Date: Sat, 13 Jul 2013 17:08:10 +0000 From: Mark Angle <markangle@hotmail.co.uk> Subject: Worshipping Daddy Worshipping Daddy by Mark Angle Legal Disclaimer: This story contains explicit sexual content. If this offends you, or if it is illegal for you to access such content, please do not read. This story is fictional in every way. The characters in this story are not based on real people, alive or dead, and the events in this story are not based on real life events that the author has been a part of or seen. Any similarities in names or descriptions are purely coincidental. The author grants the Nifty Archive a non-exclusive, worldwide, royalty-free, perpetual, and non-cancelable license to display the work. If you like this story and want me to continue it, let me know at markangle@hotmail.co.uk or at http://www.markangle.org . I was lying by my Daddy, lovingly licking Daddy's armpit. Some- times, I was licking the deep part of the pit with the tip of my tongue, sometimes, it was a big lick up Daddy's armpit, with my tongue as wide as possible. I love licking Daddy's armpit except for one thing: I don't get to smell Daddy in it after the few licks. But it's still nice. I was holding onto Daddy hard, rub- bing my tiny dick against Daddy's big hairy body. Daddy's was squeezing my nipple with his fingers. Sometimes he squeezed a bit harder and I whimpered. That made him say, "Shut up, boy. Keep licking." He sounded angry when he said that, but I didn't mind when he was angry that way. Somehow, it made me love my Daddy even more. I'd just hold onto him tighter and try to lick his armpits as well as I could. Daddy taught me how to lick his armpits. Daddy taught me everything. I was going to for a long, wide lick. Daddy said, "Yes, boy. Lick your Daddy's armpit. Think about how you love your Daddy. Think about how your Daddy made you and how your Daddy is now using your. Put it into that little cocksucker's head of yours that ev- erything you do is about Daddy first. If you ever matter, you matter after Daddy." I squeezed Daddy closer towards me. I rubbed my hairless body against Daddy's hairy body. I rubbed all of my face into Daddy's armpit. I was out of breath. I stopped to pant a bit. Daddy lowered his arm. He knew I needed a break. Daddy is always so good to me! I rested my face on Daddy's hairy chest. I looked at Daddy's long, crooked white chest hair. I smelled Daddy a bit. He smelled I like a Man. I like how Men smell. Daddy lets several Men fuck me, and I like how they smell, but I like the way Daddy smells the most. I wanted to ask Daddy something. I was not sure how he would react. It's always hard to say with Daddy. Most of the oth- er Men seem happy when I ask something, but with Daddy I can nev- er be sure. I said, "Daddy?" Daddy grunted. Then he said, "What is it, little fuckface?" I said, "I want to ask you something, Daddy." Daddy grunted again. He said, "What is it? Remember, be respect ful to your Daddy. You are Daddy's boy, Daddy's little fuckthing. No matter what you may want, it's up to your Daddy." "Yes, Daddy. I was wondering, maybe, if you don't mind, DaddyÃo ¦" "Out with it, boy!" "May I lick your ass, Daddy?" Daddy waited for a short moment, then he said, "Why do you want to lick your Daddy's ass, fucktoy?" I thought about it for a short moment, then I said, "I love lick- ing your ass, Daddy. I love kissing your ass, Daddy. I love the way Daddy's ass smells, I love the warmth of Daddy's ass on my face, I love getting my tongue in Daddy's hole, I love the feel- ing of Daddy's asshair on my cheeks. I love rubbing my face in Daddy's ass. I just love licking your ass so much, Daddy. That's why I'm asking, Daddy." Daddy grabbed my hair and held my face right in front of his. His look was hard, but not angry. He said in a low voice, "Kiss my cock. Kiss is RESPECTFULLY, fuckface, and then lick your Daddy's ass. Remember, it's about Daddy, not a little fucktoy like you, understand?" I hooded. He went on, "Also, remember while your face is in your Daddy's ass that that's where the face of a fuck- boy like you belongs. I want you to remember that your