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(Mm, nc, rp, inc, oral, anal, v, tor) *** The three (3) stories below are (c) Copyright 2005-7, by mickmack. All World Wide Rights Reserved. These three (3) stories are the completed tale of a totally fictional event. Your feedback would be greatly appreciated. It is gay erotica and is intended to be read by persons who are 18 years of age or older, and by persons that enjoy gay erotica. The material covered in this story and all other accompanying parts of this story are fictional. Any similarities to persons living or dead are pure coincidence. Please Note: "Uncle Max" (Story 0ne), "Chris' Story" (Story Two), and "Diary Days: Jason's Journal" (Story Three), complete the Diary Days' Trilogy in their entirety. (To all those interested readers who have waited patiently for so long, I do apologise for the long delay in completing this epic trilogy) Please send your comments to: mickmack999@yahoo.com.au *** Diary Days' Trilogy... (Revised) Story One - Uncle Max Part One -------- "Goddamit, fag! Watch them fucking teeth!" I roared in anger, quickly yanking my faggot whore boy's loudly sucking mouth off my hard leaking cock by his short blond hair, before slapping him viciously across his bewildered and frightened face. "Now do it properly and suck harder, deeper!" I ordered, glaring with satisfaction as he choked back a whimpered sob, then immediately bent his head back down and swallowed the full length of my rock-hard dick into his open slobbering hot moist mouth. He should have known better anyhow, especially after a year of blowing me every night and day. Fact is, he should have been an expert cocksucker by now. Don't know how many times I've had to beat the living crap out of him for the same fucking thing. His perfect pearly white teeth roughly grazing the sides of my quivering ready-to-burst cock as he tried to deep throat me. Fact was, I didn't want to feel them teeth of his at all. His job was to do it perfectly, do it just the way I liked it, and make sure he made me feel really, really good every time. Just kneel naked between my widely spread thick hairy legs, with his arms behind his back, and take my huge erect cock all the way into his mouth and suck me off like his life, his very existence, depended on it. "Look up into my eyes and moan like the faggot whore that you are while you're blowing me, whore! How many times I gotta fuckin tell you?" I barked angrily, feeling the anger welling up in me as I stared menacingly into his upturned hazel coloured tear-filled eyes. Then as I watched, with the anger beginning to turn into rage because once again I'd needed to remind him of how I liked my blow jobs, the corners of his painfully stretched 'O' shaped mouth suddenly turned upwards in his sad attempt at smiling. And as he obediently smiled while stretching his tight lips around the large width of my spit lubed uncut dick, he quickly bobbed his head even faster and deeper down the thick length of my heavily veined shaft while moaning loudly and keeping his eyes on mine. Finally, as his oral efforts and loud moaning began to produce the desired stimulating effect on my rampant leaking cock, I settled back into my armchair and keeping my eyes fixed on his, I relaxed properly for the first time since he'd gotten home from school that late afternoon. "That's good, fag! Feels really nice now! In fact, feels just like how your old ma used to suck my dick!" I declare contentedly, maliciously, watching him flinch at the mention of his mother and the tears spill from his eyes down his gorgeous cheeks as he stared up at me. Finally, as I settled back even further in my favourite comforter lounge chair and stretched my legs out wider, I took another mouthful of beer and pushed his stretched lips down further to the hairy base of my cock. And as his head moved up and down quickly as he sucked me off, the sucking and moaning sounds echoing loudly throughout the lounge room, I balanced the beer can on top of his bobbing head, and while making sure it didn't fall off, I thought about how wonderful life was. Of how life can really bring just rewards to those who wait patiently. Part Two -------- I mean, when you think about it, it was only three years ago I met this faggot's ma. From the start, I was having to hump that whore practically all the time, just so I'd have a place to stay, a frig full of beer and access to as much easy money as I needed. A widow with two growing teenage boys, she'd literally thrown herself at me to get into my pants, so I'd done her a favour and fucked her stupid every opportunity I could, and every position I could think of. And then a year later, we got married. No-one was more surprised than I was, cause, in truth, I really couldn't stand the cunt. All I saw in her was a fucking useless whore, only good for getting me rocks off, giving me money whenever I demanded it, and as much grog as I wanted. But then suddenly I was a married man, co-owner of her house, controller of her finances and instant step- daddy to her two young teenage sissy boys. I knew her kids hated me from the moment I laid my eyes on them. I could see it in their eyes, but I didn't care. As long as they stayed out of my way, that's all that mattered. And all I had to do was pork her over and over again, in her mouth, her pussy and up her arsehole. Talk real dirty to her, real hateful stuff as I fucked her. And as I pounded her, hurting her, degrading her, sometimes even beating her around her face as I fucked her, I realised what I was doing and saying wasn't all that far from how I really felt about her. Fact was, she really only loved thing about me, and that was the size of my humungous dick and huge hairy balls, which by anyone's estimate was larger than the average man. With an uncircumcised cock 8½" long, and 3" wide erection when I was fully hard, with fat hairy low hanging walnut sized testicles, she became a nympho whore slut whenever I dropped my draws. But by the time the oldest boy had turned 17, well, I'd already become bored with the slag. In fact, both teenage boys were looking mightily attractive to me by then, both being slim, smooth, mostly hairless and so youthfully girlish in their own adolescent way. And honestly, if I'd had my way back then, they'd have both been swinging from the end of my hard cock by both their mouths and arseholes, every day and night of the week. Anyway, over time, she'd become useless to me, all loose, sloppy and saggy. The cunt would just lay there sobbing with lust whenever I pounded away, me doing all the work. No fun whatsoever. No enjoyment at all. A fucking waste of my energy. So it didn't take me long to work out that I had to get rid of her somehow. At first, I just sprinkled small amounts of rat poison onto her breakfast cereal, and then small amounts of other household poisons, pesticides and toxins mixed into any food I prepared for her. Also, had to make sure she'd left me everything, with no loopholes to dispute. Once she was out of the way, I could get rid of the brats by placing them in state care and forgetting the bastards even existed. I mean, they weren't my kids, they weren't my responsibility. Sure as hell didn't want them hanging round, sponging off my inheritance. Took 8 long months for her to die, 8 months too long in my opinion. The death certificate, signed by a doddering, stupid old coroner just about to retire, stated that her death had been brought on by being exposed to too many toxic chemical compounds found around the home. It was declared there were no suspicious circumstances, so there was no long investigation and the case was dropped quickly. As soon as the funeral was over, I had her remains cremated. No body, no evidence. Part Three ---------- Yeah, so people might call me a murderer, a callous inhuman bastard. I don't care. No-one will ever know, and who gives a shit. I mean, look at me. I ain't the prettiest person around town, and at 57, 6' 4" tall, nearly bald, huge barrel of a chest, a bloated beer gut, hairy all over my back, arms, legs, stomach and chest, and permanently unshaven, I'm not likely to meet some gorgeous wench who'd throw herself at me. So when opportunities like meeting this cunt come a knocking, in my book, you grab them, tackle them, and then go with the flow. So there I was, owner of my own house now, and with more money than I needed. The only problem was, what to do with the two faggot kids. I'd watched them carefully over the last few months, worried that they might have become suspicious over their mother's deteriorating health. But I needn't have worried. They were so concerned about their mother, they hardly took any notice of me, or what I was doing. Chris, the eldest boy, was always with his mum, sitting next to her while she was bedridden, speaking softly to her as he held her hand. At 17, he was actually a fine looking lad. The faggot actually stood tall at 5' 9". And when he walked around the house without a shirt or t-shirt on, wearing nothing more than his tight bikini jockey briefs that hid nothing and left nothing to the imagination, well of course I'd take notice of how well developed he was for a kid his age. Can't blame me that I definitely started noticing how well chiselled and smooth his hairless chest was, how large his brown pouting nipples were, and how lean taut and hairless his stomach was. With long limber muscled smooth legs and a youthful cute boyish face that women, young and older, would probably swoon over, it didn't take me long to start fantasising about him sucking my dick and taking it up his tight bung-hole. I gotta say that even though I started to lust after him, imagining his mouth sliding up and down the length of my dick, I still didn't like him one bit. He seemed far too confident for my liking, and he definitely had more than I ever had when I was his age. I was never the local sports jock or star swimming champ when I was at school, and no girls would ever look at me in lust or want me to take them to the local school prom dance. All I saw was a blond haired, hazel eyed slender yet finely muscled youth who had the world at his feet, and young women clambering to see what he had in his pants. To me he was nothing more than a whore, a filthy little slut just like his mother. If anything, I figured he was probably just a closet fag, craving cock whenever he snuck out of the house to go to school, or letting his friends fuck him whenever he when to play with them. Still, it didn't matter really, cause soon I'd be breaking him in and using both his holes for my own personal sexual pleasures. His brother Jason, at 15, was really only a smaller version of Chris, standing tall at 5' 6". Just like his faggot brother, he too had a smooth slender body, a cherubic face and crystal blue eyes, a freckled button top nose and pouting thick red lips. I knew he was a fag straight away, as he was more sensitive than his brother, wandering around the house in a state of misery as his mum got sicker. Always seemed to have tears in his queer eyes, and that made me angry. So angry at times that all I wanted to do to him was rip his pants down, bend him over my lap, paddle his arse cheeks, and then deep fuck him brutally, over and over again. Then he'd know what crying and what misery really meant. Chris was always there for him though, hugging him closely and telling him everything was okay, that he wouldn't let anything happen to him. Telling Chris that he'd always be there for him and their mother would eventually get better soon. Made me feel sick just watching them as they comforted each other. Just like real fags do. And all the time they avoided me, staying out of my way whenever I was around. That's when I decided I'd keep them both. I would keep them with me, use their tight firm bodies for my pleasures. And they would let me. They would perform for me and do it willingly. I would manipulate and blackmail them into letting me dick them both, up their arseholes