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I was holding Daddy's hand. We had driven for a long time to a small place with few, big buildings. It was late: the sun had just set. The car was parked nearby; we had to be careful not to step on the mud when we walked out. There were a few other cars parked there. It was near a big building, like a large hangar. The weather was very warm. All I was wearing were some shorts, a polo shirt and shoes. Daddy had removed my socks and underwear earlier on in the car. We got near some big, big doors. Dad made a call call on his phone. He said we were there. There was a buzz. We walked in. I was still holding on to Daddy's hand. There was a smaller room with other doors. Daddy and I went to a regu- lar-sized door. A voice asked dad for his name. He said "Ike". That is not his name. The door unlocked and there was this big rooms with other daddies and their boys.
There were these three men; they were tall and muscular. They looked strong, like if you were attacked by something, they would be able ta save you. Around them there were four chairs in a half-circle. On three of them, there was a man sitting down. They were all at least as old as my dad. Sitting next to them on the floor there was a boy. When we walked in, we could see the man on the chair the furthest away facing right, the other two, we saw more of their backs. In front of them, in the circle they were forming, we could clearly see the faces of the three standing men. They were lit by something very bright on the ceiling, and only the centre of the room was lit. The rest was completely in the dark. The fourth chair, the closest to us, was empty. The boy sitting next to the one at the other end looked very scared. He was holding on tight to his dad's leg. His dad was petting his head, rubbing his fingers through the boy's hair. The boy seemed to like that. It made him smile a bit. Dad sat on the empty chair. I did what he'd told me to do and sat next to him on the floor. I realised that I too was scared and I too grabbed Daddy's leg in my arms. He'd told me I would be allowed to do that. I could feel his muscles contract when he moved. It was warm. I was scared, but being with these men also made me feel very safe at the same time.
As soon as we'd sat down, one of the three standing men stepped forward. He had dark hair and a moustache and he was wearing a grey and white striped shirt and leather trousers. He looked nice. I felt like I could trust him. Actually, there was a sort of mood there that felt good. The man said, "Now that Ike's here we can begin. First of all, let's make sure we all know who's who. I'm Abe. I'm the trainer for tonight." With an open hand, he pointed to the two men behind him. "These are my assistants. Ac- tually, this is Carl's first time as a trainer and he's very ex- cited." He turned back to us and walked to the man at the far end of the half-circle. The man was wearing a shirt and jeans. He had thick wavy blond hair. "So, who are you?" "I'm Frank," the man said. He sounded a bit self-conscious. Abe then asked Frank's son, "And who are you?" Frank's son grabbed even tighter onto his dad's leg and said in a tiny squeak, "I'm my daddy's pussyboy." Abe smiled and said, "I really should ask you to say it louder than that, but for now, I'll just ask: do you have a name?" Again, Frank's son said, "I'm my daddy's pussyboy."
Then Abe said, "Good boy" and he patted Frank's son on the head, and cupped his head in his hand. As he did that, he rubbed his thumb near the boy's lips. Frank's son moved his lips out just a bit, as if he wanted to suck on Abe's thumb. Abe took his hand away and petted Frank's son on the head again. Frank was watching and rubbing his crotch through his jeans with his hands. Abe asked Frank's son, "do you cry sometimes?" The boy said, "Yes." Abe smiled gently. "You have to know that here, it's okay to cry. Here, you don't have to be the man. We're the men. You can just go ahead and be a boy when you're here, okay?" And he looked back at us and added to all the boys, "And that's true for all you boys."
Abe moved on to the rest of us. To Gary, a black man, a bit fat, but with very big lips, to Hank who was very tall and very skin- ny, and to Daddy. Hank was dressed all in leather. His boy only wore a jockstrap. When he asked us boys who we were, we all an- swered in turn, "I am my Daddy's pussyboy." Actually I said, "I'm my Daddy's cuntboy". Daddy had said I could use either.
Abe said, "Okay, now that we are all clear on who we are, we can begin. Let's start with something simple." He made a sign at the two other men and turned to Daddy. "Ike, can you come here and take off your pant, please?" Daddy did that. He wasn't wearing any underwear. His cock was hard and huge. While he took off his pants, the two men brought a table that had been left somewhere where the room was dark. Daddy only kept his shirt on, and, guid- ed by Abe, he lay down on his back on the table. I had followed him instinctively. Abe said, "You follow your dad, I see. Good boy."
He went on, "Ike, lift your legs and hold on to the back of your knees." Daddy did that. His asshole was exposed. I had never seen it before. Abe looked at me right in the eye. He had very pale blue eyes and very dark hair. He put his hands on my arms near my shoulders. His hands were big and warm. He said, as gentle as ever, "Now, boy, you're going to do just as I say." "Yes." Abe made a face. "You're supposed to call me Sir. Actually, you're supposed to call me Master, but Sir will do for now. I'm not go- ing to get mad at you this time, but you HAVE to call me at least Sir and answer me 'Yes, Sir' or 'No, Sir' when I ask you some- thing, got it?" "Yes." I caught myself. "Yes, Sir." Abe nodded.
"Now, tell me who you are again."
"I am my daddy's pussyboy."
"Yes, you are. You are your daddy's pussyboy. Also, you should say, 'I am my daddy's pussyboy, SIR.'"
I hung my head and blushed.
"Do you understand what it means?"
"I think so..." He looked at me. I added, "Sir." "Okay. Get on here."