face be- longs in your Daddy's ass or in the ass of any Man your Daddy de- cides to shove your face into. You Daddy made you, your Daddy controls you. You do understand that, boy?" I quickly nodded. And then I said, "What would you do if I did not kiss you cock respectfully, Daddy?" Daddy smiled. He said, "I'd slap you hard, boy. I'd have to. That's the sort of thing that happens to boys who don't show their Daddy the proper respect." I felt something rise inside of me. I couldn't control myself. I said, "What would it feel like to be slapped by Daddy?" Daddy positioned his my head right in front of his. His cold blue eyes look straight inside of me, bordered by deep wrinkles. I wanted to kiss Daddy's wrinkles. While Daddy's eyes were reaching inside of my mind, Daddy's face came slapping hard on my cheek. I felt the pressure of the inside of my mouth on my teeth. When Daddy was done, I could still feel his huge hand, rough and warm on the side of my face. I started crying a bit. I held Daddy hard against me some more. I said, "Thank you, Daddy, oh, thank you, Daddy." Daddy just grunted, "Get one with it, you fucking pussy boy." I crawled down a bit. When my face was near Daddy's huge, hard cock, I kissed it gently, lovingly. I smelled it a bit. Daddy's cock is not only important and precious, it is holy. That's where I come from. Daddy reminds me of it all the time. I held it be- tween three fingers on each hand and kissed gently again from the tip of my lips and I said quietly, "Thank you for making me, Dad- dy. I worship your cock that made me, Daddy. I only exist to serve and obey my Daddy." Daddy smiled and said, "Good boy. Now get on with it." I went a bit further down. I lifted Daddy's legs. I kissed Dad- dy's balls gently too. Daddy moaned. I was doing the right thing. I lifted Daddy's legs a bit further up. Daddy held his legs up and apart for me. Daddy is so good to me! I love my Daddy so much! And there it was: Daddy's hole. It was pink, and wrinkly and beautiful. I was so moved to see it from up close again, I almost cried. I inhaled deep to smell my Daddy. Daddy must have felt that because he said, "Good boy. Get some of your Daddy's smell inside of you. You always need more of your Daddy inside of you. You need to be stuffed with Daddy. You need some Man inside of your worthless little boy body." When I heard that, I couldn't take it any more and I kissed Daddy's asslips gently. I whis- pered, "I love you, Daddy." Daddy said, "Good boy. Good little fucktoy. You should love your Daddy. What else?" I took a tiny lick an Daddy's hole. He whimpered. I said, "I worship Daddy. Daddy is the only thing that's important to me. Daddy, pleasing Daddy, serving Daddy." Daddy said, "Good little fuckface. Go on now. And keep thinking about what your place is." Then, I started licking Daddy's hole. It was wonderful. My tongue tasted Daddy, my nose smelled Daddy. I could feel Daddy's identi- ty filling me. I felt like his boy more than ever. I kissed and licked and rubbed my face on Daddy's hole. I let Daddy's ass- cheeks close on my face. I liked up and up and I poked Daddy's hole with tongue and then I kissed Daddy's hole again. After a while, Daddy lowered his legs, pushed me back and pulled me up. He said, "Let me taste that ass." Then he gave me a deep, long kiss. He licked all of the inside of my mouth with his tongue. He said, "That tasted good boy. It tasted like a Man's ass." I said, "Boys' asses are only good for being fucked my Men, aren't they, Daddy?" Daddy smiled and said, "Good boy. Yes, they are, boy. And Daddy asses are beautiful, powerful and are to be worshiped." I said, "I do worship Daddy's ass, Daddy." Daddy smiled again and said, "I know. You're a good boy. Your Daddy en- joys fucking you. And Daddy's friends enjoy fucking you too." This was one of the nicest things Daddy ever told me. I was over- whelmed with joy. I hugged Daddy very tight against me and said, "Really, Daddy? You mean it?" And Daddy, still smiling kindy looked me straight in the eye and said, "I really mean it, boy." I love my Daddy so much! Do you want more? markangle@hotmail.co.uk