Leo's story - part 1

Some years ago I arrived in town and found work packing containers in a factory. Boring but it paid the bills. My workmates were a great bunch of guys to work with. Some days it felt like I was working in the city pound - I've never seen such a mish-mash of people working together in the one place. Guys with advanced degrees worked alongside guys who couldn't read and write; sad and lonely guys rubbed shoulders with madly happy guys. Guys who couldn't think straight after the drink peered blearily at the guys twitching from drugs. Guys short, tall, fat, thin, and all sizes in between. Some beautiful souls who were as ugly as a broken doll on the outside, and some who kept their ugly inside. War veterans, divorce veterans, change veterans - human flotsam and jetsam - every one had a story, and despite our differences, there was a genuine camaraderie amongst us all - we were all hanging out for pay day.

I worked in a team with one of the older guys, Leo, a natural leader if ever there was one. A man very much in control of himself. After a few months he invited me to go fishing with him. I jumped at the chance. A day out on the water, and, well, I might as well say it, Father, I was attracted to him. He kept his hair short and he was a bit pudgy, and a bit jowly, and like I say, I liked him a lot. 

I didn't have any fishing gear, but Leo chuckled and assured me he had tackle to spare. 

"Ha! Sure, but have you got what it takes to catch fish?"

"Don't you worry about that, son, your job is to get us plenty of cold beers, and some good fishing food. Oh, and can you grab some drinking water, and bags of ice, and then we're into it."

I offered him a couple of twenties to help pay for the gas, but he wouldn't hear of it. Generous. The weather report was good, I got my licence, and more than anything, I was looking forward to spending the day with him - just enjoying his company.

Leo had coolers ready when I turned up at his house early in the morning. As I expected, everything was spit-spot. The boat sat looking like a gleaming white swan behind the truck. I helped load the supplies, and we were on the way. 

I couldn't help sneaking a glance or two - staring whenever I could - at Leo's crotch. The outlines of his cock and balls were highlighted in the sunrise glow. I shaded my eyes with my hand and looked closer at Leo as he drove. His skin had bumps and textures - he hadn't shaved in 24 hours, and the white bristles glinted in the light as he talked. I can't remember what we talked about, but we laughed, and I just couldn't take my eyes off him. 

Leo effortlessly backed the boat down the slipway, and the boat all but launched itself. With the truck locked up we sat in the boat, drifting for a few moments before Leo started the engine and we puttered away from the shore. Once in the clear, Leo gunned the engine and we roared down the channel and out on to the bay.

Between the engine vibration and bouncing over the waves, Leo's baggy fishing shorts slipped down a little over his hips. He'd hitch them up, squeezing his cock to the fore, but, within a couple of minutes he'd have to do it again. He never seemed to notice the automatic routine, but believe me Father, those shorts were determined to give me a little flutter every time he hoisted them up. I noticed he wasn't wearing underwear.

I swallowed dryly.

"You ok, son?", Leo shouted over the engine roar.

I bent closer to hear him.

I knew what he'd said, I just wanted an excuse to be nearer. I could smell him - deodorant, sweat, the smell of man, heady with the fresh salt air.

"You ok?"

I nodded. Smiled. I imagined what it would be like licking him in the sensitive cup where his neck and shoulders joined. Nuzzling. Biting. Tasting. Feeling him, his sweetness, between my lips. I shut my eyes and swallowed again.

"Take a swig of water if you're feeling sick - we'll be there soon."

I offered him a water bottle, and took a sip from mine. I stared out at the horizon - there was no way I could say what was on my mind. I smiled at Leo. "I'm fine." I offered him a cinnamon mint. He flicked his eyebrows up and grinned back. "Not long now."

Leo cut the engine back and checked the fish finder screen.

"I normally fool around off this reef," Leo pointed out the contours at the bottom of the screen, "something always comes up. These marks mean fish - let's go!"

Leo pulled rods and reels out from under the seats, and in minutes our hooks were baited and on their way - hopefully - into shoals of eager fish.

The fish were not eager at all. Apart from a few nibbles, they seemed to have no interest in our bait. Despite the lack of fish, Leo and I were having a great time. We broke out the beer, and ate some of the salami, olives, cheese and crackers I'd brought. Leo approved of the antipasti brunch. The weather was good, the sun was heating up, good food, good drinks, good company - so where are all the fish?

Leo was well into his third beer when he pulled his shirt off, and rubbed his head and mopped his brow with his cap. He squinted up to the sun. "The problem is, we're not fishing with enough intention."

"Intention?"

"Sure," he said, "somehow the fish know if you're fishing intentionally. That's when they let you catch them."

"Ok, so how do we fish more intentionally?"

Leo hitched up his shorts and said, "Whoever lands the first take-home fish gets a blow job."

Bang! Just like that. So matter of fact. To say I was startled was an understatement. I looked Leo in the eye. 

"You heard me, that's the deal." He held his clenched fist out to me and I touched my knuckles to his - our sacred workplace seal of agreement.

I'd hardly had a moment to think about this new situation when my reel began to chatter, and then to squeal. My heart was pounding as I fought to grab the rod and get the fish under some sort of control.

The fish fought and struggled to escape, but I managed to bring it up to where we got the first flash of silver, and then the reel squealed and the fish was away fighting again. "I bet that's a sea trout", Leo said excitedly, "bring him in close..." He had the landing net ready.

I eased the fish back towards the boat, and Leo leaned over to land the trout. "Looks like a keeper alright." Leo grunted as he reached out. The fish saw the net and with a sudden lurch and a flick was off the hook and gone. 

I staggered back a step with the strain suddenly gone from the line. "Shit! Nearly had him!"

Leo made a sympathetic clucking noise, put the net aside and hitched up his shorts. Suddenly I realised it wasn't just the fish that I lost. I re-baited the hook with some fresh crab and dropped the line in. "Now I'm very intentional."

