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Standard disclaimers apply. Don't read this if you are under
age or shouldn't.











Derrick Gets a Father Ch3











After I made arrangements with my doctor friend to head over
to give the boy a thorough exam, I just sat on my throne a bit and relished
Derrick's discomfort. He was quite a site at that moment. Standing there with
his arms suspended above him, wearing nothing but his cum drenched underpants,
dirty sneakers and filthy socks, really made my dick leak!







I defiantly wanted some good pictures of him at this moment,
so I used my remote to set the computer controlled lighting to spotlight
Derrick in the corner. "Smile Derrick," said to him, clicking away. "You are
going to make us some good money with these pictures. Just think of all the
filthy old perverts all over the planet who will be jerking off to every step
of you learning your place in life."







"Why me?" Derrick asked in his soft voice, trying
unsuccessfully to hide himself from the camera. With his wrists shackled above
him he could only twist so much, and his profile and behind were just as
alluring to me anyway.







"Because I found you boy. It was destiny. You are actually
very lucky. Now let's get you cleaned up a bit." I put the camera down for the
moment and walked over to him. I bent down on one knee and grabbed his left
foot. He didn't fight me at all as I picked it up and pulled off his funky
sneaker. I gave it a whiff, and it smelled like you would expect a teen's
sneaker to smell after wearing it for weeks; awful. "Damn boy, these should be
thrown out, but until we get you a new wardrobe, I will throw them in the
washer." If his shoe was funky, the sock was even worse. AT one time I am sure
it was white crew sock, but now it was gray and full of holes, and it had to be
peeled off his foot. "I don't know how you could live like this Derrick. It's
pretty disgraceful," I scolded him knowing full well he had no way of helping
it. I stood up and shoved his sock in his face. "Smell this boy! That's your
fucking feet! Disgusting!" He was trying to move his face away from the foul
sock, but again, with his back against the wall, and me much larger than he, he
had no chance. "Smell it boy! You know what, you cursed at me earlier today, so
a filthy mouth deserves company. Open your filthy mouth Derrick. This is your
first punishment." He fought now, or tried too. I just pinched his nose shut
until he had to breathe. Once his mouth was open I jammed the filthy thing in
their. He started retching. "Don't fight it boy, breath through your nose." I
got him to calm a little, so he was breathing normally. He still didn't like
that nasty thing in his mouth though. Tears started streaming down his face
again, and gobs of drool started running out the side of his mouth around his
putrid sock gag.







I bent down again, and placed a shackle around the leg I had
just stripped. I unhooked his chain of his handcuffs from the wall, leaving his
wrists cuffed together though. "Bend over and grab your ankles Derrick." I
helped him by pushing on the back of his neck, until he was bent over as far as
he could given his circumstances. I grabbed his underpants and was about to
pull them down, but then I figured it might sting a little more since they were
still soaking wet with his piss from earlier, so instead I pulled them hard up
into his crack, giving him a full wedgie until he was on his tip toes about to
fall over.







His ass was now a perfect target for me. I picked up the
shoe I had taken off him earlier. As I mentioned earlier, it was a Vans
sneaker, canvas with a nice rubber sole. Perfect for what I had in mind.  I walked over and wrapped my right arm around
Derrick's waist (I'm left handed). "It's okay to scream boy, but you better
dare not let that sock fall out of your mouth." With that warning I started
spanking his ass with his own shoe. It made a satisfying sound when it
connected with the wet undies.







THWACK!







Derrick bucked with the impact and screamed into the gag,
but didn't drop it.







"The next time!" THWACK! "You feel like cursing!" THWACK!
"Remember how this feels boy!" THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!











By the time I laid six good ones onto his back side, Derrick
was sobbing so much there was a nice puddle of drool under him. "Easy there
son." I said as I gently lowered him to the floor, so that he was on his hands
and knees, crying into his gag. I'm sure his ass was on fire, but with his
hands still cuffed, he couldn't even reach around and rub his stinging cheeks.







