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Disclaimer: Just in case you haven't figured it out, this 
story contains some pretty hard core BDSM themes that 
some may not like. If you don't like it, you don't have
to 
read it. It is just a story. None of the characters are
based on 
anyone real, and none of this ever happened. 
 
Note: I know I promised a few of you who wrote to me that 
certain things would happen in this chapter. I fully
intended 
to get to certain scenes, but as often happens, I went
off on 
a few tangents. In the interest of brevity, and also
getting 
something posted before I get in  Halloween party mode 
(not to mention I just received C&C Red Alert 3!), I
ended 
this chapter a teeny bit early so that I will have more
time 
to flush out certain upcoming scenes and characters. 
Compared to others, this chapter actually kind of ends 
halfway through what I had originally planned. Still I
hope 
it is enough to entertain and I hope I am forgiven!  
Marty
 
 
Derrick Gets a Father Ch6
 
When I woke up the next morning, I checked my on 
Derrick using my computer (while the dungeon was pitch 
black to the naked eye, it was bathed in UV light for my 
surveillance system) and then went through my email. My 
friend had gotten back to me with some background 
information about Derrick. He was abandoned at an early 
age and had been in the care of the foster system most of 
his life, bouncing from one home to another.  He had 
attended school, but his grades were abysmal, and he
never 
got any higher than a tenth grade level. 
 
Now that he was eighteen, the state had basically dumped 
him, and if I hadn't found him, he most likely would have 
ended up homeless, and probably die at a very early age. 
Luckily, he now had a home. He may not like his 
circumstances, but I would see to it that after I was
done 
with him, he would at least have a future. More and more
I 
was tired of the way I saw modern children raised. They 
showed a total lack of respect to their elders, and were 
infuriatingly self centered and just plain ignorant. I
would 
see to it that Derrick would be different. It would take 
work. I would have to tear him down and rebuild him.
First 
though, he was going to make us a lot of money! 
 
I went through my camera's memory card and selected the 
best of the photos I had taken, encrypted them, and sent 
them to one of my contacts. If my hunch was correct, he 
would get back to me by the end of the day with a request 
for more, along with a pretty large advance payment 
transferred to one of my off shore accounts. 
 
I also needed to get him some clothes. I had taken the
dirty 
rags he was wearing and got the sizes out of them before
I 
tossed them. That would do for short term, but for what
he 
really needed wardrobe wise, I needed a professional 
tailor's services. I was in luck, that one of my friends
had 
the right contacts in New York. I emailed him a photo of 
Derrick and asked if he could do some preliminary 
shopping in town for me, then come over to take some 
measurements and then discuss what I should get for my 
boi. I hadn't even shut down my computer, when he called 
back and said he would be delighted to go shopping for 
Derrick and would be over later in the morning. He also 
inquired if he could bring his "girl" with his as well. I 
laughed and told him that Derrick had already met Daniel, 
so he might as well meet Jody as well. I thanked him
ahead 
of time for shopping for me, and told him to take his
time 
and they were welcome whenever. 
 
For the time being though, I had work to do while Derrick 
still slept. I made my way down stairs, opened the
dungeon, 
and brought the lights up very low. Making my way over to 
where I had left my mold the day before, I got to work.
The 
stuff I used set pretty quickly, so I could pour one,
wait a 
few minutes and pour another. By the time I was done, I 
had three perfect replicas of my boi's erect penis.  They 
were black in color, and slightly squishy, but firm
enough 
to make there way where I intended them to. After 
carefully threading one of them, so it could be bolted to 
some of my equipment, I put them aside and went to wake 
up the sleeping beauty in his cell. 
 
I brought up the lights slowly and crept into his cell as
not 
to wake him. I knelt down and just looked at him closely 
while he slept. He was pretty much a mess from the night 
before, having dried cum and lord knows what else all
over 
his face, but he was still very attractive. I could tell
he 
didn't yet have to shave, which made me think he had a
lot 
of Scandinavian in him, as he also had very little body
hair. 
The pimples were a bit of a distraction, but Klaus gave
me 
a prescription that would hopefully start clearing that
up. I 
would also see to it that his diet would be appropriate
from 
now on. 
I gently pulled the blanket off of him, which kind of
stuck 
to him, as the cum acted like kind of a glue. He was
again 
filthy and needed a shower. First though, I needed to 
unhook him from all the hoses running in and out of him! 
The IV bag was empty, ensuring Derrick was completely 
hydrated, backed up by the fact that the urine bag hooked 
up to his catheter was quite full. 
 