Leo was still laughing at me when his reel started to squeal and he was suddenly very serious. Whatever was on the line was doing its best to get free. Leo was like a machine - the rod worked the line, and he quickly began to put line back on the reel. "Get the net, son, we're taking this baby home."

The fish drew up near the boat, gave a few weak flicks, and I had it in the net. Once I'd pulled it on-board it flapped around until Leo gave it a quick measure and then dispatched it with an elegant iki jimi. "Drum, 18 inches, that's a keeper." Leo popped out the hook and dropped the fish into a cooler and pushed ice over it.

Suddenly something had taken my line and I lost track of what Leo was up to. We spent the next 30 minutes or so pulling fish, helping each other land them, releasing the ones that were too small or too large, and having a great time. 

"I've had enough," Leo said, straightening up from packing ice around the last fish. "I'm hot, and dry, and I need a piss more than anything else." He stepped up on the side of the boat, and, while holding on with one hand, pulled his shorts down under his balls and let flow. I followed his lead, and shouted from the other side of the boat, "Sorry, but I have to keep the ship on an even keel." 

The boat lurched and I heard a splash - I looked around and saw Leo swimming toward the stern of the boat. He climbed the ladder over the transom and shook the water off. "Time for a beer."

We sat on the deck, stretched out our legs, and leaned back against the hull. The sun was well overhead, we'd had some great fishing, the beer was cold, and life was good. I coughed awkwardly, and said, "I think I owe you something."

Leo looked at me sideways, raising an eyebrow.

"You landed the first keeper fish."

He blushed and looked down. "I was just kidding", he said quietly, "to call the fish - you heard ..."

"No," I said, "a deal's a deal." I reached over and stuck my fingers over and under the waistband. I paused, feeling the warmth of his belly against my knuckles. Leo didn't look up. I pulled his shorts down slowly, revealing his hairy groin, and the base of his cock.

I paused again, watching his breathing deepening. I could see his cock was getting hard. I began to pull his shorts down further, deliberately stroking the fabric over his cock head. Leo swallowed and shut his eyes; but lifted slightly so I could ease the fabric under his butt cheeks. I teased my fingers across the hairs on his lower belly - tickling, taunting, teasing near his cock, and then away. He shivered a little, and pushed his cock hard out, stretching the fabric. I wanted to bite his neck, he was so beautifully vulnerable. "Do you want me to stop?" I whispered in his ear.

"No," he rasped a little, "no, please..." He breathed in deeply, his eyes firmly closed. 

"Then put your hands away." Used to controlling himself, Leo put his hands behind his back.

I put a squab on the deck, and knelt between his knees. I lightly touched his cock with my right hand, and gently circled a nipple with my left finger tips. Leo's cock twitched at my touch, and his nipple stiffened. I tweaked it, gently pulling, popping it, stoking and caressing. I leaned forward and licked his left nipple, tasting the salt water. I moved back down his legs, and putting my hand on each side of his thighs, I pulled his shorts down further to reveal the base half of his hard cock, leaving the head outlined, straining against the fabric. 

I slipped my fingers down each side of his cock and slowly caressed the soft skin. He shivered again as I blew on the hair at the root of his cock. When I stroked from his firm nipples softly down through his chest hair toward his cock and then away at the last moment Leo squirmed in slow delightful agony and squeezed his legs against me. No, no, my friend, no pressing relief...

I pulled the right leg of his damp shorts open and slowly pushed my left hand up his leg, before forming a fist that I pushed in gently but firmly under Leo's balls. At my touch his eyes popped open in surprise. He was about to say something but I put my finger to his lips and hissed, "Shhhhh..." I began to slowly massage his prostate area with my knuckles, twisting, feeling his balls stroke across the back of my hand. Leo breathed out slowly and relaxed his eyes. I began to lightly stroke circles on his cock head with the flat of my palm, stroking lighter when he strained against the fabric, wanting more, towards me.

We built a slow rhythm - Leo straining slow thrusting squirming against my knuckles, his cock begging for the touch of skin on skin. "Shall I take your shorts?" Leo opened his mouth to speak, hesitated when I stopped mid circle, and then gently nodded. I completed the circle. And slowly, another; before slowly sliding his shorts free of his cock. It twitched in the sunlight and a droplet of dew formed on the cock tip before stringing slowly downward.

I stood, and slipped Leo's shorts off and tossed them into one of the compartments. I stripped down to my boxers, my own cock desperately craving attention. There'd be time for that later. I wanted give Leo my full attention. I opened the tin of mints and left it on the deck - from now on, whenever Leo smelled cinnamon I wanted it to remind him of today. I knelt down again between his knees. Feeling my bared skin Leo murmured a little and rubbed against me. I leaned over and stroked his bristly face, and then, holding his jaw I bent and kissed him a light brushing kiss on the lips. He jumped with surprise and leaned up to to me, silently urging for more. I held his jaw, and kissed him, and tweaked his nipple, caressing and stroking his breast, and as he arched toward me for more, I kissed him hard and pinched his nipple mercilessly. 

Leo squirmed like a fish on a hook, wanting more, in control, out of control, his legs squeezing against mine, his hands and arms wanting to be free, his inner orders them holding back. I saw a tear squeeze out of his left eye and spill like a jewel on the deck as he writhed. I kissed his nipple and licked it, as his breath gasps pushed his chest against me. He sniffed, and took a deep breath, held it, and sighed it out, quivering.

Father, your hear stories where people say their bodies explode, but of course, they really don't. Leo's cock, though, was as hard as if there was a bone in it. I'd never seen a cock so hard, much less have one in my hands. Clear strings of pre-cum seeped fresh from each throbbing twitch; it would take very little for Leo to go over the edge. And when that time came, I wanted him to remember it for a very long time.

I stroked my hands over his thighs - tickling with the lightest, deftest touch - before laying down to get close to his cock. Leo's balls were tight as I began to pluck at them - slowly and gently - stretching the skin, rolling it between my fingertips and thumb. Leo again began to move to a slow rhythm as his body engaged and enslaved itself to my touch.

