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 Twelve
I knelt there for a short while, drip-drying as it were, and considering my situation, the situation I'd placed myself in. Had I been looking too hard and misread the state of affairs? Was I placing too heavy a load on his shoulders? After all, up to last weekend he'd considered himself straight with just the odd blowjob from another man. What did he consider himself now? Straight with a functional mouth or arse to fuck every night until he met another girl? Was this weekend going to occur just because he'd have a boy to slave for him and who he could beat up without any risk and then boast to his mates about? Had my emotions overridden my senses?
All I really knew was the erection standing proud from my drying body made a mockery of the little chamois cloth supposed to be covering my privates. Come to think of it I'd been either erect or half way there most of the time Daddy and Pete had been around as well. Karl was fucking with my mind it seemed and I just didn't know how to react. It came down to trust and I realised that after a whole week I still didn't know him at all. So how could I trust him. He'd spent several evenings talking to Daddy on the other side of the room while I was getting his books into shape. I'd overheard Daddy telling him what a contrary kid I'd been and how it was when he'd noticed that I seemed to be going out of my way to be naughty and would always change to my running shorts when Daddy intended to spank me that he'd become aware of my interests. Ha! Interests he called them. I could still be contrary, that I knew, it was in my makeup. I also knew without any shadow of doubt that I felt very sexy. It wasn't just my erection that wanted sex; my whole body was starting to vibrate deep inside somewhere looking for a release I wanted but knew had to be accepted and built on.
It was when Daddy taped my shoulder and handed me another note I realised I'd been kneeling there for almost an hour attempting to sort things out in my mind. They still weren't properly sorted, that would have to wait, the sight of Karl's untidy scrawl on the outside just sent a warm rush through me. Raising my head I looked up at Daddy with a stupid grin plastered over my face, I didn't care what I looked like.
'I think you've got there at last lad,' he said. Daddy had called me nothing but boy for quite a few years but when my face responded to the change he put a finger to my lips, 'That's over now and about time to. You can be a proper boy to Karl, you two need each other, we were only playing at it and you know that wasn't enough for you. We're leaving now and I'll spend the night at Pete's, you two have fun.'
'You don't have to move out,' I told him. After all, he'd brought me up from a baby and was all the family I had.
'Was he mind reading? 'You've new family now lad. I'm invited for lunch tomorrow so lets chat then. Tonight's for you two. Have fun.'
My chest filled up with emotion as he walked away. I knew he was right and he was overdue to live his own life but he was still family. I'd have to talk it over with Karl.
It was a bolt from the blue. One of the biggest decisions I'd have to make, emotional, practical, all the rest, and my first thought was I'd have to talk it over with Karl. Not just for his advice but for his agreement. Oh Karl, you have fucked with my life haven't you? I just hope I'm worth it.
Then I opened his note. Oh Hell! I couldn't see to read it all, I just burst out crying. Not sobbing, not gasping to breathe type crying, I just felt my eyes fill and my chest burst as I struggled to my feet, my knees almost locked from kneeling there for so long.
'Hope you've spare storage space boy, I'm moving in.'
I had to sit back down where I was, luckily still on the grass, as I couldn't see. I'd crumpled his note in my hand and had brought it to my nose trying to smell his scent, I almost crushed it in my mouth, remembering just in time there were quite a few instructions written there as well. I managed to get a semblance of control back, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand and carefully straightened out his note, luckily still just decipherable. I couldn't carry on like this; he'd soon get fed up if I burst into tears at any moment. Pain tears maybe but I was sure he didn't want the other type again. I just couldn't help how he affected me.
'Hope you've spare storage space boy, I'm moving in.
You can help me unload the van later.
I'll be home around six, have my dinner ready.
I'll eat on the patio and you'll sit by my feet, ready to serve, where you belong at weekends.
I intend to enjoy my weekend boy.
You won't.'
P.S.
'Wash your hands. I don't want stale piss on my food.'
Why did the promise of pain and filth make me cry with joy? After that first line anything else was a bonus.
