Date: Tue, 10 Sep 2013 23:32:15 -0700
From: Mark Angle <markangle@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Worshipping Daddy 6

Worshipping Daddy 6

by Mark Angle


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

Also, I think this will be the last Worshipping Daddy,  at  least
for a while. I'm ready to move on to new things now.





I  was lying on my back on Daddy's leather sling in our basement.
It was that moment where the leather on the sling  stops  feeling
cold  against  my  skin and I can start feeling my own warm sweat
against my body. My ankles were kept in leather hoops. Daddy  was
in  front of my ass, he asked, "Why do you have an asshole, boy?"
I answered, "I have an asshole so that it can be fucked,  Daddy."
Daddy nooded and went on, "And WHO fucks your asshole, boy?" Dad-
dy's questions were making me feel really good. My head was  even
spinning  a bit. Daddy was caressing the outside of my hole while
he was saying that, but only the outside.  I  answered  honestly.
I've  never  had a reason to lie do Daddy. "My Daddy fucks me and
any Man that Daddy wants fucks me, Daddy." Daddy said  in  a  low
voice,  "Any  man at all, Daddy wants?" It was getting a bit hard
feeling Daddy's finger only on the outside of my hole.  I  wanted
to  feel  Daddy inside of me so much! But I tried not to think of
that and think of what Daddy was saying. "Any man Daddy wants can
fuck  your boy, Daddy. You're my Daddy. You decide, Daddy. I love
everything you give me, Daddy. I always have, Daddy."  And  Daddy
said, "Can anyone else fuck you, boy?" I don't like it when Daddy
asks that. I don't even like to think of the possibility. I said,
"No,  Daddy. Daddy is the only one who decides who fucks his boy,
Daddy. The boy couldn't feel good being fucked if it didn't  come
from Daddy. I love you, Daddy."

Daddy  leaned  over  me.  I  felt  his  hair on my smooth body, I
smelled his scent of man, sweat and tocacco.  I  could  feel  the
metal  and  leather  of his harness on my chest. And Daddy kissed
me. His tongue reached everywhore in my mouth, but the best  part
was  feeling  his  beard  cover  my  face.  Daddy said, lovingly,
"You're Daddy little slutwhore, aren't you?" I said proudly, "I'm
Daddy's  little  slutwhore,  Daddy."  Daddy answered, "You really
are, boy."

I'd been on that sling most days since that  time  when  Old  Joe
fucked  Daddy  and Daddy allowed me to lick Old Joe's cock. After
Old Joe came in my mouth that day, he said, "That's two." Then he
looked  at  Daddy  and  asked,  "Are  you sure he's ready?" Daddy
looked at me, smiled and said, "I'm sure he's ready to try."

I noticed that a small crowed of people had gathered  around  us.
Most  were stroking their cocks slowly. The two boys from the ta-
ble next to me were there too, but they had  their  hands  behind
their  backs.  I  liked  that  the  men  were looking at me while
stroking their cocks, but I found it a bit  awkward  to  see  the
other two boys.

Old Joe took a pot of what looked like white paste. He touched it
with his right hand and put some on my hole. It was not  as  cold
as  I'd expected. Daddy crouched next to me and said, "This might
feel a bit weird at first, boy. Just be honest to Daddy about how
you feel and try your, best, okay cumhole?" I said, "Yes, Daddy."

Old Joe poked my hole with his  finger.  It  went  right  in,  of
course. He used his finger to spread the white paste inside of my
hole. Then he took more and slowly coated all of my hole with it,
inside  and  out.  It was very, very slippery, I could feel that.
Then he started fucking me with a finger. I'd been fucked with  a
finger often, of course, but this was different. It's really hard
to explain, but it was better. Old Joe knew how to do it. He  was
even  better  than  Daddy, even though I hate to think of it that
way. Then he put a second finger in.

Old Joe, as I said, was very skinny, and his  fingers  were  very
thin, so they were pretty easy to take in my ass. Old Joe managed
to fit four fingers inside of my ass and pushe  forward,  but  my
asshole  was  a  bit tight and his hands stopped at what I assume
was his third knuckles. I heard Joe tell Daddy,  "He's  ready.  I
can do this." Daddy whispered in my ear in a deep voice, "Prepare
yourself for the ride of your life, boy."

My eyes had been closed for a while. Thinking back, it seems  ob-
vious  from the start of what was going to happen, but I was just
taking it in at the time, I was accepting Daddy's gifts, not try-
ing  to  think  ahead.  I don't like thinking ahead when I'm with
Daddy, it's almost like doubting him, and one  of  the  things  I
love  the  most  about Daddy is that I've never had any reason to
doubt him.

I felt something hard and cold on the edge of my hole, it  was  a
dildo.  A  big one. A bit bigger than what I was used to. Because
of the white paste, it slipped in very easily.  Daddy  helped  by
touching  my whole body with his hands. I could feel Daddy's man-
liness fill my whole body as the dildo filled  my  ass.  Old  Joe
started  fucking  me  slowly  with  it. Then stopped. He put more
white paste and then started again. But that dildo was a bit big-
ger.  I  felt really tight. I whispered, knowing that Daddy could
hear me, "It feels really tight, Daddy." Daddy said  very  calmly
and seriously, "I'll fix it, boy."

He  slid up from me a bit and put his armpit on my face. He said,
"Breath in deep." And I did. I don't know why, but the  sensation
was  even  stronger than usual. I started moaning as Daddy strong
manscent filled my body and mind, I had such a  strong  sensation
being  completely his and belonging completely to him that it al-
most took me by surprise when I realized that the big  dildo  was
in  me,  fucking  me slowly. It was still a bit cold, but it felt
good.