I had planned to save up a nice load for something special,
but spanking my boy for the first time, had me so hard and leaking I had to
take care of it right away.  I dropped
the shoe and grabbed the camera again. I wanted a close up of Derrick's pimply
face, all puffed up from crying with the soaking wet nasty sock gag leaking
streams of drool out the corners of his mouth. His nose was leaking snot all
over the place too! I set the camera up on a tri-pod and programmed it to take
a picture every 3 seconds. (Thank goodness for 8 gig SD cards!)







I stood over the prone shaking boy, and watched his gaze
follow my hands as I undid the fly of my jeans and pulled my cock out. Now, I
am not going to lie and tell you my cock is ten inches or whatever. It's a very
respectable six and a half inches (16.5 cm), but VERY thick, and it was FULLY
erect when I pulled it out and waved it in front of Derrick's face. Judging by
the look on his face, I doubt he had ever seen an adult male's cock fully
engorged before. I grabbed a handful of his greasy hair and pulled his head
toward me so my cock was inches from his face.







"You will get to know this cock very well boy. It's your
fathers cock. It's a good son's duty to know every detail of his fathers cock.
How if feels, how it tastes…" I was stroking as I was telling him this, and my
dick was leaking pretty good at that point. I started rubbing my dickhead on
his cheek, my cock snot mixing with all the mess on his face. I could feel my
balls boiling. I yanked back on his head so his eyes were looking into mine as
I shot my load all over his face. The cum was running into his eye, so I yanked
the sock out of his mouth and wiped his face with it. All that really did was
smear everything together into a big gooey mess on his face.  Another perfect Kodak moment!










I pulled his other shoe and sock off, and wiped my dick and put it back in my
pants. "Ok Derrick, enough fun. You need to get clean." I walked over to where
he now lay on the floor, grabbed the waist band of his tattered Hanes and yanked
has hard as I could. I lifted him up off the floor and ripped his shorts,
giving him another good wedgie in the process. I used my pocket knife to
quickly take care of what was left of his remaining bit of modesty, and threw
the tattered stinky remains over with the rest of his clothes.







Derrick was now before me, naked as the day he was born. He
was hiding his cock from me with his handcuffed hands, but I grabbed his wrists
with one hand and moved his hands over and behind his head, while my other hand
inspected his boy package. Now remember, he had cum only about fifteen minutes
prior to this, but his cock was growing in my hand, and he was blushing again.
Checking him out, I was pleased with what I saw. He was uncut, which was
refreshing, and had a small bush of dark pubic hair, but a nice smooth hairless
ball sack. He didn't have anything you could call hair on his skinny legs
either, just a little fuzz. His balls were kind of small, but he had a nice low
hanging scrotum, which would be fun later on I figured. His cock was now almost
fully erect and it looked to be around five inches and pretty skinny.  He had kind of a small cock for a boy his
age, but overall he was pretty small and I was sure I was going to have fun
with it.







He didn't have to worry about showing off his erection for
long. I released his handcuffs and shoved him toward the shower, where he
stumbled and ended up on the floor. I shortened the lead on the shackle around
his ankle, so he couldn't escape the shower spray, and while he laid there on
the floor, I realized that after being boned up for so many hours, and finally
blowing my wad on Derrick's face, I really had to pee!







The boy was conveniently on his side in a fetal position
right over the shower drain, so I just undid my fly and let go a solid hot
stream of piss all over him. By this time he was tired and didn't have much
fight in him, but still, when I realized what was happening, he rolled onto his
butt and tried backing away from me. He was cornered, however, and now I was
able to really aim it good at his face. It became a game, to see how much of
his body I could cover with my golden shower. He turned away from me facing
with wall, crying and pleading with me to stop, but I just walked closer to him
grabbed his hair and thoroughly soaked him, so my piss was running down his
face, into his nose and eyes, and he could feel the warm liquid run down his
back, down his butt crack and puddling beneath him.







At this point he was making unintelligible sounds, and when
I released my grip on his hair to put my dick back in his pants, he went down
on all fours and started retching. Poor kid, I almost felt sorry for him. I
guess his tummy didn't like the idea of being peed all over. Or it might have
been the cum all over him, or his still flaming butt cheeks. Who knew? But he
was making a mess in my dungeon now! Good thing my shower was European style
with the handle attached to a flexible hose. I turned on the water, cold, and
adjusted the head to spray a hard solid stream, and started hosing down the
filthy, cum and piss covered waif.