Derrick started stirring and coming awake. I put my hand 
on his smooth sticky chest, "morning sleepy head, stay
still 
for a minute and let's get you unhooked." I got band aid 
ready, then unscrewed the IV line, and put my hand on the 
needle. I looked at Derrick, who looked a bit
apprehensive, 
but still groggy. I pulled it out quickly, and placed the
band 
aid over the small wound. "Put your finger there son," I 
told him, and he placed pressure on it.
 
Now the next part was a little trickier.  I used a syringe to 
suction out the saline in the bladder holding the
catheter in. 
Derrick started shaking when I started handling his junk, 
and started panting when he looked down at the small line 
coming right out of his foreskin. "It looks worse than it
will 
feel son. I'm going to count to three and pull it out.
One, 
two…" I pulled it out. I didn't want him flinching when I 
said three. It couldn't of hurt that much, but he still 
squealed like a little girl, obviously angry at being
tricked 
as well. 
 
I grabbed his hanging balls and squeezed them firmly. 
"Don't be such a pussy. You're a man for shit sake. No, I 
take that back. You are not a man. You are just a kid. A 
crying, squealing, sissy, cock sucking faggot of a kid!
But 
don't worry, I will make you a man eventually Derrick." I 
released his balls.
 
My words obviously stung him, and he was fighting back 
tears, trying to prove me wrong without much success. I 
unchained his ankle from the wall. "Take off those shit 
stained socks, put them in the hamper, and then go take a 
shower. Remember to clean yourself up real good, 
especially your clit and pussy." When he gave me a 
puzzled look, I sighed and grabbed his cock, "This boi,
is 
your little sissy faggot clit!" I sat down on his cot and 
pulled him over my knees. With one hand I spread his 
cheeks, and with the other I ran my finger up and down
his 
crack. "This is your pussy. Your cunt. It's one of the
parts 
of you that exists for my pleasure, so make sure it's
clean! 
Do you understand me Derrick?"
 
"Yes!" he shouted, but with a little bit too much
attitude for 
my taste.
 
SMACK! I slapped his bare butt hard. 
 
"Yes what?"
 
SMACK!
 
"OW! OW! YES FATHER!" he shouted.
 
"That's better; now go get your ass cleaned up boi." 
SMACK! I shoved him off of me to the floor. He 
scrambled to peel off the filthy socks and put them away. 
Before he went any further and got any funny ideas, I 
shackled his ankles, using a chain just short enough so
he 
would take awkward steps. I smacked his ass again and he 
hobbled, naked, but for his chains, over to the corner 
shower. "You're lucky I am in a good mood Derrick. I will 
allow you to use warm water today. Can you figure out the 
shower?"
 
"Yes Father," he replied. He grabbed the nozzle and 
adjusted the water temperature, and started hosing the 
remnants of Daniel's love juice off of him. While he 
showered, I prepared his breakfast. It didn't take me
long. 
 
I laid out another set of underwear and socks for him to 
wear. For his first whole day living with me, I chose a
nice 
tiny black string bikini, for him. It was men's
underwear, 
but I had bought it from Europe,
so they had nice small 
sizes that would fit Derrick.  To compliment his sexy 
bottoms, I also laid out a black sleeveless "muscle
shirt" 
(even though he had none to speak of) that I had cut
about 
the lower third off of, so it would show off his belly
button 
nicely. Also, since I planned to need access to most of
his 
legs that day, I put out a set of black footie socks, the
kind 
you could barely see if he was wearing shoes. By the time
I 
had that all laid out, I decided he had had enough time
to 
get cleaned up. 
 
I grabbed a towel and walked over to him at the shower.
He 
turned the water off when I got close. He looked very
cute 
standing in front of me, still trying to hide his
privates with 
his hands. I pointed to a spot in front of me. "Stand
here 
boi, and get in the position I taught you."
 
I was surprised, but he remembered and stood with his
legs 
apart as his chain would allow, and hands behind his
head. 
It was cool in the room, it was mid autumn by now and it 
would start snowing any day now, so after getting out
from 
under the hot water, his naked flesh was quickly turning
to 
goose flesh. I made sure I stayed uncomfortably close to 
him, in his "personal space" as I slowly walked around 
him, inspecting the job he did in the shower. Hi eyes
tried 
to follow me, but I quickly slapped his naked butt, hard!
 
SLAP! "Eyes forward boi! You do not move when I am 
inspecting you do you understand me?"
 
