Date: 5 Jun 2001 17:16:36 -0700
From: TS Candyman <tscandyman@icqmail.com>
Subject: Daddy Daddy Part 10

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Daddy Daddy    Chapter 10 -- Hot Buns

Needless to say Lou gave me hell the rest of the time that Dad was out of
town.  Lou had made me promise that I wouldn't say anything when he checked
in from his hotel.  Dad wouldn't give me any details, but from the way he
spoke he sounded like he was with someone.  I just hoped he had a good
time.  That was why Lou said to wait until he got home.

Lou left me at the flat to wait for their return.  He said he had wanted to
talk to Dad first before I told him what had happened.  There were already
several messages from some of his friends.  I had refused to take any of
the calls and let the machine answer them.  I would only answer when the
caller id displayed the number from San Francisco.  Although it looked like
it had been from someone's house instead a hotel.

I kept running through my mind what I was going to say.  I dreaded
confronting him.  I had been so scared to face my father since I first met
him.  And that was only about a month ago.  What bothered me was the fact
that I knew I had betrayed his trust and belief in me.  He had trusted me
to keep my mouth shut about it.  And at the first opportunity I get drunk
and open my mouth.  At least I hadn't announced that I was sleeping with
him.

I heard someone at the door and ran to open it.  As I suspected, it was
Dad.  He just stared at me a moment.  "I could use a hand with the luggage,
Son," he said finally.

"Um, yeah," I said grabbing some of it for him.  I brought it in and set it
by the closet.  He brought the rest in.  "How was your trip?"

"Fantastic," he said.  "The signing was good, the show was great. I met
some knew people who are interested in showcasing some of my work.  I even
met some collectors.  Remind me later to tell you about Huggie."  He said
that last with a wicked glint in his eye.

"I need to talk to you," I blurted.  I was dreading this but wanted to get
it over with.  "There's something you need to know."  From there I just
burst out everything.  I explained what happened and spared no detail.  For
all I knew, Lou had already told him on the way here.  I had wanted to be
the first to tell him, but even if I was second I wanted it out in the open
immediately.

By the time I finished we had moved into the living room.  He just sat
there and looked at me.

"Dad," I said, "I'm sorry.  I never meant to do it and the last thing I
want to do is hurt you."

"I know that," he finally said sighing.  "Well, it was bound to happen
sooner or later.  Like it or not, that second bed is going to have to be
moved in here."

"But, Dad, I…..do we have to sleep separately," I asked.

"That depends," he said, "on how well you can take your punishment."

"My punishment?"

"Yes.  Your punishment.  You are not even eighteen yet.  And you got
drunk," he said.  "Then you got into an argument at the house of some of my
closest friends.  You passed out in Lou's jeep and had to be carried in and
brought to bed.  Not to mention that you seduced him into sleeping with you
-- not once, not twice but four times!"

"Now I might have tried seducing him the first night, but it wasn't
necessary the remainder of the time," I protested.

"I don't know," Dad said rubbing his chin.  "Considering your record these
past four days, I might be more inclined to believe Lou's version of it."

So he did tell Dad.  Great -- I wondered what else he might have twisted.
"Okay, out with it," I said.  "What's my punishment to be?"

Dad motioned for me to move over to him.  "Bend over my knee," he replied.

"What?"

"I think you need a spanking to remind you who is the father in this
household and to help you remember what happens to sons who misbehave.  Now
get over here."

I could see the look in Dad's eyes.  He was serious.  He leaned back into
the chair a little more and had his legs out in front of him, bent at the
knee.  I felt my face burn with embarrassment as I started to bend over his
lap.

"Drop the shorts first," he said sternly.  I froze in place.  I slowly
reached for my belt and unfastened it.  Then I unfastened my shorts and let
them drop.

Dad reached out and guided me over his knee.  My cock happened to be placed
right between his legs.  This was a good thing in my mind because I was
actually kind of turned on by this.  I had never received a spanking in my
life.  My mother believed in discipline by placing a child in the corner.
My playroom had this one corner where you could see imprints of my dirty
face in the corner as I had grown up.

"Now, son, just remember," he said as he pulled his arm back, "Daddy does
know best."  If he had said that it was going to hurt him more than it hurt
me, I knew I was going to. . .  . .

SMACK!

"Ooooww," I yelped almost jumping off his lap.  "You hit me!"