I encircled the base of his cock with my index finger and thumb, and nestled his balls with my palm and other fingers. The skin on his cock shaft was stretched and shiny. I squeezed his balls gently and licked them, ensuring the underside of his cock stroked over my cheek. I felt it grazing the stubble as his pre-cum continued to ooze. I began kneading my fist in under his balls, making sure to press his balls between my palm above and fist below. His cock throbbed against my finger and thumb. I squeezed my grip tighter and licked up his shaft, stopping short of his cock head. Every time I got close I could feel Leo tense up, every time I stopped he would moan quietly, twitching his cock like the tail of an angry cat.

I paused, squeezing his cock in rhythm with the knuckle kneading. I leaned over and nipped the top of his thighs, making him suck in air at the tiny bursts of pain, each quickly forgotten as I moved to a new spot, and then another. 

I slowed down the kneading, and took away my hand. I held Leo firmly by his cock and balls. I could've led him anywhere.  With my free hand I grabbed out four of the cinnamon mints. Within seconds in my mouth was full of saliva, and I began slowly circumnavigating Leo's cock head with my tongue. He groaned and attempted to thrust his cock up to meet my touch. I held him back, stretching the skin ever tighter. Slowly, delicately, I wrote letters in saliva ink on his cock head, sometimes stroking down into and across the groove of his piss hole.

Suddenly I felt Leo lose control, and his cock began to throb. I squeezed his cock very tight, and stopped licking. "No you don't," I whispered, "not yet." From deep inside him, Leo made a little sound like a puppy whimper. He clenched his teeth and slowly swung his head from side to side, regaining  control.

My mouth, full of saliva, was burning from the mints. Leo's throbbing had slowed, and to further distract him I began rolling his balls between my palms. I gently tugged the skin, and using my thumb on the top and a couple of fingers underneath held his balls apart. I moved his cock in slow circles, and firmly pushed the tips of the fingers that separated his balls into the base of his cock. Leo's cock twitched as I began circling and then writing on his cock head. 

Leo was doing his best to hold back, to be in control, fearful that I'd stop again. His feet were writhing, and he was breathing in gasps. I heard him catch his breath and I knew this time there'd be no turning back. I licked the flat of his cock head and took as much of his cock in my mouth as I could, swirling the burning cinnamon saliva over his stretched and sensitive cock head. I tightened my grip on his ball sack, and pulled down as hard as I could. Leo tried to gasp but was cut short with the shock of the burn, and the stretching of his balls. He tried pull his cock away, to escape the burn; and then abandoned himself as he poured cum into my mouth. It was all I could do to hold on to him, I've never seen anyone cum so hard, so profusely. 

After the rush was over, I held him as he released aftershock spasms, reluctant to let him go. I slackened off my grip on his balls, and released my finger and thumb from around his cock. It was softening, but still pulsing slightly. I got up and straddled Leo, kneeling with a leg outside his thighs. I leaned over to his now peaceful face, and again took his jaw in my hand and kissed him. I fed his cinnamon flavoured cum back to him while I caressed his nipple. 

I gently pushed his chin up, and Leo slowly opened his eyes. Men have a special look deep in their eyes when they've just returned from the rush...

"How was that, Dad?"

Leo stared at me for a moment, before his eyes brimmed and tears overflowed down his cheeks. He covered his face with his hands and sobbed quietly. I got up off him and pulled a bottle of water out of the cooler. I sat beside him, put my arm around his shoulder, and cuddled him into my chest. When his weeping subsided I offered some water and waited for him to speak.

He pressed his finger tips to his eyes, blinked, and sniffed. "I'm sorry," he said. He took a sip of the water and cleared his throat.

"Leo, I'm sorry too, I didn't mean to upset you."

"You didn't. It's just no-one has ever done that before."

"Oh, you've never had a blow-job before? I didn't mean to upset you."

"No, not that. Well, yes, that too, I've never had a blow-job before ... at least not like that. What suddenly struck me is that I'm an old man and no-one has ever called me 'Dad' before." His eyes started to brim again. 

I hugged him to me tightly. "I'm sorry, it's just you've been calling me 'Son' all day, and I was just - you know..."

"No, it's ok. It's great, in fact, it feels really good. It was just like a stab right to the core, it really took me by surprise. I guess I've always wanted it and never got it. Until now." He smiled.

"Well, yes, a good blow-job is hard to find." 

Leo laughed. "Are you ok with me calling you 'Son'?"

"Are you sure you're ok with me calling you 'Dad'?"

Leo looked down, shyly, "That would be very nice." 

>>> Leo's story - part 2 >>>

 

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Leo's story - part 2

Father, as you might imagine, our journey home was a little strange. What had started out as a relatively straightforward fishing trip with a couple of friends had grown into something more emotionally charged. Suddenly everything had additional meaning.

Leo seemed distracted, distant, wrapped up in his thoughts. I didn't know how to reach him, and I wasn't sure I wanted to. I mean, here he was, the same man that only a few hours - minutes - seconds ago I was engaging with in the most intimate way - and now - this silent pillar navigating the boat back to shore.

We changed out of our sweaty fishing gear and loaded the boat on the trailer almost in silence. Leo checked and rechecked the winch and secured everything in the boat without a word. We'd been driving on the highway for about 30 minutes when I asked him to pull over into a parking space near a wooded area.

"Leo, what's the problem? If I've upset you, I'm very sorry. I apologised before and I'm apologising now."

Leo looked at me, squeezed his eyes shut, and shook his head. He put his hands over his face and began to sob again.

I sat awkwardly for a moment, and then I slid over to his side and cuddled him.

His sobbing subsided and he said, "Damn, you must think I'm pathetic." He looked away from me.

"Shhhh. I don't think you're pathetic. I think you're a man with something to say. And I think you should say it. It's not healthy holding things in."

