Daddy

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 A [Don't like the usual number after twelve]

[There has been something about this story that's connected with me as no previous effort for Nifty has. Karl and boys feelings and reactions for each other have become as important as the sex. I apologise to those who read mine, and others, submissions just for their sexual content. Will admit, usually so do I. It just seems like I have no choice in the matter. Anyway - here comes some pain.]

I heard Karl grunt and whisper to himself as he moved around and around doing something to the top of the frame the sling I was tied in hung from. All I had to go on were his little noises and occasional brushes of his body against mine in a non-threatening way. Then, 'That should do it. Thought I had the measurements right. 'Better have a drink boy,' his hand behind my head and a wine bottle held to my lips, 'Go on. Drink deep, I've still got the another bottle.' He must have encouraged me to swallow a couple of glasses before my chokes took precedence and he let my head back down. 'OK. Let the entertainment begin.' I just knew he was grinning.

I heard a match strike and the smell of sulphur, the heat of his body touching mine across my chest when he reached somewhere above, then another match struck and the same contact closer to my groin.

'This should be fun. I need to relax for a bit.' I heard wine being poured into a glass from somewhere about head level on my right, then his breath on my face from the same side, 'Any moment now.'

Ouch! He was holding a candle above my chest, allowing the melted wax to drip in my body. Ouch! Ouch! Moving it around, my chest, my stomach, my groin. Oh! Ouch! He had one in each hand. Another match struck. 'Be lower soon.' How could he be speaking in my ear and yet have hot wax falling on my body from several positions. Were we alone?

Karl did it again. Just you and me boy. His fingers were caressing my brow, across the blindfold, my cheeks, and my lips. 'I want to see your eyes,' the blindfold was removed. His face was just a few inches from my own, his eyes looking at mine as they blinked in the low sunlight, his brilliant teeth showing in a grin. His breath of wine and smoked chicken salad wafted up my nose. I wanted him.

He turned his head to look toward my raised legs and I saw he'd contrived a metal bar to clip across the frame to which a large number of candles had been attached flat to my body, some of which were lit and dripping down on me. Ooohh! On my cock, then another and another. He'd lit a set that was dripping all over my cock and balls. The very little movement my body had to move away just allowed the drips to fall on my thighs.

'Open your eyes,' I looked, all I could see were his eyes and nose his face was so close, breathing out straight into my mouth, I was inhaling his air, his fingers roving all over my face and then holding my hair, 'Are you hurting boy?' My eyes must have answered his question, his hand gripped my hair so tightly I yelped, and his mouth covered mine.

Oh God! He didn't kiss boys, or men for that matter. He wasn't playing about either, his tongue dug straight in and attempted to wrap around mine. He was trying to get his head inside my mouth and if my hands had been free I'd have helped. I have no idea if he'd intended to kiss me, but was well aware his reactions when he did so were as much a surprise to him as the very idea of him kissing was to me. I caught exactly the moment his brain caught up with what he'd been doing and there was a slight pause and he went to pull away, then changed his mind and dug in again. Finally he had to pull away or run out of air but remained bending over with a look of amazement on his face.

'That's a turn-up for the book! Where did that come from?'

'Do it again but keep your eyes open,' I gasped quickly. I knew I shouldn't be giving him instructions but just couldn't let him get away.

His lips met mine again, this time more gently and as I carefully stuck my tongue in his mouth and brushed it round his teeth I fought to keep my eyes looking into his. Have you ever kissed with your eyes open? Its not the natural way but the reward can be so fulfilling. Whatever I felt for him before, whatever submission I had made, they were nothing compared to now. What I saw in those eyes, the eyes of the man I'd handed my body to, the man who intended to hurt me, who was in fact doing so right now; my body still jerking to the hot wax dripping down on it, that mans eyes were full of joy and incredulity. I just couldn't let him escape and attempted to suck hard on his mouth and tongue when, suddenly, as he took a breath, his tongue drove deeply into my mouth now trying to reach those parts of my throat usually only reached by a cock.

I've no idea how long we kissed for, one of his hands holding my head up slightly, the other roaming over my upper body, picking at the drying wax now the candles had stopped dripping. Finally he pulled away and stood up to massage his stiff neck, looking down at me the whole time.

'Phew! Where the hell did that come from?' he asked again. I didn't care where it came from, just don't allow it to spoil things I was whishing. 'Whatever,' he continued, 'There's something here needs attention and that can fill your mouth better.' I didn't know when he'd removed his shorts but had felt his aroused cock knocking against me earlier and as he moved behind me and released the section holding my head up I was able to admire it more closely from an upside down position.