He screeched when the cold stream hit him, and tried to
block it, but just like the piss shower I gave him a moment earlier, it was no
use. I sprayed the water up and down his body, hosing off the accumulated filth
he had been acquiring since living on the streets. Once he stopped dry heaving,
I washed what was left of his lunch down the drain and turned the water off.







"Stand up boy, that was just the beginning." I grabbed his
ear and pulled him standing. He was hugging his shoulders and shivering so hard
his teeth were chattering. I glanced down and his cock had made a hasty retreat
from the cold, shriveled and shrunken, with the end of his foreskin barely
visible out of his tiny bush. I grabbed a bar of lava soap and grabbing his
hair again, started scrubbing his face very hard.







"OWE!!!" He screeched as the rough soap attacked his baby
face. He tried to pull away, and yanked his hair hard.







"Stop squirming Derrick! You are a filthy little boy and need
to be cleaned up! Here, if you don't like the way I'm doing it, you finish. But
I am going to be watching you, so you make damn sure you scrub every inch of
your body. If I am not satisfied in the job you are doing, I will do if for you
and harder than I just did!" I handed him the soap and walked back to my throne
chair and sat down. "I wanna see nothing bud suds and pink skin, do you
understand me boy?"







Silence







"Derrick I asked you a question. Do we really have to go
through this again?"







"N, no father, I understand," and he started scrubbing.







It was delicious as I watched the dripping wet shivering
nude youth scrub himself as hard as he could with the scratchy soap, leaving a sudsy
gritty film on his pale body from head to foot.







"Good boy, now put the soap down, and use the dispenser and
get some get and wash that mop on top of your head." His hair was long than I
thought, as it straightened out when wet. I would take care of that soon I
thought.







He soon had a large lather of suds on his head, and the soap
was leaking into his eyes. He stood there, looking at me with puppy dog eyes,
wondering if I would turn the water back on to rinse his filth away. Not quite yet.
I stood back up, walked over to a cabinet near the shower and pulled out some
rubber gloves. I made a show of snapping them on my while the shivering boy
looked on.







"Hands behind your head and spread your legs Derrick," I
said walking over to him. When he complied without complaint, I started walking
slowly around him. He was blinking rapidly, trying to see what I was doing and
keeping the soap out of his eyes at the same time. "Not bad for your first time
boy. I demand my son be clean at all times." My mouth was less than an inch
from his ear as I said this, at the same time running my gloved finger down his
spine. "Pull your butt cheeks apart boy, I have to see if you really got
clean."







He stopped blinking and looked at me, obviously thinking I
couldn't be serious. However one glance at me convinced him otherwise, and with
his cheeks burning that shade of red I would come to love, he swallowed hard,
and slowly brought his hand down and half heartily spread them. I kicked his
legs further apart, "WIDER!" I yelled. He pulled them as far apart as he could.
I got a nice glance of his boy pussy for the first time. It had soap suds
running down it, but it was obvious Derrick needed lessons in hygiene.







I ran my gloved finger up his ass crack and he almost jumped
out of his skin at the contact. I slapped his wet ass hard once. "Stop moving
around boy. Your pussy belongs to me you need to learn how to take care of it!"
I probed my finger a little deeper, not penetrating him, but definitely making
my presence known. I pulled my finer out and pulling him upright by his hair,
ran the finger under his nose. He scrunched his face up as he obviously didn't
like the smell of the slime on my finger. I started rubbing his lips with the
glove, and although he struggled and clamped his mouth shut, I still managed to
give him a nice taste of his own ass, watered down as it was. "If you don't
want to be tasting your own shit, you need to learn to keep clean Derrick. I
will be inspecting you after every time you bathe, is that understood boy?"







He looked back at me with terrified eyes and shook his head
yes, while barely squeaking out, "Yes father."







"Down on all fours boy!"







He dropped immediately.







"Kiss the floor boy, ass high." He clearly didn't understand
my instructions, so I helped him pressing down on his neck with my boot until
his face was pressed into the wet concrete floor. Walking back to wear the
shower head was hanging I used my boot on his inner thighs to widen his stance,
giving me a lovely view of his most private area. His anus was a nice shade of
pink, with just a hint of ass hairs, which contrasted nicely with his hairless
lo hangers that were flopping back and forth with his every movement.







