Daddy

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 Seventeen

[This is not the original chapter 17. When checking 18 before sending it off I realised I was unhappy with the result and that the problem started with this lunch. If you've already read the original I apologise. If you are picking this up after Nifty have allowed me to re-write then it won't matter.]

The morning came too soon. In fact it was Daddies voice calling from the door that finally broke through my befuddled senses. 'Lunch still at two son?'

He called across the room. It was strange him no longer calling me boy after so many years but I knew I was more boy to the man still sleeping beside me than I had ever been to him.

'What's the time?'

'Almost twelve.'

'That should be OK then,' I replied.

A couple of hours would normally be enough time but as I tried to stretch the memory of last night returned, as did notice my body was somewhat damaged and not as supple as I'd wish. Managing somehow to force my eyes open I discovered myself still lying on Karl's arm, looking him straight in the face. He must have dropped off almost immediately I had. Sleeping he was a different man than the one who'd used me last night. I'd not noticed before just how thick his eyelashes were, they showed more with his eyes closed. His dark untidy hair fell all over the place; the natural curls showing more in an un-brushed condition. His lips, slightly open to show those teeth that even in repose appeared to be smiling. He was breathing slowly and deeply, and I moved my head just sufficiently to breath in the air he exhaled and watch my lover sleeping. He was my lover, my first, hopefully my only. Those others had just been sex partners.

'Have you seen enough?' I glanced up to see his eyes wide open and looking back at me. How long had he been awake?

'No Sir, never. But we need to get up and I think I'll need your help, my backs locked solid after your enjoyment.' I risked it and kissed those lips I'd been watching so closely.

'I suppose a fuck's out of the question then?' Thank god he was smiling.

'That's for you to say Sir but we have guests for lunch and not much time.'

'Yes. I heard him.' So he had been awake after all.

Karl managed finally to rise himself with much creaking of joints and after helping me lay face down sprayed my back again with ibuprofen after which I carefully and slowly got myself up, washed and emptied. Breakfast was just juice and coffee but by the time I'd sunk a second cup I'd decided my body would probably recover, given time.

Karl, it seemed, had a different idea as to what my body required. I'd stayed naked so far but when I went to pull a pair of shorts on he stopped me. 'Wear what you wore yesterday and put these on underneath.'

He handed me a short leather strap to fit behind my cock and balls plus a small leather jock two sizes too small. What I wore yesterday was roughly two pieces of chamois, each just over a foot square, hanging from a thin belt round my waist plus wrist and ankle straps. They made me feel almost more naked than when actually so. I looked back at him. The weekend Karl was back. He slapped me lightly across my face. 'Do it boy. Your holidays over.'

It was luckily another glorious day outside and I set the table up under the trees for three and placed my rubber backed mat beside Karl's chair. When he brought the salads down he saw my seating arrangements and came over to me where I was removing the sling and clearing up from last night.

'I see you know where to sit boy.' I went to answer him but he put his hand behind my neck and kissed me, his tongue playing catch with mine and his other hand moving down to gently massage my butt. When Karl kissed I sure as hell knew I'd been kissed, if I'd had to choose a way to die that would have been it. I wanted to forget lunch and have his cock take the place of his fingers, a slight flexing and two digits that had been exploring my rosebud slid straight in.

Releasing the vacuum hold on his mouth for a quick breath I moaned, 'Yes.'

That must have brought him to his senses as the fingers were withdrawn and my backside slapped once hard enough to hurt then my open mouth filled by those same fingers.

'Clean them boy. Shut up, suck them clean and listen well.'

I had little choice, one hand still behind my head and the other stuck in my mouth, I was unlikely to be going far.

'Unless I give you permission you will not speak except for Yes Sir until I say otherwise. Don't worry, I intend to have your arse later, I'd give it a quick bang now but there isn't time. Now go and get the wine and bring your bowls back with you. You can also bring a cushion if your bum is still sore from last night.'

'Thank you Sir,' gained me a grinning Karl and a backhanded slap across my face.

'I told you only Yes Sir. I'll allow that phrase as well though but no more warnings. Now get busy.'

Turning round to go and collect other items for lunch I saw Daddy and Pete on their way down. They must have seen what just happened, the house was behind my back so Karl would have seen them; probably that was his intention, to set our positions straight before others.

Twisting back I saw the little grin I'd half expected and dared to dart forward and give him a quick kiss before running back to the house. He followed more slowly and met me half way with my arms full of wine bucket, my bowls and a cushion. I was half expecting a slap or thump somewhere but all he did was grin and mutter under his breath, 'you silly boy.'

One more trip and everything was ready, I stood beside Karl's chair waiting for his permission to kneel down. It was already feeling more natural to be on display as and when he wished, to be waiting for his orders. I was still embarrassed at my dress and situation being publicised as it were but that was what he wanted and I had to obey. Also, under that too small leather jock my cock was attempting in vain to escape, causing a pain that contained elements of ecstasy within it.

He motioned me down and I knelt, the cushion between my legs to soften the pressure on my backside. The conversation above my head seemed unreal, there was no mention of me apart from an early enquiry about the state my back, and otherwise it was as if I was invisible. After a while Karl handed me down a bowl of mixed salad and sliced meats, I was not surprised when there was no cutlery to accompany it.

I knelt there beside him holding the bowl in one hand and eating with the other. Every so often his hand would reach out and ruffle my hair, and each time he did so warmth seemed to invade my whole body, all I wanted to do was trap my head between his thighs and breathe him in, to have him hold me tightly.

I wasn't aware at first when my bowl was empty, that they had also finished and his hand was resting permanently on my head. I did realise my body was almost quivering with a joy that needed venting somehow, I think at that moment I would have obeyed any instruction he'd given me, no matter how demeaning. As it was, 'Get another bottle of wine boy,' had me jumping to my feet and with a quick 'Yes Sir,' running back to the house and then returning with a fresh bottle and opener. I wasn't even prepared to stay away from him long enough to open the bottle.

He told me I could kneel and resuming my previous position I removed the cork and handed the bottle up to be told to hold out my bowl which was then half filled with wine. He must have read my mind, 'You can start with the real stuff boy, and I'll supply the recirculated version later.' I felt like crying.

I wanted to cry because I'd just been told he intended to piss down my throat later on. How sick was that? I didn't care; it would come from him, which was all that mattered.

Lunch over he told me to stay and finish my bowl and the others helped him clear everything away. Karl returned alone, another almost full bottle of wine in one hand and a metal case in the other and told me to move myself and seating over to the centre of the play area.

Then he sat cross-legged before me on another cushion, just looking and taking the occasional swig.

'You know,' he said, in a quite normal tone of voice, 'Fucking with your mind like that was fun but fucking with your body is more satisfactory.

That's next.