and in their mouths whenever I wanted to. And they would thank me every time. They would show their deep appreciation by thanking me over and over again as I turned them both into my own personal sex slaves. And when I was sick and tired of their faggot services, when they started getting too old and began to bore me, well, I'd work out the best way I could dispose of them, just like I'd done with their mother. Part Four --------- Yeah, life's good! Chris, my 17 year old step-son, my own personal faggot whore boy, had just finished blowing me. And like the good obedient faggot he was, he'd swallowed all my spunk, licked the slime from the inside of my foreskin, tongued and sucked the full length of my cock and my huge hairy balls squeaky clean, before finally taking my still semi-hard cock back into his mouth as he drank down all my piss. Usually once I've cum, and with all the beer I've drunk while he's sucking me off, I tend to need to take a leak straight away. But like all the times before, I didn't want to move from my favourite position, sitting slouched back and legs spread apart, with Chris kneeling naked between them, his head in my lap and my dick still in his mouth, and me watching whatever's on TV. Honest, when you're just so comfortable as I am, and have your own personal cocksucker like I do, it's just so much easier to just make him keep my cock in his mouth and let him drink up all my piss. He's a good faggot whore boy really. Learns real quick too. Kind of glad now I didn't pack him off to the state orphanage, or just kick him out, like I'd originally planned. Chris, my faggot whore boy, at 17, looks great as he stays kneeling between my legs, my now limp dick still wedged firmly in his cock sucking mouth. His gently suckling it, ever so tenderly but not blowing me. He's just keeping it warm and wet, and like a good fag, like the whore he is, he keeps his soulful sad hazel coloured eyes open at all times, staring real sexy-like up into my face while smiling real sensual-like around the girth of my dick. I like it when he does that. Always have. It means he knows what the score is. He knows who the boss is. He also knows that he'll be staying in this position until I'm ready to go to bed, by which time my cock should be rock-hard again, ready to plough deeply into his stretched yet still tender boy-pussy. It's been like this for over a year now. Him on his knees blowing me, and then us both retiring to my bed so I can use him like a whorish woman for the rest of the night. Part Five --------- "You're getting a little loose and sloppy lately, fag! Better start exercising and tightening your boy-pussy if you don't want me to send you away and start using your brother's tight vagina!" I grunted into his ear as I slammed my cock in and out of his stretched cunt hole. Chris, who I now call my 'faggot whore boy', lay flat on his back, his firm creamy white buttock raised high up off the mattress, his arse cheeks spread wide apart, as my dick slammed in and out of his anus. His long smooth muscled legs are bent at the knees, hanging over my shoulders, and his ankles and feet are flopping and bouncing about on my hairy back, as I slam-fucked him repeatedly, brutally. "Please Daddy, I promise I'll do my pussy exercises! I'll make you feel good, really good, I promise Daddy! Please Daddy!" Chris pleaded and begged in a frightened stuttering soft girlish voice as I continued pounding him. Then, full of fear that I might actually send him away from his only brother, and that I might actually fuck his brother as I savagely as I was now fucking him, Chris' painfully stretched anus began gripping and undulating tightly up and down the full length of my thrusting rigid cock. Oh god he was good! Really fucking good! Way better than his ma! With the full weight of my huge hairy, sweat-covered body laying heavily on top of him, forcing the breath out of his lungs and squashing him down into the hard mattress beneath us, Chris gritted his teeth and forced his red-raw arsehole to close up tightly around my thrusting pounding cock. And even though my thick plunging cock ripped in and out of his boy-pussy with a brutal riveting force that made him rebound back and forth and judder uncontrollably beneath me, he still somehow managed to squeeze his anal muscles tighter around my thrusting organ, making his abused bunghole caress and massage my throbbing cock as it pummelled and pounded in and out at a furious pace. I'd been fucking him for over 30 minutes non-stop, trying to stall myself from cumming by slowing down when I came to close, and speeding up when the mood took me And to be honest, I felt ecstatic! I could feel my approaching orgasm intensifying. Placing my thick lips back over his trembling mouth, I frenched him long and deep, fucking his mouth as I fucked his pussy. And true to form he responded the way I'd taught him to, bucking his hips in perfect rhythm to my thrusting cock and sucking firmly on my probing tongue. Then finally I let myself go, shuddering and quivering all over as I spunked deeply into his bowels. Groaning and moaning aloud, biting down on his soft and slippery tapered tongue, I realised just how powerful my orgasm had been, just how intense it had been as I shot the biggest load of spunk up my faggot whore boy's pussy, filling him up completely, so much so that the sounds of squelching and squishing echoed grossly throughout my bedroom as I continued to hammer fuck him. Finally, exhausted, I slowed down and pulled out, rolling onto my back. Immediately Chris got off his back and crawled between my legs to start licking my very sensitive and wilting cock clean. Again it felt good. It all felt very good and wonderful! Yes, Chris had come a long way from the first night I had awoken him and told him my conditions for allowing him to stay within my home. And as I lay there enjoying the afterglow of one of the most fantastic fucks I'd had in a long time, and my young faggot boy whore began thanking me loudly for fucking his pussy hard in his little girl's voice, while at the same time running his pert flicking tongue all over my hairy sweat covered body, I remembered that long ago discussion we'd had, as if it were just yesterday. Part Six -------- It happened on the evening after their mother's funeral, when both Chris and his younger brother Jason had gone to bed exhausted and drained. I'd stayed up drinking in the lounge room, downing about five beers before I decided it was time to have a little word with Chris, to explain to him the choices he would have to make. I admit to being a bit drunk that night, and stripped down to my over-stretched y-front briefs as I usually do when I'm watching TV, I watched him keenly as he followed me out of his bedroom. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and complaining about how late it was, I knew I had to have him tonight. There's something sexy about looking at a young tall 17 year old teenage youth standing before you in nothing more than a pair of tight jockey briefs that bulges slightly from having an unconscious sleep induced semi- hard erection. And with skin so smooth, with no trace of hair on a finely muscled slender long body, an oval face so smooth and pretty, yet unmistakably evolving into an extremely handsome manly face, well, you get the picture. I swear I could smell his youthfulness, his boyish yet manly fragrance wafting over me from where I sat in my comforter, a sweet yet masculine scent that exuded from his growing body, heightening my senses and making me as horny as hell. "Sit down, boy! Time for you and me to have a talk!" I announced quickly, eager to get on with what I had planned for the evening. "I'm real sorry about your ma, boy, but now she's gone I gotta make some tough decisions on what to do with you and your little brother. Unfortunately I can't keep you both. Just don't got enough money to support us all!" I informed him a short sad rumbling voice. "So, I decided I gotta send you off, you being the oldest and better able to look after yourself, to the local state run orphanage. See, I can look after your brother, and he can pay his keep around here by doing odd jobs and such, and that'll keep him in school, you know, pay his way!" I announced. "You though, well, we gotta be practical about all what's happened, boy. A growing boy like you, constantly eating, needing lotsa money for your schooling, well, I'm sure you'll understand why it's gotta be this way!" I concluded, watching his reaction as I sat back, scratching my bulging crotch openly in front of him. At first he just stared at me, completely confused. Trying to work out in his brain what I was saying to him. And to my amazement, I actually thought he was going to attack me, try and hit me. I could see his hands opening and closing into fists and his tight sexy body trembling real bad. Not that I was scared or anything like that. Me, I got 100lb over him and would've just swatted him down to the ground like an irritating gnat. But then tears came into his beautiful eyes, flowing down his handsome cheeks as he leant forward, staring at me in a desperate, beseeching way. "Please don't send me away from my brother, Uncle Max. He's all I've got left. He needs me more than ever now. I'll do anything you want, anything! But please don't send me away!" He stammered out, his tight smooth chest heaving as he tried to contain his emotions. And that was how it started. I knew I had him. He would do anything I demanded to stay in my house, to be close to his brother. But more persuasion was needed. More intimidation was required. Part Seven ---------- "I dunno boy! I mean, I really miss your ma and all, but now I gotta look to the future, if you know what I mean?" I answered him. "I mean, if I got you hanging around, I won't be able to begin rebuilding my life after my terrible loss! I wont' be able to start dating or nothing. Your little brother I can explain away, but you, well, it wouldn't be right, would it! Don't get me wrong now boy! I loved your ma, but life's gotta go on!" I continued. "And you look so much like her! I don't know if I want to be constantly reminded of how much I miss her with you around! That wouldn't be right now, would it, boy! Besides, I know you don't like me, so why would you want to stay here anyways!" I finished. "Please Uncle Max, I'll do anything, but please don't send me away! Please don't separate Jason and me! I'll do anything you want, anything, Uncle Max!" Chris implored even more desperately. "Well, maybe we could come up with some sort of an arrangement then?" I said, faking concern. The look on his face was priceless as a glimmer of a small smile transformed his utterly despairing face. "Maybe if you were to take your ma's place, like doing all the housework, the laundry, the cooking, shopping and all. And if you did all that, then maybe you could stay here with your brother! But you'd have to keep up your grades at school too, boy. Can't let them slip, you know! And do all your sports too!" I said, shaking my head as if I wasn't sure this was the best thing to do. "Yes, I'll do it all, Uncle Max! I'll study hard, do the housework and make you real proud of me!" Chris responded enthusiastically, eagerly, shaking with emotion as he sat perched on the edge of the lounge leaning forward towards me. "Well, that'd be ok, I suppose! But you'd have to do everything that your ma did for me! Everything! Understand! Otherwise I gotta go out and find me a new woman and marry up, and she probably won't want you two hanging around if we was to get married and all!" I said slowly, waiting for my words to sink in, waiting for his reaction. At first he just sat there confused and all, not sure what I was saying. And then it occurred to me that this young 17 year old teenage boy was still probably a virgin. That he'd never done anything sexual at all in his short life, except maybe jerk off. "I don't understand. What else do I have to do?" Chris answered