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Subject: ST: Derrick Gets a Father Chapter 2 (M/m, bdsm, nc, humil. msat)
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Thank you for all who took the time to write and offer
encouragement and ideas. I try to respond to all the emails, but if I missed
anyone, I apologize and will try to get back to you soon. 
 
Marty
 
Standard disclaimers apply. Don't read this if you shouldn't.
I had to kind of rush this one out, as I am getting ready for a tough work
week. Please forgive any spelling or grammar errors that I didn't catch. 
 
Derrick Gets a Father Ch2
 
It's about a seven hour drive from Seattle to my house. Derrick had been in his
chemical induced slumber for about five hours when I heard him begin to stir in
the back of the van. My van has a "kid mirror" in it so you can see what is
going on behind the driver. It gave me a perfect view of my poor boy starting
to wake up and figure out what was going on. He groaned, rubbed his eyes and
tried to sit up, but was still too weak. 
 
I smiled when he rubbed his face and felt my dried cum on
it. He was clearly puzzled and couldn't figure out what it was. "Sorry champ,"
I told him, "You looked so cute while you were sleeping I had to blow a nut on
you."
 
"Gross!" he shouted and then did manage to sit up. That's
when he tried to move his feet. He threw the blanket to the side and discovered
the leg irons fasted securely around his bony ankles and anchored securely to
the floor. That didn't stop him from futilely trying to break free. It was fun
to watch. I had him positioned in the back so that he couldn't reach anything,
although I realized one mistake that could have been disastrous when he threw
the blanket at me. Luckily he was a pretty weak kid with bad coordination and
it landed harmlessly between the front seats. I put the blanket safely out of
reach, and watched him struggle a bit more, until he gave up, dejected and laid
back down, starting to cry. 
 
"Derrick, it will go better from you from here on out if you
just do what your told. You are going to do what I want anyway, but if you
cooperate, you will be much better off. We have about an hour and a half to go,
so just lay back and enjoy the ride."
 
"Martin, please stop and let me go. I won't say anything to
anyone, just let me go," he was sniffling and fighting the tears that were
flowing as he pleaded with me.
 
"Derrick, remember what I told you. You are to address me as
father. You are my boy now Derrick, and boys to not address their fathers by
their first name. I told you I would punish you for disobeying my Derrick, and
I meant it. It's obvious to me you have led a life with no discipline and you
need to learn your place. Now be quiet, and lay back down unless you want me to
pull over and show you what punishment can mean!" I started out talking calmly
to him, but by the time my little speech was over I was shouting at him. 
 
It had the desired effect as I saw what little fight Derrick
had in him putter out. 
 
"I have to pee", he protested quietly.
 
"You have to pee what?"  I said to him sternly.
 
He puzzled over this for a second and then replied meekly.
"I have to pee father."
 
"So what!" I laughed. "You already peed yourself, so do it
again." I was glad I had removed the carpet from the back and he was lying on a
rubber cargo mat. What was even more priceless is when I saw him feel himself
and realized that he had indeed pissed himself. I couldn't see his face, but I
guessed he was blushing with shame at the realization. 
 
He didn't say anything, but laid back on the pillow while
the pressure in his bladder built. Bouncing around on the floor of the van
probably didn't help either. I had to give the boy credit though, he made it to
within twenty minutes to the house before I heard him start crying again as he
lost the battle. I could watch the wet stain growing in my mirror as he
continued to cry as he thoroughly wet himself.
 
"That will teach you to drink three large cokes before
getting into a van with a stranger" I scolded him. "Derrick, you're pissing
yourself like a child, which is exactly what you are. You may be eighteen years
old physically, but mentally you're still a little boy. A little boy who wets
his pants. You're very lucky you found me. I am going to help you learn your
place in life Derrick. Do you understand me boy?"
 
"Fuck you! I hate you!" he screeched through tears of
humiliation.
 
"Ah, Derrick, I warned you what would happen if you used
language like that," I said, "and bad timing on your part, because we are
home!"
 
I pulled the van off the highway and onto my quarter mile
dirt driveway. I had a special remote to open the electric gate and continued
to the four car garage. Once inside the garage I closed the door behind the
van, shut off the motor then opened the side door of the van. 
 
