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My New Daddy
Part two
By Chaim (bchaim)

(M/t (=b), Incest, auth, mast, oral, anal, underw, spank, Daddy-son)

Amsterdam/Utrecht (the Netherlands), December 2006

The following story is fiction. It involves sexually explicit erotic events
between a teen-boy and a male. If you are offended by such material or are 
too young, live where it is not allowed, don't read the story. In the world 
of this story, the characters don't always use condoms. Make sure you 
protect yourself
from disease in the real world by always using a condom.

bchaim@hotmail.com

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Boy, me, 15, cute but heavy to handle;
Skinny, blond with blue eyes, smooth.
Daddy, my uncle, 32, his Dad for a year
Strong, muscles, powerful.
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bchaim@hotmail.com
I hope to hear from you!
This story is for John,

Thanks to Henry, Papa Tom, Chris, John, O L, Aaron, Master Joél, Anthony, 
David, Gesus, Jan, thanks for your mail!


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My first days
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The first days were hell to me!
Daddy waked me up at 6.30 a.m. and ordered me around. I had only five 
minutes for a quick cold shower, to brushed my teeth, to get into my white 
briefs. He inspected my little body, but he never ordered me to get naked. I 
stood there naked in front of him, always a little afraid.
I learned my lesson, didn't protest. I didn't want to be punished again. My 
body felt sore, his powerful slaps where still hot on my young skin.
Daddy stood there nude, powerful and great. He just felt my little body and 
inspected me very carefully; his hands went from my feet to my smooth 
armpits; I stood there with my smooth legs wide (as ordered) and with my 
hands behind my head; totally exposed to him.
Daddy felt the out-line of my boy cock inside my tight white briefs and 
said,
"Son, I want to feel a boner in a couple of seconds. Not getting a boner, 
son, makes me angry, disappointed. Look at me, I know you can do it."

Thank G-d, he spotted an healthy boy boner inside my white briefs. He 
stroked it lightly and I leaked like hell. I was leaking like a faucet! I 
pushed my body against his stroking hand and whispered,
"Thanks Daddy"

"Good boy, you are my son, you are getting on well. Ooze your pre-cum inside 
your white briefs, my son. But you need my permission to shoot your load. 
Learn to follow my rules, behave yourself."
I couldn't help, the cotton of my white were very soon wet with my pre-cum. 
I was so horny! I stood there helpless. Horny for Daddy or not; it was 
strange feeling.

"Daddy, do whatever you want. I'm your boy. Will follow your rules. Yes, 
sir, I feel confused standing here, naked in front of you. Yes Sir, shit 
Sir, I cry. Sorry. I want to be your SON, really. I want that. Sir, Daddy, 
it will never happen again."

Daddy wanted me 'at position' my hands behind my neck and my feet wide.
His touch on the outline of my boy cock on my briefs felt great. Daddy 
pinched my little nipples, making them very hard. His hands made painfully 
moves on my smooth boy chest, making me hard for him. I whispered,
"Please Daddy! Please!

Daddy milked my little boy cock inside my white briefs, till I groaned in 
need.
"I will cum, Daddy, can't hold back, sir,"

"Yes you can boy. Son, you are doing fine, don't spoil it. You can do 
better. You can't cum now, you need my permission, little cum faggot boy."
It was from the beginning very humiliating but I got in a way used to it.

In silence, I loved it, I needed it and wanted it!
I never got permission to shoot my boy cream into my briefs, into his 
stroking hand. I always had to wait till his kiss and 'lights out' call.

Daddy was sometimes kind and understanding, praised my attitude,
"Good morning, son. Your boy-body is very healthy, you have a beautiful boy  
cock, you're doing good."

After a while it became 'normal' to me, I really became his obedient son.
Daddy brought me some books and I started to learn Dutch. I was allowed into 
the living room to watch some Dutch TV.
He was always next to me. I loved and adored his strong hairy body, his 
wonderful smell.
We didn't go out, so I stayed in my white briefs during the day. There was 
still no school, but Daddy had a lot of cleaning to be done. My days had a 
clear schedule; Getting up, a cold shower; inspection; breakfast (just 
yoghurt and orange jus); reading a Dutch newspaper loud; cleaning the house; 
Dutch; Lunch (Milk, bread, cheese); inspection; cleaning the kitchen; Dutch 
words, my English study books (Daddy getting my results); preparing dinner; 
dinner; cleaning the kitchen; alone in my room (cleaning and reading) or (on 
invitation) some (Dutch) television. Last inspection, to bed.
I worked hard and tried to satisfy his demands. My room was very Spartan; 
just a single bed and a little desk for my writing. My text books, some 
pencils and paper. Daddy made me to write a diary. At night, strictly at 
9:30 p.m. he came to my room, kissed my cheeks and wished me,
"Good night, son. Lights out! Have pleasant dreams. Dream about your Daddy. 
Get hard, stroke that young boy cock and cum for me!"