We talked for hours. Me, one arm around Leo's shoulder, the other stroking his chest, sweeping away the pain from his heart. Leo told me how he'd spent so many years desperately alone and that today was the first time another living human had touched him in years. He realised how utterly lonely he felt. Somehow the cellar doors were opened and the light flooded in. And now, now he wasn't sure about what was next, and it was all overwhelming.

The sun was dipping towards the horizon when I offered to drive the rest of the way home. Drained, Leo sat on the passenger side and within moments he was asleep. I drove on into the twilight, alone in my thoughts.

Leo woke as we slowed into town, and sipped some water. He offered me the bottle and I drank gratefully. He seemed much lighter somehow, and was back to his buoyant self by the time I pulled into his driveway. We unloaded and put the boat away, and went into the house.

"You look tired, why don't you stay for a meal? I'll cook up some of the fish."

Part of me just wanted to sink into my own bed, it'd been a long day; but, never say no to home cooked food. I smiled. "Thank you, sounds good."

"Beer while you wait?"

"I'm beginning to like this restaurant a lot!"

Leo put on some light jazz and fussed around in the kitchen. I sat with my beer in a big leather armchair and looked around at Leo's huge collection of books. I didn't know he was interested in medieval history. The next thing I knew Leo was squatting beside the chair, patting my hand. An hour had passed, and I hadn't even noticed I was going to sleep. "Come and freshen up."

I accepted a fluffy towel from Leo and washed my face and hands. I was slightly sunburned but otherwise unscathed. I grinned at my freshened up reflection. A good day, a very good day.

Leo had prepared a simple but tasty meal of fresh fish, herb salad, and home-made french fries; followed by ice cream with espresso and a couple of shots of amaretto. We talked and laughed about work and about fishing. Leo confessed about how he was surprised by how deeply affected he had been during the day. He was still trying to come to terms with the whole experience. "Dad," I said, watching for Leo's response, "do you trust me?"

"Yes, of course, son. Why?"

"I was just wondering if you wanted to play again..."

"Yes, definitely. Yes. When?" Leo looked happy. Keen, even.

"Well, if I can borrow your truck, I can get a few things, and you, you can do the dishes!" I said with a wink.

Leo grinned and handed me the keys, and dug into his wallet and pulled out his credit card. "Please," he said, "take it, I want you to."

I took the card but I didn't use it. It took me about 30 minutes or so at the supermarket before I was back at Leo's house. He was standing at the kitchen sink, finishing off the dishes. I hugged him from behind and whispered in his ear, "Dad, do you trust me?"

Leo's voice broke slightly and he replied huskily, "Yes, son, yes I do." He seemed to collapse a little in my arms. I put the first of my purchases, one of a couple of towelling headbands, on his head and pulled it down blindfolding his eyes. "What's this for ..." he started.

"Shhhh!" I insisted, pushing my finger to button his lip.

I pulled his t-shirt over his head, and for the second time that day, dropped his pants. No more asking. Leo's cock was already beginning to harden.  I took his cock, squeezed it, and pulled him off to the bathroom. I ran the shower and pushed Leo in, then stripped and joined him.

I soaped him all over paying careful attention to his cock, balls, and arse. He squirmed and grunted when I ventured a finger into his arsehole, but otherwise he said nothing. He accepted two fingers next, and stood, legs apart, hands on the wall, while I caressed his prostate. His cock was throbbing - things were moving too fast. I rinsed him off, and left him for a moment while I spread towels on the floor. I helped Leo lie down on his back, and covered him with a towel. I put a rolled-up towel under his head, and another under his ankles.

I sprinkled his feet with sea and epsom salts, and proceeded to massage, working up his legs, gently scouring Leo's skin with salt slurry. His cock was hard and oozing pre-cum, but I ignored it. I started to run the bath. Moving the towel over his legs, I began to work on Leo's belly and chest. His nipples were hard and I teased them with the flat of my hand. I worked on Leo's shoulders, neck and arms, and then had him roll over. He couldn't decide where to put his cock, finally settling with it pointing towards his feet. Again, I worked from his feet up his legs, kneading and massaging deeply into the muscles, freeing muscle memories. I scoured his butt crack thoroughly and Leo obligingly lifted it to my touch.

My cock was straining and twitching. Every now and again I would allow it to touch Leo, leaving a trail of pre-cum to massage in with the salt. The bath was full enough with very hot water. I dropped in a splash of light olive oil, and a selection of essential oils - the steam lifted the fragrance.

I finished working Leo's back by straddling his thighs, and, putting my hands each side of his spine, pushed the full length, stroking across his angel wings, down his sides to his butt cheeks, over, and again. Leo grunted and moaned with the pleasure of my touch.

I left him to rest for a few moments under the towel. I found the bedroom and unpacked the rest of the bag from the supermarket. A few of the candles were reluctant to light, but they eventually came to life. I left the condoms in the bag under the bed - they can arrive when needed. Finally I grabbed a bottle of brandy out of Dad's cabinet.

It's funny, Father, but getting some of your friend's booze just isn't the same as taking your Dad's best. Even when they're the same person...

I lit more candles in the bathroom. I helped Leo up, and we stepped carefully into the bath. The water was hot and we we both taking our time to get in. The blend of sandalwood, patchouli, and lavender fragrances seemed to really lift Leo. He sighed and breathed in the vapours deeply. I lay back in the bath and brought Leo to rest on my chest, listening to his heart beating, feeling him breathe. The salts dissolved off, and it felt as though the pain of years washed away with it...

I eased the headband off his eyes and he blinked. He smiled a little, and tilted his head. I rubbed my hand over his chest, moving the salt that had caked in the hair. "Is this ok? Are you ok?"

"Yes," he said softly, "this is wonderful."

He hardly moved. I could see the candles reflected in the water.

"What do you want to do now? Have you had enough? Do you want me to go?"

Leo looked hurt, "No, no, please stay."

