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 Three
I knew there was no choice and slipped of my old trainers and stepped over the edge to stand in sufficient piss and whatever to cover over my ankles. Someone had been busy. As my arse stretched in the process the metal plug fell out and clanged against the side of the bath. Worse for me in the immediate moment was the weight hanging from my balls I'd managed to forget about with all the other abuse my body was attempting to recover from. The weight also caught against the bath side and jerked my squashed and already stretched ball sac, causing me to yelp.
I grabbed my balls in a vain attempt to mitigate the pain only to have my hand slapped away and told to sit down. When I held back for a moment my balls were slapped again and told 'Sit down, or else!'
I knew when Daddy sounded like that I had better do as instructed and carefully eased my body down till my legs and groin were almost covered by the stinking mess and my back rested against the end. For a second I could almost forget that Daddy hadn't finished with me as my poor body tried to relax. That was not to be. 'I didn't tell you to lay down boy. Kneel up and wash yourself. Thoroughly.'
Knowing better than to disobey I did as instructed and adjusted my body so that I knelt in the mess, my open arsehole under water periodically burping as the wind escaped and causing the audience to laugh at me. I knelt my head forward till the top of my head was under the liquid, using my hands to scoop up handfuls to soak those parts of my body still dry. I could feel from the slime that part of the contents were cum and probably spit but had no choice. If I didn't obey Daddy wouldn't let me have my own rocks off later.
The audience helped out, adding fresh streams of piss from time to time, which they enjoyed aiming directly at my face and open mouth. Finally Daddy said, 'That's enough fun for now. Get out.'
I stood up carefully, cool piss and stuff running all over my body and dripping down from my hair. Daddy must have seen me shiver as 'I'm sure this lot will soon get you warmed up boy,' and he led me over to the middle of the room where a couple of pin spots shone on an area framed by two scaffolding poles fastened floor to ceiling about four foot apart. I knew this was what he'd been looking forward to all evening. My whole body available for abuse while he watched. Standing me between the poles I spread my legs ready for him to fasten off my ankle straps at the bottom of the poles. Then he had assistance as my arms were raised and fastened off higher up leaving my body slightly stretched, spread- eagled and available.
'Where's that plug,' Daddy asked, and someone handed it to him as he came up behind me and clutching my body to his with one arm round my chest used the other to ram the solid metal plug back up my hole causing me to yelp. 'What's that you said boy?' he asked.
'It hurt Sir,' was my reply.
'Of course. That's what we've come out for. So I can watch people hurt you boy. I enjoy that and so will you if you want to please me.'
'Please no sir.' But did I mean it? Suddenly I wasn't so sure. Ok, I got off on being hurt because daddy liked it and that was all right by me, but it still hurt. And then, occasionally, very occasionally, I really got off on being hurt and abused with an audience of strangers watching and getting involved but knowing somewhere in the back of my mind that Daddy was also there. Was this going to be one of those occasions?
My body hurt everywhere it seemed. Arse inside and out, stretched mouth and sore throat, sides of my face, stretched balls and rapidly filling bladder. In the seconds it took for those thoughts to flash through my mind Daddy had attached a tube from the rubber sheath over my cock and I knew he'd taken it round my back and plugged the other end into the metal plug shoved up my arse which was now held in place with a leather strap. When I finally had to let it go I would be pissing up my own arse.
Then daddy moved back, 'Right then. He's all yours for a bit. Just make sure he don't dry out inside or out,' that with a little laugh, 'and keep boy fed with poppers.'
That did it. Well what do you expect in a leather club where the average customer was approaching middle age and then 19 year old student with a decent bronzed body from outdoor running every day suddenly became available it was chaos.
It seemed every inch of my stretched spread-eagled body covered by hands, touching, pinching, slapping, pulling and twisting. Bottles were poured into my mouth from time to time when they could get past the fingers trying to fuck my face, some containing beer and some other substances, much of which ran down my face to join the liquid streaming from my hair as my earlier bath was being continued by a couple of helpers.
I seemed to be on fire everywhere, each nipple had a different pair of teeth working on it, the hands slapping at my backside were getting bolder and though my body couldn't move much each slight swing as they attacked it caused the weights on my balls to swing back and forth increasing the pressure there even more. I could hear voice talking to me, asking me questions but I just was unable to understand them. I couldn't concentrate. Finally I felt the pressure on my bladder give way and within seconds a hot flush filled my bowels. I knew what was happening but didn't care any more. Let them see me piss myself full. They'd seen everything else. I wanted them to use me, abuse me. All of them. I didn't care any more. My body was theirs.
Someone was slapping my face and talking to me. Why? Why did they have to talk? Somehow he got through to me, it was Daddy. 'You've just wet yourself. You should be punished. OK?'
Of course it was OK. I was down here to be punished. Daddy liked to punish me, even when I'd not done anything wrong. Even better he liked to see others hurt me. After all I was his boy to do with as he wished. I must have nodded.
More face slapping. 'Do you need any more poppers or a gag?'
I just managed to dredge up a vocal reply, ' That would be a waste.'
He hugged me tightly to him, 'Good boy,' and kissed me hard, shoving his tongue fully inside my mouth and when we were running out of breath pulled back just far enough to spit on my chest before calling out 'Carry on.'
Whack! The belt landed across my arse, the belt holding the plug not giving me much protection.
Whack! That felt different somehow. Were they passing it round. I didn't care.
Whack! After a longer pause. Definitely passing the belt round. That one hurt!
Yes! That hurt! I loved it.
Whack! My body swayed back and forth slightly from the force of the blows causing the balls weights to set up a rhythm I encouraged when I could.
Whack! 'Chickens!' I cried out. 'Don't you know how to use a boy properly?'
Whack! That one across my back. They were getting better. I'd gone. My body was still there to be enjoyed but I was somewhere else. It must be what people felt like on hard drugs but this was much better. This was my high. With any luck it would last the whole weekend and the only after effects would be some bruising and living with that could be a high of its own.
Whack! Whack! Two in quick succession that time, arse and chest. 'Finally! Go on you perves. Get your rocks off! Fly me!' Well why not, I was flying anyway. I hardly knew what I was yelling but sure a hell I wasn't screaming. Daddy would be proud.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Back and forth the belt fell across my upper body, someone was really into it. I hardly noticed when it stopped, only that I was no longer holding myself upright but had sagged between the poles and only the straps at my wrists were stoping my body from crashing onto the floor. Had I passed out? Who cares!
Daddy was removing the straps and weights from my cock and balls and then the belt round my waist causing the metal plug to shoot out with a blast of wind and a stream of piss still hot from being caught inside my bowels.
'Do you want to rape this hole before I take it away?' That was Daddy, obviously offering the service of my body to someone.
'Hell Yes!'