Date: Tue, 4 Mar 2014 22:33:53 -0800
From: Mark Angle <markangle@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Worshipping Daddy 8

Worshipping Daddy 8

by Mark Angle


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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.



Daddy  told  me,  "Get  yourself  clean  inside  out for tonight,
cumwhore." I rushed to the floor and kissed Daddy's feet  like  I
always  do  when he comes into a room where I am. I hold one foot
in my hand and kiss it gently and then I look up to Daddy. I  al-
ways  prefer seeing him from below. He threw a small paper bag at
me and said, "And wear this. And shoes. And nothing else. I think
you've  gotten good enough to go to the garden. It'll be nice and
warm tonight." With that, he just turn around and walked away.

That evening, just after sunset, we were in a garden. It was like
park,  with  tables  and benches, but completely secluded. It was
obvious that the only people there were the people  meant  to  be
there.  There  were  lights, like streetlights, all over the main
area, so you see clearly. There were men there, all sorts of men,
and  each  had  a  younger man or boy with him. I think I was the
youngest.

A Man in leather pants, a denim jacket and a cowboy hat walked up
to  my dad. He said hello and they they kissed with an open mouth
and rolled their tongues against each  other's.  His  jacket  was
wide open and Daddy played with his nipples and stroked his hairy
chest. He asked my dad if he's just gotten here. As he did, with-
out  even  looking  at  me  or  asking me anything, he grabbed me
turned me around and started playing with  my  hole.  Daddy  said
that  yes, he'd just arrived. The Man said that he would have no-
ticed Daddy if he'd arrived earlier. At the same time, he  put  a
finger  in  my mouth and used my spit to reach deeper in my hole.
He twirled his finger in there a bit and told my dad, "Nice hole.
Firm  but relaxed. And smooth. Sweet." Then he licked his finger,
kissed my dad on the lips and walked away towards a young man who
was dressed just like me.

The  reason  why he just could get to my hole that way is because
of what I was wearing. They were like shorts and a shirt, but the
shirt  didn't  button. The shorts had a fly but no zipper and the
back of the shorts opened up, a bit like theater curtains. So all
you  had to do to get to my hole was to reach in. All the younger
men and boys were wearing that. Both the  shirt  and  she  shorts
were  made  of  pale beige linen. It was very light. The men were
wearing all sorts of different things.

Under my shirt, I was also wearing a leather harness. I  was  the
only one I'd seen so far who was. There was a ring on the back of
it to which a leash was attached. The leash went through an open-
ing  in  my  shirt and Daddy was firmly holding the other end. He
explained, "Things sometimes get a bit out of hand in the garden.
I  just want to make sure you stay with me. That way I don't have
to worry."

We walked to a wide table over which five boys were lying down on
their  bellies.  Their  shorts were down to their ankles and each
was sucking a Man. The youngest was much younger that Daddy. Just
a  bit  too  young  to  have wrinkles on his face. He was wearing
jeans and a harness. The oldest one was a bit older  than  Daddy.
He  was a muscular, hairy Man with a huge mustache. He was shout-
ing at his boy, "Suck harder! Faster! Show my cock  some  fucking
RESPECT,  you  little slut." Behind the boys there was a huge Man
with a flogger. He wasn't really tall so much as he was huge  all
over.  Very  thick  arms, big belly, big black  beard, big cowboy
hat, big read hanky around his neck, a  leather  waistcoat  under
which two thick nipples were poking out.

The  huge  Man  was  flogging the five boys. He was flogging them
hard. There was no order in which boy he hit. They all reacted  a
bit differently. Some screamed, some made more of an "mff" sound,
like a grunt. Some were breathing hard while  they  were  sucking
their  Man's dick. The one closest to me was a bit older than me,
but not that much. He was sucking a Man who was a bit older  than
Daddy.  Every  time the flogger hit him, it gave him some sort of
energy that made him want to suck his Man even more. He was  cry-
ing.  I  could  see tears running down his eyes. But he loved the
flogging. He'd reach out with his behind every time he heard  the
huge  Man  with the flogger coming closer. And if his sucking had
lost a bit of its intensity, he got it all back when the  leather
straps slapped against his red skin.

I  tugged on Daddy's sleeve and said, "I want to do that, Daddy!"
Daddy looked at the boys and said, "I'd like you to do  that  for
me  too,  my little dickhole, but you're not ready." I was sure I
was. I said, "I am, Daddy. Serious!" Daddy looked sternly at  me.
"Who decides who fucks you, cumslut?" I looked down and answered,
"You do, Daddy." He went on, "Who else?" I knew the  answer,  "No
one  else." Daddy went on, "And who decides who gets to slap you,
spank you or flog you, bitch?" I knew the answer, but I  have  to
admit  it  made  me  feel  good to say it: "It's you, Daddy. Only
you." I held him tight against me. He smiled. "Don't make me  re-
gret to have brought you here."

A  bit ahead of us, there were a few slings with boys in them and
men fucking them. Daddy, still holding me by the leash, walked to
one  of  them.  There  was  a Man in a suit but with no shirt and
clearly no underwear fucking a boy a bit older than me. He recog-
nized  my  Daddy  and  called him by his name. They kissed with a
deep kiss while the Man in the suit kept fucking  the  boy.  They
talked  about about what was going on and my Daddy asked, "Do you
mind if I try it?" The main said, "Sure. Go ahead. I'm  going  to
look  at  what  else there is to do around here. Enjoy. It's nice
and tight if you're into that sort of thing."

