Date: Tue, 16 Jul 2013 01:11:08 -0700
From: Mark Angle <markangle@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Worshipping Daddy 3

Worshipping Daddy 3

by Mark Angle


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NOTICE:  Gentlemen, please keep in mind that this, like all of my
works, are works of fiction. It is  not  modeled  on  any  actual
events and it is not intended to be taken literally.



Daddy  said, "It's getting late. I'm going to fuck you now, fuck-
toy." I smiled a big smile. Daddy doesn't fuck me every night. We
play most nights but he does not fuck me every time. I'm also not
allowed to come that often. I was hoping that I'd be  allowed  to
come that night.

Daddy got up from the bed. I was already on my back. I grabbed my
ankles back and proudly showed Daddy my hole. I can  relax  it  a
bit,  but I can't keep it open for Daddy yet. Daddy tells me that
really good boys manage to keep their holes open for  their  Dad-
dies, but that it's okay, there's still time.

Sometimes,  Daddy  makes  me  suck his cock first, some times, he
licks my hole. That day, he just grabbed some lube and spread  it
on  my  hole.  He pushed a bit in. I whimpered. I know it was not
getting fucked, it was only being lubed up, but it was  still  my
Daddy  inside of me and I just love having my Daddy inside of me,
even if it's just that small bit.

Daddy looked tired. He yawned. Then he stopped spreading lube  on
my  hole.  He sat by the side of the bed and he said, distracted,
"You know, Jeff and Pete really liked you  too."  Daddy  had  not
told  me  to release my pose so I stayed with my legs up, with my
hole exposed for Daddy.

Daddy went on, "I must be really tired.  I  almost  forgot,  Pete
gave  me  something  for you..." Pete was the man who wore jeans,
flannel shirts and the cowboy boots.  Daddy  left  the  room  for
short  while. My hole felt cold. Part of it was the lube, part of
it was because I was missing my Daddy's touch.

Daddy walked back into the room with a small brown  envelope.  He
gently  placed  in  on my chest. He smiled and said, "This is for
you, boy. I hope you like it."

I kept on of my hand holding an  ankle  and  with  the  other,  I
reached  into the envelope. It was not sealed. There was used un-
derwear in it. It smelled like Pete. I remember Pete's smell.  It
smelled like him. There was his piss and his ass sweat and just a
bit of cum. I guessed it was precum. He must  have  worn  it  for
days.

Daddy  was still kindly smiling and asked, "Do you like it, boy?"
I smiled to and I said, "I love it Daddy." Daddy started  playing
with  my nipples and said, "I'm glad. You know, Pete almost never
wears underwear, so he must have worn this  especially  for  you.
It's really nice of him to have gone through the trouble."

I  felt  very  grateful to him right then. Daddy's friends aren't
usually that considerate. Daddy was sitting by my side. He looked
so  tall!  There was a light behind him that cast a slight shadow
on his face and made him look taller still. I love looking up  to
him when he looks that way.

My hole was really feeling cold now.

Daddy  picked  up  the underwear. He smiled with that broad smile
that makes his beard shine. He sniffed the underwear  and  seemed
to  approve  of  it.  Then  he placed in on my face and pushed. I
could feel his thick fingers through the fabric, and  how  strong
and  powerful  his  hand  was.  Daddy said in a particularly deep
voice, "Inhale, boy." And I did.

My head started spinning. I didn't think Pete's smell would  have
THAT much of an effect on me but it did. Pete's smell and Daddy's
hand, and Daddy's voice. I felt Daddy's finger  playing  with  my
hole  some more. It was nice and warm. He added lube and a finger
in and out. Then two at a time. I was moaning.

Daddy said, "Yes, boy... Feel your Daddy inside of you. Feel your
Daddy filling you. You want your Daddy. You need your Daddy. Your
body needs to have your Daddy's body inside of it." I listened to
the  words  and  believed them. I always believe Daddy. But then,
Daddy has never lied to me.

Then Daddy's fingers came out and I knew what to expect.  Daddy's
cock  touch  my asshole. I gasp. Daddy slowly pushed his cock in
side of me and slowly and gently and powerfully  started  fucking
me.  With  one  hand  he  was still pushing the underwear onto my
face, sometimes pushing some of the fabric inside my mouth, some-
times on my nostrils. He said, "Inhale boy, and take your Daddy's
cock." I inhaled, I took my Daddy's cock. I  don't  actually  be-
lieve it is possible for anyone to feel better than I was feeling
then.