"Yes Father! Sorry Father!" His voice was quivering. 
I smiled to myself when I noticed his cock was growing, 
despite the glowing hand print I left on his butt. His
tiny tits 
were hard too, and I started running my finger around one 
as I ran my others up the crack of his ass. I held my
finger 
under his nose. It was hard to gage his reaction, as his
wet 
bangs where hanging down almost to his nose. I would take 
care of that soon enough. 
 
"Better job this time keeping your pussy clean Derrick. 
Keep it up son." I squeezed his tiny nub of a nipple for 
emphasis. 
 
I sniffed his armpits, checked his belly button (an
"innie"), 
and had him show me his hands, so I could check his
nails. 
They were in terrible shape, he obviously chewed them. 
"Don't let me catch you chewing your nails boi. If I do,
you 
will regret it, understand?"
 
"Yes Father," he whispered. All the attention I was
paying 
him was having an effect. His cock, while not completely 
hard, was definitely paying attention. His glans was 
peeking out of his foreskin. 
 
He whimpered a bit as I man handled him.  I ran his 
foreskin back, checking to make sure it was clean, and 
hefted his hairless sack in my hands. I got behind him
then 
and started to gently massage his balls, and ran another
up 
and down his chest, settling again on his right tit. It
was 
small, but now hard as a pebble, as I squeezed it gently 
between my thumb and forefinger. 
 
"Good job son," I whispered in his ear. "Nice and clean. 
Did you enjoy your shower Derrick?"  
 
I watched his little Adam's apple move as he swallowed 
and replied, "Y, yes Father." His lips were trembling and 
he was obviously afraid to say anything else. He was 
starting to shiver, as the water ran down his body and 
formed a puddle under him. 
 
"You must have enjoyed it. Your little cocklet seems to 
have enjoyed it," I whispered to him as I was then
stroking 
him to full erection. 
 
"I, I mean, I, I like to be clean." He squeaked.
 
"That's good Derrick." I said. My hand was wrapped 
around his cock now, and I was running my index finger 
over his piss slit. "Did you used to jack off in the
shower at 
the foster home? I bet you didn't have much privacy 
there?"
 
Bingo! He blushed bright red at my question to him. He 
swallowed again, "No I didn't." 
 
"Didn't jack off? Of didn't have any privacy? I mean,
come 
on, every kid jacks off Derrick. You wacked it in the 
shower didn't you?"
 
"Yes." His cock was starting to leak pre cum now. I used 
some to lube my finger, letting it slide all over his
glans. 
"Ooooh…Please stop."
 
"Relax boi. Don't you dare cum!" I could feel his legs 
weaken as he leaned back into me. 
 
"Please, I can't help it."
 
"That's why you're here Derrick. You need discipline. If 
you cum, you will be punished." His precum was making 
my hand nice and slick as it slid up and down the length
of 
his now fully aroused dick. 
 
"Oh man! Pleeeease! Stop!" 
 
I got a nice amount of his dick slime on my finger and 
brought it to his lips, and continued stroking him with
my 
other hand. I started running my finger across his lips, 
making them nice and slick. "Open up Derrick, taste 
yourself."
 
He tried to turn his head away, but I managed to force my 
finger into his mouth. Almost reflexively he started
sucking 
my digit in rhythm with my stroking. 
 
"You're a natural Derrick. You were obviously born to 
serve those who are superior to you. You just haven't
been 
taught right. You obviously like man sex. I saw the way 
you through yourself at Daniel last night!"
 
"Mmm mmm" He tried to shake his head no at me, but I 
kept my finger in his mouth. Although I had to chuckle at 
his reaction to the mention of his tormentor from the 
previous evening. 
 
"Oh you deny it to yourself boy, but just look at you.
Cock 
rock hard, sucking on my finger like it was a cock.
You're 
a natural little sissy slut boi." Once I finished
whispering 
that in his ear, I stuck my tongue in it and started working 
him over. He kept wanting to take his hands down, but I 
kept slapping them back behind his head.
 
His squeals and moans were delicious! My cock was 
already hard in my jeans, as he turned to jelly in my
arms! 
"If you cum, I guess you're telling me you want to be 
punished. You enjoy it don't you boi?"
 
Again he tried to shake his head no, but he was grinding 
back up against my hard on while I intensified my
stroking. 
"If you can hold off until I count to ten, I won't punish 
you." I whispered to him. 
 
"One" I stuck my tongue in his ear again for a few
seconds.
 