I turned the cold water back on and aimed the stream right
at his ass hole. He screeched and his body jerked, but he just buried his face
in his arms and let me hose him out. Once satisfied his ass was clean enough to
eat, I switched the stream to a more gentle spray and turned the water
temperature up until it was just hotter than comfortably warm. I pulled him up
by his hear and started rinsing him down head to toe, making I got all the soap
off of him. Between the harsh lava soap and now the hot water his pale skin was
turning a nice shade of pink. I had to slap his ass more than once to get him
to stop fidgeting until I was finally satisfied he was clean.







When wet, his hair fell below his eyes, and was a darker
shade of blonde. Still he was quite a nice acquisition for me. I had him stand
there dripping wet while I took some more photos of him completely naked (if
you didn't count the carbon steel anklet he was wearing at the moment), with
his hands again behind his head. If he already wasn't pink all over I am sure
his face would have been as I zoomed in on his cock and balls for some nice
close-ups. I finally put the camera down and grabbed a nice big fluffy towel.







"Ok son, I don't want you catching cold your first day in
your new home." I started rubbing him down furiously with the towel. I smiled
to myself when I noticed his cock was coming back to life as I concentrated the
towel on his upper thighs, and butt. "You are quite a pretty boy Derrick," When
I finished I tossed the towel aside and hugged him close to me, enveloping his
tiny naked body in my arms. "I know your scared son, but I'm doing what's best
for you believe me." He started shaking violently and sobbing into my chest as
I pulled him tight. "It's ok son, your father loves you."







He was still trying to stop crying when I released his ankle
from the leg iron. I knew he was too tired and too overwhelmed at the moment to
try anything. I led him to the cell that I had picked out to be his first room.
"I'm going to keep you in here at first Derrick, but don't worry, it's not
permanent. I just haven't got your room quite done up stairs yet"







"You can't put me in there! Please don't!"







"What have I told you about talking back young man?" I
grabbed his arm and pulled him into the cell with me. I sat down on the cot,
and threw him over my lap.







SLAP!







This time it was my bare hand on his skinny naked butt, and
I could see my hand print!







He legs were kicking in the air, as I delivered another nine
blows to his butt, and I didn't hold back, I spanked him hard. He had to learn
obedience. My cock was hard again by the time I finished, and when I stood him
up, he tried to cover the erection that he had with one hand while re rubbed
his behind with the other. I slapped his hand away.







"Don't try to hide your pathetic little cocklet from me
Derrick! It's obvious you're a little queerboy who needs his father's
discipline. Go face the wall in the corner and put your hands on your head!"







Glad he could face away from me and not show his hard cock
to me, he did as he was told. Not close enough at first, but after I shoved him
into the wall, he got the message. God and this was only the first few hours! I
almost had to jerk off again!







I sized the boy up from behind him, and went to a small
chest I had stocked with socks and underwear of likely sizes I thought I would
need before I left. I found a company on the internet that made retro style
boys underwear. All white with blue dotted line around the waistband. Even
though a men's small size would probably fit him fine, I wanted to re-enforce
that Derrick's small size and make him feel more like a kid. He would wear "boy's
underwear, size large. The package said for ages 14 to 16, but Derrick was so
small for his age, I was sure they would fit fine. I set the bright white
briefs on his cot, along with a matching ribbed "A" shirt, (tank top or wife
beater, depending on where you are from). Next I pulled out anther internet
find. You see, I have a thing for socks, and cute boys' legs in them. To me the
right kind of sock on a cute boy's legs can accentuate his other features. I
just find it hot. So was happy to stumble across a site that sold retro style
tube socks like people wore in the 70's. They were white with a set of three
colored stripes across the tops, and I bought several sets of different lengths
and colors. For his first time dressing up for me, I chose a pair of 22 inch
length socks with red stripes. Once I had them laid out on his cot, I retrieved
the camera, tripod, and also a nice riding crop, just in case I had to
encourage the boy. I set up the camera and ordered Derrick to turn around.







