DADDY by Ant who can be contacted at ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk
[Graphic gay sexual scenes 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 Sixteen
[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 submissions to Nifty just for their sexual content. Will admit, usually so do I. But it just seems like I have no choice in this matter. Hope you enjoy anyway]
Yes, he did have an idea. First bending down for the bottle of wine he took a swallow, then drank and held a mouthful, bending forward and squirting it into my mine, continuing in this fashion for several mouthfuls finally replacing the bottle and holding his face close, his hands behind my back, 'Here we go.'
Once again his mouth closed over mine just as my breath exhaled with a yell because he'd placed his hands full of ice cubes against my beaten back and was dragging them back and forth, freezing and exasperating the welts at one and the same time.
He pulled away slightly, bending to allow his hands to wander down to my arse cheeks. 'You bastard!' I gasped out and he moved the handfuls of ice to my balls and caressed my groin and between my legs. My body was trying unsuccessfully to dance and I kept on swearing at him, calling him all the names I could think of.
Up he stood and held one palm flat across my swearing mouth, half filling it with the remaining ice, now mixed with my own scent and sweat. Karl close my mouth and while I crunched and swallowed the taste of my own essence he repeated the abuse twice more, without causing me to eat again, and then bent to release the shackles holding my legs apart, lifting them back toward some semblance of upright. Then reached above me to release the wrist shackles. I just couldn't help, it, as his sweat soaked armpit brushed across my face my tongue flicked out to lick at the small array of fine black hairs nestling right in the deepest part, licked and swallowed, licked and swallowed, stuck my nose as closely as possible to breathe deeply.
He finished and put his arms down, 'I thought you weren't keen on tasting stale sweat,' he commented.
'I'm not,' I'd surprised myself. He wasn't stale, he was Karl, that was different and I told him so.
'You silly boy,' he responded, 'you can let go those rings now.'
'I can't.' My hands were still clenched tightly around the rings over my head and I seemed unable to open my knuckles sufficiently to let go. Finally Karl had to reach up again and force my hands to open whereupon I half collapsed against him, my arms now falling over his shoulders, my head resting against his.
'Are you sure you're up to this?' he asked, a little worried.
'Just help me over there. You don't get away so easy after what you just did to me.'
'I don't get off easy!' he exclaimed, while helping me half stumble over to the sling and, with some care, lay back, my head in its own cradle, while he raised my legs into their slings. 'Will you need strapping down?'
'No,' as I lifted my arms to grab chains above my head. 'You'll need more light,' and I nodded at the candles above me he'd not lit earlier.
'Haven't you had enough?' he asked.
'That's not for me to say. But you need to see me, you must see what you are doing.' I meant that on two levels but could tell that initially he only understood the visual one.
Walking slowly round the sling he was tipping the remaining ice cubes over my body where most of them slid down to jam along my sides against the sling, then he repeated the walk, this time lighting a selection of candles that covered the area from my upper chest down to my groin just above my once more erect cock. Leaning over my head as the first candles started slowly dripping he kissed me lightly, almost a feather against my lips, and returned to his position between my legs.
He was softly lit from two directions, the under lights from the patio behind him and the flickering candles above me, throwing his glistening body into a strange relief. I was sure I could see a glowing nimbus surrounding him, I could certainly feel and smell the heat he was giving off as, giggling slightly, he was forcing ice cubes through my hole. The violation was uncomfortable and the wax now dripping more regularly over my body was painful, even so I found myself smiling to see him enjoying himself.
He spat twice in his hand and wiping that over his cock for lube followed the ice by thrusting the head of his cock straight through the lips of my hole. I gasped but he never looked up, just watched what he was doing and slowly kept up the pressure and thrust until his groin and mine met. Then he looked up at me, my face, our eyes, and clicked. It sounded to me an audible connection; I felt it thrum from his body to penetrate mine down to the bone where it echoed back into his, back and forth through the joining together of his cock ploughed deeply inside me.
He saw, I think he finally fully understood, the realities of our relationship. Even though the inside of my arse was slick and ready his cock hurt and he saw the steady drip, drip of wax at different places over my chest and stomach was causing me to grit my teeth against crying out. But I'd managed to keep my eyes open and through the candle light caught hold of his, my view narrowed down from his sweating body to his face where I could see droplets of sweat run down from his brow, drip of his chin, but my view narrowed down further, to his eyes, where I tried to see into his soul and allowed him full access into mine.
He shook as the impact hit him, I wouldn't let him glance away. This was my chance; I had to get through to him to his subconscious, so he'd know this was how it should be, how my inner self thrived on, craved for, the abuse and pain he inflicted, and, as importantly, how much his self was my opposite half as Daddy, or any other fly by night sessions, had never been.
'Now I get it!' was all he said. It was all that was needed. He knew it all now, on one level or another.
His cock started slowly and most thoroughly fucking my arse. I could feel every inch of it ploughing me open, deep oh so deep inside me. Pull back, almost out, and then heavy slow thrust back again, brushing through any obstacle without regard. This arse was his to use as he liked and he intended to prove it, his eyes still locked on mine; pulled back slightly now to include his face, that slightly feral grin had returned and each time either his cock or the dripping wax hit a new spot causing me to gasp through my clenched teeth his grin grew larger.
'Oh Yes, I get it all now. I hope you never regret meeting me.'
I would never do that but as he was talking his slow and comprehensive fucking increased speed and changed to that rape he'd promised earlier. He reached up himself and grabbed hold the set of chains above my legs that matched the ones I was gripping tightly above my arms. Some of the candles had finished or gone out but that mattered little. His cock grew and throbbed inside me as he reamed me, down to my core.