"So, what do you want to do now?"

Leo looked down. Quietly, shyly, he said, "I want you to stay. I want you to make love with me." He suddenly cringed, hunched his shoulder up as if to ward me off, seeking protection from some deep fear. I blew on his shoulder until he realised, and relaxed. "I'm sorry," he said, "I'm an old man but this is new to me."

"Oh, I don't know," I said stroking his hardening cock, "it seems to me that there's been an old hand at play here before today." Leo blushed.

I reached around him, and wrapped and twisted the headband around his cock and balls, imprisoning them, holding Leo's erection to the fore. "This morning - is this how you thought the day might end? That your cock and balls would be held prisoners?" I laughed at him.

Leo swallowed. "No," he said, "I can't remember anything like that. How about you?" He smiled.

"Well, I was thinking that I needed to get my hands on a new set; and well - here they are. My prisoners." I gave them a squeeze. And another. "Slaves."

Leo chuckled. "What happens next?"

"My prisoners and I are leaving." I made a move to get up.

Leo was out of the tub with a quick splash, his cock and balls a bright rosy red. "Let me dry you, Sir."

We must've used two weeks worth of towels. I double checked Leo's arse, rubbing the towel repeatedly around his hole. Leo, bless him, spread his legs and bent over the sinks to assist. The pose was too irresistible. "Give me your hands!" I looped the other headband over his wrists, twisting the band back on itself to make a reasonably secure bond. "To the bedroom, slave!"

I thought this last indignity was too much, that Leo would protest, and the game and everything subsequent would be over.

But it wasn't. The sight of his arse waddling off to the bedroom, legs spread to avoid torturing his trussed up cock and balls, made my blood pound. "Stop!" Leo stopped. Obedient.

Good.

"Get back here!"

Leo turned, and shuffled back, expectantly.

"Lean over the sink."

I think Leo thought he was going to be fucked right there and then. I was tempted. A pleasure delayed is a pleasure enhanced. I stood back and watched. He spread his legs and waited. And waited. He stretched out his legs on to tip toes, in an effort to meet my satisfaction. His muscles began to spasm with the strain. "Please, Sir, I can't hold like this for long." I watched for few moments more.

I picked up his bound hands, levering him into the sink bench. "To the bedroom, slave!" I growled in the back of my throat, and steered Leo out of the room. With his hand held high, the view of his arse was complete. When we got to the room I stopped, and, lifting Leo's hands higher, proceeded to slap his arse a couple of swats with my bare hand. There was surprise than pain, however he was humiliated. His arse had a deeper pink which matched his cock and balls. "Will you obey my every command, slave?"

"Yes sir, yes!" His voice was choked, tear strained from the spanking.

"You were disrespectful when you left the bathroom, that is why I have had to punish you. Will you obey my every command, slave?"

"Yes sir, I'm sorry sir, I will obey your every command."

"I will consider your offer."

Leo sunk a little. I steered him head first into a corner. "Wait!"

I had a last glimpse of Leo's upturned arse, with him manfully trying to keep his arms up, and legs apart, head down into the corner. I left the room. I had a piss, and calmed down a little.

On my return, Leo attempted to lift his arms higher and open his butt crack wider. I sat on the edge of the bed. "Bring the prisoners here, slave, stand up straight." Leo seemed to notice the candles for the first time and looked around the room. I slapped his cock hard. Leo winced.

"Seems I don't have your full attention. Get over my lap, get your cock between my legs!"

Leo looked frighted but did not hesitate. He awkwardly lowered his paunchy belly over my knees. I located his hard cock between my legs, and I squeezed it tight. I could feel it throbbing. "Don't you dare cum while I'm punishing you," I hissed. I lightly stroked the tiny hairs on his butt cheeks. Leo shivered.

I slapped his arse and a fine welt rose. I didn't count, I just kept slapping until the whole of his backside was rosy red. Leo was groaning with the pain and humiliation.

"Will you obey my every command, slave?"

"Yes, sir, yes I will obey your every command."

"Then get on the bed, slave,  I am going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."

Leo did not need to be told twice. I stacked some pillows, and his pink arse was primed ready for my long awaited release. I bit the side off a condom packet and rolled it on. I teased Leo's arse with a gentle caress of cool oil and he slumped on the pillows. "Please, " he said, his voice muffled by the sheets, "please fuck me..." His voice trailed off into a growling groan as I rubbed oil into his hole. I screwed three fingers into his arse hole, and then screwed them out half way and then wound them back in. Leo couldn't stay still, the sensation of being taken was overwhelming him. When I alternated back to two and then a single finger he pushed his arse ever toward me begging for more.

I began to press on his prostate, reaching under with my free hand to tease his balls and cock. The pillows were wet from Leo's pre-cum and sweat. "Please," Leo croaked, "please let me cum, please fuck me, please fuck me..." I stroked his prostate with my finger tips, and he began to thrust into the pillows. He was on the edge of cumming, his control was ebbing quickly.

When he began to struggle to get free from his bonds I slapped his arse hard again, and growled, "NO!"

Leo roared with frustration into the sheets, and began to thrust in an abandoned way. I caught his thighs, and as he began to thrust forward, shoved my cock deep into his arse. My weight suddenly behind pushed Leo forwards, and my thrusting picked up where he left off. I pushed my hands under his throat, choking him, fucking him for all I was worth. Leo stiffened suddenly, arched back against me and I felt him fire his load, gasping for breath. As he did he tightened his arse. The tightness was all I could take, and, hugging him tightly to me, I flooded my cum into him.

I laughed when Leo kept his cock and balls wrapped with the headband while he made the bed. We shared some brandy, and lay in bed together watching the last candle burn out.

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Leo's story - part 3

Father, you may not know this, but, it's a good feeling to have someone else in bed with you. Maybe not always; but, when it's good it's real good. Being able to reach out and touch someone in the darkness...