 "Well what did you think I was going to do," he said sternly.  "I told
you, you were going to get spanked.  Now I don't want to hear another word
out of you, young man!"

Dad continued to spank me.  After each hit on my ass he would leave his
hand there for a few seconds.  I could feel the heat building up.  He
wasn't hitting me hard enough to really, really hurt.  Just enough that
there was a slightly red hand print on my ass cheek.  It was more
embarrassing than it was anything else.  However, after the first few lands
of his hand it began to really hurt.  I grit my teeth in an effort not to
cry out as he tenderized my teenage butt.  I was bound and determined I
would not let him know it hurt.

"Now, are you going to misbehave the next time I go out of town," Dad asked
as he spanked my ass.

"No," I blurted out.

"No, what?"  Another blow to my ass.

"No, Sir," I barked grinding my teeth as another slap came down on me.

"Are you going to go out drinking like that again?"

"But, Dad, I didn't know it. . . . ."  SMACK!

"That's not a Yes or No answer," he replied.

"No, Sir," I replied again.

"Can I trust you to be the young man I expect you to be?"

"Yes, Daddy," I said.

"And while you and I maintain our special relationship," he said, "are you
going to try and seduce any of my friends?"

"No, Sir," I said as I stiffened a little as he spanked me again.

After about a few more swats to my ass, Dad just sat there with his hand on
my ass.  My eyes were blurry from tears that had formed.  I think I had
grunted once or twice towards the end.  I prayed there would be no more.
Then I felt Dad move under me as his hand started rubbing my ass.

"Please, Daddy," I said almost in a whisper.  "Please don't spank me
again."

"You just stay where you are," he said.  I couldn't tell if more was coming
or what.  I did not want to look up at him so I continued to stare at the
floor.  I had tears on my face and I just pictured my ass glowing red like
in a cartoon from the spanking he gave me.

Dad continued to rub my ass and then spread out to cover the back of my
thighs and my lower back.  He pulled my shirt off and told me to kick off
my shoes and shorts.  I did, which left me in only my socks.  He reached
down and started to lift me up.  I rolled over and he helped so that I was
sitting in his lap.  By this time my cock was so hard that I knew he had to
have seen it.

I looked up into his eyes.  Before I could even register the expression on
his face, Dad was kissing me.  It was fierce.  His tongue was in my mouth
fighting with my own.  I was flooded with desire for him and at the same
time part of me wanted none of this.  Not after he had spanked my ass.

Dad pulled away long enough to rip his shirt off single-handed and still
hold on to me so that I was not dumped in the floor.  He reached for my
tits and started playing with them as he kissed me again.  My mind and
heart may have been pissed and upset about the humiliation of being spanked
and then being used as his boy toy but my body and dick knew what it
wanted.

I started playing with his tits, pulling on his nipple rings and twisting
them.  I felt Dad's legs move and realized he was kicking his shorts off.
I felt Dad's hand wander until it was underneath me and then he began
kneading my ass.

Just then I felt him lift me up and over his shoulder as he stood up.
"Hey," I said.

"I said no more back talk," he replied swatting my ass again.

"Yes, Sir," I said not sure what he was up to.  With one hand on me to
steady me, Dad walked to the bed.  He dumped me on it as he stripped off
his underwear.  "On your stomach, boy."

I rolled over so that my ass was to him.  I put my face down on the bed and
waited.  I didn't wait long.  Before I realized it, I felt Dad on top of
me.  As I started to turn to see him, I felt the metal slap against my
wrists.

"What the fuck?"  He had handcuffed my hands behind me.

I felt his hand slap my ass.  "You will not use that language towards your
father, do you understand me," Dad said.  I looked at him.  The swat had
not been anywhere near as bad as before.  The look in his eyes was pure
fiery lust.  I finally realized the game he was playing with me.

"Yes, Daddy," I said.  "I'm sorry."

"That's better," he said.  He wet a finger and slid it in my ass.  He then
spit in his other hand and lubed up his cock.  In the rush of things I
hadn't noticed how hard he was.  His dick had seemed to have grown in the
few days he was gone.

I put my head down again and waited.  I was actually enjoying the feel of
his finger in my ass.  But I really wanted him to fuck me.

I felt his finger being pulled out and felt the head of his cock at my
hole.  He pushed in.  I grunted as he slipped into me.  He pushed about two
inches into my ass before he stopped.  He was straddling my ass and I could
feel his knees on either side of my hips.  He scooted a little further up
so that he could get further into my ass from the position he was in.  I
felt him slide slowly into me.

