Date: Mon, 12 May 2008 22:11:50 +0000
From: Mark Angle <markangle@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Daddy's Pussyboy 2

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Hank  said,  "In my family, we're a bit more strict when it comes
to old-fashioned values and education." His boy was on his  hands
and  knees  on the table. His legs were spread apart. His ass was
right in the direction of my face. His dad  was  doing  something
with  his ass. I realised he was slowly removing a butt-plug that
had been there all the time. When I saw that, my  ass  felt  very
hollow,  all  of  a sudden. Hank was pulling on the butt plug and
letting it be sucked back in again. Each time he  did  that,  his
boy  moaned.  A last Hank pulled the plug out and his boy started
gasping like he was in need of air.

Hank had a satisfied smile on his face. "A well trained pussyboy.
He's  in constant need of cock." The boy was twisting and moaning
louder, "Please, Dad, please." Hank placed a finger on his  son's
hole  and pushed it in. The boy's ass swallowed it with no resis-
tance at all. He started sighing  in  relief.  "Thank  you,  Dad.
More!  I  need  more." Hank loudly gave his son a single spank on
the ass. "Quiet, boy. Nobody cares about what you have  to  say."
His tone was cold and a bit mean.

Even  though  I  was several feet away, I was pretty sure I could
smell the leather Hank was wearing. It wasn't tight like on  some
of  those  drawings Daddy had showed me. It was pretty loose, in-
credibly black and rather worn. I could feel my  asshole  getting
looser with every one of the few whiffs I was getting. He had the
trousers, the high black boots, a very thick jacket under which I
could  see  his torso. It had begun to get a little bit loose and
wrinkly with age. On his head, he had a cap, like a old-fashioned
military  cap, high and with an insignia on the front. It was all
black and shiny, like the rest.

Abe starting caressing the boy's body. The boy reacted  at  every
touch with a moan or a sigh, sometimes a little scream. Abe said,
"Hank, I understand the need for discipline and I approve of  it,
but  I'm  fairly  sure  that I speak for everyone here when I say
that your boy is extremely well-behaved. It's actually very  nice
to  hear  your  boy  beg to have his ass played with. You do like
your ass played with, don't you, boy?" And the boy answered in  a
moan, "Yes, Master."

Hank's  boy  was  obviously  more aware of how things went than I
was, and he seemed a lot more comfortable with it. Hank was  mak-
ing  soft  circling gestures in the boy's ass with his index fin-
ger. The boy was moaning with little  screams,  "Oh!  Thank  you,
Daddy! Thank you, Daddy. It feels so good!" Abe was caressing the
boy with both his hands. My daddy joined in. The boy was  ecstat-
ic.  Abe  move  the tip of his fingers in front of the boy's face
and Hank's son immediately caught the index finger in  his  mouth
and started sucking on it. And Abe said, "Good boy."

Hank  took  his  finger  out  of the boy's ass and turned his son
around so that he would be on his back. Hank  went  back  to  his
son's  ass  and Abe and Daddy started playing with the boy's tiny
nipple. It made him scream loud, but never as if he were in pain.
In  fact  he never seemed to get enough. Daddy and Abe were going
hard on his nipples and his dad now  had  three  fingers  in  the
boy's  ass.  But between his screams, the few words he managed to
say were, "Oh! Thank you, Sir! Thank you for this, Sir," and "Oh!
Dad!  Dad,  your  fingers  feel so good inside my ass. Never ever
stop again, Dad!" I thought it was a bit awkward that he was say-
ing things like that out loud.

Abe stopped playing with the boy's nipples and then Daddy stopped
too. Still, Daddy caressed the boy's sore nipples gently  and  he
reacted to Daddy's light touch about as strongly as he had to the
strong stuff. Abe kissed the boy, just like he had kissed  me,  a
strong,  manly,  deep  kiss. I made me feel like it connected us.
The two of us had Abe in common. And Daddy  of  course.  Now  Abe
say,  "You're  a  very  good,  very well-behaved boy, do you know
that?" The boy replied, "Thank you, Master."  "If  you  wanted  a
treat, what would it be?"

I was sure he was going to want something in his ass or something
like that, but instead he said, "I want to play with  Ike's  boy,
Master." It was a bit strange to see a boy like that making a re-
quest to Abe rather tan just doing what he was told. But it  made
sense  too.  What  he asked would please Abe. I felt proud that I
was part of something that was actually meant to please Abe.  Abe
just  smiled,  his  usual  kind, gentle smile, and the two assis-
tants, in a few seconds had come out of the darkness, unhooked me
and carried me to the table with Hank's boy.

