DADDY by Anthony 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 One
Daddy enjoyed humiliating me as much as I got off on it myself. I never admitted it to him but think he guessed. He had explained early in our relationship, inflicting a certain amount of pain was part of that humiliation, and there was no way I could argue with that. He wouldn't damage me but he really got off on seeing how much he could inflict on my body. That's why he loved an audience even more. Somehow it drove us both to higher limits than when we played at home and somehow he just knew when I reached that final limit he couldn't push me over, even if I was often sure at the time he had gone too far.
It was really for that reason he would take me to a club every month or so. Oh! He never explained it that way, but then he never explained anything to do with sex, just got on with it. But I guessed a visit was on the way when he'd started to change our sexual diet slightly and was not that surprised when he came in one Saturday and told me to clean myself up and then put on the clothes he would lay out on his bed.
I had learnt what was expected of me and took myself off to the bathroom. Starting with a warm enema followed by a quick shower. When I was soaking I rang the bell he had left for me and turned to face the wall. I heard him enter soon after and felt the familiar shook as he sprayed my entire back, arse and legs with shaving foam. It didn't take him long these days to make sure my rear was free of body hair and he left without saying a word. Now it was my turn to do the same to my front, paying particular attention to my cock and balls. A quick face shave and then a second enema, this one always more uncomfortable. A second shower, this time allowed to use a shower gel, he said to make me smooth but I had realised, also to make me really clean before he started.
Then into the bedroom to see what he had decided on. Tonight it was the usual full suspension body harness with the three-ring cock and ball cage over a tight rubber sheath with a piss exit. No underwear, a pair of short tight torn off denims. If the cock and ball cage hadn't held my cock straight up my stomach it would have fallen out the bottom. No socks, an old pair short black leather boots and leather wrist and ankle straps completed the ensemble.
I went downstairs to find him waiting. It was a warm night and he'd left his jacket off. Under his black T-shirt I could see the outline of his upper body harness. The bottom half was covered by combat trousers and lace-up black boots. He held a sports bag in his hand. He just handed me the car keys and opened the front door.
I waited for him to leave first, closing and locking the door behind me. Then opened the rear door of our jeep four-track for him to get in. I had hoped he would offer me a jacket or T-shirt to cover my upper body but all he said was "We'll go to the Trock. Not been there for several months." This meant I had to drive halfway across town with just a leather harness as visible clothing. It may have been a warm night and we sat higher than most cars, even so I received more than a few curious looks from pedestrians and other occasional vehicles we passed on the way over.
When we got to the Trock I was lucky in being able to park in the next street. I still had to walk behind him to the club passing the gauntlet of several groups of pedestrians. Even in this area I made a somewhat unusual site on the open street. Once inside he told me to remove my shorts and hand them to the check out, then walked me to the toilet. This was rather unusual in having both a trough and a row of waist high urinals. He told me to sit between 2 of the bowls and having pulled my arms up and fastened them off on some hanging chains told me to behave myself and went off to the bar.
As you can probably tell this club was just his scene, and mine as well.
I looked around and saw the only other person in the toilet was about my age and dressed rather like myself without the straps and crouching in front of the trough on the other side of the room. Wimp I thought to myself. There was no way Daddy would let me crouch in front like that. Probably he would have me over there later and I knew if so I would be in a different position.
Over the next fifteen minutes or so some half dozen people came in, none seemed phased at seeing either of us and used one or the other as a receptacle for their excess liquid. I knew better than to spill a drop at this time of night, when I got dirty daddy liked to oversee it himself. Sure enough he returned shortly holding a couple of cans of beer and quickly unshackled me.
"Been good?" he asked. I nodded. "Need a piss?" I nodded again. "OK. Use him," pointing to the other lad. I quickly did as instructed, gratefully as I was feeling the pressure down there. He did a good job of swallowing my contribution and I hoped he would hang around in case Daddy let us play together for a bit later. "Right. That's the last time. Any more you hold until I say so," was Daddies last comment for the moment.
I followed him to the bar where he chatted to some friends whilst I sat on the floor at his feet. He had several more beers, handing me one each time. After a while I could feel a slight pressure building up again, nothing too important, just the knowledge a load was building up. Daddy must have thought the same as he got off his bar stool and grabbing two more cans motioned for me to follow him to the rear of the bar.
The room was L shaped and the rear proper out of sight of the bar whilst still being the larger part of the room. It was well set up for a person of Daddies persuasion. The floor was solid tiles, which continued about a foot up the wall. There was a drain in one corner so the floor could be washed down but they never seemed to make much of an effort to do so. Hanging from the ceiling were a variety of chains and straps and dotted around were several oil drums both upright and on their sides. Also an old bath, a solid heavy kitchen table and a few chairs. The lighting, apart from a couple of pin spots, was dim and it could be difficult to see.
There were probably around 20 people already there; some playing to a small degree, even so the room was in no way crowded, until we walked in that was. We were followed by what seemed like most of the bar, obviously some of them remembered out last visit and would enjoy a repeat, even if I didn't. Nobody was wearing any more than Daddy and most much less, several dressed much as myself but I'd be surprised if any got used as I knew Daddy would use me. Ages all over the place, no real chickens but late teens to sixties I would imagine with bodies to match. Some trim and buffed and others large and sweaty even this early in the evening. It didn't seem as if much serious play had been occurring so far. I just knew he'd be changing that soon and was real glad when he handed me a bottle of poppers. 'You'll be needing that,' he said, loud enough for most of the room to hear.
'Anyone want to examine my boy before I put him to use?' he asked the room.
Damn stupid question. Of course they did and immediately there were hands over my body, fingers in my mouth and twisting my nipples, pulling on my balls and getting more adventurous as Daddy did nothing to stop them and I only buckled slightly under their abuse.
There were several hands round my backside, either slapping at it or in a couple of case attempting to finger fuck me. 'If you want to get in there we better bend him over,' came from daddy as he pulled me over to the table and forced me to lie over the narrow side. It was just the right size and height to have me bent at the waist and my head reaching the other side.
''Right then. Boy needs his arse examined fully. Anyone up for the job?' He must have pointed someone out because I heard someone gob and felt them spit in my arse crack followed by first two, then three and quickly four fingers. I couldn't help but moan at that, so would you with most of a hand stuck up insider of your arse and feeling round to see how much it could hurt you. That still wasn't enough for him as I felt his hand removed and wiped over my back as he called out 'Where's that metal plug then?'
Daddy got back in the act then, 'Better get him spread fully if you intend to rape boy with that?' and he kicked at my ankles, ''Spread your feet wide boy.'
As I obeyed he knelt down and clipped by ankles to rings on the table legs leaving my arse spread wide open for all. As I expected he then walked round the front and grabbed my wrists to attach likewise to rings on the other corners of the table, taking the poppers from my hand he held the bottle to my nose and told the others, 'All yours now.'
That was it I knew. He'd decided to go the whole hog. I wasn't going to be in for an easy night and he would love every moment of it. Bastard!