Derrick was looking at me like the scared puppy that he in
fact was. Before I went any further, I wanted to start documenting his
training. I retrieved my trusty Nikon SLR digital camera and snapped a few
photos. There is nothing quite like a scared boy with a tear and cum stained
face staring back at you to make your dick hard. I think the camera just adds
to intimidation. Derrick new that image was being captured forever. I made a
point to focus on the wet spot around his crotch, which he tried in vain to
cover up. 
 
"All right boy, time to get to work." I put the camera down
and grabbed a hood and handcuffs from a sports bag I had left in the garage. I
got in the van through the side door and pushed Derrick up so I was sitting
behind him facing the rear of the van. He tried to struggle, but to no avail. I
easily grabbed his wrists and pulled his arms behind him. Once I snapped the
cuffs on him, he quickly gave up struggling. He didn't put up a fight when I
pulled the black spandex hood over his head; he seemed resigned to his fate for
the moment. I didn't really have to put the hood on for a specific reason; I
just wanted to keep him disoriented as I led him through the house to the
basement, which is just what I started to do. Once I got him out of the van
though I placed him up against the plain white wall to take a few more photos.
 
There he was, five foot six, one hundred twenty pounds( 168
cm, 54.4 kg), leg irons, clasped around his dirty white socks, standing
unsteadily, listening to the camera do it's thing. His khaki cargo pants had a
huge wet stain, which I am sure he could feel, and he was breathing heavily. I
could se his hands opening and closing nervously as he uselessly tested the
carbon steel cuff's strength. I had pulled his hoodie back over his head, so
his face was just a mask of black spandex. 
 
"Ok champ, let's go" I said, putting the camera down and
grabbing his arm. He jerked back at my touch but I firmly held him and led him
into the house. He had a hard time walking in the leg irons, and stumbled a few
times, but I easily help him steady until we reached the stairs. 
 
Not wanting him to fall down the stairs, I picked him up and
carried him down. This really hurt my bum leg, and I almost fell once, but I
got him and me down in one piece. Not wanting to stain my leather furniture, I
dumped him on the floor, while I retrieved the remote and opened secret
entrance to the play room. 
 
My dick was straining my pants when I picked Derrick up off
the floor and marched him into his new home. Even though he was filthy and
stank, he was my boy, my new son, and I was excited. I took him over to the
corner where the shower was, but before I did anything else, I hugged him from
behind making sure he could feel my hard cock pressed up against him. I could
hear him whimper under the hood, and his whole body started shaking. He felt so
small in my arms! 
 
"Shhh, there there my boy," I whispered into his ear. "Your
safe now, you have a home and a father who loves you." 
 
"Please, I don't wan't…"
 
"Derrick don't say anything that will make me punish you
more than you already have coming." I kept grinding my cock against the small
of his back, being careful not to blow my nut right then and there. "What you
want is no longer important. It's what I want that matters. You are my boy and
you will obey me. You should be grateful. If it wasn't for me, you'd be sucking
some fat guys diseased cock in a back alley right now to pay for you next meal.
I'm going to dress you nicely, feed you, educate you and prepare you for your
proper place in life. So go ahead and thank me now Derrick. I think I deserve
that much from you." I was playing with his mind now. I wanted to get his
submissive nature to take him over. My mouth was right next to his ear, my lips
almost touching the hood of his sweatshirt. "Come on Derrick, say thank you for
saving me father." 
 
His body was really shaking now.  I reached around and grabbed his package
through his piss soaked pants. He yelped loudly. I doubt anyone had ever
touched his privates before. 
 
"Come on boy! SAY IT!" I squeezed harder.
 
"Th, th, thank you father. Thank you for saving me." He had
the cutest little boy voice for someone his age! It was even more surreal as he
was talking through the spandex hood and couldn't see his surroundings.
 
"That's much better Derrick. Now I think it's about time we
get you cleaned up don't you?"
 
I wasn't expecting an answer and didn't wait for one. With
his hood still on, I bent down and undid one of his leg irons and hooked it to
a ring in the wall near the floor. "Now I am going to undo your handcuffs son,
but your still chained by one leg so don't get any foolish ideas. You still
have punishment coming, but if you behave, I might, and I repeat might, take it
easier on. Do I make myself clear?"
 