Then Daddy said, "Now clench your ass as hard as  you  can  boy."
And  I  did. I didn't see the point of it, but when Daddy asks me
to do something like that, I never question him.

We went through the same thing again with a third  dildo.  I  saw
later,  after  we were done with the whole thing. I could not be-
lieve it had been in me.

After Old Joe removed the third dildo, he tried putting his  four
fingers  in my ass again. Again, they stopped at the third knuck-
le. Daddy has his lips right next to my ear and  said,  "Here  it
comes,  boy. Think of your Daddy. Think of how much you love your
Daddy. Think of how you love having your Daddy inside of  you  of
how good, how right it feels to have your Daddy inside of you and
be Daddy's cumwhore." As Daddy was  saying  that,  I  could  feel
Joe's  hand  pushing  past the last knuckles and gently, quietly,
filling my hole. Then, Old Joe  started  fucking  me  very,  very
slowly with his whole fist.

Daddy  told  me,  "Open  you eyes, cumdump." I opened my eyes for
Daddy. Daddy said, "Look at the man who's fisting you, pussyboy."
I  looked Old Joe who was somewhere between ecstatic and very se-
rious. Now that my eyes were open, I  could  hear  him  mumbling,
"Cute little hole, adorable little hole, open up for Old Joe lit-
tle hole. That's a good, hungry little hole. Relax, take me,  let
me fill you, little hole. Become a big, sloppy hole for your Dad-
dy."

I looked at Daddy. I was feeling the hand inside of me sliding in
and  out.  I knew Daddy was to thank for that. Tears of gratitude
ran down my eyes. I moaned, "Daddy..." Daddy looked  a  bit  wor-
ried.  Maybe  because  of  my  tears. He said, "Yes boy? Is there
something wrong?" I could just say, "I... I  love  you  so  much,
Daddy."  I  moaned  as  I felt Old Joe's hand sliding out. "Daddy
said, I love you too, boy." I pucked my lips  towards  Daddy  and
Daddy kissed me again.

I  went  on, "Daddy..." Daddy looked deep in my eyes. "Yes, boy?"
"Daddy... I'm your boywhore aren't I?" Daddy  kindly  smiled  and
gently and quietly said, "Yes, you're Daddy boywhore." The love I
was feeling for Daddy was present is every part of my body and my
mind. "You're a real man, Daddy." And Daddy said, "I'm absolutely
a real man, cumdump." "But me, me... I'm not, am I Daddy?"  Daddy
kissed  me gently and said, "No. You're not, boy. You're a boy, a
thing for men like your Daddy to use. Do you like  it  that  way,
boy." I smiled. "I do Daddy. I love it so much! Almost as much as
I love you, Daddy." All the men around  us  were  stroking  their
cocks. Some were playing the the two other boy's holes. Some oth-
er men were kissing the other boys.

I looked at Daddy. "The way they're all  looking  at  me,  that's
proof  that  I'm  a cumdump to be used by men, isn't it, Daddy? A
real man would never do that,  would  he,  Daddy?"  Daddy  smiled
kindly  again.  He  nodded.  "That's  right.  You know that's why
they're fucking you. They're real men and boys like you are  made
to  be  used  by  them." Old Joe was in his own world, still mum-
bling, "Open up, little hole. Grow big and hungry,  little  hole.
I'll  stretch  you,  you'll see. You'll be able to take two grown
men's fists when I'm done with you, little hole.  You'll  be  the
hole  of  a real boywhore. Every man will be able to fuck you." I
looked lovingly at Daddy.

And so, every night after that night, Daddy tried to open my hole
a bit more. Daddy's hands are huge, unlike Old Joe's tiny, skinny
hands. Daddy said it would take a little  bit  of  time,  but  he
would get in there. I trust him.

A  few  days ago, he put blindfold on me. The good kind, with the
little cushions on the eyelids so there's no way I  can  open  my
eyes.  Daddy  told me to repeat, "This boy is for men to use. The
hole, the body and the mind of the boy are the toys  and  instru-
ments  of  his Daddy." I repeated it. I knew it to be true. But I
like it better when it's spoken in Daddy's low voice.  Daddy  had
not  touched  me  after he had asked me to say it and my hole was
missing Daddy's touch. They I felt a finger on my  hole.  It  was
finding  its way in. Then a cock near my nose. Then hands hard on
my nipple that made me scream. They a low broken voice that said,
"Yeah, scream like a fucking little bitch, cunt." Daddy must have
been happy with how well I was doing. I felt three different  men
trying  to put their fists in my hole. Two succeeded. I never saw
them. I did not need to. I trust my Daddy.

Finally, one night, Daddy slowly slipped his own huge hand inside
of me. He looked straight into my eyes. He didn't ask or say any-
thing. I just said, "I'm completely yours, Daddy."  And  we  both
knew it was true.

Later  that  night, Daddy ended up sitting down in the big wooden
chair by the sling, slowly stroking his dick. I  crawled  to  his
feet  and  started licking them, kissing them. I licked the soles
and between the toes. I wanted to be even lower beneath Daddy.  I
held Daddy's feet against me. I was at my place, at Daddy's feet,
beneath him, with my hole, at last open enough  for  yet  another
part of him.

I can't wait to find out what's next.


Every moment that I'm alive I love my Daddy more.



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