I woke up at about 3:00. Leo was gone - I could hear water running in the bathroom. He was soon back in bed, lying on his back. I climbed on top of him and stretched out his arms with his fingers dovetailed in mine, and spread his legs with mine, our groins pressed together. We kissed. I could feel Leo's cock push against me, and my cock was hardening up too.

"How are you?" I tilted my head to one side, peering at the dark shapes. Light from the street painted the room in a faint glow of charcoal and dark orange.

Leo took a deep breath and started quietly, "I'm ok - I'm better than that, I'm really good. I don't know what to think, what to feel. I've been sucked and fucked in ways I never dreamed possible, and now I'm pinned down in my bed by a some naked guy, and it's three in the morning. I did not expect this to happen this time yesterday."

I gave him a teasing thrust with my cock. "Go on," I kidded, "I bet this kind of stuff happens to you all the time."

Even in the dark, Leo looked away.

There was a prolonged silence, like he was thinking, deciding - I couldn't tell.

He gave a little nervous cough.

"No", he whispered, "no it doesn't. It's never happened before. I'm a 62 year old virgin. Well, I was, this time yesterday."

I was going to say something flash, something mocking, stupid, but for once I shut up.

Leo increased his grip on my fingers, and pressed his legs tight up against me. I could feel his pulse racing, feel the tension building up as he struggled. His was panting and began to drip sweat. Strange animal noises crawled out from deep in his body. I was frightened that he was having a heart attack or some kind of seizure. It's not as though I was holding him - he clung to me. Leo struggled, not against me, but against some unseen thing, something inside of himself.

I bent my head down and kissed him in the middle of his chest.

Such a simple act.

After a still, silent moment, Leo was electrified. He hefted me to one side. He hammered his fists into the bed, and roared with anguished rage again before hugging his arms around his chest and collapsing, sobbing, into a curl of despair.

The hair on my neck was standing up, I was shaking. Blood pounded in my ears.

I curled up near him and waited. I was frighted to touch him. I didn't want to upset him again. I wanted to reach out. I wanted to hug him and hold him tight, but I was afraid.

Eventually Leo calmed down, and his breathing became more even as he fell sleep. I slipped off into an uneasy sleep, unsure whether to stay, unsure whether he was ok, and, what the hell was all that about?

I woke up with a start a couple of hours later. Leo was sitting on the edge of the bed, and then he launched himself into the darkness. He was back a few moments later. I waited until he climbed back into bed and settled in with a sigh.

"Are you ok?" I ventured my hand out to him.

Leo swallowed. "Yes, I'm ok. I'm sorry about before..."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Leo hesitated. I began to feel frightened again.

"I'm so sorry," he said softly, half to himself. He paused again, coughed a little.

I waited, holding his hand.

He lifted up my hand and tenderly kissed my palm. The smooth moistness of his lips were in stark contrast with the dry husks of his unshaven cheeks.

He licked his lips, began to speak in a croak, coughed and started again.

"My mother was an alcoholic whore. She'd fuck anyone to get what she wanted - usually for booze. She'd bring men home - drunk strangers she'd picked up in bars. They'd party - drinking and fucking, music and falling over the furniture. The moment she'd get home she'd want me out of sight - down in the basement. If I was too slow she'd curse and slap me, push me down the stairs. If I started to cry she'd laugh at me and mock me - 'oh poor liddle baby's gonna cry'. She never touched me in any loving way. All I can remember was how she laughed when she beat me, and her putrid breath.

I made a hiding place in the basement using cardboard boxes and newspapers. It was warm and dry, and it became my safe house. The spiders and mice became my friends. In the mornings after her drinking I would creep upstairs and to see if there was any food. If there was, it'd be shit - fast food ketchup on white bread. I'd pinch off the mould. Cold pizza if I was lucky. Some slimy chinese food. I remember one year she brought home a guy who had brought a packet of Christmas mince pies. They were broken, crushed; but I've never eaten anything so good in my life.

My father did nothing. It was all he could do to protect himself from her violence and abuse. She fucked strangers just for the pain it caused him. She did it because she hated him, blaming him for everything, even that 'snivelling little rat' in the basement. When he brought home money she was happy. But it wouldn't last. She'd see to that. She'd drink the food money, and go out for more. And then there'd be violence, broken glass, blood and piss.

He'd retreat down the stairs and pace around like some trapped jungle cat - growling to himself, tortured with anxiety. Eventually he'd go to sleep on a pile of old carpet in the corner. He'd go early, before she woke up. He'd come home at the end of the day, exhausted; and the cycle would replay night after night."

Leo stopped. A car drove past, the room lit up briefly. Leo's face looked haggard. He swallowed and shivered.

"One afternoon my father came home earlier than usual. He'd lost his job. She was insane with rage - no more easy booze money. "I'll fix you!" She slammed the door.

He made us some tinned soup and bread, and we ate in silence. He knew I wanted to run away. "We can't go," he said, "She needs us."

It was late when she came home, drunk, with two men. She set them on him, and the bitch shrieked with laughter as they pounded him. I'll never forget how it sounded - sullen thumps like the flesh was dead already, him begging, cracking. Then not. I guess they made him watch while they fucked her, and then they started on him again. She urged them on, mocking him. Suddenly the basement door was opened and they threw him down the stairs. She laughed! She laughed and she locked the door.

I was frightened. Crying and shaking. Through the gaps between the boxes I could see his broken body. Most of his clothes had been torn off him. He was groaning and spitting out blood. Above me it went crazy. A fight broke out between them, or maybe they decided to beat her while they fucked her as well. The screaming and thumping was terrifying. I shut my eyes, blocked my ears, and sung 'You are my sunshine, my only sunshine' over and over to drown out the noise.

It was the floor creaking that woke me. I figured the bitch was walking around - sucking the first cigarette and whatever booze was left. The sun was low, and the basement was flooded with light beaming through the window. Then I looked - the creaking was my father hanging. Gone. Lost. The misery was too much. He never touched me, held me, reached out to me - he never talked to me. He knew I was there. I was just a kid, just a kid! What could I do?"