I did every night, thinking and dreaming about him, my beautiful Daddy. I 
was addicted. I laid on the white covers and jacked my little boy cock. 
Soaked my belly and had a great night.

Daddy had a private gym and introduced me to it, three times a day, I got a 
good and rough work out. He never worked out with me, he said he watched the 
video screen. Afraid to be punished I worked hard on my fifteen years old 
body. I went there after his inspection… There were no cuts in my already 
overloaded program.

After some days, it went totally wrong! I went into my room, that afternoon 
after my work-out, without Daddy's permission and fell asleep. I couldn't 
study, I was so damn tired! 7/7 24/24 it was too much!
His strong hand woke me up,
"Son, wake up!"

He just lifted me from my little bed in his strong arms and brought me into 
a strange (new to me) dark room and pushed me to the middle. I stood there 
groggy, sleepy. Daddy moved my little body into position. I stood there, 
nearly naked, just in my white briefs, trembling.
I was awake and alert!

Daddy said,
"SON! You did wrong, VERY wrong; you are a BAD boy and I decided to take the 
next step. Son, you touched my limits; You didn't ask for permission. You 
will be punished, hard, real hard!
Just do what I say! No words from your cute little mouth, no questions, just 
accept your punishment. Take it like a little man. The man you want to be."

I just nodded my head. I whished to be back in the US, being a street kid 
was better. All my resistance came back. I wanted to fight him.
Daddy ordered,
"Touch the floor with your fingers, your white bottom up and get ready for 
your punishment."

"Yes, Sir!"
I managed to say, I stood there and bowed as ordered. I wondered what will 
happen with my exposed ass cheeks, still protected by my white briefs. My 
bum up in the air. I hated him!
Daddy rested his strong hand against the seam that lay along my crack. I 
tensed my butt-cheeks and tried to relax my ass cheeks under his touch. I 
still remembered his words, also my body was his, Daddy's property. I loved 
and hated him at the same time! I didn't think, just shouted in Dutch,
"Ik haat U, ik wil terug! Laat me gaan! Ons contact is voorbij, ik ga terug 
naar Amerika."
(I hate you, I want to be back! Let me go! Our contact is over, I go back to 
the U.S.)

Daddy gave me a big smile! He wasn't upset,
"Wow little son, your Dutch is great! You can be proud of yourself."

I felt proud, I loved him, my Daddy, but also feared the pain, wondered why 
I did, what I did. His compliments hit me in my face, I was very proud,
"Thank you, Sir."

'In position' my boy cock did his own thing. I got a boner between my smooth 
legs and it went up against my belly. It showed, Damn!
Daddy grinned,
"You like this, don't you. You speak Dutch, my system worked on you; your 
little boy cock gets hard and harder.
Don't deny it!
No single word from your little mouth. Your boy-cock looks like a little 
pencil, an 8 year old would be proud of it, little son."

I gasped, shocked, by his humiliation, in my white briefs my erection was 
visible. Daddy stepped to me and peeled my white briefs just below my butt 
and thighs.
"Don't make it difficult for yourself, son."

I lowered my body to the floor, placed my hands on the floor! I hoped to get 
off, to please my Daddy! Just a little spanking on my white briefs. I was 
exposing my white exposed ass cheeks.
"Those briefs need to come down, little sleepy son. You have to be alert! 
You need a good punishment and no protection."

Daddy looked directly at me and smiled wide,
"Last call, boy."

"Daddy, please, don't do this to me! Please it will never happen again!"
My final effort to preserve some dignity. To protect my poor doomed boy 
butt. I felt his strong hands on my little smooth body, my briefs were 
around my ankles in a single move. I expected Daddy to hit me, but instead 
Daddy only stroked my exposed ass cheeks softly.
"You lift that little white ass up really good, son, do it for me, be my 
obedient son. I will do your spanking on your naked exposed body. Yes, it is 
your punishment only, you didn't respect the rules of our house. You are 
just a little boy, no real progress, whatever."

I kept my head lowered, tears dripping from my eyes. Daddy's words had 
defeated me, he took everything what was left of my boy pride. I did study, 
did what he asked! I hated to be punished! Feared the pain; hated pain.
My hard boy cock was clearly visible, telling an other story, as my white 
briefs came down to my knees.

