Daddy

By Ant Boy

Published on May 31, 2008

Gay

DADDY by Ant who can be contacted at ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk

[A graphic gay sexual scene containing bondage, watersports, S&M, group sex].


If you are likely to be offended by this or under the age of consent then please

go away or suffer the consequences. Otherwise - Hopefully Enjoy.


Chapter Six

The almost evil grin on his face should have warned me when he jerked on my leash and pulled me away from the vehicles into the middle of the car park where my naked body was in full view of all and sundry. This was not a one hundred percent gay meeting place at night, usually gay to my right, straight to my left and any other mix in the middle. This wasn't the club where participant or otherwise, everyone knew the scene. The voices I could make out confirmed my fears, male and female, shock, horror, laughs, encouragement to my control, but no sound I realised of engines starting and people rushing away.

Cars were parked all round the edges of the park where shadow and trees gave some camouflage but out here in middle where the ground dipped slightly retaining an obvious pool of mud we were in full and uninterrupted view, helped considerably by an almost full moon.

He walked me into the deepest part of mud pool where my feet were half covered and then reached into Daddies bag and removed a pair of large double ended clips which he reached over and used to clip the straps at my wrists to a couple of rings on my lower body harness. I was right; he did seem to know what everything was for. It just remained to be seen if he was experienced enough to use them, and me, properly. Next he brought out a metal weight on a eighteen inch chain and motioning me forward clipped it to the strap round my cock and balls allowing the weight to fall from his hand and jerk horribly on my balls.

'Go and stand in the mud, open your legs and then don't move! Don't dare move. Get your head up so people can see your face better. Don't say a thing, nothing at all. I don't care how much you yell or scream or moan. Got it?' With that last he slapped my face a couple of times and I almost answered before just turning it into a grunt and nodding my head. 'Good.'

Raising my head whilst slowly shuffling back I got a better look at his body than had been possible before. Just wearing some loose dirty cotton shorts and trainers I could see a nicely buffed olive skinned body his early twenties with no body hair to be seen apart from quite thick dark curls on his head. He had Daddies bag of tricks on his shoulder and delving in pulled out his belt and his cat. 'One now and one later. Your choice.' He held them both toward me, one in each fist, also making sure our audience could see what he held even if too far away to hear.

Daddies belt was a two inch wide well used three foot length of flexible leather and his cat was made up from twenty two foot lengths of one eighth inch rubber with the top third bound round into a handle. I knew exactly how that was made as Daddy had allowed me to design and assemble it under his directions and there were several earlier variations he'd considered didn't hurt me enough when he experimented with them.

I also knew from experience the cat after my arse had been belted red could actually cause short term damage and so nodded at the cat, it only half crossing my mind at that moment what a crazy situation this was. Not only were my feet standing a couple of feet apart in a muddy puddle with a heavy weight hanging from my balls, apart from that the only clothing I possessed were a few leather straps and harness, standing all around were a group of people most of whom had never seen anything like it before but knew now I was about to be whipped and I had just responded as if it were the most natural thing in the world that I would be asked what implement would be used to inflict pain on my body.

Somehow, natural or not, it was right. Daddy had lent me out to this lad who wanted to hurt and humiliate me in public and that was Daddies choice. Just the sight of those implements had anyway sent me half way back to where my body had been in the club. I was astonished at how easy it seemed to separate my mind and look at myself from another perspective. Someone else watched the lad walk round my body and out of sight, someone else felt the lash of Daddies cat land across his back and whilst the body swayed little sound escaped through the clenched teeth.

Even so, a body has to breath from time to time and at the third lash, which landed over my buttocks, I discovered myself moaning as my body swayed back and forth from the assault also causing the weight hanging from my balls to swing at its own rate.

'Don't just watch from back there. Why not come closer and watch him really get used? Don't be shy.'

'Don't it hurt him?' I heard a female voice ask.

'Of course,' that came from my abuser, 'that what I enjoy. He'll be hurt a lot more before this nights finished.'

'But what about him? How can he enjoy it?' came that female voice again, from somewhere behind me.

'Who said he had to enjoy it?'

Opening my eyes I discovered several male bodies of varying descriptions standing within view, one with female company. All of them appeared to be looking at my cock with its swinging weight apart from the one with the girl who was staring intently at my face.

'Whip him again,' I heard someone say, and strokes landed back and front, shoulders paired with chest, lower back with stomach, arse paired with groin. I yelled. He'd pulled back slightly on the stroke but even so the throngs landing on and wrapping round my tender cock and balls were excruciating sending a sharp pain right through my groin and causing my body to almost double up and loose balance. I just managed to steady my body but to my horror felt a blast of wind escape from my backside, realising the same time my bladder was also requiring release.

'That's disgusting,' came from the irritating female behind me. It was, I could also feel some liquid escape from my bowels running down my leg but had no idea what it was.

You'd be the same if your arse had been raped like his tonight.

'Is he gay then?'

Do it matter? His arse and mouth available for anything that comes out of your cock? Anybody want him?'

'Go on Paul,' from that whiney female behind me, 'You know we cant tonight, it's the wrong time. Lets see you do his face, there's nothing gay about that.'

'Can I really?' asked a young rough male voice, 'I'm randy enough to fuck anything tonight but I ain't gay.'

'That's OK. You don't need to be gay to fuck a mouth.'

'How do I get him to do it?' asked the rough voice as a teenage bother boy walked round in front of me. He was about five foot nine, well built though I could see him going to fat in a few years but right now his body was in peak perfection in dirty, torn tight jeans with a leather bikers jacket and body hugging dirty tee undershirt. I was torn between looking at the bulge his hands were rubbing in his jeans and his face where startling white teeth showed in a dark sun bronzed face with the tip of a pink tongue just pushing through. He may never have used a man before but I could see the idea was getting him off.