Finally I made my way to the kitchen and then had no time to start thinking, as time was short. I set the table for one on the patio with a couple of candles and the two bottles of opened wine set in a bucket of ice. His dinner was salad so I prepared a plate and being almost six laid it out with a cover over. I had a small foam backed bath mat I put down beside his chair just in time as I heard our van pull up out front so I sat, cross legged, beside the chair with my head bowed. Now at least I knew why he taken the van this morning.
It seemed ages before I heard footsteps and then a set of bare legs shod only flip flops appeared before me. I could smell him, his sweat from a days hard work, natural man sweat. I wasn't usually into the ranker side of body odours or other outpourings unless well into a scene but I wanted to lick him clean. To wash his body with my tongue. I'd start at his feet and work slowly up until I could look into his eyes. I just wanted to look at him but he placed a hand on my head, 'keep your head down boy.'
He sat and from the corner of my eye I could see one of his muscular thighs, toped off by the bottom half of a tight pair of thick cotton shorts. A one or two inch leg and that bulge I wanted to service. The scent I picked up on now was more than sweat, you get that sweeter man smell round the crutch from a man, a mixture of sweat, piss drips, hormones, something. I could almost feel the heat rising from his body, the heat that would keep me warm tonight whether we touched or not. But I wanted to touch him.
'You smell rank boy. Did they piss on you then?'
'Yes Sir.'
'Did you do everything fully I instructed boy?'
'That's not for me to judge Sir. I tried but you will have to ask Daddy, or Pete.'
'Good boy,' he continued, reaching down to place a brand new metal dog bowl before me and then poured an inch or so of wine in to christen it. 'You deserve a drink then,' and he placed his hand back on my head forcing it down to the bowl. I would rather have been drinking from his body bent right down and lapped from the bowl as I thought he wanted. 'You can use your hands to pick the bowl up boy. Everything you eat or drink this weekend will be in that bowl unless I feed you by hand, and everything that I put in that bowl you will consume. Yes?' He slapped me round the back of my head.
'Yes Sir.'
'You stink too much. Crawl over to the sling and show me how you get into it. Don't look at me!'
How could I not look at him? I was dying to look at him; I just wanted to look in his face, to drown in his eyes. Oh! Wanted him so much it hurt.
Somehow I crawled over to the sling hanging from the frame where Daddy and I had fixed it earlier and standing, with my head still bowed, managed to lay back and adjust my body to the position where my arsehole would be fully exposed when/if my legs were raised and tied off.
All I saw of him was a quick shot of his body as he stood, naked above those tight shorts, a slight line of dark hair showing on his bronzed body and leading from the rim of his shorts to his belly button and mirrored by an even finer sprinkling between his pecs. I never got to see his face. 'Close your eyes,' he called.
I never heard him on the grass but knew the moment he stood beside my head and turned to face the scent. 'Head straight and eyes close,' this with a harder slap across my face. Then a small blindfold so all I had was my sense of smell to go on, somehow it was more acute. Straps fastening across my chest and arms pulled up and outwards to be likewise fastened off quite rapidly followed that. My head he left raised and loose,, laughing as he slapped it from side to side, 'Better leave some part of you able to move.' Then he moved to my legs, likewise lifting, bending and tying off, finishing with a strap across my groin, just above my cock.
'Have to see about stretching this a bit I think,' as he bashed it from side to side. It was still half hard. Wouldn't the bloody thing ever go down? 'You just hang on there for a moment. I've something to set up I made at work. I think I'm going to enjoy this.'
Enjoy What? I started having second thoughts again. I felt my pulse rate and breathing speed up. What was I doing putting my body completely at the mercy of this strange hetro, bi, man I hardly knew. He could do anything he wanted. But that was it. He was supposed to do anything he wanted, anything he would enjoy. My body was his, that was the arrangement. I thought of his last note, I thought of him and my breathing eased.
I never heard Karl return, just became aware he was standing beside my head again.
'Better now,' he laid his hand on my brow. How long had he been there, watching me, reading me?
'Relax boy. Now we'll get things interesting.'
[[For those of you waiting impatiently for the heavy sex and punishment to return - it's on its way. Boy has to wait so thinks you should as well]]