"Yes Father," he replied barely audible.
 
"You are learning son. Maybe you're not as dumb as I
thought." I undid the handcuffs, putting them into pocket just in case. Next I
pulled untied the sweatshirt hood and pulled it back, then finally pulled off
the spandex hood.
 
Derrick blinked and rubbed his eyes until he could adjust to
the lighting of the room. His dirty blond curls were dripping with sweat and when
he could start to see his surroundings, I was ready again with my camera. The
look on his face was so precious as he took in the sinister appearance of the
dungeon and all the equipment, devices and medieval looking furniture in the
room. 
 
 One of the pieces of
furniture I had built was kind of a rolling "throne platform" it was a sturdy
leather chair with wooden arms that looked like, well, a throne. It was on a
raised wooden platform about 4 feet by 8 feet (1.2 X 2.4 meters) that I could
roll around the dungeon than lock the wheels in place. It also had a small
table next to the throne on it, which held my remote control for almost every
function in the room.  I figured it would
be convenient, and it was at that moment.   I had moved it in front of the shower so I
had a nice view point and could rest my aching leg. Once settled I also started
the video camera that was aimed at this corner of the room. 
 
  "Don't look so
scared son. If you follow my instructions and do what you're told, you won't
even find out what some of these things do." Of course I knew damn well that he
would find out, I just didn't want outright panic to set in at the moment. "Now
since there is not a nice way to put this, you stink and need a shower. I am a
stickler for personal hygiene." That and I wanted to see what my boy's body
looked like! "So take your sweatshirt off and toss it to me."
 
By this point I sitting on my throne and holding a stun
baton in my hand. "Derrick this little device is called a stub baton. It may
not look like much but it will hit you with 800,000 volts. I don't think you
would like it. TAKE OFF your sweatshirt. NOW!"
 
Chained to the wall by his ankle, and facing me with a
weapon, he had no choice. He unzipped his dingy gray hoodie pulled it off his
arms and tossed it to me. He was wearing a very worn and tattered black t shirt
with some the logo of some stupid band I had never heard of on it. 
 
"The shirt next boy, toss it over." I could see him shaking
now, and even better I could see the goose bumps forming on his naked torso as
he tossed the rag to me. This was the first good look I had at his body. He was
quite pale, as most people that live in that part of the country are, and very
skinny. Almost too skinny, but I would take care of that. He was pretty
hairless, with only small wispy patches visible under his arms. As I said
earlier he had dirty blond hair, but how much was actual dirt was yet to be
seen. He had small pink nipples that were protruding nicely at that moment.
Once he had tossed the shirt my way, he crossed his small arms in front of his
body, almost trying to hug himself. 
 
I picked up my still camera again and stood up, "Put your
hands behind your head boy, interlock your fingers and kept them there." I
instructed. He complied without complaint. By this point I think Derrick was
resigned to the idea that what was going to happen was going to happen. After
all, nothing in his life had gone his way, so why should this new episode be
any different? 
 
I walked around him and got pictures from all different
angles. I put the camera down, picked up the baton and walked up to him. He was
biting his lower lip as I poked his ribs with the baton. I didn't press the
trigger of course; I would only do that if he got any stupid ideas about
putting up a fight. His breathing was getting more ragged as I walked around
him, touching him here, and squeezing him there. I pinched his left nipple and
he squealed like a little girl, momentarily taking his hands from behind his
head, but one gaze from me was enough for him to regain what composure he
could. 
 
I guess I should take a moment to describe myself. At the
time I "adopted" Derrick, I was forty four years old. With the exception of my
bad left leg, I was in excellent condition (still am actually). I'm five foot
ten and weigh one hundred seventy pounds. I work out regularly and my upper
body strength is quite good. I have brown hair cut in a military style high and
tight. My eyes are green and can be very intense. I will get to the other good
bits later in the story.
 
I grabbed a few strands of his underarm hair between my
fingers and started pulling. "Now Derrick, I am going to unchain your ankle in
a second here, and you are going to be a good boy and do what I say right?" I
pulled harder.
 