All the time his eyes kept hold of mine, it was me now who couldn't glance away. He was bashing my balls with every inward thrust, my teeth were no longer clenched, I would have ground them away, instead I heard myself, 'Oh fuck, yes, go on you bastard, harder, make me yours, I am yours, use me.' I was also moaning, my body was twisting and turning at his ill treatment but I wouldn't have had it any other way.
The sweat was flying from his body, and the spittle form his mouth, both covering my body. I found myself crying and saw for some reason so was Karl. 'Yes boy. You are really mine; I'm fucking you so deep I'll shoot out your mouth. I'm going to fuck you anywhere I want; your mouth and arse are mine. Yes! Yes! Yes!'
God he shot. A great massive stream of hot strings of little Karl's so many and so deeply inside me I was sure some would never escape. Still he was fucking and shooting, covering my whole gut with his seed, marking me as fully inside as he had my outer body earlier.
Finally he slowed, his cock shrinking slightly, and stood, still holding the chains, gasping for breath and looking down on me. 'I think that makes you mine boy. No body else gets you without my permission now or the whipping you just had will be a pleasant dream. Right boy?'
'I've been yours since last weekend Sir, but yes, I agree.'
'I didn't ask you to agree,' I felt him flex against my outstretched legs, 'That's not your choice,' he continued, 'Your answer is Yes Sir. I've been far too lax, in future at weekends you only speak when given permission. Right boy?'
I nodded and felt him flex again, then my bowels were filling rapidly with another boiling stream, one this time that seemed never ending. The increased pressure against my own bladder had its own result and my erection just fell over as my own cock released its own load of piss straight up in the air and catching him under his chin.
'I never gave you permission to let that out,' he said grabbing my flapping member and aiming the stream at my face and open mouth. He leaned forward, directing the slowing stream all over my body and as it dribbled to a stop using his hands to make sure I was covered everywhere. As he bent over further to stick his piss soaked fingers in my mouth his cock escaped from my hole with a plop. 'You better move Sir,' I could tell I'd be unable to retain the flood for long.
'Never said you could speak boy,' his fingers pinched my over worked nipples and as I threw my head back and gasped by bowels let loose. A stream of Karl's piss and cum and who knows what of mine, flooded out, I heard the flood crash against his body and splash back against my arse cheeks.
'You are a filthy boy,' his hands moved back to my cock, now my bladder had emptied itself once more painfully erect. 'What do you think I should do about this then?' He grabbed my balls in one hand and stretched them, with the other squeezed my cock tight. I kept my mouth closed, well rather only answered him with a little yelp.
'That's better boy. Now lets have a closer look.' He knelt down; I could just see the crown of his head peering between my raised, outstretched legs and feel his breath against my cock. One hand was still pulling and twisting my balls but the other suddenly stuck several fingers inside my hole, and then......
I did scream. Only a little scream but I couldn't help it. Karl's mouth engulfed me Not fully, not swallowed down, but he slid his l hot lips over the sensitive head and took several inches into his mouth and started to suck. I had no chance to warn him. I came, came in his mouth, a massive load; it had been building all evening. Even though he pulled away and continued to bring me off with his hand Id still cum in his mouth.
This lad who a week ago would have settled for a hand job from the local bit of skirt had stuck his fingers up my arse after I'd emptied my bowels over him. Had sucked the first cock in his life, and now I'd had the nerve to shoot in his mouth.
He stood up and reached forward, one hand wiped the remains of my load across my face while the other released my raised legs, then two hands grasped mine and pulled me from the sling to stand upright against his sticky, slimy body. He bent his head just that little bit to place his closed lips against mine, then, as I opened my mouth to meet his, fed me back the cum he'd retained in his mouth.
He pulled me with him and lay down on the ground, my body part sliding and part sticking to his. There was little light but I could see his open mouth and grinning teeth just waiting for me to kiss and nibble. 'You're a filthy boy,' he told me when we had to pause for breath.
'What about you then,' my fingers found a sting of cum lying across one cheek and I scraped it toward his mouth where he sucked on my finger. 'Had to do it sometime didn't I, just seemed like a good idea.'
I think we could have both stayed there for ages, our filthy bodies drying slowly, just holding each other and kissing lightly. Karl became sensible before me, 'We'll have to move. All this to clear up, and us. I better see to your back as well. Don't forget we got guests for lunch.'
With a groan I rolled off and slowly managed to get to my feet. He was right, it turned out in our future that he often was, but just then all I wanted to do was have him cuddle me. Luckily there was little cleaning to do, a box of toys to be cleaned in the shower with us, he cleared the table and set the patio back to rights while I used the hose to wash away all signs of our party. The sling we left out to drip dry and finally turned the outside lights off and made it to the shower.
I couldn't help but laugh for a moment, we were both filthy, our bodies covered in grass cuttings, mud, god knows what, but I stopped laughing when he got me holding on to his broad shoulders while he washed me down. It was a continual series of whimpers from me as he gently washed my hair and then sponged shower gel over my body before carefully turning my body under the water flow to rinse off. I seemed bruised and hurt everywhere. Even drying off was impossible and in the end he used the hair dryer more on my body as for my hair. Finally he had me stand while he sprayed glorious ibuprofen all over me. While he finished cleaning himself and the toys I went and poured a large brandy, then just managed to make it to our mattress and collapse.
He joined me shortly and held the glass to my lips, sharing the alcohol as we'd finally shared everything else this night. I lay my head in the crook of his arm and licked his brandified lips. 'Would you mind if I sleep facing you tonight Sir. I don't think my back could take being touched much.'
He just pulled me closer and was kissing my face when I fell asleep.
I had the most wonderful dreams of being held and knowing I was loved. A voice told me I was loved, that I was safe now. That I would always be safe. A tongue was licking my face. In my dream I knew it was a dream, as my dog had died the previous year. Even so, I snuggled closer to my dream; it felt so good like that.