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 Five

'What can I do to him?'

'Almost anything you want I guess,' came a reply from the other body in Daddies van beside me. 'Will your boy need and assistance?' that obviously directed as daddy.

'Not tonight,' came the boastful reply from the cab.

It was true. I didn't need anything to help Daddy enjoy himself. Tonight I was still flying on abuse and the endorphins that had released. It made me proud to be daddies boy and able to claim that.

Hands lightly felt at my wounded back and arse causing me to groan at which point they were rapidly withdrawn. 'That's all right. Boys allowed to make noises when someone uses him. That's what he's there for.' Daddy just wouldn't stop talking.

'Can he turn over?'

'Of course. But hold on a moment.' I felt the van pull over and stop. 'Look in that box behind your seat. There's a pair of swim goggles and a rubber mask. Give them to Boy and make him put them on first. Why should he see what's going to happen?'

They were pushed into my hand and carefully I covered my eyes with the goggles and then the mask. My eyes werer now waterproof against anything applied to my face and I would be quite unable to see who would be applying or what the application might be. I should have been worried but all that happened was the feeling of my blood heating up and rushing faster all round my body, especially to my cock that was painfully erect.

'Don't let him shoot.' There was Daddy again.

I lay back, spread-eagling my arms to grasp hold of the rings and then spread my feet the same way, just as I knew I should.

'Can I?' I heard. There must have been a nod and next I felt a hand slapping very lightly at my cock. It was quite bruised and so I let out a little groan but there was no way he was going to make me cry playing with it like that. Someone else had the same idea as I felt the van sway as someone moved down between my legs and sat or knelt grasping my ankles in his hands.

'Go on then. Do it like you mean it. He wont move.'

'Wont it hurt him? Wont he mind?'

'Of course it will hurt him,' came the reply, 'That's what he's for.'

That was enough. No more tender love taps. He started slapping it back and forth, up and down, causing more than a groan or so to escape.

'Look at his face. Its best when you can see the pain in their eyes but the mouth is a pretty good guide as well.' I was gritting my teeth in an attempt not to give him too much vocal satisfaction but not making too good a job of it.

Then a hand clutched at my balls pulling them slightly downwards leaving my cock stuck at forty-five degrees. 'Now give his cock another work out. You should see his Master use a belt on it. That really makes him squeal.'

He'd seen me used before then. I had no chance to try and place his voice as the hand returned to its ministrations, only this time, with my cock being too stretched to fly around his slaps were really hurting, drawing yelps from me at each slap. I heard a giggle and the hand increased its speed, back and forth, back and forth.

'Could I make him scream?' he asked.

'You can try and make him yell if you like when we get into the woods,' came from daddy in the front. 'Better give him a bit of a rest now so he's fresh when we get there.'

Fresh? There was no way I'd be fresh in a hurry, I knew I'd need at least a week to recuperate. Even so, a slight intermission as it were would not come amiss.

'How much longer to the woods?' he asked.

'About another five minutes.'

'Damn. I need to piss again badly.'

'Use his mouth then. Its what he's got it for.'

'Do you mean he swallows?'

'Of course,' said daddy, 'Don't you?'

Not much if I can help it,' he replied. Christ. No wonder he didn't get much use in the toilet. Come to think of it, when I pissed in his mouth earlier he hadn't really swallowed, just crouched there with his mouth open for it to flow in and out. He had a lot to learn. Must be why Daddy had invited him, he'd probably get off on instructing some young newbie's enjoyment me.

He clambered up to sit astride my body. 'Scoot right up, pull his head onto your cock and then jam it between your thighs. I felt his bare legs either side of my chest and then a naked groin at my face with what I guessed was a five inch uncut cock place carefully in my mouth where I gripped it with my lips. He must have slipped his shorts off.

'Now reach behind and grab hold of his nipples, you can play with them while you piss.'

'Wont he bite?'

'My Boy never bites,' came from Daddy, 'Just don't try and tear his nipples off.'

Oh hell. Here we go again. I felt his naked thighs grip tighter and flex as he pinched at my nipples causing my body to flex and he started to empty his bladder. He may not have been swallowing earlier but must have been drinking something as the fact he'd emptied himself over my head some ten minutes ago seemed to have made no difference to the diluted flow that gushed from his cock and down my throat now.

It was a good thing my throat had been opened up earlier otherwise I'd probably have had a problem controlling with the flow, as it was there was a slight leakage from the side of my mouth onto the rubber sheet daddy kept on the van floor. As the flow slowed I felt his cock start to harden and letting go of my nipples he relaxed his thighs and grabbed hold of my head jerking it up and down to use as a wanking machine.

'Don't waste it,' I heard, I'm parking up now and you can have his arse later if you like.'

'Yes please,' he gasped out, 'Its OK, I usually want to come twice in a short period.'

Oh bugger!

As I felt the van draw to a stop he continued to fuck my face and never even slowed down when the back doors were opened turning the interior light on. If his hands had not been holding my head from behind I'd probably have been knocked unconscious the way he was jerking it up and down, his own fingers must have been bruised but that didn't in any way seem to deter him. Slam! Swallow! Choke! Again and again! This was no sub, this was a master in the making and, it would seem, one who's enjoy inflicting pain just for the fun of it.

'God I hope I get to fuck you later boy. Make you really yell. I'd get off on that.'

He was getting off just talking about it I could tell from the way he was forcing my head into his groin and his now jerking cock but there was no way he'd make me yell with a cock that size up my arse, very nice cock though it was.

It was almost as if he'd heard my thoughts, 'I'll get someone to thrash you while I fuck you and I'll be able to watch you scream at the same time. Oh Yes!'

With that he shot a load of cum deep down my throat to join the previous deposits I received that night. One stupid part of me thought I'd have to go on a diet after all the protein I'd been fed of late, while another part became apprehensive about his promise. There was no time to reflect on that as the moment he finished shooting it was just a quick withdrawal, wiped his cock down with his hand and that over my face, then jumped back out from the van to a round of applause. Looking up I caught a glimpse of him pulling his shorts back on and a group of about ten others crowded round the door where they had obviously been enjoying his performance, and the view of my laid out naked body thrashing around beneath him.

Daddy told me to get out and as I stood outside in full view said 'Kneel,' and fastened a lead to my chain choker as I did so. I had heard correctly before, the earlier rain had cleared leaving a clear sultry night but also a layer of mud here in the parking area.

'Here you are,' I heard from him and looked up wondering what he meant only to see him pass the lead to the lad who's just been fucking my face. This wasn't right. He was no older than myself and had no idea how a boy like me should be treated. Then Daddy also passed him his shoulder bag, 'You may find a use for some of this,' and as the lad looked in he smiled in a strange way. 'Thanks. Are there any limits?' Maybe he did have an idea even if previously only in his fantasies.

'Just nothing broken, no blood or blisters and Boy must be able to take me on when we get home. Anything you're not sure about check with me, I'll be around somewhere.'

Shit! Shit! Shit!