I said, "Oh, yes, Daddy! I love it, Daddy." And I could hear Dad
dy  smiling  while  he was saying, "Good boy." I went on, "I want
you to fuck me, Daddy. I want to have your big  Daddycock  in  me
Daddy. I want to feel your warm cock in me, Daddy.  Fuck me, Dad-
dy! Come in me, Daddy!" And then Daddy took his cock  out  of  my
hole.

I  lowered  my  legs.  The  underwear  was resting on my face, no
longer being pushed on by Daddy. I pulled it away and  looked  at
Daddy. He looked upses.

He  said,  very serious, "You what?" And then I realized what I'd
done. There was no fixing it. Not for that night anyway. I looked
down and I said, "Sorry, Daddy."

Daddy  looked  said  and  shook his head. Then, said in an angry,
loud voice, "NEVER tell your Daddy what to do, understood,  boy?"
I  was  so ashamed! I nodded and said in a tiny voice, "Yes, Dad-
dy." I was curling up. Daddy was no longer calling my his fucktoy
or his little whore. I knew this night would not end well.

Daddy  went  on,  angry  but  less loud this time, "You should be
GRATEFUL to have your Daddy fuck you. But must always be HIS  de-
cision.  DADDY  decides  when he fucks you, DADDY decides when to
come and whether to come inside of you. Understood, boy?" I  nod-
ded, small, sad nods.

And  then Daddy left the room. I knew what he was doing. I wanted
to cry. When he came back, it was over. He had come. Without  me.
Daddy  can be very cruel some times. I think it makes me love him
even more, but it's still hard when it happens.

He laid back next to me. He said, "How are you feeling,  boy?"  I
told  him  the  truth: "I feel empty, Daddy." And Daddy said, "So
you should. I don't like this more than you do, boy, but you must
train yourself not to think that way. That's not how a boy should
think." I knew he was right, of course. But I  felt  ashamed  and
said nothing.

Then,  I realized I was still holding the underwear that Pete had
given me. I asked, "Can I keep the underwear for the night,  Dad-
dy?"  Daddy  thought about it for a while and then said, "Well...
It was a gift from Pete. He obviously put a lot  of  thought  and
effort  into it... I suppose it would not be fair to take it away
from you, so yes. Yes, you can keep it boy," Daddy  said  with  a
half smile. I smiled again.

He  added,  "BUT, no coming, boy! If you dare come without autho-
rization, I'll have to punish you harshly!" That was only fair. I
said,  "I  understand,  Daddy." Daddy smiled again. He added, "No
coming, no touching your cock, ass, nipple or  any  place  that's
meant for Daddy." I nodded energetically this time.

Then  he  said,  "Stretching  time."  He took a buttplug out of a
drawer and gave it to me. "Kiss it," he said. I was not  thinking
clearly  because of all that had happened. I took it my hand, put
it to my lips and kissed it.

Daddy was amused by that, fortunately, and not  angry.  He  said,
"Boy...  How  do boys kiss something that their Daddy is about to
put into the boy's ass?"

I looked at the the buttplug, placed  carefully  on  the  bed  in
front  of  me,  leaning on its side. I bent towards it and gently
kissed. I looked up to Daddy, who seemed to approve. I licked the
buttblug a bit as well, and then gave it a tiny kiss again. Then,
I took it with both hands, and with it resting on both my  palms,
I presented it to Daddy.

Daddy  smiled and said, "Better, boy." Daddy covered the buttplug
with lube and slowly placed it inside of me. He said,  "Remember,
what  your  Daddy  puts inside of you is part of your Daddy. This
will be your Daddy inside of you for tonight, filling  you,  con-
trolling  you,  making  sure that even while you're sleeping, you
never stop belonging to him." And I thought  about  that  and  it
made me feel good.

A  few  minutes earlier, when Daddy left the room to come without
me, I thought Daddy was going to roll on the side and ignore  me.
I  thought I was going to spend the nigh alone. But he held me in
his arms, spooled me and kissed on the side of the neck.  I  felt
his  beard and smelled his smell and I felt safe and I felt good.
I felt his big, strong, powerful,  body  covering  mine  and  his
buttplug  helping  me  become a more pleasant toy for my Daddy. I
fell asleep happy.

I really love my Daddy more than I can explain.


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