"Two" I started gently biting his neck.
 
He was panting now, and his feet were almost off the 
ground as he leaned back into me. He tried batting my
hand 
off his cock, so I took my finger out of his mouth and 
grabbed his arms and held them behind his back and 
continued stroking. 
 
"Three" I took my hand off his cock, got my index finger 
nice and lubed up from his cock snot. His cock was 
bouncing on its own, point up at an angle from his taught 
little tummy. I let go of his hands, and he grabbed his
dick 
as if trying to squeeze it shut to prevent him from 
cumming. 
 
"Four" I grazed his ass with my slimy finger. I never got
to 
five.
 
"AAAGGH! Oh Shit! OOhhh!" Despite his best effort, his 
little cannon shot off, shooting rope after rope of cum.
I 
was pretty amazed myself at the power of his orgasm, and 
watched his cum land a good couple of feet in front of
him. 
Even as he was yelling out while in orgasm, he started to 
cry. 
 
I let go of him, and he dropped to his knees sobbing. I'm 
not sure if he was more humiliated at being so easily 
manipulated, or terrified of his upcoming punishment. I 
didn't give him time to dwell on either.
 
Figuring he would need some encouragement, I retrieved 
my riding crop, and grabbed a handful of his hair and
drug 
him over to the mess he had just made on my floor. "I
told 
you not to cum Derrick. You have really disappointed me. 
Now clean up your mess this instant."
 
Tears still running down his flushed cheeks, he looked up 
at me questioningly. I sighed, "Use your mouth slut! Lick 
up your pussy juice with your mouth. Be quick."
 
More tears, "I can't do that! You can't make me do that! 
It's gross!" He was really sobbing now. 
 
I raised my crop at him. "Do I really need to use this
boi? I 
will, and I will probably enjoy it. It's up to you."
 
Defeat evident in his watery eyes, he looked down at the 
droplets of cum on the floor in front of him. He was
having 
trouble getting the will up to do as he was ordered so I 
helped him along, pressing his face to the floor, with my 
combat boot to the back of his neck.
 
"I wanna see that tongue out boi! Lick it up!" I used the 
crop on his left ass cheek. 
 
CRACK!
 
He yelped and almost raised up, but my boot kept him 
there, and he stuck his tongue out and started licking
the 
floor. Now the human tongue is obviously not made to lap 
anything up, but I had a wonderful time for the next few 
minutes watching Derrick try. All he really managed was
to 
smear the cum all over the floor and mix it with his
spit, but 
that was all I was really expecting. I was just getting
more 
turned on, watching my dripping wet boi, hair matted to
his 
head, with his face at the floor and his ass high, legs
spread 
apart as far as his leg irons would allow. I needed to
get off 
soon! 
 
"That's enough boi! The next time you have to cum, you 
better catch it in your hands. It's a lot easier to clean
up!" 
Of course, if his hands were unavailable, se la vi!
 
I picked him up from the floor, grabbed a towel and dried 
what little water was left off of him and told him to go
sit 
on his cot. I enjoyed the view of his skinny butt walking 
awkwardly back, still hobbled by the leg irons.
 
Once back in the cell I leaned down and undid his
fetters. 
"Ok Derrick, get dressed, and then its breakfast." I
handed 
him the skimpy black undies. 
 
He looked at them, and then me, and then with a sigh of 
resignation he took them from me, holding them up and 
seeing just how brief they were. He almost put them on 
backwards! I ended up taking them back from him and 
holding them open for him to step into, just like a
little boy!
 
He stepped into them reluctantly and I pulled the nice
little 
boi panties up his slender legs and tucked his little
cocklet 
into the tiny briefs as well as smoothing them out over
his 
ass. It wasn't a thong, but the rear coverage was still
small 
enough for his butt cheeks to peek out of. He looked down 
at his skimpy undies and turned bright red. I loved how 
easily this kid blushed!
 
I pointed at the shirt and socks, and went out to get his 
shoes. I had thrown them in the washer the night before, 
and while they were still ratty, at least they didn't
stink 
anymore! He was just pulling the little black footies on 
when I tossed his shoes at him. Without saying anything
he 
pulled his sneakers on then looked at me.
 
I pointed at the set of unlocked leg irons. "Put them on. 
Even though you have no where to run, I don't think I
trust 
you yet boi." 
 
"Please Father, I won't try anything. They hurt my
ankles!" 
He whined. 
 