'Just tell him what you want; how you want him, then it's up to you. Fuck his mouth or piss in it, whatever turns you on. He's yours.'

Daddy had already passed me over to this lad for a session and now the lad was passing me around to all and sundry in turn as if it the most natural thing in the world.

'Come here and kneel,' said the dirty teen as he unzipped his fly.

I moved forward slightly and knelt down at the edge of the mud pool a few inches from a short fat uncut cock. I could feel the heat escaping from his groin and smell stale piss among other things.

He thrust his groin forward reaching my lips with his smelly cock that was already starting to rise to its operating size and position, about five to six inches but being well compensated for any shortcomings there by its breadth.

'You nick it with your teeth and I'll knock your fuckin' head off,' accompanied by a slap to my head that nearly bowled me over.

Opening my mouth as wide as possible I inched forward slowly allowing him to enter my mouth, attempting to wash his cock with my tongue on the way. I was right, his cock was dirty, stale piss, sweat, smeg, it was all I could do not to gag and I felt him stumble, but then he grabbed hold either side of my head by my hair to steady himself.

'Fuck boy! She wont even put her mouth on it, says it's too big, let alone wash it like that. You're better than a hand job already.'

Those words and the feel of his hands grabbing my hair were all it took to pull my chain and I decided to give him a blow job to remember though somehow, given the present situation, I thought it unlikely he'd be forgetting in a hurry. As my mouth slowly swallowed his cock I found it more and more difficult to wash due to the lack of space for my tongue to operate and so concentrated on tightening my lips and slowly moving my head just slightly back and forth. Judging by the trembling I could feel through his cock from his body he was really getting into it now and I risked raising my hands behind him to his buttocks and pulling him suddenly forward, my nose jamming into his sweaty smelly groin and his cock almost choking me, then pulling my head back against his hands in my hair so just the first inch of his cock lay on my teeth.

'I ain't fuckin gay! Get your hands off my arse!'

I merely grabbed his cheeks through the denim again and pulled his cock rapidly through my tight lips, and then pulling against his hands once more pulled back, this time slightly massaging his cheeks.

He didn't complain that time, or the next couple of thrusts I encouraged. Then when his cock was lying just that inch in my mouth I slacken my lips and grabbing tighter at his arse also used my teeth to nibble on his cock. He pulled right out and letting go of my hair slapped me round the side of my head causing my body to overbalance and fall to one side in the mud pool. Half expecting something of the sort I was able to resume my earlier position almost at once, my hands by my side and looking up at his face.

'You like that then? You want me to hit you? Hell what are you? Stupid?'

'He's my boy and he's here to be used and abused. Of course you can hit him, what ever you like, just nothing broken and no blood. I need his body available later for myself.' That was Daddy. He was watching and enjoying. I smiled.

'What are you smiling at boy?' asked the boy, 'Come here, I'll give you something to stop you smiling.'

He undid his belt pulling it through the hoops of his jeans allowing them to fall to the ground with one hand and used the other to grab my hair and twist pull my head so my mouth lay under his almost hairless dangling balls. 'Clean them if you know what's good for you.'

I knew what was good for me but did as instructed anyway. Like his cock they were rank with stale sweat and piss but as the taste of his cock was still in my mouth managed to swab them down without too much difficulty, even taking each one into my mouth and pulling down sufficiently to make him gasp. I could feel his continually erect cock slapping against my forehead from time to time so it was obviously working for him.

As I let his second ball sac escape my mouth he pulled away again and used his hand again to slap me across my face, back and forth. 'I said to clean, not suck. I can see why you need to be punished, not doing what you're told. Now get up here so I can fuck your face.'

Straightening up I felt him place his belt around my neck and pull my head forward until my open mouth met and enveloped his rampant cock. He just laid the first couple of inches inside my mouth and said, 'You won't be nibbling on me again will you?' and accompanied that question with a tightening pull of his belt around my neck. As I just allowed my lower teeth to rise and slide along the under shaft of his cock he continued, 'You know better than to nibble your food by now don't you?'

I brought my upper teeth down and spent a couple of moments very lightly seesawing my teeth back and forth, left and right while he held my hair in one hand and his belt in the other, slowly pulling it tighter round my neck. He was getting off on this - and so was I.

Finally the belt closing round my neck became too much and I had to pull off his cock. Immediately he pushed his hand in my face and shoved me over on my back into the mud pool. 'Told you not to chew your food,' he said with a big grin. 'Naughty boys need to punished.'

Looking up I could see that at sometime he'd removed his jeans completely, also his jacked and T and was just standing there, all five foot nine inches of what really was a fantastic teen age body. Probably worked on a building site as almost full tan apart from a section round his groin and even that had been allowed some exposure. Quite long black greasy hair but very little on his well-defined body that was running with sweat. Straight or gay, he had no qualms about showing his body of in mixed company or in having his way with mine.

I lay back in the mud looking up that body as he walked forward to stand astride and lifting one dirty boot placed it on my stomach pressing down slightly. When I only looked back at him with a slight gasp his smile increased and placing that foot back beside me raised the other dirty boot, staring now directly into my eyes.

I managed a very slight nod of acceptance and he brought it down between my thighs, pressing directly against my cock and balls.

'Hey wait for us,' I heard a shout somewhere in another life, 'We were promised a go with him as well.'

Next: Chapter 7


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