Daddy quickly shoved his big dick inside the boy. I just  slipped
in. He didn't look at the boy's face, only at his hole. He start-
ed fucking. Some of the other men fucking some of the other  boys
on  the  slings  asked him how he was enjoying it. He said it was
nice. A bit tight for his taste but nice. The boy had  blue  eyes
and  long  blond hair. He was completely smooth all over and very
skinny. His dick was in a metal container, so he could  not  play
with it. He looked at Daddy who didn't look back. Daddy was talk-
ing with the men who were fucking some of the  other  boys.  Then
the boy looked at me.

I  didn't  know  what to say. Was I allowed to talk to him? To be
completely fair, I didn't really like being at this place. It was
not  the place itself, it was the way Daddy was holding me. I was
the only boy who was attached that way. Some were bound by  their
wrists or ankles, but none had a leash attached to a harness like
me. It felt weird and a bit embarrassing. The  blond  boy  licked
his  lips at me. I didn't know what he wanted to I walked towards
him. But as I did, Daddy pulled me back.

I sat down in the grass. I was bored.

Then a young man came. He was one of the oldest ones  dressed  as
me.  I  think there must have been some men who were about as old
as him who'd come with their boys. He was tall and thin.  He  had
very thick short very dark spiky hair and beautiful blue eyes. He
had a very square jaw and looked very friendly.

Daddy was so busy fucking the other boy, he did not  notice.  The
new  man  sat  next to me silently and kissed me on the lips. His
lips were very soft. He smiled at me. I could smell his  armpits.
They  smelled  good.  He  noticed.  He held his arm up so I could
smell better. It was wonderful. My small dick started poking  out
of  my fly with no zipper. He stood, behind Daddy but in front of
me. His dick was in his pants. I could smell it too.  It  smelled
manly.  Like cum and cigar and piss. I tried to smell it more but
Daddy didn't seem to like it when I pulled on the leash. I looked
at  his  dick.  Then, without him moving, it came out. I just got
harder and rose out of his fly. Quickly, it had  become  hard.  I
could really smell it well now, and I wanted to suck it. But Dad-
dy was busy.

Then man reached behind me. His dick got closer to me and I  just
couldn't  resist  smelling  it. While I did that, he unhooked the
leash. I wanted to tell Daddy but he was not paying attention  to
me so I decided to just stay there and tell him when he was done.
But the tall man was back in front of me with his hard  dick.  He
was  still  smiling.  I just wanted another sniff at his dick and
his pits. I leaned forward, but he stepped back. I leaned  a  bit
more.  I really didn't have the impression I was walking, but be-
fore I knew it, I was in a dark isolated part of the garden alone
with  him. There was a outdoor bed there with a foam mattress. He
took me to it, and laid me beside him. I knew I should  not  have
stayed,  but I just decided to hug him. He hugged me back. He put
his arm up, and his pit was just in front of my nose.  I  had  to
smell  it.  Just  a bit. I did. It was intoxicating. I was manly,
but fresh and sweet at the same time.

I heard a very low voice saying, "Did you get him?" The young man
spoke. His voice was strong, young and just a bit rough. He said,
proudly, "I sure did." I knew I should have felt in trouble,  but
the truth is, I felt safe. And I could not take my face away from
that man's armpits.

Then I felt a very, very large hand grab me  by  my  harness  and
shove  my  face into another armpit. That other armpit was bigger
than my face. And it smelled strong. I felt like I was  about  to
faint.  This was almost more than I could take. It awoke a desire
in me I'd only every felt for Daddy. I wanted to breath in forev-
er  and  never  again  have to breath out. The young man said, "I
think he likes you."

I was pulled away and I saw who was holding me. It was  the  huge
Man  who  was  flogging the five boys earlier. He grabbed my face
and made me look up to him. Then,  he  took  his  hand  away  and
slapped  me  hard.  It  made  me  fall to the side. The young man
picked me up and positioned me next to the  huge  Man  again.  It
started  crying.  Big tears were rolling out of my eyes and I was
sobbing too. The younger man was patting me in a comforting  way.

The  huge Man pulled me away again and said, "What do you have to
say to me, boy?" I sobbed a bit more and there was only one thing
I  could  say  that was really true: "Could you do it again, Sir?
Please?" He  smiled.  "Again?"  The  pain  was  still  resonating
throughout  my  face.  I added, "But not right now." The huge Man
smiled. The young man said, "You were right, Dad."

He sat me on the edge of the bed, between  them,  and  they  took
turns  kissing  me  while rubbing my whole body with their hands.
The huge Man whispered in my ear, "Have you  ever  been  flogged,
boy." I blushed. I said, "I bit, Sir, but never anywhere close to
the way you do it." He played with my nipple  and  said,  "That's
okay.  Do  you  want  to  learn, boy?" Before I had time to think
about it, I found myself saying, "Oh, yes, Sir!" He looked at his
boy  and  asked,  "And you ever been whipped, boy?" And hadn't. I
told him so. He held me gently against him and said, "It's  okay.
Don't worry. We'll get you there..."



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