"Yes sir," he said through clenched teeth. 
 
I gave him a fairly hard slap across the face. "Sir is what
you call other adults. How have I told you to address me boy?"
 
Holding back tears, he said, "Father. I'm sorry father!  I won't do anything father. Please don't hit
me father..." 
 
"Stop your blubbering I will hit you if you deserve it.
Attention to detail is important for a man Derrick, please try to remember
that." I bent down and released the shackle from his ankle, then stood back and
retrieved my camera. "Details boy, now listen carefully. I want you to unbuckle
your belt, and then undo your fly. Without taking your shoes or socks off, I
want you to take your pants off and toss them over with the rest of the rags
you call clothes. Then you are to immediately put your hands back behind your
head. Is that clear enough for you boy?"
 
"Yes father," 
 
I continued to snap away with my camera as the poor boy
struggled first with his fly, then to pull his pants off over his shoes without
falling over, but he managed. 
 
Derrick was now standing in front of me in just dirty gray
piss soaked Hanes boxer briefs, which just kind of hung on his lanky frame,
dirty white socks (almost gray by then actually) and black and white
checkerboard vans, which were also well past the point of useful service. The best
thing though, was that his piss soaked undies were sporting a huge tent. Yes,
much to his shame, Derrick had a huge hard on. This is why I loved boys of his
age. With all that testosterone pumping through him, he couldn't help himself,
but it plaid right into my plan. 
 
"Nice one boy," I said, bringing the camera right up to his
cotton covered crotch. "For a boy who doesn't like old men, you sure seem to be
excited. You couldn't wait to get naked in front of me could you? You've been
lying to me all along haven't you?"
 
His cheeks flushed the most beautiful shade of red! "No I
haven't!" he protested. "I'm not like that, I , I…"
 
"Shut up Derrick. Your dick is telling the truth your lying
little mouth won't accept." I grabbed one of his arms, pulled the cuffs out of
my pocket and re attached them to his wrist, then did the same to the other so
his hands were now cuffed in front of him. I quickly pulled his arms over his
and attached the cuffs to a snap wring, so he was now facing me, with his back
against the corner and his arms secured above him. 
 
"If your little boy panties weren't so soaked with piss I
bet I could see all the cum stains from were you jacked off thinking about
giving to guys like me eh Derrick?" I said.
 
"NO!" he protested.   I didn't let him get any further, I walked up to him and clamped my
mouth over his, forcing my tongue inside his mouth. He struggled as best he
could, but being much bigger than him and stronger it was no problem for me to
win. I had one hand on the back of his head holding him pressed against my
mouth, while I started feeling him up through his underwear. 
 
I could feel more than hear the whimpers of protest coming
from deep in his throat, but I could also feel his youthful cock respond to my
hand.  He was trying get away from me,
but backed into the corner there was nothing he could do. I could feel him
getting more and more frantic as I continued my assault with tongue and hand.
Sure enough, I soon felt his cock start to  spasm in my hand and his whole body started shaking with orgasm. I kept
my hand pressed against his cock as it pumped load after load into his already
funky underwear. Only when he was done did I break the lip lock and let go of
his cock.
 
Completely drained, he hung by his wrists, covered in sweat,
and racked with guilt. He could feel his spunk in his underwear, and his mouth
tasted of mine. "See Derrick, I knew you were hot for a real man. A hard cock
doesn't lie. Unfortunately though, you broke the rules. I didn't give you
permission to cum. That's going to add to your punishment I'm afraid."
 
He had a totally confused look on his face. It was too much
for him to process at once. He started to sob loudly just as my cell rang. I
looked at it and it was one of my good friends. A physician friend of mine who
also happened to have a boy of his own. 
 
"Hi Don," I said, "Perfect timing actually. It was a
successful trip. Can you give the other guys a call, I'm going to need a full
physical done..."
 
Derrick barely heard the conversation. He had stood back up
to take the pressure of his wrists, but just stood there, shifting weight from
one tired foot to the other,  trying to
stop crying as streams of his own cum ran out of his underwear down his leg, dripping
on his sneaker. 
 
End of Chapter 2
Next chapter , Derrick meats some of his fathers friends.
 
 
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