softly, shaking his head slowly as he tried to understand what I was asking. "You'd have to share my bed too, boy! Just like your mother did! You'd have to do everything she did to make me happy. And if you do it, and do it real good, as well as do all the house work, and study hard at school, well then, you can stay and look after your little brother!" I stated firmly, staring at him, watching his reaction as I continued to rub the front of my underwear, letting him see how horny I was. The disgust and revulsion that swept his cute face was precious. He sat there shivering, glaring at me, unable to move. "No way! That's dirty! That's filthy!" He spat at me, trying to contain himself as the full impact of what I'd suggested struck home. "Ok then! Well, you better have your stuff packed by early morning, then say your farewells to your little brother, and I'll drive you to the courts. It's your choice, and I don't want to force you to do anything that you don't want to do. Maybe your brother will be nicer to me when you're gone! Real nice! What do you think?" I said with finality. Chris stared at me in stunned silence. I could literally see what was going on in his mind. I could see how he fought to contain the horror filled his very being. "Right, back to bed with you then. We've got an early start and I need to get some sleep now!" I announced, dismissing Chris and indicating he could leave. "Wait! Please Uncle Max, I'll do it! I'll do whatever you want, but please let me stay!" Chris said wretchedly, hanging his head in shame. And that was how I finally forced Chris to make the decision to serve me as my own personal faggot whore boy. Part Eight ---------- There's nothing more rewarding and empowering than watching a young frightened 17 year old straight boy strip for you against his will. There's nothing more erotic than ordering him to stand before you and slowly masturbate himself, knowing that he's in shock, feeling totally humiliated, and there's nothing he can do but obey you completely. Chris was like that. Utterly ashamed and humiliated by what I was making him to do. "Stand up and slide them girly knickers down to your ankles real slow, boy! Make it look real sexy for me" I ordered, licking my lips in anticipation as I reached down beside the side of my chair to pick up the digital camera I'd placed there earlier in the evening. At the sight of the camera in my hands, Chris suddenly broke down and started blubbering like a little baby. I mean, all I could do was sneer at him, at this supposedly big straight teenage lad of 17, big guy around high school, crying his eyes out like the faggot I knew he was. "No crying, boy! Be a man, for Christ sake! And smile, or you can go pack your things now! I'm sure your brother will love doing this for me!" I chuckled nastily, watching him instantly pull himself together. "Anyway, gotta have some snapshots of our honeymoon, boy! Wouldn't be the same if you was to renege on our agreement and try an run off with your little brother later on, would it now!" I said, bringing the camera up to my left eye and snapping off a few pictures of him standing horror-struck before me. And Chris, completely red faced, did my bidding, slowly lowering his tight jockey briefs to reveal to me for the first time his flaccid uncut 4½" penis with just a hint of fine blond pubic hair surrounding the base of his rather tick cock shaft. "Now slowly jerk off for me! Show me how hard it gets! And smile, boy! Smile real sexy-like and make it look real good!" I ordered happily. And as he started slowly stroking his limp dick, sliding his small length of foreskin back and forth over his pink coloured cock-knob, I began taking photos of him. "That's it boy! Faster now, get it all hard for your new Daddy!" I said luridly, while taking more pictures of him. It was a magnificent jerk off, one that eventually ended up with Chris' limp dick rising up to a full erection at just over 6 inches. Admittedly it took him a while to get hard, my new faggot whore boy being totally embarrassed by what he was doing. But after a few more threats from me, and the offer that we could still call this off and he could depart in the morning, he finally got himself into a rhythm that had me pulling my own cock out with one hand and jerking off in time with him, while I continued to photograph him with the other. It was so arousing, so erotic. The look of humiliation on his cute gorgeous tear streaked scrunched up face as he masturbated was incredible. The quick rapid strokes he ran up and down his hard teen dick, his legs spread wide apart as he stood before me with his underwear tangled around his ankles, his plump low hanging hairless balls jiggling and bouncing about lewdly between his smooth inner thighs before gradually bunching up, fat and full with his boy juices as he neared his first orgasm in front of me. And his tall lean body trembling all over as his muscles contracted and rippled magnificently. Then suddenly he moaned softly, bucked his hips back and forth for the last time, his boy spunk spurting high in the air before spiralling down and splattering all over the carpet between us. I sat there spellbound. I felt like the luckiest man alive. Here before me stood my new faggot whore boy, exhausted from having just jerked himself off to an all powerful exquisite orgasm, and I'd photographed every bit of the action. Part Nine --------- I was so hot by this time. So fucking horny and ready for him to suck me off. And as he stood there before me, his head hanging in utter shame, completely naked except for his crumpled underwear wrapped around his slightly parted ankles, weeping silently while trying to shield his dick and balls with his hands from my view, I quickly got up and stood before him. "Time for a blow job, boy! Time to show me how grateful you really are!" I stated, letting him know there was no arguing now. Then placing my large calloused hand on his silky smooth yet finely muscled shoulder, I proceeded to roughly push him down onto his knees in front of me, with my throbbing erect cock only inches from his lips. Needless to say, it was an incredible blow job. And although he sobbed softly throughout it all, it didn't take me long to teach him what I liked, and how I liked it done. And for a supposedly straight 17 year old boy, turned out he was one hell of a quick learner as well. Staring down at the top of his blonde head as he knelt before me, I instructed him in the finer points of how I liked to get blown, photographing his grimacing face as he kissed and licked my big hairy balls for over tem minutes, lathering them up with his saliva before taking each one into his mouth and gently sucking them dry. Then it was on to my massive cock, using his quivering lips and tongue to lick and slurp up and down its full length while making sure the thick veined shaft was thickly covered and dripping with his spit. Eventually I made him take my huge mushroom-shaped knob into his tight hot moist mouth, ordering him to open wide as he sucked and licked on my piss slit, before sliding as much of my cock shaft as he could to the back of his throat. A few gags, and the touch of his teeth on my dick resulted in me viciously bitch slapping him a number of times around his startled frightened face until he got it right. Within 20 minutes, I was face fucking him hard, holding his head tightly in place as I humped my cock in and out of his violently gagging throat, while at the same time squashing his cute upturned nose flat against my thick pubic bush surrounding the base of my dick. The sounds of my huge hairy bull balls slapping against his chin were music to my ears, and even though he continued to gag and whimper at times as I fucked his mouth, he dutifully sucked me as best he could. Then finally I felt my balls tighten up, my cock spasm and expand thickly and before I knew it, I flooded his throat and mouth full of my man seed. Copious amounts that spurted endlessly, filling his mouth to overflow, and leaking out of the corners of his widely stretched lips as I ordered him to swallow it all. And swallow he did. He had no choice, as I kept his slobbering gagging sperm-filled mouth covering my entire cock the whole time, not letting him move until he had gulped it all down. And as I looked down on his blonde head while still taking photos of him giving me his first ever blow job, I noticed how his stretched lips touched my pubes, how his small Adams apple bobbed up and down furiously as he swallowed the last of my spurting sperm, how my big hairy balls lay flush wet and heavy against his chin, and I thanked god again for giving me this faggot whore of a slut, who would now look after all my sexual needs. Part Ten -------- For me, fucking is the best. Now don't get me wrong, a good blow job is worth its weight in gold. But nothing gets me going more than a good old fashion missionary fuck, with legs dangling over my shoulders or wrapped tightly around my waist, and me pounding away, hard, rough and brutal. It's the ultimate erotic high really. A total sense of power and control over whoever I'm fucking. And as I stared down into my new faggot whore boy's miserable face, his mouth still stuffed full of my cock as I stood over him, I knew I would be fucking him stupid within the hour, making him squeal like a pig, hurting him as hard as I could. But firstly I needed to lay the ground rules. Just because he'd performed his first ever blow job on me didn't mean I was going to go easy on him now. That he was somehow off the hook and life would go back to normal. You don't do that with faggot whores, give them false hope and then take it away. You make sure from the very beginning that they know who's the boss, and teach them quickly what makes you feel good. So, straightening my back, I instantly reached over and back handed him stingingly across his face. And then again the opposite way. "Now get me a cold beer and take it into my bedroom! And when I come in, I'd better find you on your back, your legs up high in the air and wide apart. And you'd better be playing with that little prick of yours, faggot, getting it all nice and hard for me! Understand, whore!" I snarled cruelly, menacingly down into his frightened face. Chris just stared up at me in shock silence for a moment, and then dropping his red-flushed eyes in utter defeat and humiliation, he obediently got up and rushed into the kitchen. Chuckling contentedly to myself, I sat back down in my comforter and changed the channel on the TV. I could hear him rustling around a bit in the kitchen, the frig door opening and closing, and then the soft patter of bare his feet as he hurried into my bedroom. Yes, life was good! In fact, it was just about to get a hundred times better. Part Eleven ----------- "Keep playing with your dick, but don't cum, boy!" I said to Chris as he lay on his back in the centre of my bed, with his legs wide apart in the air. He was slowly masturbating himself, while at the same time tickling, cupping and gently squeezing his plump hairless balls as I set up the video camera on top of the chest of drawers at the opposite end of the bedroom facing him. After 15 minutes watching TV, I'd finally switched it off and, making sure all the house doors were locked and secured, that all the lights were switched off, I made my way to my bedroom to find my new faggot whore boy doing exactly what I'd instructed him to do. The image was perfect, the vision sensational. There he lay, staring at me in fear through his raised parted legs, playing with his dick as I'd ordered. And as I glared back, I couldn't help but notice his small puckered pink ringed arsehole, fully exposed to my view. I couldn't help but notice the few tiny blond hairs that circled the entrance to his tight boy pussy. Yes, he would be tight, oh so tight! I knew instantly I would definitely enjoy sliding my long thick cock up into that tiny cavity, stretching it until he screamed in pain and agony. But