ass. I screamed, I tried to fight them off, but they
were much, much stronger than me. They held me on the floor, sit-
ting down while Daddy got up. I started sobbing. Abe came back to
me. He said, "You must understand that  we  have  complete  power
over  you.  You can't lick your daddy's ass only because you want
to." There were tears running down my cheeks. The  two  men  were
putting  ankle and wrist restraints on me. They attached my hands
behind my  back and put a collar around my neck that was attached
to a hook in the floor. It's only then that I even noticed that I
hadn't tried to resist the collar and restraints. Abe  was  right
about  everything,  as I thought. He wiped my tears with his big,
strong, warm hand. "Remember: it's okay to cry. You  cry  because
you're  a  boy.  But it's good because it's also what makes you a
pussyboy and a slut whore. You understand?" I nodded. And I said,
"That's why I need men like you and why you're going to let me do
all these things you were talking about. Right, Sir?" Abe  smiled
and  said,  "Good boy." Then he hugged me long and hard. His body
was huge next to mine. And then he put his mouth against mine and
we  kissed.  His  tongue  reached  into my mouth and he rubbed it
against my teeth. He was the first man I  had  ever  kissed  like
that,  apart  from  Daddy.  We  were both sitting on the floor. I
couldn't hug him back, of course, since my  hands  were  attached
together,  but  the  feeling  of his power over me compared to my
powerlessness over him made me like it even more. I  could  still
feel the smell of Daddy's ass inside me when I breathed, and that
was good. Abe got up and walked up to Daddy. They kissed the  way
Abe had kissed me. The boy who had been sitting by the chair next
to ours, the one who only wore a jockstrap, was on the  table  on
all fours with his legs spread apart. I could see his asshole and
I knew I would want to lick it if Abe or Daddy told me to.  Right
now,  they didn't tell me what to think so I wasn't thinking any-
thing. The boy on the table was shaking a bit. He was  scared.  I
missed  the time when I was scared too, just a bit earlier in the
evening. I understood now that it was more of  that  power  these
men had over me and that I had loved from the start. I wished I'd
be scared again like that and feel the power again. Now there was
no  fear,  I simply had a huge, unfulfilled craving to obey Daddy
and that Abe man again.


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