Having my head hang down backwards was not the most comfortable position, neither was it most conducive to breathing, but it sure as hell gave his cock deep and easy access. I realised afterwards he was so sexually hyped up his actions were almost automatic. My head fell back when he released the straps; his cock slid straight in and down causing me almost problem in swallowing and his fingers seemed to find my nipples without looking. Nipping and pinching them deeply cracking through the cooling wax his flexing thighs clenched round my head and he just stood there breathing heavily.

His cock was throbbing in my mouth, a throbbing I could feel emanating from his whole body, and his fingers were clenching and unclenching. 'No! No!' he was gasping, 'This isn't right. I shouldn't be doing this.' There was nothing I could say, all I could do was clench my lips tighter and try to swallow. That did it, sent him over and he started shooting, still with my head jammed between his thighs and hardly moving apart from his hands that were now thumping at my chest. 'Bastard! Bastard! This is wrong; I'm not a sadist. Why am I doing this?' He was still shooting down my throat though, but I could tell he was crying as well.

Karl's paroxysms slowly ground to a halt and he pulled out of my mouth without a word, then quickly went round the sling released the holding straps and sat down on the grass. I managed to slide to the ground, my legs didn't really want to respond so quickly but I had to get to him and half crawled, half stumbled toward him.

He was still crying a little and used one hand to wave me away, the other to wipe his eyes. I paid no attention; this was not the moment to hold to our agreement about the weekends. 'Don't,' I knelt before him and reached out to hold him but he batted my arm away. 'Sir. What's wrong, please let me help.'

He flew at me without warning; one punch caught me on my cheek, the other as I ducked, the side of my head.

I didn't consider myself weak and in other circumstances would have fought back but even in these circumstances knew I could never hit him, hat would finish any possibility of salvaging our relationship. I attempted to clasp his arms but that left his head free to try and nut me so I had to allow one arm to protect me there leaving one of his free to continue pummelling my body. We were rolling about on the grass, on and off the patio, the table went over, and finally back on the grass crashing against one of the massive posts holding the frame.

I was trapped underneath and saw him raise a clenched fist ready to bring it down when he looked down and froze. 'What have you done to me?' he cried, 'You've turned me gay, I don't care about that, I was about to move in. You let me hurt you and I want to do more. That's not right, I'm not that sort of person, I don't go around hurting people. Especially someone I love.'

Someone he loved?

He could have bashed the hell, out of me right than and I'd have let him. What could I do?

I risked it. Reaching up with both hands I clasped them behind his neck and pulled his head toward mine, at first he was resisting, I saw the first tiny bit of understanding in his face as he realised I was stronger than he realised, that in a real fight we'd probably be equal. As that knowledge percolated through to his brain his body lost a little tension and when he was close enough for me to lick at the tears still showing on his cheek he slid his legs back and lay fully over me.

'You could have fought back harder,' he said, a touch of question in his voice.

'Ssshh!' I kissed his lips softly.

'Why didn't you fight me? I nearly bashed your face in.'

'You didn't, that's what matters,' was my reply, accompanied with another kiss.

'But why don't you fight back? You could, I can tell that now. Why do you want me to beat you up? Why call me Sir? Its not my scene'

'Lets take it backwards,' I said, 'It is your scene, look how hard your cock is and you've only just fucked my mouth.' He brought his lips down to mine that time. 'I don't want you to beat me up as you put it. I want you to hurt me. That's different, I can't explain it but I need to be hurt for someone, who by is not quite so important as long as the someone is there. Daddy was that someone but now I've met you I know what was missing before, I want you to hurt me. I take the pain for you, that's where I fight back. Accepting it. And it works for you as well, I know it works for you, I knew it last Saturday night, there's a connection between us when you hurt me. Something I've never felt so fully with anyone else. I cant really put it into words but that's how it is.

Karl lay over me just thinking for a moment. 'I do get off on hurting you, I have to admit it. But I don't want to tie up any lads at work and beat them. I know two of them are gay, I've even had a blow job off one.'

'I should hope not,' I looked up at him, 'The connection is between us and it better be my body you use next time you feel randy. I will fight for that, I've no intention of sharing you. Of course,' I continued with a grin, 'If you want to share me, at weekends that is, then it's your call. I told you I was yours and that's why at weekends I'll call you Sir. Karl just lives here during the week and fucks me when he feels like it. Sir lives here at weekends and can do what he wants with boy.'

He kissed me again and lifting up looked at me quizzically, 'You know Karl has fallen for you boy?'

'Boy is grateful Sir. He has been speaking with far too much freedom and feels very unutilised right now.'

OK! That was a bit cheeky, and I did reach down and grasp Karl's cock so I suppose I deserved the slaps and 'Shut your mouth then.'