firstly, time to make sure he didn't have a change of heart. Time to make sure he stuck to our arrangement and didn't go off half-cocked to the police any time in the near future. "Now boy, I want you to look into the camera and smile as sexy as you can, and tell me how much you want to do this! Also, I want you to start calling me Daddy from now on, and tell me how much you like sucking on your Daddy's big juicy cock!" I said menacingly, watching closely as Chris continued to quickly stroke the length of his erect teen dick. Then just as I was zooming in on him fisting his stiff prick with rapid hand strokes, he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks and tried to cover himself up. The look on his face was one of pure rage, and to my complete surprise, he tried to get up off the bed with his fists raised to attack me. What a stupid fag I thought, as I instantly stepped forward and quickly punched him in the stomach, pushing him back onto the bed. And as he gasped for breath while struggling to get up again, I quickly knelt over him and began slapping him over and over again across his face, punching him viciously in the gut and reaching down to grab hold of and squeeze his plump teenage balls tightly in my large fisted hand. "You do what I tell you to do, or I'll have to hurt you real bad now, and then you're out of here tomorrow. Maybe your little brother will be better behaved when I make him do this instead! Understand faggot?" I growled loudly, angrily, slapping him even harder. With the sudden fight gone out of him, Chris began weeping uncontrollably, trying to fend off my slapping, battering cruel hands while also trying to protect himself from my solid punches. "Now what do you say to me, huh? What do you call me from now on, fag? And you'd better keep your voice down if you don't want your little brother to wake up and see you like this, you fucking slut!" I snarled down at him maliciously as I continued to squeeze his tortured boy balls even tighter, then proceeded to slam my fist into his face and stomach. With tears streaming down his face, he gasped out in intense agony as I increased the pain on his nuts and slapped him hard across his face again. "Sorry Daddy! Please don't hurt me anymore Daddy! Please Daddy! I'll be good Daddy! I'll do whatever you want Daddy!" He choked out brokenly, trying to keep his voice low, as I finally let go of his testicles and back handed savagely one more time across his face. Part Twelve ----------- The video camera captured it all. A wonderful visual moving montage of Chris lying back in the centre of my bed and, with his long smooth muscular legs spread wide apart high in the air, masturbating himself slowly as he answered all the questions I put to him. Of course, if he didn't answer properly, or with a huge smile and conviction I felt needed to be portrayed as I filmed him, I'd stop recording and start slapping and beating him around again. By the time I had him close to orgasming, his young lean body was covered in sweat and quivering all over as he humped his firm muscled hips up into the air, shooting his powerfully ejaculated boy juices all over his body and face for the camera. All in all, 1½ hours had elapsed. As I filmed him quickly and obediently licking up all his still steaming boy spunk from his body, scooping it up with his trembling fingers and sucking them clean, I smiled to myself as I realised I now had the proof I needed that I wasn't forcing him, raping him or molesting him. That he was doing this of his own free will. The way I captured his cute smiling faggot face in brilliant technicolour, peering through his upraised widely spread legs while sliding an arm under himself so he could reach up with his fingers to tickle and scratch at his tight little bunghole. How I zoomed in on his smiling face and twinkling hazel coloured eyes as he spoke directly into the camera lens of how much he loved to suck his Daddy's huge fat cock and swallow all my spunk, of how he loved to lick and kiss my huge hairy balls, would definitely settle any concerns the authorities might have if he were ever to make a complaint against me. Then as I'd zoomed out to get a full screen view of him furiously jerking himself harder and faster, his plump hairless nuts bouncing about crazily against his inner thighs, licking his lips sensually as he smiled and spoke of how good it felt to show everyone how much he liked to play with himself. Well, I knew the authorities would have to take my word once they'd seen this carefully edited video. But just to be sure, to cover all my bases, filming him acknowledged that he was nothing but a cock hungry faggot, and that he couldn't wait for his Daddy to fuck him really hard, like only a real man could. All in all, I had me the most conclusive piece of evidence that my new faggot whore boy was nothing more than a young 17 year old poofter, who loved to suck cock and get fucked up his arse. But all this action had made me bar up painfully, so now it was my turn to relieve myself up his virgin boy pussy. Quickly setting the video camera down so that it faced the centre of the bed side on so it would record the upcoming fuck session I was about to have with Chris, I quickly stripped off my dirty stained underwear and knelt between Chris' widely outstretched legs. Of course, nothing would have stopped me from fucking his tight little boy pussy at that moment. I was so horned up that all I could see through a red haze of lust was his tight little puckered hole begging me to slam my rigid fat cock up all the way up into it. Bury myself as deep as I could, and then fuck him as hard as I could. In fact, I no longer cared what Chris did and said to me now. I ignored his pleas, the way he begged me to let him suck me off again as he struggled to stop me laying the full weight of my body onto of him. Again I was reduced to slapping him hard across his terrified face when he tried futilely to evade me and get out from under me as I held him in place, dropped my hefty body on top of him, and forced his long limber legs over my shoulders. I ignored his cries of outrage and shock, how he beseeched me to let him go, only to laugh savagely into his face as I reminded him that his little brother was in the other room, and that maybe it would be fun to have him in here to take the place of his older brother. Trapping both his arms by his wrists above his head, I ignored the softly uttered squeals, the heart-rending stuttering moans of agony and pain, and soft sobbing that erupted from his throat and chest as my throbbing aching cock found its mark and pushed up roughly into his arsehole. And as my pulsating leaking cock slid quickly and unhindered all the way to the base of my hairy groin, with my huge hairy balls slapping up and resting on his smooth near-white firm buttocks, I proceeded to give him the fuck of his life. Oh fuck, it felt good! So fucking intense! So tight and hot! Each time I slammed into him, he gasped loudly as his breathe was pounded from his lungs. Each time I pulled partially out, he moaned and groaned in agony, knowing any second I was about to ram it back up his painfully stretched, tortured boy pussy. And as I set up a incredibly fast yet steady fuck tempo, fucking him unmercifully, I latched my mouth over his and forced my tongue deep into his trembling mouth. So I fucked, savagely at times, lost in a sea of absolute lust and power, gripping his tortured body close to mine, not allowing him any quarter and silencing his protests of pain and agony with my tongue lodged at the back of his gurgling, gagging throat. Part Thirteen ------------- Needless to say I exploded and orgasmed powerfully over and over again. In a way, its incredible intensity seemed to be a mix between pure ecstasy and absolute pain, and as my huge churning balls discharged spurt after spurt of thick molten liquid spunk deep into Chris' boy pussy, I thought I might lose consciousness in a dead faint. Finally, once I had regained my composure, I opened my eyes and stared down exhausted into the terrified weeping face of my once tight virginal faggot whore boy. Immediately I noticed the indentations of teeth marks on both his puffed up lips, the black eye I'd given him, the three massive blood-red hickeys on his neck and how his cute upturned nose was now bleeding freely. "Gawd fag, that was the best fuck I've had in a long time! Now, why don't you get down between my legs and lick my cock and balls clean. Probably all your mess anyways!" I gasped contentedly as I slipped my still formidable wilting cock from his red raw gaping boy pussy and then lay down heavily next to him. To my surprise, Chris hurriedly obeyed, instantly rising onto his unsteady knees and kneeling between my legs as he commenced to quickly lick and suck me clean. Even though he still openly sobbed, and looked furtively up over my body at me at times through frightened and humiliated tear-filled eyes, I knew I had broken him, that his body was mine to use as long as I wanted it. "That was good faggot! The best! Way better than your ma ever was! Now when you're finished, come lie next to me and thank me for fucking you! Thank me for fucking you like only a real man can fuck a faggot whore!" I said, watching him closely as he sucked and licked out the last of the cum, shit and spit slime from out of my thick pubic hairs that surrounded the base of my now limp cock. And when he had finished cleaning me with his tongue, he hurriedly crawled up next to me and lay down on his back. "Thank you for fucking me Daddy! Felt real good Daddy! Thank you for giving me a real hard man fuck, Daddy!" he said quickly, his lips quivering as he stared up at the ceiling. Instantly I slapped him hard across the face, making him squeal and sob softly again. "Not good enough, fag! Say it louder, and this time say it as if you mean it. Also, look into the video camera next to you! Blow kisses and smile real wide and sexy too!" I stated. Getting a grip on himself, he stopped sobbing, and turning back to face the camera recording both of us, smiling as wide as he could, he did what I'd ordered, again thanking me, and this time with feeling. "Now beg me to jerk you off, whore! Beg me real nice to wank you off, in a little girly voice. Nice and sexy like! And when I jerk you off, you'd better put on a really good show!" I ordered him. Immediately he started begging me, his voice soft and girlish as he pleaded with me to play with his cock. Begging me to make him cum. And as I reached down between his legs as he lay trembling next to my sweat-covered bulky frame, Chris obediently spread his legs as wide as he could, cooing and moaning loudly as I took his limp 4½" uncircumcised organ in my large calloused hand. In truth, before that night, I'd never touched another man's cock. Oh, I'd let some of the local fags suck me off, or fucked them up their arseholes, and I'd only ever done that to get my rocks off if there weren't any women around to give me relief. But I was still in the zone and felt maybe I should make my new faggot whore boy feel good this one time. Apart from just given me the most incredible orgasm, I wanted Chris to know I had absolute control over him, I wanted him know that his sex was mine to do with as I pleased, that I owned him. So putting aside my distaste of touching his genitals, and remembering I'd already forced my tongue down his throat on a number of occasions that night, I began fondling his flaccid penis, stroking it and jerking it firmly but gently. So soft and silky and smooth like velvet, it finally rose in my palm as I gently squeezed it in my fist. And as I jerked him off, pulling his foreskin back and forth over his rather large flange-shaped knob, quickening the pace of my hand stroking the length of his teen cock, I ordered him to look at the camera, buck his hips up and down off the mattress, and thank me for jerking him off. Part Fourteen ------------- By sunrise, I was exhausted. I must admit