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 Author: Mwriter65
Title: Derrick Gets a Father
Part: 6
Summary: Derrick, an orphan who is struggling with his sexuality, runs

   away from his foster home looking for a new life.  Unfortunately he runs
into the wrong man.
Keywords: Mm BDSM NC

   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.



   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 an official runway, at sixteen, 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 mens 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 sixteen 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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