He then began a rhythm of fucking of my ass.  Every now and then he would
stop and just grind his cock into my ass in a circular motion.  I had never
felt so full.  Not even Lou hit all the right spots when he fucked me the
night before.

"You like Daddy's cock up your ass, don't you, son," he said as he slid in
and out of me.

"Yes, Daddy," I said.

"You're Daddy's little boy-pussy," he asked emphasizing the 'boy-pussy.'  I
was ready to kill Lou.  Just after Dad fucked me senseless.  I was in
bliss.  The only problem was that in this position, my hard cock was bent
in the wrong angle and it was painful.  My hands were handcuffed and I
couldn't move with Dad on top of me.  "Ready to suck Daddy's cock and get
fucked by it when Daddy wants, right, son?"

"Oh yes, Daddy," I said.  "Fuck me, Daddy!  Please fuck my ass raw.  Show
me how much you love your little boy's ass."

Dad pulled out of my ass and grabbed my legs.  "Over, boy," he growled
twisting me.

I was thankful cause this freed my dick from being broken in half.  He
grabbed both of my ankles in one hand and lifted my legs so that my knees
were almost pressed into my chest.  With his hand over my chest, he shoved
his dick deep into my ass.  I arched my back as the pleasure ripped through
me.  "Oh yessssssss, Daddy," I moaned.

I grabbed a hold of the sheet on the mattress as Dad started really
pounding my ass.  "Yeah, that's it," he muttered.  "Take it like a man.
Show Daddy that you're his little man."  I squeezed my ass around his cock
as it plunged in and out of me.  "Tighten that ass for me."

"Please fuck me, Daddy," I moaned.  "I want you to cum in me, Daddy.
Please cum in me."

"Just a little cum slut," he asked.  "You want Daddy's juice?  You want
Daddy's cock to squirt for you?"

"Yes, Daddy, please cum in me."

"Get ready for it," he said.  "Daddy's getting ready to shoot his heavy
load up your ass, son!"  With that he lifted my legs further up and shoved
his cock fully in me.  I could feel him shooting in my ass.  As his warm
seed hit my insides, I started shooting all over myself.  Some of it even
shot into mouth.

Dad just sat there holding my legs to his chest as he caught his breath.
"Give me a moment and I'll unhandcuff you."

"Okay, Dad," I said rolling onto my side.  I was half asleep from the
session.  I felt Dad release my wrists from the cuffs.  I rolled onto my
back and started rubbing my cum into my chest.  I licked my finger.

"Looks tasty," Dad said dropping the cuffs on the floor and lying next to
me.  I offered him some.  He sucked my finger into his mouth.  He then
leaned forward and started licking my chest clean.  "I've missed this."

"I've missed you, Dad," I said.

"Missed you too," he said kissing me.  "But I'm still hungry.  How about
rolling over and letting your old man get some necessary protein."

I rolled over and wiggled my ass at him.  "It's all yours."

Dad practically dove into my ass.  He was cleaning me out for all he was
worth.  He had just really got his tongue in my ass when I heard someone
knocking at the door.  "Dad, someone's here."

He bit my left cheek lightly as he lifted his face out from between my ass
cheeks.  "So," he said.  He went back to licking me.  He was really going
to town eating his cum out of my ass.

I was almost willing to forget about the door when the knocking got louder.
Dad sighed.  He licked my ass and sucked on my hole one last time before he
stood up.  He bent down to me and kissed me on the lips. When I felt his
tongue I opened my mouth.  I almost spit out the cum he deposited in my
mouth.  I hadn't been expecting it.

"Put on some shorts," he said as he pulled his on and headed for the door.

"I'll be out of the bathroom in just a moment," I said as I stepped inside.
I closed the door and grabbed a washcloth.  I could hear some talking in
the living room so I quickly cleaned myself up.

I opened the bathroom door and headed for the living room.  The couch was
to me so that whomever Dad was talking to had his back to me.  From what I
could make out, his hair was dark and disheveled.  He was sitting so that I
couldn't tell how tall he was but he had a swimmer's build.  Something in
my mind was telling me I knew him.  Then when I heard the voice something
clicked.

"Um, son," Dad said looking at me concerned, "he's here for you."

I started to ask whom it was when the guy turned around.  My jaw about hit
the floor and I knew my eyes were as big as plates.  "Steven!  What are you
doing here??"