"You just added to your punishment boi. I'm going to 
count to three." I didn't even get to one before he
locked 
the shackles around his bare ankles. 
 
"Stand up Derrick, let's have a look at you" I said.
 
He stood up, and as usual, his hands started drifting
toward 
his crotch. The tight skimpy bikini was having an effect
on 
the boi, even though he had just cum minutes before. 
 
"Ah ah", put your hands behind your head please Derrick. 
That's it. Now turn slightly toward me! Very nice. Hang
on 
I need some pictures. You are such a damn sexy sissy
boi!" 
I quickly retrieved my camera. 
 
"Now, turn around slowly." I told him. I started taking 
pictures, and put him through some more poses. Of course 
he didn't really look happy. Humiliated and dejected more 
like it, but to my audience, that would just make the 
pictures more valuable! The last pose I had him in was
with 
his hands behind his head, leaning back slightly, so that
his 
already short shirt, rose up exposing most of his tummy, 
and his half hard cock, clearly visible bulging out of
the 
tiny string bikini. The string sides were riding high on
his 
hips, almost like a girl would wear one, and the ankle
cuffs, 
riding just above his sneakers, added to the erotic
effect. I 
got the last of my photos, and decided he needed an 
appetizer before his breakfast! 
 
"Ok son, sit" I pointed at the cot. When he sat down I 
walked up to him, kicked his legs apart as wide as they 
would go and walked up to where my crotch was right at 
his face. He started at the bulge in my jeans and then 
looked up at me. I had a hard time seeing his eyes
through 
the wet locks hanging down in his face. "Unbutton my fly 
boi, and take it out," I said while brushing his hair out
of 
his eyes.  I
watched his little Adam's apple move again, 
when I smiled at him. He was so fucking hot looking! 
"Come on Derrick, we don't have all day! We have a lot to 
do. If you want anything to eat, you're going to have to
eat 
this first!" I grabbed his hand and put it on my bulging 
crotch, then rubbed it up and down.
 
"Feel that son. Feel your father's dick. You know you
were 
born to serve it boi. Now take it out!" 
 
Almost as if in a trance, he fumbled with the buttons of
my 
fly, which were hard to undo with my cock pressing out as 
it was.  I wasn't
wearing any underwear, so when he got the 
last button undone, my cock sprang out. Its full hardness 
was now staring him right in the face. I placed his hand 
under my balls. "Feel those hairy nuts boi! Those are
man's 
nuts! Not like your scrawny little bald sack!"
 
He wasn't looking up at me anymore, but was starting at 
my cock. "Come on Derrick, you know what to do. You 
know you want to. You know you have to. You were put on 
this earth to suck men's cocks boi. DO IT!" 
 
He started leaning forward toward my dick. I looked down 
and noticed his own cock fighting the confines of its
tiny 
nylon pouch. His lips were right at the tip of my dick.
He 
was totally focused on the dark purple helmet staring
back 
at him. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth and ever 
so slowly put his tongue out. My cock was leaking in 
anticipation, so I helped him along, grabbing my cock and 
rubbing just the tip of it on his tongue, then pulling
back, 
leaving a nice string of precum between my cock head and 
his lips. I watched him take a taste of my salty precum,
then 
open his mouth again and lean forward. Without any more 
prodding from me, he leaned forward again and put my 
dick head tentatively in my mouth.
"That's it boi" I whispered. Taste that cock. You are
going 
to learn to crave it Derrick. You will live to worship
this 
cock. Take it deeper boi, and watch your teeth."  He got it 
about halfway in and was running his tongue along the 
underside, doing very well for only the second time he
had 
a dick in his mouth! He must have remembered some 
technique from the night before when I raped his
mouth.  
"Mmm, not bad boi, you're learning. Take it DEEPER!" I 
pressed my dick as far as I could, until I felt the back
of this 
throat and he started to gag. I had cut off his air
supply and 
he started to panic. 
 
"Steady boi, breath through your nose!" I grabbed the
back 
of his head and held him there. His face was bright red 
now, and he was starting to struggle. I backed off a bit
and 
let him get a breath or two and then rammed my dick back 
in his mouth. "You need to learn to take it all boi! Come 
on, keep sucking, don't just sit there!" I pulled my cock
all 
the way out and let him catch his breath again. He was 
drooling all over the place, so his mouth was nice and 
slippery hot and wet! To his credit, once he caught his 
breath he looked up at me and then got his mouth around 
my tool again and started sucking. Just like the night
before 
lust was taking over from his brain. I noticed he was 
grabbing  his own
cock through his bikini while he sucked 
mine. If I had time I would have batted it away, but I
had to 
cum, right then and there! I was about to force feed him
my 
load of spunk, but at the last second I had a better
idea. 
 