to getting very little sleep. What with the funeral the day before, and then having to train my new faggot whore boy in the ways that I liked to be pleasured, it was no wonder I only got about 2 hours sleep at all. By 5am, I'd booted him out of my bed, literally, and sent him back to his own bedroom that he shared with his younger brother. But not before I'd fucked him again, and this time on his hands and knees. Again, he was so tight, but this time he bit into the pillow under him to stop himself screaming out loudly in agony as I rammed my thick cock up his pussy for the second time. Yes, so tight and so firm. Although loosened a bit from my fucking him earlier, he's pussy seemed to have stretched back to normal. And this time, I slammed him real good, even harder than before, I watched with glee and lust as he ricocheted back and forth like a piston sliding up and down the entire length of my pounding cock. Eventually I exploded deep up his boy pussy, and again, on trembling unsteady knees, he knelt between my spread legs and cleaned my cock and balls with his sucking mouth and tongue. Then he left, stifling back soft quiet sobs once I ordered him to come back, crawl under my sheets and give me a blow job, after he'd fed his little brother his breakfast and packed him off to school. Finally I drifted off to sleep, enjoying the contented feeling of having exhausted myself from so much sex with such a good looking faggot whore boy. And when I woke up a few hours later, it was to the feeling of my newly broken-in faggot whore boy's hot moist mouth enveloping the full length of my stiff cock, sucking gently yet firmly, trying to get it all to the back of his throat. Part Fifteen It's been a year now since I first fucked Chris and turned him out. He's just turned 18, and celebrating his birthday with friends of his from school in the kitchen. I don't mind that, him having friends and all, but he's got to know his place. He's got to know his priorities. At all times, I come first. Then he has to look after his little brother Jason. Once that's done, he has to make sure the house is spotless, the shopping's done, and the frig is always stocked full of beer, as well as food. Then he's allowed to go to high school, play his sports and hang around with his school buddies. Mornings for Chris are pretty much routine for him now. Once he's fixed breakfast for Jason and then got him off to school, he'll come into my room, strip naked, pull on an old pair of his ma's tight frilly panties with the crotch and arse sections strategically cut out of them, clip on a tight-fitting sized C bra stuffed full of tissue paper, slide a pair of white silk stockings up his long muscled legs, and then step into a pair of high heels. Then after his dabbed on a bit of rouge, eye liner and mascara, and applied a generous layer of crimson red lipstick to his lips, he'll then crawl under my bed covers while I'm sleeping so he can give me a long leisurely morning blow job. Depending on how horny I am, I'll just lay there letting him deep throat me, enjoying his super hot moist mouth working up and down the full length of my thick throbbing cock as he also reaches up with both hands to massage and caress my hairy stomach, chest and sides. For up to 30 minutes I'll lay there, content and relaxed before letting myself cum in his sucking mouth. If I'm extra horny, I'll stop him before cumming and then turn him onto his back, place his silk stockinged legs over my shoulders, and enjoy the feel of his large high heeled feet bouncing about on my hairy back as I pound his boy-pussy through the small cut-out hole I've made in the tight frilly knickers he wears. Then once I've blasted my load deep up into his boy pussy, he'll quickly assume his kneeling position between my legs, and lick and suck me clean. Of course, he'll then keep his lips wrapped tightly around my cock as I empty my bladder down his throat. Once finished, he'll quickly get off my bed, stand at the end and jerk off, thanking me over and over again, for letting him be my faggot whore boy before he ejaculates. After licking and sucking up the mess his made on the carpeted floor of my bedroom, he'll race into the bathroom to take his morning shower, making sure his body is always smooth and hairless, shaving off any pubes or body hair that might reappear. And then it's off to school for him. Chris usually gets home after school around 3pm, about two hours before Jason gets home. It's just enough time for him to strip off, dress back up in his ma's lingerie and stand before me as I watch TV with a beer in my hand, and jerk off as slowly and sensually as he can. He knows he has to put on a good show, an exquisitely erotic performance in which he'll put his whole heart and soul into making himself orgasm as intensely as possible every time. I still get a kick out of listening to him as he tells me in a loud musical girlish giggly voice, just how much he loves to masturbate himself for my pleasure, just how much of a raving faggot he really is, while begging and pleading like a whorish slut to suck me off as he jerks himself off in front of me. Once his cum and licked up the mess, sweating and breathing heavily from his exertions, he'll quickly kneel between my outstretched legs and deep throat me for as long as it takes to make me blow my load. But sometimes, if I haven't cum in the first twenty minutes, I'll stand up, back-hand him across his face a few times, bend him over the lounge and fuck him as hard as I can, without any spit or lube, until I've shot my load up his boy pussy. Then he'll quickly go off for a shower, get dressed in his normal clothes, and start on preparing our evening dinner. And while he's preparing our evening meal, he'll commence doing his chores, by which time his little brother should be home. After sitting around the dining room table for dinner, both Chris and Jason are required to do their homework, and once that's out of the way, I allow them time to watch TV. By about 9.30pm, Jason will usually amble off to bed and Chris will make sure the dishes are done and the house is locked up securely. By 11:00pm, he'll be between my legs again, dressed again in his ma's lingerie, slowly licking my balls before blowing me, and by midnight he'll be in my bed waiting for me. When I enter my bedroom, he's usually laying on his back, stockinged legs and high-heeled feet wide apart in the air, cooing, sighing and moaning as he slowly jerks himself, while finger fucking two fingers in and out of his boy pussy. It's a sight I love to see before I'll even touch him, and then as I fuck him hard, holding his tight smooth body close to mine as I pound my cock in and out of his pussy, I'll make him talk real faggot-like and dirty to me. Lately I've been a bit surprised that his been cumming a few times without either of us even touching his cock as I take my time fucking him. Huge wads of teen spunk have been spurting from his hard prick and splattering between our naked bodies, even before I've deposited my first load in him. At first it annoyed me, as I really didn't want him cumming unless I told him to. But after a few beatings and threats to throw him out, I realised it was an uncontrollable reaction caused when my huge erect cock constantly rubbed against his prostrate nub. Eventually, after a few weeks, I finally got over it and stopped beating him about. But only after I'd explained to him that this was positive prove that he was nothing more than a real faggot, that no real man would ever blow their load while they were getting fucked. The look on his face as he listened to me was priceless, as he finally accepted he was nothing but a faggot whore for me to use whenever I wanted. And of course, as is expected after each fuck session, he'll clean me up of both our mixed jism with his wet slurping tongue, before I roll over to enjoy a lengthy luxuriating massage. My favourite part is when he starts rimming me out, tickling my arsehole with his cute pointy tongue, before lapping away and then sucking deeply from my bunghole. By 2:30am the next morning, when I've had enough of him, I'll send him back to his bed for the rest of the night, unless I wake up with a hard-on during the early morning and, knocking with my knuckles loud enough for him to hear, he gets up and comes back into my bed to relieve me of another load. And so the last year's flown by. Me getting some choice faggot cock sucking, as well as some of the best boy-pussy fucking I've had in my entire life with a faggot whore boy totally obedient to my needs. Problem is, he's starting to bore me now. His boy pussy isn't as tight as it once used to be, and he's becoming a bit lazy in bed, letting me do all the work. The only time he really reacts to my fucking lately is when I start punching and slapping him around savagely as I pound his stretched vagina. But his little brother Jason is starting to look mighty nice to me lately. Real tasty like. In fact, I've been wondering what it would be like to have them both in my bed each night, taking turns fucking them both, and then making them fuck and suck each other, just for my entertainment. Yes, I wonder what it would be like to have them both kneeling naked before me, one sucking my cock while the other licks my balls at the same time. Only problem to this plan might be Chris' reaction when I take his little brother's virginity. And if he were to defy me or chose to disobey me in anyway, I might have to look around and see if there's anymore rat poison around the house. Diary Days' Trilogy... Story Two - Chris' Story Part One -------- Jason and me attended our mother's funeral early today. Even though it was difficult for me, it was much harder on Jason, my younger brother, as he's only 15, and was the twinkle in our mum's eye. Not that she loved me any less. It's just Jason's the baby in our family, and I'd thought I'd outgrown mum's constant motherly kisses and fussing by the time I'd turned 14. I'm now 17. We'd both cried, me hugging my little brother closely as the priest had conducted the service. Our step-father, Uncle Max, sat next to me at my right, the three of us seated on the front pew, his huge sweat drenched hairy arm wrapped tightly around my shoulders as I hugged Jason's shuddering body to my chest. Neither Jason or me liked Uncle Max that much. Mum had met him at some Xmas work party a few years after our real father had died in a hit and run, and it wasn't long after, that Uncle Max moved in with us. Me, I never trusted him. The way he looked at me in that piggish black eyed way. Didn't matter that he was going out with mum, I just reckoned he was some kind of a homo. The way he smiled leeringly, revealing missing and chipped yellow brownish teeth behind thick rubbery lips that he constantly licked whenever he looked at me when mum was out of eye sight. Jason and me never understood what mum saw in him anyway, cause he's about 6' 4" tall, real bulky, bullish and fat-like, covered in apish-like hair, with brutish arms that are massive, just like his thick legs, and all corded up with thick veined muscles. Uncle Max's hands are huge as well, like calloused plates of flattened hams, and he's constantly perspiring all the time and hardly ever showers. Most times Jason and me would call him Mr. Stinky, and poked fun of him behind his back. Also, he'd always find a reason to put mum down whenever she did anything wrong, ranting and raving like when she'd forget to put the tomato sauce on the table at dinner time, or forget to keep the frig stocked with his favourite beer. For some reason, mum seemed to put up with him, maybe even loved him, but Jason and me avoided him as best we could. I mean, how could we begrudge mum whatever little happiness she could find, even though both my brother and I knew, that ever since dad had died, she could have done a whole lot better. Still, I made sure that Jason was never around Uncle Max alone. For all I knew, he could have been a psycho