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 Nineteen

Karl just sat there looking me straight in the face, taking occasional swigs from the bottle and periodically sharing with me as he called it by swilling a mouthful round his mouth and spitting it out over my body.

I, on the other hand, attempted look directly into his eyes, a task that became more and more difficult as hot wax started to drip onto my cock and balls from the lighted candle stuck in my mouth. I had a little movement available back and forth but he didn't want to see wax dripping on the ground between us, he wanted to see it drip on my body, wanted to see my pain. I knew it was showing, the wax was still hot and melted as each drip landed on my cock and balls, which in their turn were still sore from last night. Each slight sway of my body back and forth caused the dildo up my backside to respond in turn, pressing and rubbing a slightly different part of my bowel each time.

Then I saw it, a sudden flash across his face as he became ever so slightly aware, aware it was more than just seeing me in pain he was enjoying, aware we were connecting on a level he'd not been conscious of before.

I'd known it from the first time he looked fully into my face last Saturday but he'd had to find his own way here, I knew he wasn't really cut out to be a natural sadist even if only for the weekend though his imagination had surprised me. It was almost that he'd been working on automatic and was only now looking to see where he'd been. Hurriedly he moved to take the candle from my mouth, then behind me to release my restraints and helped raise my body to eject the dildo before returning to sit before me, his legs opened and bent behind me, holding me between them.

He looked at me for quite a while, almost begging me to talk first. Finally, 'What was that? What happened there?'

'I don't really know,' was my reply. 'No. Wait,' I continued as he began to object. 'I really don't know but I'll try and explain if I can.'

'You better,' was Karl's response. 'Something happened just then.'

'It's been happening since you first really hurt me, back in the woods. I felt something then, I knew you were different right away.'

'You mean because I'm hetro,' he asked with a smile.

'No,' I replied. 'Its something to do with endorphins and things, and you and me. Anyway, you're not hetro or you wouldn't be here now thinking about sticking this little bit of yourself up my backside.' I gripped his cock lightly which had risen back to attention as if he'd not emptied his load over my face a short time ago.

As Karl lay back I thankfully rose to straighten the kinks in my legs and then lay back beside him, my head on his stomach blowing hot breath over his cock that I was gently mauling about with my hand.

I explained to Karl that many years back I'd discovered I got excited if Daddy had to punish me even though I had no idea why it was happening and being something of a wild boy he'd had to punish me quite often. Then I'd started doing things just so he'd put me over his knees and spank me and he soon caught on to my behaviour. Being gay himself and at that time twice my age he'd stopped using that form of punishment until, a couple of years later, I'd been about sixteen, he'd caught me one day trying to hurt myself in order to get off. We had some very open talks over the next week with the result some years later that Karl had come across. Daddy was still uncomfortable about hurting me much himself or having sex with me but quite enjoyed watching others abuse me. I was happy because I felt safe with him there.

Karl's cock was responding more strongly to my ministrations and I left it alone, turning my head to lick at his stomach, turning over to lay between his legs and stretching my arms up to play with his nipples. I could feel his hard cock twitch and flex against me, could feel his strength there, and in his firm hands as they held my head and half dragged my body up so my tongue could replace my fingers on his nipples.

'And? What has that to do with you and me?' he asked.

I told him how most of the time it was just a scene and sex but that occasionally, I didn't know how or why, something would happen, after a while I would feel this sort of separation of mind and body, almost be looking at myself being whipped or abused as if from a distance. It still hurt, in fact usually hurt like hell, but I was able to damp the sharpness down to a dull throbbing and always wanted more. It seemed to be only when the other person got off on abusing me, me as a person, not just me as an available body with a pain loving streak.

Then found myself unable to continue. How could I explain something I only half understood myself? Also the realisation had finally just exploded in my little brain that this was more than a sexual relationship, strong though that was. I was in love with Karl, not just his stiff hot cock throbbing against my groin, not just his firm body lying under mine, not just his hands that could hurt me or his lips that he'd kissed me with, not even those deep eyes I could get lost in. No! It was Karl I'd fallen in love with, Karl the person, Karl the whole. My heart had known it last weekend, after that first night. It was only now my brain had caught up. I wanted to yell it aloud for the entire world to hear, I wanted to tell him, to tell everyone, to say those soppy things to him you only read in books, but I didn't dare.

