Landlord Daddy Part 7

Author: dansplans86
Title: Landlord Daddy Part 7
Date: 03 January 2016

Thank you for all the feedback. This chapter is by far the steamiest for me so far. The story is almost over! Keep your messages coming. I also write stories on request, if you want to email me on soapstudstories@hotmail.co.uk Enjoy the story!


With my hunger and thirst sated it was hard not to feel sleepy. The blindfold kept me in the dark, the room was as warm as ever, and there was literally nothing to do. The music was still throbbing away but it was background noise by now, I couldn’t focus on it for too long. I dozed in the cage for what felt like a full night. Alan came in twice. Each time he’d walk up to the cage, murmur “Son,” to wake me, then tap the cage with his fingers. Using the tapping to guide me, I’d move my head closer until I felt his cock brush against my face. Then I’d suck obediently for a while. Both times he pulled back without cumming, simply praising me and leaving again. I was too drowsy to do more than just accept the routine and conserve my energy.

The third time he came back, I snapped to attention. I could hear him talking as he opened the door, and I detected several sets of footsteps entering the room. Someone muttered something and another laughed in response. I tried counting each set of sounds, linking them to a person. Three... four? I couldn’t tell. Then my cage was being opened. I felt a hand on my ankle dragging me, and I shuffled forward, letting the hand guide me out of the cage. Another set of hands reached under my arms and lifted me to my feet. I was standing blindfolded, surrounded by strangers. Then Alan spoke: “Gentlemen, let’s get him ready. Enjoy.” A ripple of answers greeted him and I felt my knees weaken. There were easily 6 men or more in the play-room.

The pressed in on me from all sides. The sudden sensation of hands touching me caused me to gasp, but I couldn’t form any words. The hands were all over me, running across my torso, my arms, my thighs... A hand ran down my ass and rubbed the base of the butt plug. It gripped the plug and tugged it loose. I moaned at the sensation as it slid out of me, but it was immediately replaced with fingers, how many and from how many men I couldn’t tell. Someone was stroking my cock, trying to get me hard... I felt as though I might faint. I finally found my voice. “Help me!” It sounded pathetically small, desperate. It made them all laugh. As though in response, people grabbed my ankles and I was lifted into the air, carried across the room. They bundled me into a sling – I’d been staring at it too much not to recognise it when my back rested against the cool leather. Clinking and clicking sounded as my four cuffs were locked into the corners of the sling. The hands withdrew for a few moments, and only hoarse breathing was left. I sucked in my breath. “I don’t want this, I’m not gay!” A voice in my ear made me clamp my mouth shut. “You will be, boy. Soon you’ll beg for cock.” Geoff! The old man who’d lured me into thinking I’d escaped. My mouth hung open, then someone slid two fingers inside, probing my tongue and gums. I gagged, then let out a long, loud groan as mouths descended all over my body.

The sensation was unbearable, multiple tongues running over my skin and lips kissing me all over. I could feel my eyes rolling back in my head and my cock was hard within seconds. The distant corner of my brain that was still in denial started to use the tongues to count how many people were playing with me. Both of my feet were being worshipped, with my toes being sucked and my soles being kissed. Someone was rimming me, a clean-shaven man so not Daddy. Someone had started sucking my cock while cupping my balls. Each nipple was being teased and lapped at by a talented mouth, occasionally moving to my arm-pits then returning. Someone was still pushing their fingers into my mouth. Hands were still sweeping over any exposed skin too. Someone was running their hand up and down my stomach, making my abs tense. I felt as though I was going to pass out at the total sensory overload. Meanwhile, seven total strangers were feasting on my body. Something told me that Alan was not among them. He was standing back, watching. Enjoying the show.

Finally, the person eating my ass stopped. I felt his hands on my legs as he stood up, then I felt his dick press against my hole. I moaned as he slid into me, taking my anal virginity. It didn’t hurt, except for the sensation of being filled once more. He started to fuck me, long, steady thrusts that made my rock slightly in the sling. Mouths began to peel off me as the fucking continued. The fingers withdrew from my mouth and a cock slid past my lips instantly. Their hands steered my head backwards so my throat was level with the cock. He began to fuck my face. For a minute or so it went quiet, and my world was reduced down to a few sounds; the slapping of my ass against someone’s hips, and the wet bobbing of my throat on another cock. I could also feel as much as hear the tapping of my hard cock against my abs with each thrust into my ass. Whoever was fucking me was getting faster and faster, panting with the effort. Then he growled and pushed against me, forcing the cock in my mouth down my throat. I could somehow feel him emptying his balls inside of me, and felt myself give in. From the moment I’d been carried into this room I’d known deep down that I was going to be fucked. It had happened. Part of me was relieved that it was over. Another part of me realised that I hadn’t stopped sucking the whole time.

He pulled out of my ass, and I felt him rub his hot cock against my thigh. Then, to my horror, another cock was sliding into me. They were taking turns! I moaned around the cock in my throat. In answer, it began to pour more hot cum into me. I swallowed mechanically. The man chuckled and patted my cheek as he pulled his dick free. “Good boy.” He had an accent, but I couldn’t place it. I licked my lips, took a deep breath, and admitted another cock, this one considerably larger, into my mouth.