Daddy said,
"Get ready, son!"

Daddy laid his strong hand against the rounded tops of my butt-cheeks, 
barely
resting his palm on my smooth fifteen-year-old flesh. My backside tightened, 
in reflex, but I was quickly back into reality.
"Relax son! I will do my thing, but relax, boy. That way it will be easier 
to handle."

Daddy made me, with two sharp warning taps,
"and?"

"Yes, Sir! Thank you, Daddy!"
Daddy ran his warm palm of his hand gently over the back of my smooth 
thighs. He slid his hand down my thigh and took a little of it between his 
fingertips and tugged. It hurt! It hurt so much!
I gasped but didn't say a word.
"Ready, my son?"

I nodded my head. I was ready. I wanted to serve him. I needed him! I felt 
my boy cock against my belly. I whispered,
"Whatever, Daddy, I will take it! I was stupid!"

Daddy made his palm flat and slammed it down on my waiting white boy butt. 
Daddy spanked me a second time and a third. The sound of the smacks filled 
the room.
'Splash!'
The spanks didn't hurt me that much, but they were hard and loud! Daddy 
warmed my ass cheeks up, but I understood the truth of discomfort; this was 
just the start, the beginning. My white butt hurt.
After a number of hand-slaps, Daddy stopped,
"Son, stay in this position, don't move!"

He walked around in the room. Daddy reached for his little leather belt and 
lifted it in front of my face,
"Look at it! This leather belt will hurt your ass. I will punish you with my 
leather belt."

But instead of smacking me with the leather belt, he gave me another soft 
pat with his hand.
"Little Son, now, you don't clench your butt cheeks again, you have to 
accept it. You will think about why I'm hit your body, your cute ass. You 
will feel pain, real pain. Think about your little ass, how much it hurts. 
Really it will hurt, the pain will be horrible and great! Son, my boy, just 
accept it.
Think about how embarrassed you are, you, my little son, nude and openly 
standing in the middle of our room, because of something you did wrong. You 
went to your room without permission, the kitchen is a mess, you fall asleep 
without reason. Does my son needs a punishment, SON?"

"Sir, I will. Yes, Daddy! Sorry, Sir! Yes Daddy, I deserve a punishment, 
Sir. I will never do it again!"

The leather belt was laid again across my little boy ass, pressing into my 
flesh just slightly. I raised myself to accept the first hit.
I feared it and silently hoped it was just a joke, a bad dream, whatever, 
but not reality.

It came, quick and sharp!

My body gave a surprised jerk, but I stayed in position, my hands, later my 
fingers to the ground, my white butt ready for my Daddy. I yelled out,
"No!"

I was shocked by the first blow. It really hurt! I begged him,
"Please, I will be behave, be your son; the way you want; it will never 
happen again; I will do everything you want; please don't hit me!"

Daddy ignored my words.
I was aware of my quickening breath. I started to cry like a little baby 
after ten hard strokes, my little butt tight… I accepted it, but cried out. 
My tiny shoulders hitching with quiet sobs. I  cried, cried, my tears were 
running over my cheeks, dropped on the floor. This was the hell!
Daddy hit me again and I groaned. I kept my head down, my mouth grimacing in 
pain.
I clenched my ass cheeks together but it didn't help.
Daddy hit the upper side of my boy cheeks. He suddenly angled his leather 
belt to my sides and hit me on my lower half. I nearly jumped in the air, I 
yelled at him,
"Please Daddy, please, Stop!"

I was sobbing out loud and wiggling my butt. In the process Daddy was 
rubbing and petting my sore ass, first running his hand lightly over the 
place where my cheeks were 'done', giving each butt cheek a rough circular 
rub, which made me let out small pained moans,
"Oh, please, I will be a good boy. Don't, please, don't! Daddy!"

Daddy was telling me,
"Son, stand up!"

I rose unsteadily, my red face full with tears, my eyes big and wet. My lips
moistened with spit.
My white briefs were still around my ankles, making it difficult for me to 
get my balance, as my hands flew to my buttocks, I rubbed the red very 
painful glowing flesh.
I cried openly, defeated.

"Hands off, little son. Don't touch tour little boy-ass!"
Daddy said, not showing any affection. A hard slap to my upper thigh brought 
back my obedience role. Daddy placed his hand on my smooth young neck.
"You'll stay here! Just the way I ordered you in the beginning, get into 
position. Two feet on the ground, feel your spine, your back to the wall. 
And do so as ordered, Little Son."