Only last week he'd been looking to get blown by a bird and now he'd just moved in and was fucking me every night. I dare not lose this chance of happiness by turning him off with promises of undying love. I slid my body down his and took his hot throbbing cock straight in my mouth and deep down my throat causing myself to gag badly. Even so, I made myself continue in the hope of changing the subject and giving myself something else to think about. To no avail.

His hands pulled my head from his cock, and then moving under my shoulders pulled my body upwards, back where it had been before.

'And? What about us? How do you and I together fit in your scene?'

I sat up quickly. 'It's not a scene with us. Its more than that, you're more than that, so much more.'

Reaching behind me I grasped his hot hard cock and raising my body impaled myself quickly on that sign of his virility. 'And its not just this either,' I gasped as my body adjusted to this welcome intrusion. Maybe with such closer contact I could continue. I couldn't look at him; instead let my eyes fall on his chest where my fingers were drawing unseen circles through his dark chest hairs.

His hands grasped my wrists to stay their movement, 'Don't mess me around boy.'

I still couldn't look him in the face. 'With you its different. All you have to do is slap me, spit on me, even piss on me, just abuse me and I start separating even before I feel any pain. I don't seem to float anymore though, not when you're there. I merge with you somehow, seem to see through your eyes, I can feel your enjoyment, I want you to hurt me, need you to hurt me harder so we can enjoy it more. I know its crazy but that's what happens. Even when you came back during the week I felt a change inside myself whenever you looked at me and each time you fucked me I took something from you that I can only return by sharing my pain and seeing your enjoyment.'

While I'd been talking his fingers had moved of their own accord it seemed, to my nipples where they, at any rate, were enjoying pinching and twisting while his cock was trying its very best to force a way deeper inside my backside. That part of him at any rate was still interested.

He just lay there for quite a while, his groin thrusting from time to time and his fingers turning my nipples into beds of burning pain. Finally I just had to grab hold of his wrists myself and place his hands behind his head bringing my face in line with his own but I still couldn't look him in the face.

'You do know I'm gay really?'

His words hit me like a belt across the arse and my head flicked up to look down on him. His deep eyes were wide open, looking up at me without any sense of dissimilation. 'I've always known it, deep down. Just never found the right man to admit it with before. Probably why I tend to hire gay mechanics for my shop.' He was so open, so straightforward, as if admitting to being gay was the most normal thing in the world.

If those remarks had knocked me back, what he said next blew me away.

'The problem is,' he continued, 'I don't want to go round hurting people so how come I enjoy hurting the man I love?'

That did it! I yelled, I think, just before slamming my mouth down on his and trying my best to swallow his tongue and replace it with my own. His cock popped from my arse when I lay over him, my arms holding his wrists still behind his head and my legs attempting to wind tightly round his own, there was no way he would escape now.

I could hear myself talking gibberish as my mouth moved back and forth, kissing his beautiful eyes, nibbling his ear lobes, his chin, back to his mouth every time he tried to get a word in.

''I love you too. I didn't dare say it in case you ran away. I love all of you, every little bit of you. I couldn't go on without you. Do you really love me?'

I ran down in the end of course, one can only carry on like that for so long. I didn't let him go though; just lay my head on his breast listening to his heart beating. His hands that I had released were playing with my hair, 'I knew something happened the moment I saw your face while that man was laying a belt across your naked body. But I shouldn't off on hurting you.'

'Why not?' I asked him. 'You enjoyed it fucking me in the sling last night and watching the candles drip on my body didn't you?'

'Shit yes.'

'Then its time you remembered who's supposed to be in charge here and make proper use of your boy hadn't you.'

A sudden twist and flip had me flat on my stomach with Karl sitting on my shoulders attacking the cheeks of my backside unmercifully with his hands, one after the other, then both together. 'Yes. It's about time I showed you who's boss around here boy.'

He soon had me jerking around under him, tears running down my face to soak unnoticed into the grass, 'Stop it, no more, please stop.' I didn't care who might hear me.

Karl shifted his body slightly, 'Do you really want me to stop. Your cheeks are only pink so far.'

'No Sir. Of course you shouldn't stop until you want to.'