pervert, a kid murderer even. Eventually they were married, and I remember crying late into the night that evening, cause I finally knew that I had to accept our dad was really gone. That being dead meant he'd never be coming back, and we were now stuck with this crude hairy gross man from hell who was now our new step-father. But there was no way either Jason or me were ever going to call him dad, so mum told us we could call him Uncle Max, which he didn't seem to mind. Anyway, mum got sick about 8 months ago, and when she went for a check-up, the doctors informed her she shouldn't worry, it was just some bug she'd picked up. Within 4 months, she was bedridden, and then within 7 months hospitalised and then last week, she passed away. So there we were, on that hot, humid day in that small enclosed chapel, looking stunned and dazed at the wilting flowers that covered the coffin our mother lay in, listening to Father Cahill preach on. Finally, when the service was over, and we'd all moved to the crematorium for the final farewells, Uncle Max ushered both Jason and me into the large rented limousine that drove us straight home. So, here I am, in the bedroom I share with Jason, writing up in my diary one of the worst days of my life. And as I look over at Jason in his bed, finally asleep after crying all afternoon, I know that it's just him and me from now on, and it's my job to look after him and make sure he's okay. Part Two -------- I love my brother a lot. I'd do anything for him, even die for him if it ever came down to that. He's all I have in the world now, the only family I have and I'd do anything to stay close to him and protect him from any harm that comes our way. I've got to say this first, cause if anyone were to find out what Uncle Max and me are doing, they may not understand why I agreed to all of his demands. Of the terrible decision I've made, to make sure I'm always close to my brother, and no harm ever comes to him. In a way, I'm still in a daze by the events of the last few days, in deep shock really. Not only because mum's gone from us forever, but also because of the terrible things that Uncle Max has been making me do ever since. Of course, he said the decision was mine from the beginning, that if I agreed to doing what he demanded, he would leave Jason alone and life would go on like normal, all of us together, like a real family, but only if I kept up my end of the bargain. He also said that I wasn't really straight, that I was nothing but a raging closest faggot, a whore boy, that he was doing me a favour by making me face up to being a homo. He says that no real man would do what I'm doing, not even for the sake of family. What could I say? I mean, how could I say no, knowing that early the next morning, or any time he chose to, Uncle Max would have me packed off to the government- run state orphanage, far, far away from my only brother. How could I protect Jason then? I remember when Uncle Max had come into our bedroom late that hot, stifling evening, just after our mum's funeral. Jason was fast asleep in his bed, and I was on the verge of drifting off in mine. I awoke fully, startled as he shook me roughly, indicating in a low guttural whisper I should come out to the living room so we could have an important talk. Rubbing my eyes and mumbling under my breathe, I got up, and dressed only in a pair of thin blue and black striped jockey briefs, followed him into the lounge room where he ordered me to sit down opposite him as he slouched back into his favourite lounge chair. And as I sat there perched on the edge of the lounge sofa opposite him, tiredly looking at him dressed in nothing more than a pair of overly stretched y-front brief underwear, at his bloated beer gut and massive hairy chest, his legs spread wide as he scratched at his bulging groin and gulping down another swig of ale from his near empty beer can, I realised he was drunk again and sweating real bad from the humidity of the hot night. I admit, even though I was really exhausted, tired and feeling shitty at having been woken at such a late hour, to being curious and maybe even a bit worried as Uncle Max glared at me for a while before telling me what was on his mind. I remember feeling a deep sinking nausea clutching at my gut, at feeling faint as the tiredness left me completely and fear rose up like bile in my throat, as Uncle Max told me what he was going to do and why. "Ok, boy! Time for you and me to have a talk!" Uncle Max slurred as he took another swig of his beer. "I'm real sorry about your ma, boy, but now she's gone, I gotta make some tough decisions on what to do with you and your little brother. Unfortunately I can't keep you both, just don't got enough money to support us all!" He stated, belching as he emptied the beer can of its remaining contents. "So, I decided I gotta send you off, you being the oldest and better able to look after yourself, to the local state run orphanage. See, I can look after your brother, and he can pay his keep around here by doing odd jobs round the house for me, and that'll keep him in school, you know, pay his way!" Uncle Max continued, staring at me. My mind had gone blank as I'd listened to him. He was going to kick me out and separate us. "You though, well, we gotta be practical about all what's happened, boy. A growing boy like you, constantly eating, needing lots a money for your schooling, well, I'm sure you'll understand why it's gotta be this way!" How could he! Suddenly I was angry, as well as absolutely terrified. I wanted to get up and flatten his podgy, unshaven face into pulp for what he was saying. But Uncle Max just stared at me smiling, leering, scratching and rubbing at his crotch slowly as he watched me trying to adjust to what he was saying, trying to come to terms with how he was about to take me away the only family I now had and loved dearly. And I also knew I couldn't take him on one-on-one. He was too fucking big. He'd easily break my neck if I tried to fight him. I was only 17, 5' 8" tall, with a lean muscled body that he could quite easily crush by just falling on me. Immediately I saw that he meant to do what he was saying, and with tears in my eyes and before I knew it, I was begging him not to split us up. That I'd do anything to stay with Jason, that Jason would be heart-broken if he separated us now, especially since we no longer had our mum around. Uncle Max just continued staring at me, watching me closely as he rubbed his crotch. Part Three ---------- "Please Uncle Max, I'll do anything, but please don't send me away! Please don't separate Jason and me! I'll do anything you want, anything, Uncle Max!" I implored desperately, trying to get Uncle Max to see reason, to change his mind. "Well, maybe if you were to take your ma's place, like doing all the housework, the laundry, the cooking, shopping and all. And if you did all that, then maybe you could stay here with your brother! But you'd have to keep up your grades at school too, boy. Can't let them slip you know! And do all your sports too!" Uncle Max said, looking sternly into my eyes. "Yes, I'll do it all, Uncle Max! I'll study hard, do the housework and make you real proud of me!" I'd responded enthusiastically, eagerly, nearly crying openly with happiness that Uncle Max had reconsidered sending me away. Then suddenly he leaned forward and looked me in the eye, a cold calculating glare that froze me to the spot as he continued to rub his crotch slowly. "But you'd also have to do everything that your ma did for me, boy! Everything! Understand! Otherwise I gotta go out and find me a new woman and marry up, and she probably won't want you two hanging around if we was to get married and all!" He said slowly. I got to admit I didn't know what he meant, what he was trying to say to me. I mean, I'd just promised I'd do all the housework and shopping and all. What else was there I could do for him? "I don't understand. What else do I have to do?" I answered softly, shaking my head slowly, not sure what Uncle Max was trying to say. "You'd have to share my bed too, boy! Just like your mother! Like, suck my cock whenever I want you to, and let me fuck you whenever I want. You'd have to do everything she did to make me happy, and do it even better. And if you do it, and do it real good, as well as do all the house work, and study hard at school, well then, you can stay and look after your little brother!" Uncle Max said calmly, watching my face intently as he finished speaking. Then suddenly, as what he said registered in my shocked head, I realised what he was saying. I couldn't believe it. He was telling me I could stay if I had sex with him, just like my mother had with him. "No way! That's dirty! That's filthy!" I spat at him, trying to contain myself as the full impact of what Uncle Max had suggested struck home. Never had I felt so disgusted, so angry and revolted. All I could do was sit there shivering, glaring at him. "Ok then! Well, you better have your stuff packed by early morning, then say your farewells to your brother, and I'll drive you to the courts. It's your choice, and I don't want to force you to do anything that you don't want to do. Maybe your brother will be nicer to me when you're gone! Real nice! Maybe he'll like sucking my dick! What do you think? Maybe he'll like my cock sliding up his tight arsehole!" Uncle Max said with finality as he continued to slowly rub the front of his y-fronts, which was now tenting out obscenely. No, this couldn't be happening. Uncle Max was blackmailing me, ordering me to take my mum's place in his bed, and if I didn't agree, he'd send me off tomorrow morning, away from my brother. And what was worse, was once I was gone, he'd force my little brother to have sex with him against his will. And I wouldn't be there to protect him. I mean, I had no choice. I had to give in and do what Uncle Max demanded, or Jason would suffer. "Wait! Please Uncle Max, I'll do it! I'll do whatever you want, but please let me stay! Please don't send me allow!" I said in shock, my head hanging in shame. Part Four --------- "Good boy! Now why don't you stand up and slide them girly knickers of yours down to your ankles real slow! Make it look real sexy for me!" Uncle Max said as he leered at me, licking his lips while slowly stroking the huge bulge tenting the front of his underwear. I mean, what could I do? I'd never done anything like this before, nothing so disgusting and demeaning as what he was now asking of me, to expose myself in front of him. Never had I stood naked before anyone, except of course in front of Jason, which didn't mean anything because he's my little brother. And then there's my doctor when he did his annual check-up. Or my mum when I was a little boy and she washed me. But here was Uncle Max, ordering me to slide my undies down to my ankles and to make it look real sexy. What could I do? I had no choice. I was so ashamed and frightened and I didn't know what else I could do but obey him. So standing up on trembling legs, completely humiliated, I looked up at Uncle Max, and instantly cringed in total embarrassment as I noticed the camera he was aiming at me. Before I knew it, I found I couldn't help myself as I hung my head in utter shame and started crying. "No crying, boy! Be a man, for Christ sake! And smile, or you can go pack your things now! I'm sure your brother will love doing this for me!" Uncle Max grunted at me. At the mention of my brother, I immediately stopped crying. And with difficulty, I looked back up at Uncle Max and tried to smile. "Anyway, gotta have some snapshots of our honeymoon, boy! Wouldn't be the same if you was to renege on our agreement and try running off with your little brother later on, would it now!" Uncle Max said, bringing the camera up to his left eye and snapping off a few pictures of me standing looking stunned and shocked before him. At a signal from Uncle Max, and trembling deep down inside, I slowly slid my tight jockey briefs down