Shoving him off my dick,  I grabbed his breakfast that was 
sitting on the floor under his cot, which was a bowl of
now 
cold oatmeal with some banana sliced on top of it. I
aimed 
my cock at it and shot my load all over the top of his
cereal. 
I couldn't match his volume of cum, but it was still a
nice 
respectable load now coating the top of his oatmeal!
 
Once I recovered I looked at Derrick, who was looking 
from me to the bowl I had just shot my load in. I also 
noticed a large wet spot forming in his black undies. The 
little slut creamed himself while sucking me off!
 
"What the hell did you do to yourself boi!" I yelled at
him.
 
"I, I don't know. I'm sorry Father, it just happened. 
Honest!"
 
I had to work hard not to smile at him right then. "That's 
twice you have cum without permission Derrick. Honestly, 
you are a little cum hungry slut boi. You have no self 
control at all. I will deal with you later. For now you
can sit 
in your own mess and think about what you have done. 
Here eat your breakfast!" I handed him the metal bowl 
holding the contents of his breakfast.
 
Oh the look on his face! "I , I can't eat that! It's got
your 
stuff on it!" He whined. 
 
"Young man, you are in deep enough trouble. You are 
going to eat everything in this bowl even if I have to
force 
it down your throat. I have some tools from Dr. Schmidt 
that I could use if you keep arguing!"
 
One mention of Klaus, and the thought of him and his 
nephew was all it took. He picked up the bowl, and looked 
around for a spoon.
 
"You haven't earned the right yet to eat like a man. Use 
your fingers, and you better damn well eat everything in 
there." I warned.
 
He looked down at the contents, then back at me, then
back 
at the food again. Sighing, he used two fingers to scoop
up 
a load and muttered, "I hate bananas." He put the cum 
covered mix into his mouth and made such a cute ugly face 
as he fought to swallow it. It took a few tries, but he
got it 
down. I think he then realized how hungry he was and 
started eating in earnest. Of course I had to take
pictures of 
him eating his protein supplemented breakfast, while
sitting 
in his cum soaked panties. I was sure they would sell
quite 
well. Suitably humiliated, when he was done he stared up
at 
me with oatmeal all over his face and hands. I told him
to 
stay where he was, and brought back a wet cloth and 
cleaned him up nicely. 
 
"Ok Derrick, you are going to get measured for some 
clothes today, but in the meantime some friends of mine
are 
picking some things up for you. They should be here soon, 
but in the meantime, as you obviously can't keep your 
hands off yourself, I'm going to make sure you stay out
of 
trouble. Let's go."
 
I pulled him up and held his arm as I led him, shuffling, 
chain rattling out of his cell and over to my St.
Andrew's 
cross. He didn't fight as I attached nice thick wide
leather 
cuffs to his wrists and locked them in place with small 
padlocks. He did appear afraid when I locked his arms to 
the cross high above him and spread wide apart. Still,
even 
in his fear, his cock was still not totally soft, even
though 
he had already cum twice that morning. Oh to be eighteen 
again! I undid his leg irons, replacing them with leather 
ankle cuffs, matching the ones on his wrists. When I was 
done, he was in a very sexy spread eagled pose on my 
cross. Picture time again! His taught belly was stretched 
tight and in full view as his half shirt was riding high
on 
him, his pale white skin a nice contrast to his black
shirt, 
bikini brief and sneakers! He was breathing hard and 
testing his bondage, but seemed resigned that he could
not 
escape. I had some things to do upstairs so  before I left 
him there I set up the  entire dungeon to be blacked out but 
for a spotlight on him. To keep him company though, I set 
up a slide show mixing all the pictures I had taken so
far of 
him, along with some other really kinky
"twink/older"  
bondage stills and video clips. I set it up with an
ominous 
"scary" music type soundtrack playing softly in the 
background. Before I left, I grabbed his cum soaked
briefs, 
squeezed his half hard cock and kissed him, forcing my 
tongue into his mouth, until he relented and submitted, 
allowing me to fuck his mouth a bit. He was moaning and 
cooing a bit before I broke it off. Noticing he was now
fully 
hard, or at least in as much as his underwear would
allow, I 
left him there and locked the dungeon. 
 
End of Chapter 6
 
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