Abe helped on the table. There were heaters there. The air was very hot. Daddy was sweating. He'd been smelling different that usual all day. Usually he smelled like cologne or nothing. Today, all day, he'd smelled something different. Not bad, but it made me feel weird.
Abe looked at me. His face was right in front of mine. He looked very serious, like he had something very important to say. He was holding me tight with his big hands. He spoke slowly and calmly, to make sure I understood: "I want you to get between you dad's legs and lick his ass." I nodded. "You understand, me boy." "Yes." "Yes who?" "Yes, Sir." That time, when I said "Yes, Sir", I felt something. I was on the table. I looked at Daddy in the eye. He said, "Do it, boy, lick your daddy's ass." There was a lot of light on me and I couldn't see the other dads and boys very well. I got nearer to Daddy's ass. I smelled a bit like poop but also like something else. I got my mouth nearer to it. Daddy said, "Do it boy, lick my ass. Lick your Daddy's ass."
Just then, Abe pulled me away. He took his very serious look again. "Do you know WHY you must lick your Daddy's ass, boy? And don't forget to say Sir." "No, Sir." "You must do it because I want you to and because your dad wants you to. Everyone listen, this is the most important thins about a pussyboy: nothing you do is done because you want to do it, when you do what you're told, you must always know it is because your dad wants it or because I want it. We think for you." I said, "Yes, Sir." Abe smiled be- cause I had remembered to say Sir. Then he said, "I'm going to help you, boy, but just this time." I said, "Thank you, Sir" and I really meant it. I didn't know how he was going to help me, but I trusted him.
Abe gently placed his right hands behind my head and slowly pushed mf face it towards Daddy's exposed ass. In two seconds, I had the inner faces of daddy's asscheeks against my mouth. Daddy gasped. "Oh, YES, boy. Eat your daddy's ass!" I pulled back just a little. It was a bit sticky. The smell was very strong. It filled me. It changed the way I was thinking. Abe's head was right next to mine. He murmured, "Lick it, boy. This will make you into a real pussyboy. You will love it." I started licking a bit. Daddy was whining. "Yes, boy, lick my ass. Eat your daddy's ass, boy." And Abe was pushing my head against Daddy's ass and whispering, "Do it, boy. Become the pussyboy you are meant to be. Feel me pushing you against your dad's ass. He's your dad. He made you, he raised you, and now you're licking his shithole, the hole he uses every day to shit. And I'm making you do it." It was all true. I felt like I was about to faint. I felt like my life had meaning. Dad was moaning more and more loudly. Abe went on, his voice was low and soft. "The truth is that you're a little slut. We're going to treat you like a whore, we're going to make you lick the ass of every man here, and then some." At that point, I wanted this never to end. I could picture myself lick Daddy's ass for the rest of my life while listening to Abe. "I'm going to make you do the lowest things possible to many, many men, and you're going to do it all. Things you don't even know exist, things you don't know are possible, because I control you completely and you no longer have the ability to want anything without going through my mind. You have no will of your own. You have no freedom. You are ours."
I was licking and listening. My cock was so hard it hurt. Every- thing around me was spinning. All I knew for sure was that the only truth in the world was that man Abe who was so beautiful and kind, and Daddy's ass was where my face belonged and that this must never end.
And then Abe said, "He's done. Let's move on to the next one." I felt a shiver a fear go through my whole body. I felt sick at the idea of what was going to happen. What I feared was exactly was happened: the two men came and seized me. They carried me away from Daddy's ass. I screamed, I tried to fight them off, but they were much, much stronger than me. They held me on the floor, sit- ting down while Daddy got up. I started sobbing. Abe came back to me. He said, "You must understand that we have complete power over you. You can't lick your daddy's ass only because you want to." There were tears running down my cheeks. The two men were putting ankle and wrist restraints on me. They attached my hands behind my back and put a collar around my neck that was attached to a hook in the floor. It's only then that I even noticed that I hadn't tried to resist the collar and restraints. Abe was right about everything, as I thought. He wiped my tears with his big, strong, warm hand. "Remember: it's okay to cry. You cry because you're a boy. But it's good because it's also what makes you a pussyboy and a slut whore. You understand?" I nodded. And I said, "That's why I need men like you and why you're going to let me do all these things you were talking about. Right, Sir?" Abe smiled and said, "Good boy." Then he hugged me long and hard. His body was huge next to mine. And then he put his mouth against mine and we kissed. His tongue reached into my mouth and he rubbed it against my teeth. He was the first man I had ever kissed like that, apart from Daddy. We were both sitting on the floor. I couldn't hug him back, of course, since my hands were attached together, but the feeling of his power over me compared to my powerlessness over him made me like it even more. I could still feel the smell of Daddy's ass inside me when I breathed, and that was good. Abe got up and walked up to Daddy. They kissed the way Abe had kissed me. The boy who had been sitting by the chair next to ours, the one who only wore a jockstrap, was on the table on all fours with his legs spread apart. I could see his asshole and I knew I would want to lick it if Abe or Daddy told me to. Right now, they didn't tell me what to think so I wasn't thinking any- thing. The boy on the table was shaking a bit. He was scared. I missed the time when I was scared too, just a bit earlier in the evening. I understood now that it was more of that power these men had over me and that I had loved from the start. I wished I'd be scared again like that and feel the power again. Now there was no fear, I simply had a huge, unfulfilled craving to obey Daddy and that Abe man again.
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