off my hips and passed my knees, then let them drop around my ankles, before straightening up so he could look at me. Uncle Max continued to take photo after photo of me, the flash of the camera nearly blinding me. I must have gone deep red in the face and I know I tried to cover myself with my hands. "No boy, you keep them hands by your side at all times until I tells you otherwise, understand!" He growled at me as he snapped off more photos. "Now spread your legs further apart. Want your undies stretched wide between you ankles, boy! That's it, now you can slowly jerk off for me! Show me how hard that little prick of yours gets! And smile, boy! Smile real sexy-like and make it look real good!" Uncle Max demanded. Again, I couldn't believe what he was demanding of me. I think I went into deep shock then. Humiliated, ashamed, I obediently did what he ordered me to do. I smiled for him and then took my limp dick in my fingers and started to slowly stroke it up and down, sliding my foreskin back and forth over my sensitive knob, holding it up so Uncle Max could take close up photographs of what I was doing. It took a while, but finally my cock got hard, but only after he threatened to call off our deal and send me away. "Now tickle those little balls of yours too, boy! Make it look real sexy for me! And smile real sexy for me, for fuck sake! Don't make me have to tell you again, you faggot whore!" Uncle Max grated sarcastically at me. That was the first time he'd called me a faggot whore. How could he call me such a horrible name like that. It was a terrible dirty name, and it echoed over and over again in my ears as I stood before him masturbating myself. And why did he keep saying my cock and balls were small, or tiny? I'd always thought I was the same size or even bigger than most of the guys at school who were the same age of me. I mean, in the showers after gym you can't help but notice. Not that I went about comparing myself with anyone else, because I'm not like that. Again I couldn't help it when tears threatened to spill down my face. But I did stop myself from crying and then concentrated on doing what he wanted. It was hard, trying to smile sexily, but I did it as I continued jerking off as he'd instructed. I thrust my hips forward over and over again. I tickled and pulled gently on my hairless balls. I licked my lips in a real sexy way as I jacked off for his perverted pleasure. And while I performed for him, Uncle Max slouched back further, spread his thick hairy legs wider and reaching into his y-front briefs, pulled out his humungous cock and huge hairy balls, and then started jerking off with me as he continued to take photos. To me, his cock looked gigantic, ugly and nasty. Even as I obediently did the shameful act I was being forced to do, I finally understood why he thought my dick was so small. To me, any guys dick would be small compared to his. Either way, I tried not to look at it, or at his huge hairy balls, and forced myself to concentrate fully on the sensations the palm of my hand was having on my stiff dick. Then finally it happened. Breathing hard, covered in sweat, humping my hips back and forth frantically, jacking off as fast as I could, I felt my balls tingle and bunch up into my body, and before I knew it, as my body shuddered and quivered all over, I shot my boy juices all over the carpet between us. Exhausted, my chest heaving as I tried to get my breathe back, and staring in embarrassment at Uncle Max as he continued to snap off photos, I waited ashamed for him to tell me what he now wanted me to do. "Good faggot whore, you did good! Real good! Now squeeze the last of your boy spoof out of your little dick tube and lick it up! Yeah, Nice! Use your finger to get it all out from under your foreskin! That's it, lick it all up off your fingers, yeah, that's nice, real nice! Now lick your hand all over, lap it all up, and smile at the camera while you do it, faggot whore!" Uncle Max said happily, excitedly as I obediently did what he commanded. Part Five --------- I'd never given a blow job to anyone in my life. In fact, I didn't even know what one was really. Yeah, I had an inkling that it was when someone put your dick in their mouth, but I didn't know you could get extreme pleasure from it like Uncle Max does. To me, your dick was something that you pissed out of, jerked off or used to fuck. At school, me and my friends used to joke around and tease each other about how we got them all the time, sometimes even calling each other cock suckers and dick lickers, but we were only joking, because we all thought it was something gross and disgusting. To me, it was something dirty, horrible, something only filthy perverted people did. I don't know where I learnt that from, maybe from school, but it was something I hadn't considered at all. I mean, I had only turned 17 and had just started jerking off seriously about 3 years ago, and when I did it, I'd usually only fantasise about how I was getting to fuck some gorgeous woman in red, like in the movies, or something like that. I'd never considered anyone blowing me, sucking me off. It was the last thing I would have considered. But here I found myself, naked, on my knees, my arms behind my back, with Uncle Max's huge cock lodged all the way in my mouth. And I was sucking it. Sucking up and down the full length of his cock as it moved thickly in and out of my mouth and my throat. Sucking him firmly and quickly, doing it just the way he liked it. Using my tongue to moisten, lap and caress the underbelly of his long wide cock as it slid over my tongue, and bobbing my head back and forth. Looking up into his leering lust-filled face as I did it, and keeping my eyes fixed on his cruel black eyes, while I tried to smile as sexily as I could around the huge thickness of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth. As I sucked him off, cooing and moaning loudly to increase his pleasure, then gagging uncontrollably at times when he rammed his cock too hard down my throat, I thought back despairingly to that first night, when Uncle Max, satisfied that I'd given him a good performance jerking myself off for him, had quickly gotten up from his lounge chair and stood in front of me. "Time for a blow job, fag! Time for you to show me just how grateful you are!" He'd said nastily, letting me know there was no arguing now. And as I'd stood there naked, trembling before him, staring up uncomprehendingly into his grinning unshaven face, he placed his large calloused hand on my shoulder and roughly push me down to my knees in front of him, his huge erect cock bobbing inches from my lips. I couldn't believe what he was saying, what he was demanding of me. And as I looked at his massive cock, at his uncircumcised 8½" long and 3" wide erection, I couldn't but wonder in fear and horror how the hell was I expected to take that huge thick organ in my mouth without choking to death. But what sickened and disgusted me even more, was the ooze that seeped and dribbled from it, how even though his cock was rock hard and standing nearly vertically up against his beer belly, that Uncle Max's foreskin still covered a third of his huge mushroom-shaped knob. Of how large amounts of white pre-cum and slime seeped out of his large piss slit, oozing down the huge width of his cock onto his massive hairy low hanging balls. It was too much for me. I couldn't contain myself as I stared at his massive cock and balls, and suddenly, unable to contain myself, tears started spilling down my cheeks and off my chin, and my chest started to heave as I sobbed hysterically. "None of that bawling, faggot whore! You stop that now! I'm sure your brother wouldn't make such a huge fuss if he was doing this instead of you! Now be a man and just stick your tongue out and lick it all over. Make your Daddy fell real good!" Uncle Max said to me as he took a tight fistful of my blonde hair, gave me a vicious open-palmed slap across my face, and manoeuvred my lips up against his leaking cock. Stunned by the stinging pain that flashed across my face, I stifled the tears flowing from my eyes, then obeyed him and did what he demanded of me. As he looked down at the top of my head and commenced photographing me again, I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out. At first, for a few seconds, I retched violently as the stench from his groin struck my nostrils. And as my tongue touched his cock, I had to force myself not to vomit as bile rose up from my stomach as the foul taste of his cock jism slid down my throat. But finally, getting control of my nausea, my absolute revulsion, I obediently slid my tongue up and down the whole length of his massive cock, licking it all over. "Get it wet and dripping, faggot whore! Use your lips too!" Uncle Max ordered. Again I obeyed him, spreading large amounts of my spit with my tongue and lips to wet it all over. "Now stick your tongue into my foreskin! Twirl it around and clean it out! Fill it up with your spit and then suck it out!" Uncle Max ordered, pulling roughly on my hair to emphasise his instructions. And again I obeyed him. I stuck my tongue inside his foreskin and licked it clean of all the oozing pre-cum that had gathered there and then ran my tongue over his piss slit and then all over the top and sides of his huge flanged knob. When cleaned out, I then filled it with my spit, sucked it out and repeated it over and over again until Uncle Max pulled on my hair to stop me. "Now my balls! Lick them real good and get them wet and dripping as well!" He commanded. And I did it. I licked the foul tasting sweat from his huge hairy nuts and then soaked them with my spit, letting my spit dribble from them as I went from one and then the other. "Yeah, that feels real good! The best! But now I want a proper blow job! Take my cock all the way in your mouth and suck it real hard!" Uncle Max ordered, still taking photos of me as I took his cock into my mouth. It didn't take me long to learn how to suck him off properly. At first when he shoved his cock into my mouth and it hit the back of my throat, I'd gagged uncontrollably and my teeth accidentally grazed the sides of his cock shaft. Immediately he pulled out and back-handed me viciously across my face twice. The shock and pain nearly knocked me out, and if he hadn't held me by the hair on my head, I would have fallen over. "No teeth! Don't ever let me feel your teeth, or you'll join your mother in hell! Understand! Now get my dick back in your mouth, swallow it down your throat and breath through your faggot nose!" Uncle Max stated in a firm menacing voice that made me cringe in terror. Then he pushed my mouth back on the end of his cock and made me suck him off again. Within minutes, because of the absolute fear I now felt towards Uncle Max, and because I didn't want him to hit me again, I learnt how to deep throat him properly, using my lips, tongue, sucking mouth and tight throat to please him, and breathing through my nose. And as I sucked him off, Uncle Max began humping his wide hairy hips back and forth in rhythm to my bobbing head, and as he picked up the pace, his huge hairy balls began slapping loudly against my chin. "Good cock sucker! Yeah, that's real good! That's it, keep smiling, faggot whore? Looking real sexy there now, boy! Now tighten your throat, cock sucker, and slide them lips all the way down, now up! Gawd, suck harder, that's it, just like that! Yeah, doing good there, you cock sucking faggot whore!" Uncle Max repeated over and over again, as I did what he instructed. My head bobbed back and forth, faster and faster, as I looked up into his cruel eyes, while making sure I was smiling around his bloated cock as he continued to photograph me blowing him. Then he grabbed my head and held it in place as he started fucking my mouth savagely, and within minutes, he spurted his torrents of cum down my throat and then filled my mouth. There was so much of it that I thought I was going to drown, but as