Leo wrung his hands. He panted and moaned in anguish, drawing deep from within himself. I reached out and gingerly touched his chest with the flat of my hand. He jumped like he was scalded, and clung on to me like he'd never let go and sobbed like a lost child. I wept for him too, my tears dripping freely on to his shoulder.

Gradually Leo's shaking subsided and he told me the rest of his story. How he'd climbed out the window to get help. The door was open and his mother had vanished. He never saw her again. Leo went to a neighbour for help and she raised the alarm. The story became a fog of uniforms, foster homes, faceless people, shuffled paper, and a deep longing for something he couldn't describe. He had nothing. Not even a baby photo. It was as though he didn't exist until he stepped out of the darkness as a ready-made young man.

I cuddled him. Leo sighed, and with that breath it seemed to me that weight of more than 50 years eased. I kissed him, and stroked his hair. He fell asleep in my arms.

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Leo's story - part 4

I didn't know what to with all this, Father, there was too much information too soon. But, at the same time, not enough, and not soon enough. It felt like a very old boil had been lanced - all the stinking blood, pus, and poison had been drained. I felt bad for some of my abusive behaviour towards Leo...

When I woke I was alone in the bed. I stretched out lazily. I felt guilty, but I was glad Leo wasn't there. I didn't know what to say to him after the trauma he recounted last night. 

I go up, had a piss, washed my face, stole Leo's toothbrush for a quick scrub, and then wrapped a towel around me, and went in search of Leo. He was in a tee-shirt and undies, busy preparing breakfast. He looked up and grinned at me and the towel. "Scrambled eggs, avocado, bacon, tomatoes on toast? Coffee? Orange juice?"

"Yes, please, sounds great, thank you. Listen, Leo, about last night -"

He held up his hand to stop me. "Please, not now, breakfast first. Go find us some music for breakfast - it's nearly ready."

The food was delicious and we polished it off in short order. It was pleasant sitting in the sunlight. Leo was distracted, and would lapse into silence mid sentence. I helped tidy up the plates into the dish washer, and then left Leo to get dressed into my clothes from yesterday. 

I was tidying up the bedroom when Leo came in. He had the air of a man on a mission, but he wasn't sure where to start. 

I opened my mouth to speak, and Leo shushed me. "Me first," he said.

"I'm sorry I dumped all my childhood shit on you last night. I've never spoken to anyone about it."

"It's ok. I said yesterday that I thought you were a man with something to say, and you did. There's nothing wrong with that."

"I was afraid you wouldn't want ..."

"Wouldn't want?" I waited.

"Wouldn't want to have anything more to do with me."

I hugged him hard, rubbing my fists up and down his back. "That's just crazy talk. I was worried about you and I got a bit carried away last night and then when you talked about the abuse in your life, I felt bad. Like I was abusing you too. I didn't mean to hurt you in any way. I'm very sorry if I upset you, I didn't mean to. It was all about the passion of the moment, and I thought you might like it. I think I should just grab my things and go." I felt completely stupid and guilty.

Leo grabbed me tightly. "No, don't go. And don't feel bad, it's ok. I'm ok. I admit some of the things we did last night pushed me out right on the edge of my comfort zone. But that's what opened the doors for me to be able to tell you about me. There's more there, but for now it's in the past and it's ok."

"There's something else. It's what WE did last night. I was an active participant. I gave my consent. And I want to talk to you about that too. I was stunned when you enslaved me last night. I know you were playing with the moment, but it - I can't explain it - I felt suddenly so at home. It was easy. I was very happy to be your slave. I wanted it, more than anything else. I don't know where this comes from, but I can't stop thinking about it. And, if you can bring yourself to, I want to explore further, as your slave."

I thought my heart was going to burst through my chest. I could hear my pulse pounding in my ears.

"Stop it, this is crazy!"

Leo looked stung.  

I can't say that I wasn't aroused, I was ready to fuck him there and then. "Leo, listen to me, it's not that I'm not flattered by this, but aren't you going too far, too fast? Is this what you want? Have you thought about this?"

"I have thought about this a lot. You snore, by the way. How do I know? Because I spent most of the night thinking about this. I'm not a kid any more, I've spent a long time being in control to manage myself. I felt free, liberated to be out of control, in your control. I trust you. I lost my childhood, I want to learn to be controlled. Maybe not forever, but definitely for the moment. I am giving myself to you, as your slave."

He stripped and knelt before me. 

The room felt silent. I didn't know where to look or what to do. I could hear my breathing over the ringing in my ears.

He didn't move. I could only guess what had moved in his mind to get to this point, and I wasn't sure what might happen next if I just walked out. Fooling around and having a fuck is one thing, having another human offer themselves to you at a level of commitment beyond marriage is something else. 

I laughed. "Was this the plan all along?"

"No sir, it was not. I haven't had time to think of a way to prove my commitment, beyond offering myself, 100%; here and now." He sounded a little hurt. 

Silence spread through the room fog.

"Ok, Dad, tell you what I'm prepared to do. I'm not 100% sure that you want to become my slave. We're going to play today, and you'll get a chance to show your stuff. If you fail, the deal is off. When we're done, I'm going home. I - we - have got work tomorrow. I need to get some chores done. I need to get some sleep. Is this clear?"

"Yes, sir! Very clear. Thank you sir."

"What are the rules, Dad?"

"I am yours. I obey you. I do not resist. I do not speak unless I am spoken to. Sir."

Silence fell.

"You will not touch your cock without my permission, and you will absolutely, under no circumstances, cum without my express permission. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir." 

I was interested to see Leo's cock twitch and harden at this instruction. Delayed gratification and self control were things he was good at. 

"Now, Dad. When I want you to be my slave I will call you 'Dad'. Any time, any place - 'Dad' is the enslave word, and you will obey. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir."