For  the  first time that day, I felt naked. Hank's boy was about
my size and I had never been in that situation with some who  was
my  size  like that before. Also, I realised that I had felt very
safe all tied up, but that being free had become a bit  scary.  I
wanted  Daddy.  To  be in his lap, sucking on his nipple, feeling
his dick grow harder under me, the way he always holds me to make
me feel better when I get scared. But Daddy, Hank and Abe had all
made a step back and they were watching  closely.  There  was  no
possibility  of  getting  off  the table. I don't know why, there
just wasn't. So I got into Hank's boy's arms.

By that time, I was, of course, naked.  He  still  had  his  only
piece  of  clothing on, his jockstrap, so our bodies were in full
contact. I had no idea how soft and warm his would be. He  looked
right  into  my  eyes  and kissed me. It was a little kiss on the
lips, the three men we could see seemed to go "Aww" when they saw
that.  Hank's  boy kissed me again, and then he kissed me the way
Abe had kissed us and the way Daddy usually kisses me, by  twist-
ing  our  tongues  together. He whispered in my ear, "I can still
taste your dad's ass. It's great. You're lucky  to  have  such  a
great  dad."  I  wasn't  sure  what  to say, so I just said back,
"You're lucky too." He answered, "I know. My dad is old guard."

Then he gently pushed down, so that my back was on the table, and
he  started  kissing and licking down. First my throat, which was
an amazing sensation, then my nipples. He'd lick on one while  he
played with the other with his free hand. He didn't go on me any-
where near as hard as Daddy or Abe had gone on him, but the  sen-
sations  were  so incredible that I understood why he had trained
to take more. I knew anything harder than what he was doing would
be  too  much,  but a part of me wanted it anyway. He then played
with my bellybutton the place just above my dick.  When  he  took
took  my  dick  in  his mouth, I heard Daddy say, "It's his first
time. That I know of."

Hank's boy did things that I didn't know were possible. His mouth
was  so  warm,  and there was so much energy in the way he turned
his tongue around my dick when it was in his mouth and in the way
he  was  rubbing  his  lips  on my dick's head. He'd even sort of
swallow it, and I could feel the top of his throat. I had  closed
my eyes and had left for a different world of pure pleasure. Then
he started licking my balls and then, and  then  that's  what  he
went  down  to my ass. That's when I found out that having my ass
licked was almost as good as licking Daddy's ass. Hank's boy  was
lying  down  between  my legs, in front of me, holding my legs up
and licking my ass like his life depended on  it.  I  could  feel
waves  of  pleasure going over me, like when I can feel the waves
of the sea when I lie down in the sand in the right place on  the
beach.

But  still, there was something missing. Hank's boy was more than
great but he didn't smell like Daddy, or like Abe for  that  mat-
ter.  In  fact,  he didn't smell at all. I was thinking that when
something happened. Abe lifted Hank's boy and turned him  around.
He  placed  us so that we were each on our side, facing each oth-
er's dicks. Hank's boy went back to sucking as fiercely as  ever.
I started sucking him too. For that part, Daddy knew it wasn't my
first time.

As we were both sucking, I felt Daddy lifting my leg and exposing
my  hole to Abe. Hank picked up the butt plug his boy had arrived
with and placed it near my face. As a reflex, I inhaled. I under-
stood  Hank's  boy  and I were like brothers., now Hank pulled my
head away and starting jerking off his son with only two fingers.
Hank's boy started moaning, "Thank you, Daddy! Thank you, Daddy!"
while Hank made me suck the butt plug. Once again  I  realised  I
had  no  more  will  of my own when I found myself sucking on the
plug without ever having decided to.

Just when I felt the butt plug go away and I had to get  back  on
that  small  dick if I didn't want all this to stop, I felt some-
thing cold on my still-exposed asshole. It was Abe's  lubed  fin-
ger.  He was trying to get in. The sensations were the most amaz-
ing yet. He was touching my anus, but I could feel  in  my  whole
body.  Abe  came to my ear and said, "You're a slut and a whore."
And I said, "I'm a slut and a whore, Sir" and my asshole  relaxed
a  bit.  "Your  own father is giving your ass over to, me." "It's
because I'm a worthless whore, Sir." My hole  got  a  little  bit
looser.  Abe said, "And do you know who I am?" "You're my Master,
Sir." And his whole finger went in. I was his, ever more.