He resumed his attack, this time with a belt he must have picked up from the side. I took little attention when he moved to kneel beside me and changed the direction of his blows to encompass my shoulders and back, then returning to my arse cheeks, I was too busy attempting to claw my way into the grass, my arms and legs spread-eagled without restraint, my head turning from side to sidemy face covered in tears and grass cuttings and dirt, my body writhing and jumping to the force of his blows, I could somehow see the heat rising from my inflamed rear.

I saw him drop the belt and kneel between my wide-open thighs to hold his open palms above my cheeks and pull back with a start, almost as if burnt by them. Then firmly using a couple of fingers from each hand to probe, then penetrate my hole, to force an entry and twist and pull and press at the tender insides.

I yelled, well someone did. I saw and heard them but it didn't concern me. All that concerned me was the pain, the glorious pain saturating my body inside and out, permeating the surrounding area, the knowledge of a massive hot solid throbbing cock poised above those hot red cheeks.

'Go on! Take me Karl! Fuck my, fuck your boy, for Gods sake do me now!'

He did!

No sooner were his fingers pulled from my open arse his ramrod of a cock replaced them, plunging straight in to skewer my body to the ground before the lips of my hole had any chance of closing. As if that were not enough I felt every hair of his body sting against my inflamed skin when he wrapped his legs over mine and his arms under my chest bringing his fingers to my mouth. 'Suck on these boy, help keep your noise down.'

I'd not been aware my body was yelling and crying out until sucking gratefully on those fingers just removed form my arsehole reduced them to a series of moans and groans allowing external sounds to intrude. I could hear the grass rustling, somewhere crickets chirping and birds settling in the branches overhead for the night but above all Karl's voice murmuring in my ear.

Turning my head slightly but still sucking on his fingers it shocked me to see tears slowly running down his cheeks as he looked at me. 'That hurt didn't it?' There was no need to answer; I just bit his fingers lightly. 'I felt every blow,' he continued. 'This hurts as well,' he squeezed my body tighter, the heat from my sore back and cheeks slowly transferring to his chest and groin, I nipped his fingers again. 'And this?' Karl flexed his cock buried so deeply inside me. I could feel every hot solid throbbing inch of him and it was true, each time either of us flinched or I clenched my arse cheeks his cock would flick and hit another sensitive section of my insides. This time I opened my mouth to reply, 'Yes Thank you,' I managed to splutter round his fingers.

'Why thank me?' he came back with a grin, 'Wait to I fuck you, you may change your mind.'

'Then fuck me. Please! Please! Fuck me now!' I knew he was close and didn't think I could hold out much longer myself.

Karl moved his hands, one under my chest to close round a sore engorged nipple and as I gasped and writhed against that the other somehow managed to close tightly round the base of my cock squeezing my balls. I opened my mouth to yell and his lips clashed with mine so I screamed down his throat when he squeezed and twisted tighter, my body jerked and writhed, my arse clenched and he shot stream after stream of boiling Karl man juice inside me. He was yelling back and I was swallowing his joy, his release down my throat while my arse continued to milk his connection.

Everywhere hurt. My back and arse, my face and head, my whole body was being knocked against the ground and shaken around, I needed to breathe, I needed --- I came. The harder he squeezed and pulled on my balls the more I came, over and over and over again. It flooded out of me, that glorious finale this had all been working to.

I never even felt him pull out, was only half aware when Karl brought his hand to my lips and I reabsorbed some of the protein I'd just been ejaculating, when he stood over me and unleashed a full bladder over my abused body before laying back down beside me, turning my weary head to face his.

There were still tear tracks down his cheeks; I stuck out my tongue to lick them. 'Why?' I asked.

'I felt it, felt something, felt you. I felt your pain but couldn't stop; I knew you wanted more even when you screamed for me to stop. I felt my cock rape your arse and knew you wanted it.'

'Why cry then?' I asked him. 'It was good wasn't it?'

'Oh yes! The best, the best ever. Now I know, know we connected somehow, I want more.'

'Oh we will. I'm sure you will think of lots of ways to enjoy me,' I told him. 'And we can connect without sex now, that I can feel deep inside me. Anyway, I'll need time to recover before you let that out again. I'll need to sleep on my stomach tonight anyway.'

'That's OK,' Karl smirked, 'You'll be in the right position to take care of my morning wood then.'

And of course I was, that morning wood and many more.