He turned, with his hands still behind his head, his cock
now deflated, limply swinging as he turned. "I've put some clean clothes out on
your cot. Get dressed and be quick about it."







Seeming relieved that he wouldn't have to be naked in front
of me any longer he eagerly headed to the cot, only to discover that there was
not much laying on it. When he picked up the briefs, he looked crestfallen.







Still, I guess he figured it was better than being naked. I
almost laughed out loud when out of some kind of modesty reflex he turned his
back to me to pull up his underpants. He pulled the tight shirt over his head, and
then sat down to pull on the socks. He seemed puzzled at first, at their length
and just pulled them on half assed, then looked up at me from the cot.







"Out of the cell boy, go stand in front of my chair." I
pointed with the crop where I wanted him to stand. When he was more or less
where I wanted him, I adjusted the lights to dim all over the room, except for
him under a pretty bright spot light. "Now listen carefully, because this will
be standard procedure every time you get dressed. You will stand with your feet
twelve inches apart, with your hands clasped behind your back. Do it now!" I
slapped my palm with the crop for emphasis.







He did his best to follow the directions. I walked slowly
around him. "No wonder your foster parents kicked you out. You look like a
fucking slob!" I shouted, startling him. "Tuck in your shirt to your underpants
boy!" THWACK! I slapped his stomach with the crop for emphasis.







He started franticly tucking his shirt in.







"Not tight enough. NO wrinkles!" THWACK!  THWACK, one to each shoulder.







Once he had his shirt tucked in to my satisfaction, I walked
behind him. He was shaking, and I could see welts rising on his pale naked
shoulders. I looked down at the droopy socks on his scrawny little legs. I took
aim for the spot on his right calf, just below the back of his knee.







THWACK!







"AAIIEEEEE" He screamed and grabbed for the back of his leg.







"PULL your FUCKING SOCKS UP Derrick! I didn't buy you nice
long tubes for you to wear them down around your ankles like common gutter
trash! UP!







THWACK! THWACK! TWHACK! I gave three more stinging blows to
the backs of his legs.







He bent down and yanked the socks as high as they could go,
which ended up being well over his knees.







"Do I have to show you everything! No wonder you nobody
would want you in their home. You should thank your lucky starts I found you,
you stupid twat! Pull your socks to your knees and fold the extra bit over the
top like this." I bent down and showed him how we did it way back in my day,
when I was 13 and rode a skate board. Doing so also gave me a chance to feel up
his legs again.







Even though he was stinging from the blows, I noticed a very
obvious bulge in his briefs. I watched him do his other sock like I showed him
warning him of dire consequences if he fucked it up, or it wasn't aligned
perfectly with the other sock.







"When I lay out your clothes for the day Derrick, remember I
will be making sure you have dressed correctly. Just as I did now, you can
expect on the spot correction. We have guests on their way and I will not have
you looking like the cheep street whore, that you most certainly would have
become if I hadn't saved you."







I grabbed his penis through his briefs. "Obviously you react
well to my instructions. Do you like your new outfit Derrick." I was caressing
his cock and balls now, and I could feel it growing.







He swallowed hard. I could tell he was horribly confused as
to why his dick was betraying him yet again and going steel hard.







"You don't have to thank me now son, there will be time for
that later I want some pictures of you in your new clothes"







I must say he was quite a picture of beauty, as I put him
through various poses for the camera. His small undershirt was tightly tucked
into this tight white briefs that now matter how much he willed it to, had
trouble concealing a growing teen aged boner.



I also had him put his ratty nasty sneakers back on to
contrast with the bleached white color of the brand new knee high tubes he was
wearing . I again had a raging hard on myself, not only thinking of what I
would do with this boy, but how much money some of the pictures I had taken
would bring me on the specialized porn circuit.







I had him pose for me in various positions. He was not a
natural model, and was quite awkward and self conscious. He was scared and
embarrassed, just the way I like a boy, and I could tell idea of being
photographed dressed as he was, was getting to him.  The wet spot on his briefs was getting
bigger, and his cock, small as it was fighting the elastic waistband to escape.
To me, the pictures are more erotic when the subject looks totally ashamed. I
could have spent another hour taking photos, but an electronic chime went off, letting
me know that I had visitors. I walked over to the dungeon computer and checked
the security camera at my gate. I smiled and buzzed in the Mercedes SUV.