Once satisfied Daddy returned to his seat. What would do? How to handle 
this?
I stood there, my back to the wall, face down, my feet to the floor, my 
naked body exposed, my boner.
I felt; humiliated, exposed (naked), sore (so much Pain!), good (yes 
really!) and punished. I didn't understand myself. Chaos!
I cried again in silence.
Standing there naked, in front of my Daddy.
Just a child, broken.
"Good boy, my son, turn around!"

For long, long minutes, Daddy sat transfixed on my spanked buttocks before 
him. He saw my emotions. I kept my arms at my sides, but every time, so 
often, my slim shoulders would hitch as I sobbed out my pain.
"Take your time boy, you still are my son! I believe in you, you will be a 
great man."

After a few minutes, I only sniffled. Daddy shook his head,
"You are my son, little boy. I love you! Get your little body next me."

He stood and pressed his thumbs on my ass cheeks. I squirmed and nearly 
jumped up with great pain!
Daddy saw it, he reached me, taking me by my tiny arm and dragged me over to 
the couch, his huge erection bouncing. Daddy sat down, fell back into his 
seat and pushed me over his hairy thighs. I gave up and allowed myself to be 
turned, with no struggle at all.
"Good boy, now you are my lovely son."

"Take it, little son!"
Daddy administered sharp quick slaps to the middle of my boy ass, talking to
me,
"You don't rub your little red ass, son. You go in the corner of our living 
room and you keep still and think about how bad you've been while your hot 
red punished butt reminds you what happened."

I managed to whisper,
"Yes, sir, Daddy!"

"You may cry out, you may say the deep words of your soul. You behave that 
way, my son. I spanked you hard, I spanked you for a reason."

I was still in shock but also knew, in some deeper way, (how?) those 
humiliating words aroused me. He took my little cock and brought me to his 
lap. Daddy hugged me.
Sitting on Daddy's lap I felt his great boner under my still sore ass 
cheeks. He pressed me down and I felt his boner on my punished cheeks. I 
began wriggling in Daddy's lap, nearly wild, I needed this and wanted to get 
away.
"Stop! Please Daddy, it hurts so much!"

Daddy slapped my sides and belly hard. He watched my struggling body.
"Cum, son!"

I bucked and nearly fell off his lap, but Daddy pinned me down just in time. 
Pressing my sore butt onto his huge erection.
"Keep still! You're lucky I don't fuck your sweet little ass right now."

"Daddy, Please Sir!"
I was again sobbing, twisting. Daddy grabbed one of my arms and held them 
against my back. He touched ,y nipples, my swollen hard boy cock, touched my 
exposed cock head.
I screamed!
"Daddy!"

Really screamed, more than a boy should, just from a spanking, even a hard 
one. I did it for him (and myself):
"YEAH! Please, Daddy!"

I had an heavy orgasm.
"Oh fuck!"

"Oh, fuck…"
My young sperm flew everywhere, Hit maybe the walls.
Flew over the Everest… landed in Amsterdam.

I groaned and moved.
My little boy body was grinding against Daddy's body. I groaned long and 
loud;
"Oh Daddy!"

"I'm cumming…"

"Oh please, please, Daddy!"

Getting in an over-drive, only a fifteen year old body and mind can. I felt 
his rock hard cock at my little boy hole.
"Please, Daddy don't do that to me. Please!"

Daddy stopped pressing me down. Once again he had to grab me to keep me, 
tumbling off his lap. I lay limp for several seconds, breathing hard,
"No, not now, not with your big cock, please! Don't fuck me!"

"No, little one, I will not fuck you! You are still to young for that, son!"
Daddy's naked thighs were already streaked with my thick and glistening boy 
cream.
I felt humiliated and frightened, my tiny body trembling. The thin track of 
pearly cum was dribbling down over his strong hairy body.
Daddy looked down at himself and back up at me. His eyes gradually softened 
with concern.
Daddy stood and took my shaking body in his arms before I could come away. 
Daddy slipped his fingers through my long blond hair, kissed my neck and 
said,
"Not now, maybe later. This was very good!"

My eyes were shimmering with tears, and Daddy kissed each one lightly, the 
corner of my trembling mouth. I rested my head on Daddy's shoulder and he 
held me like that for a long time, rocking me.

"It's okay, boy, it really it is,"

Daddy finally spoke, petting my long blond hair, my head with one hand,
"Son, here's nothing wrong with you. This just happens sometimes. At our 
age, it's just the way it works."

My breathing calmed for a moment as Daddy wrapped me in another hug, still 
stroking my sweaty blond hair and, now reaching down to touch my smooth 
lower back, just above the soft cleft of my round red buttocks,
"Son, you are the best! Don't make me to do this again!"

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Blond, Dutch, smooth
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