I’d always fantasised about a gang-bang. I’d even been invited once by a kinky couple that I knew from university, but I’d excused myself at the last minute, too nervous. I couldn’t believe I’d ended up here, being stuffed at both ends by horny strangers that I couldn’t even see. The men were clearly enjoying themselves. The ones who were still waiting to fuck me started to give comments and encouragement.
“He’s a natural – hardly any gag reflex. Obedient too.” There were murmurs of agreement.
“You lucky bastard Alan! Found yourself a real long-term tenant, haven’t you?”
Daddy’s voice - No. Alan’s voice. “He’s smart too. I like ‘em smart.”
“I know what you mean. You can see the thoughts running through their heads. Real captives, the smart ones.”
“Have you seen that new paperboy? The tall one. I’ve got my eye on him. Man I’d enjoy changing him.”
“Too young, isn’t he?” Alan.
“One or two years to go,” came the answer. “Gives me time to set everything up though.”
“Urrrghhh,” grunted the man at my ass. He hammered me viciously as he came, drawing moans and whimpers from me. “Fuck, this one is good! Has he got any mates?”
Someone else stepped up and slid into me, this one with a long, thin cock. “Or any brothers?” They all laughed.
“No family,” Alan answered, “I’m working on the friends.”
“Mmmmm,” moaned the guy fucking my mouth. “Remember those brothers? The tourists?” They all started to purr in answer.
“The little one had a lot of fight,” said one.
“Gave it up in the end though,” chuckled another. “To big brother, at least.”
I started to splutter and gag. My limbs twitched. The cock in my ass stopped but didn’t pull out. The guy at my mouth did. “Breathe boy,” he told me. I started to freak out. The conversation had sent me into a wild panic.
“Please, I haven’t done anything wrong! Let me go! Please let me go! I’m not...” Alan’s hand clamped onto my mouth and I felt a bottle being pressed to my nose. I inhaled and felt my head spin. My hearing went fuzzy and my muscles sagged. The cock slid back into place and the fucking resumed, with me compliantly hanging in the sling until all seven men had emptied their balls into my body. I lost track of who was fucking me, I only began to register things again when I was taken down from the sling and carried to the chains, where I was spread-eagled, standing up. Alan stood behind me and removed the blindfold. I blinked, adjusting to the light, and began to take in my surroundings.

The men lounging around the play-room were all middle-aged or older. Two of the younger ones were in good shape, hairy and muscular. There was a fat Indian man with a coating of hair that seemed to cover his entire body. Geoff was there, thin and wiry and looking strangely out of place with his long, hard dick in his hand. Alan moved in front of me, naked this time. I couldn’t help but run my eyes up and down his body. His cock was big even in proportion to his bulky frame. The other three were old men, the kind of old guy you expect to see living out in the countryside walking dogs and reading newspapers. Some of them had cock-rings on. One had a leather chest harness on. All of them were naked, almost all of them were hard or semi-hard. They were all looking at me. Alan turned his back to me and addressed them.

“Well, that’s the meat tenderised gentlemen. Now, to taste it.” For a horrific moment I thought they were going to eat me, but Alan’s hand grabbed my cock and began to stroke it. I got hard so quickly I was humiliated. The men grinned at my body’s response. They came over, and their hands began to play across my body once more, covering every inch of my skin. I moaned and groaned like a slut, but all I wanted now was to cum. They were going to let me cum. Alan was jerking me off, but then Geoff knelt in front of me. His hand was smaller and gentler than Alan’s when it took hold of me and began to give me a delicious hand-job. I could barely concentrate on it for all of the other sensations on my body, but he used his free hand to tickle my balls and began to lap at the tip using his tongue. I tingled with pleasure, even though I was young enough to be his grandson. I kept staring at my cock, willing it to shoot. Then I felt all of my muscles tensing as I reached climax. The others began to mutter warnings to Geoff that the boy was ready. Then I cried out in ecstasy as I started to cum. Geoff angled my cock and opened his mouth wide, catching each blast on his tongue. I was fascinated at the hungry way he ate my cum, even as relief flowed through my body. Suddenly the pleasure of the massaging hands was intensified. Then I frowned in confusion as another of the men took up position at my cock and began to rub it. I twisted my body to escape the touch, but it was useless. He massaged my balls and licked my cock until, despite myself, I began to get hard again. Then he was jerking me off methodically, using the same tricks as Geoff had, and my body responded in the same way. Within 5 minutes, I spasmed and let fly another, smaller wave of cum, whim the stranger swallowed, clamping his lips around my dick as I orgasmed. They backed off, and I hung exhausted in the chains. Alan took the mitts from my hands for some reason, but it felt good to flex my fingers and feel the air on them again. Then he slid fingers up my ass. My eyes widened and I gasped, drawing a delighted response from the men. He rummaged around until he found that spot that he’d hit earlier with the fucking machine. I lifted myself off the ground trying to escape but his fingers followed me, massaging that spot. I began to whimper and moan incoherently, only vaguely aware that my cock was rising to attention once more. “ Noooo...” was all I could manage when they returned their attention to my body, and began to milk a third orgasm from me. I was in tears by the time my body jerked into its fourth climax. The fifth produced the tiniest trickle of cum, which was licked up by the Indian guy. The sixth and seventh were dry orgasms, by which time they were rubbing my G-spot, using the drugs on my nose and their mouths all over me. As the seventh orgasm gripped me, the guy kneeling in front of me could only lick my swollen glans as I arched my back as far as I could. My hands were wrapped in the chains, gripping them slick with sweat. Alan patted my stomach, the last sensation I had before I passed out.