"Derrick, my friend and his nephew have arrived. He is a
doctor and is going to give you a thorough exam. Lord knows what kind of bugs
you are carrying around with you. You will do everything he says and cooperate
with him completely or you will live to regret it, but wish you hadn't. Do I
make my self perfectly clear?"







He didn't even realize he was grabbing his dick through his
briefs in front of me, "Yes father, but…I'm scared of doctors!"







I smiled to myself. If he knew Klaus he would be really
afraid!







"Just do what he tells you and you will be fine. I will be
with you the whole time. And you get to meet Daniel. He's close to your age and
I am sure you will be great friends! Now stand like I taught you for
inspection"







He stood with his legs apart, hands behind his back, nipples
poking through the thin ribbed cotton of his shirt, and a very visible a wet
spot where his cock, now deflating, had been leaking copious amounts of pre
cum. I re attached a manacle to his right ankle, just to make sure he didn't
bolt when I went up stairs to let my friend in.







Derrick didn't know what was in store for him, moments later
when a tall thin man wearing an impeccably tailored German Naval officer's
uniform came into the room. I should explain that Klaus spent his early years
after medical school in the Deutsche Marine, serving as a ship's doctor.
Apparently there was an incident with him and a young sailor aboard a ship, and
Klaus was offered politely to resign his commission. He moved to the states,
and ever since, has been a pillar of our community. To most of the locals,  he was nothing more than a distinguished
retired officer and country doctor, and in fact made a pretty decent living off
of it.  His status was elevated even more, when
he took in his poor orphaned nephew, his sister's son who lived in England,
four years ago when the lad was barely fourteen years old.







Every once in a while, he liked to revel in his naval past,
and would play some navel games with his nephew, which apparently he was
involved in when I asked him to come over.







Now a eighteen years old and thoroughly trained as Klaus'
medical assistant, among other things he was trained for, his nephew, Daniel,
walked in behind Klaus, carrying two large medical cases. Daniel was also in
uniform, although, not quite the same as uniform of a Korvettenkapitän that
Klaus was sporting.  Daniel was wearing a
superbly tailored sailor suit, featuring a dark blue middy blouse with a black
kerchief, blue and white striped undershirt, tight, short, dark blue short
trousers and matching knee socks, held up by garters. He wore highly polished
lace up black leather shoes, and topped his uniform with a white sailor hat
with a black headband with long black ribbons coming off the back. If Daniel was
at all humiliated by the little boy outfit he routinely had to wear for his
uncle's perverse desires,  he didn't show
it.







When Klaus handed his nephew his hat, and he removed his
own, he revealed do Derrick a very red, flat top haircut. While Klaus's sister
had been a picture of Aryan purity, the boy's father was quite Celtic. His skin
was almost as pale as Derrick, but covered in light freckles. He was taller
than Derrick at about five foot eight, and probably outweighed him by at least
twenty pounds, but was still quite a slender lad and quite fetching wearing
such a revealing outfit.







Korvettenkapitän, Dr.,  Klaus Schmidt, looked at the scrawny dirty
blond boy cowering in front of him in just his underclothes and shoes and
smiled a very unnerving smile to Derrick. The terrified boy could feel the
doctor's gaze burning through him and his knees started shaking. Besides not
liking doctors very much, apparently Derrick was intimidated by uniforms as
well.







 "So very nice to meet
you young man," Klaus told Derrick while cupping the boy's chin in his hand
trapping the boy with the gaze of his cold gray eyes. Klaus then looked at me,
and then to his nephew. "William, please get the instruments ready. We have a
lot of work to do this afternoon"







Daniel, with almost military bearing, snapped the heels of
his shoes together, and with his chest out and head up, almost shouted, "Yes Doctor!"
and started unpacking the bags.







Derrick looked from the other boy to the doctor, then his
eyes rolled back in his head and he fainted, falling forward right into the
arms of my good friend, the doctor.







End of Chapter 3.







Coming in Chapter 4, Derrick get's a physical exam.







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