"Ok, Dad, are you ready to play?"

"Yes, sir, I am."

"We're going to start by getting you cleaned up. Get in the bathroom and start running a bath. I want candles as well."

He bowed slightly and, without a word, was gone.

I went into the kitchen and grabbed the turkey baster. Leo was hanging folded sheets over the bathroom curtains to darken up the room. He lit candles and the mood was transformed. I tipped the balance of the epsom and sea salts into the bath, and sprinkled in drops of the essential oils. Sandalwood, patchouli, and lavender fragrance filled the air.

"On your knees. Forehead on the floor. Spread your cheeks. This is called 'inspection'. In future, if I call for inspection, this is how you will present yourself. Do you understand?"

I could see him shivering. It wasn't cold. He was excited, ready to be used. I teased my finger tips across his arse hole. He squirmed at my touch and suppressed a moan.

I slapped his arse hard.

"Yes sir, I understand!"

"I'm going to fill you. I want you to hold the water in."  Without further ado, I slurped up water into the baster, and eased it into Leo's arse hole. I gently twisted it around and then slowly squeezed the bulb forcing the fluid out. Leo just took it. No resistance, just acceptance.

I added a second tube full. Leo squirmed uncomfortably, but said nothing.

After the third tube Leo was feeling the impact of the flooding. I could see him twitch and stiffen as his bowels were beginning to spasm and protest. I reached up to test his cock to find it straining.

"Ok, Dad, empty."

His bare skin had hardly touched the porcelain and his bowels opened. He looked to me for instructions.

"Wait a couple of moments, make sure there's nothing more. Then clean up and we'll do it again."

I was able to get five tubes into him, and then got him to lie for a few moments on his side, and finally on his back. I stripped down to my underwear in an effort to distract him. His cock was begging for attention, so I teased it with my bare foot. I then pressed on his swollen belly with my foot - slowly and deliberately in a clockwise pattern - baby steps.

He groaned and I could hear his gut protesting. I gestured towards the porcelain and he was there waiting in seconds.

"Hold it!"

I waited a few moments more and then allowed him to empty again. I thought this kind of domination was lightweight, but I could see the effect it was having on Leo. His cock was straining, and the look of absolute relief on his face when I gave the word was a sight to see.

I filled the tube again, tapping it on the edge of the bath to attract his attention. Leo adopted the position without further instruction. My cock was hard just seeing his willingness to grant me power over him.

I filled him again, and had him lay on his back. I knelt over him and allowed a strand of pre-cum the string down towards his lips. Leo licked his dry lips appreciatively. His gut gurgled menacingly, and he grimaced as the spasm passed.

"Porcelain", I ordered, "and hold it!"

Leo sat and shuddered with the strain of holding back against the cramping. I pointed my cock at his mouth, and luxuriated as he gently manoeuvred his tongue over my cock head. Leo whimpered when I pinched and tugged his nipples, but he kept working on my cock. His warm breath on my groin, the warm wetness of his mouth, and his tender attentions were deeply pleasurable.

I stroked his head, feeling his hair flick softly between my fingers, how the texture changed where his hair was thinner, and the feeling of warmth. Leo's nipples were erect and hard - I enjoyed tweaking them knowing how the sharp pains would make him flinch. He kept working on my cock, and I tried to stay relaxed and withhold my orgasm.

Leo felt my cock twitch and reached around me, pulling me closer, deeper. He snaked a fingertip into my arsehole and massaged in tiny circles. The sensation was electric. I wanted to cum there and then, but I wanted to push Leo's limit as far as I could. I could see his cock was seeping pre-cum, and he was agonising holding in the pressure of his overloaded bowels.

I reached down and picked up some of his pre-cum. I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back so he looked at me, and touched the pre-cum to my parched lips. His eyes widened, but he kept working on my cock, and teasing my arsehole. I tortured both of his nipples until he groaned. The nearer I got to cumming the harder I squeezed his flesh. When he writhed in my touch I knew he couldn't hold for much more - and neither could I. I pulled his hair back again. His eyes were watering from the strain.

"Dad, do you want me to let you release?"

He shut his eyes against the cramping, and nodded.

"Look at me. In your past there was a lot of shit. You were a little boy then. It filled you up. When I give you the word, I want you to let if go. Let it all go. Do you understand me?"

He sniffed, and shut his eyes tight. A tear squeezed out the corner of his eye and trickled down his cheek, sparkling like a little gem.

I tortured his nipples to bring his attention back. He snorted, choked a little, and resumed caressing my cock with his tongue.

"Slave, are you ready to let go of your past?"

He nodded, even with his eyes shut the tears were running down his cheeks. He was writhing without control, but somehow managing to hold in the salty water.

"Look at me!"

His eyes opened and I saw the last vestiges of his resistance and self-control flicker out.

My cock throbbed.

I pulled his head back and locked in on his eyes. As I started to cum, I squeezed his nipples tightly and shouted, "Release!"

Then, looking into his soul, I whispered, "I love you."

Leo gasped and bucked against my pinching fingertips, my cock flooded his mouth with cum, and his body opened to release what seemed like a lifetime of shit. He choked and hung on to me for dear life as spasm after spasm racked his body.

It was a long time after he relaxed that I released his nipples - squeezed white, they turned hot red as the blood burst back in. He leaned back, twitching occasionally as his nerves danced from point to point.

"Clean up and get in the bath."

I turned on the hot water, and got in.

Leo moved slowly, shakily. He got in and sat between my legs with his back to me.

I grasped his shoulders and eased him back against me. I crooked an elbow around his throat tightly, and slowly stroked his cock with my free hand. I listened to his rasping breath gasp as I pinched his cock head. He wriggled and tried to escape. I tightened my grip around his throat, and continued my slow pinching. He moaned.

"Good, Dad, you were good."

He sighed, and relaxed against me.

He whispered, "Thank you, sir."

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