I gagged loudly and tried to pull away from him, he held my head and forced me to swallow it all. And even though it leaked from the corners of my mouth onto my chin, and began dribbling out of my nose, I continued to obediently suck his cock and swallow every last drop of his foul tasting thick slimy sperm. "Good cock sucking faggot whore! Yeah, you'll make me a perfect faggot whore boy for me whenever I get horny!" Uncle Max said happily, before taking a few more snapshots and then pulling his cock out of my mouth. Suddenly, he back handing me across my face again. "Now get me a cold beer and take it into my bedroom! And when I come in, I'd better find you on your back, your legs up high in the air and wide apart, and you'd better be playing with that little dick of yours, getting it all nice and hard for me again! Understand, you cock sucking faggot whore!" Uncle Max snarled threateningly down into my frightened face. Terrified that he was going to hurt me, or do something even worse, I obeyed him. I picked myself up off the lounge room floor and hurried into the kitchen, and all I could think was 'no more', 'please no more'. Part Six -------- He'd come in smirking, a huge nasty grin plastered on his face. "Now you keep playing with that little dick of yours, faggot whore, but don't you dare cum" He'd said to me as I lay there in the middle of his bed slowly jerking myself off for him. "And why don't you tickle them little boy balls of yours a bit too while you at! That's it, gently squeeze them and pull them out a bit! Show Daddy what you got there, huh, you cock sucking faggot whore!" Uncle Max said to me as he set up a video camera on top of the chest of drawers at the opposite end of the bedroom facing me. Then he turned around and stared at my face through my spread legs, before eyeing off my arse cheeks. "Can see your tight little pink pussy hole from here, you know! Looks real good, winking at me that way, all opened up to me! Just begging for me to fuck it real hard later, don't you think, you cock sucking faggot!" He laughed maliciously. "Now boy, I want you to look into the camera and smile as sexy as you can, and tell me how much you want to do this! Also, I want you to call me Daddy from now on, and I want you to tell me how much you like sucking your new Daddy's big sexy cock! Then you can tell me how much you like showing me how you play with that little dick of yours!" He said firmly, laughing as he stepped closer to the end of the bed and placed his large hands on his wide hips. Suddenly I saw red. More importantly, like a mirror breaking, I seemed to snap out of my shocked state and now I was really angry. There was no way I was going to let him get away with this, not now. I had to protect my little brother, and I couldn't let this perverted man get away with what he was doing to me either. First thing was to get dressed and then somehow call the cops. Then I'd have him thrown in jail for molesting me. I knew my rights. What he was doing was wrong, criminal. And gathering what little courage I had around me, I stopped playing with my now limp dick, and as I struggled to get up off my back, stuttering loudly to curse him, Uncle Max instantly stepped forward, knelt over me and slapped me hard across my face, knocking me backwards. Then he proceeded to viciously slap me back and forth across my face, and as I raised my hands to protect myself, he punched me in the stomach and in the face. Completely stunned, gasping for breathe and whimpering now as he continued slapping me, Uncle Max reached down and gripped my plump low hanging balls in a tight vice- like fist. "Now you do what I say, or I'll have to hurt you real bad now, and then you're out of here tomorrow, ya faggot cock sucking whore. Maybe your little brother will be better behaved when I make him do this instead! Understand faggot whore boy?" Uncle Max whispered loudly, angrily, then he squeezed my balls tighter, while raining down his fist into my body with his other hand. Immediately all the fight went out of me as agony lanced from my groin to my brain, and still he slapped and punched me hard. And as he increased the pain on my balls, pulling on them savagely, I started begging him to have mercy on me, sobbing for him to please stop hurting me. "Now what do you say to me, huh? What do you call me from now on, you faggot cock sucker? And you'd better keep your voice down low if you don't want your little brother waking up and seeing you like this, you fucking whoring slut!" Uncle Max growled at me maliciously as he squeezed my boy balls even tighter. "Sorry Daddy! Please don't hurt me anymore Daddy! Please Daddy! I'll do whatever you want Daddy! I'll be a good faggot whore! Please Daddy!" I choked out softly, completely broken, humiliated and ashamed, trying to keep my voice as low as possible. From that moment on, whenever we were together and Uncle Max spoke to me, I would always respond instantly and call him Daddy, even in front of Jason, my younger brother. From that moment on, after he had beaten me brutally and severely tortured my balls, I was no longer allowed to call him Uncle Max. Part Seven ---------- There I lay, my legs wide apart in the air above me, slowly jerking my stiff 6 inch erect cock and playing with my balls as my new Daddy video taped it all. "You like to suck your Daddy off, don't you, faggot whore boy?!" Daddy asked me happily, as he stood at the end of the bed, holding the video camera. "Oh yes Daddy! I love sucking your big cock! It's so huge and manly, and I love it when you put it in my mouth and cum!" I lied quickly, smiling as sexily and sensually as I could. At the same time, I continued to slowly wank myself, increasing the speed as I humped my hips up and down, trying to do it as convincingly as I could. "How long have you been gay, faggot whore boy? Now be honest, you can tell me the truth!" Daddy asked me, laughing softly as he aimed the camera lens at my face. I wanted to stop then, to tell him to go to hell, but I didn't want him to hurt me anymore, so I smiled as sweetly as I could, fluttered my eye lids as instructed by Daddy, jerked my dick harder and quicker, looked into the video camera and forced myself to answer. "Since I was a little boy, Daddy! Since I've been playing with my little dick and little balls, Daddy!" I lied, making sure I looked sincere. "That's a good whore boy! Now tell me how much you want me to fuck you! Tell me how hard you want me to pound my cock up your tight little vagina!" Daddy said breathlessly, while rubbing the front of his bulging tented underwear as he filmed me. "Really want you to fuck me real bad, Daddy! Please fuck me as hard as you can up my faggot vagina Daddy! Love to feel your big cock up my boy pussy, Daddy!" I replied, even though I was scared and frightened of what I was saying. I said it anyway, just as Daddy had made me rehearse it earlier. "Now why don't you show me how much you like to play with your dick! And while you at it, finger that tight little vagina of yours as well! Make it look really good for the camera!" Daddy ordered as he zoomed in on my smiling face from between my raised legs, and capturing my hand sliding furiously up and down my erect cock at the same time. As I frantically masturbated myself with one hand, I used my other hand to pull gently on my balls while squeezing them gently, before reaching under myself and fingering the entrance to my anus. My young slender body was covered in sweat by now and quivering and trembling all over, and as I felt the familiar tingling flow through my now enlarged bunched up balls, I began bucking my firm muscled hips up into the air over and over again, crying out uncontrollably as I shot my boy juices all over my body and face. "Yes, that's it! You done well, faggot whore boy, real good! Now lick up all that mess you made! Can't have you thinking it's alright to make messes like that all over the place, and then not clean it up!" Daddy commanded, and dutifully I did it, licking it all up. Then I squeezed the last drops out of my very sensitive wilting dick and swallowed that too. Part Eight ---------- As I licked the last of my cum off my hand, suddenly Daddy was on top of me, forcibly pulling my legs apart as he positioned himself between them. "Gonna mount you like a woman, faggot whore boy! Just like I did with your mother! Gonna fuck you so hard your teeth are gonna rattle for the rest of the night! Now get those legs of yours over my shoulders before I hurt you real bad!" Daddy growled down at me, slapping me hard across my face savagely. And suddenly I felt I was fighting for my life, as Daddy pulled my legs even further apart, as if I were a wishbone, and then without warning, he punched me brutally in the balls. The pain travelled throughout my body, stunning me completely. I couldn't breath, my body was in shock, and I was unable to stop him from placing my legs over his shoulders, or from moving at all as he lined up his huge throbbing cock with my tiny puckered arsehole. For the first time in my short 17 year old teenage life, I'd finally felt the full fury of what pure agony was really like. Then the minute Daddy mounted me, throwing my legs over his shoulders and began forcing his huge cock up my tight virgin anus, I felt like my life was finally over. Searing pain like a thousand razor-sharp steak knifes ripping in and out of me, shredding my guts, stretching me to breaking point, drove me to the point of unconsciousness. Unable to scream for fear my little brother would wake up and walk in on us, I lay there and suffered the worst pain I had ever felt. And all through it, as Daddy raped me brutally, grunting in my ear of how much like my mother I was, of how tight my boy pussy was, and how much like a woman I was, all I could think about was, how long was this torture and suffering going to last? When would this terrifying nightmare be over? Trapped and nearly suffocating under the full weight of Uncle Max's huge hairy sweaty body laying flush on top of me, his perspiration pouring off his body and soaking me all over, and unable to draw any breath every time he slammed his cock up my upraised arsehole, all I could do was whimper and moan as he took his brutal pleasures. In and out he pounded, laughing cruelly as he gripped me closer to his stinking bloated hairy body, forcing his sour beer tasting tongue into my mouth as he rutted away. And as I lay there, lost in the horror of what was happening to me, whimpering and groaning every time Daddy gyrated his thick cock sideways as he tried to stretch my arsehole wider before slamming it all the way back up me, was for blessed oblivion, a chance to lose consciousness and not have to endure this agonising nightmare anymore. But that didn't happen. I stayed awake as he fucked me stupid. I stayed awake as he bit my lips, and licked my face all over. I stayed awake as he sucked on both sides of my neck, biting, chewing and nibbling as he mark me as his. I continued to stay awake as he head butted me in the nose, making my nose bleed, and as he laughed at me, spittle spraying all over my face, he then bit painfully into both my earlobes, pulling on them. And as he did this, he slam fucked me over and over again, as hard as he could, never losing a beat, until finally, his whole body seemed to seize up, shudder all over and ramming his expanding throbbing cock all the way up me for the last time, he shot his gallons of sperm deep up into my bowels. Part Nine --------- The first thing I heard once he'd blasted his spunk up my stretched arsehole, was Daddy chuckling contentedly to himself and gasping as he tried to catch his breathe. "Gawd fag, that was the best fuck I've had in a long time! Even better than your ma ever gave me! Now, why don't you get down between my legs and lick my cock and balls clean. Probably all your mess anyways!" Daddy said happily as he slipped his semi-hard cock from my stretched red raw arsehole and then lay down heavily next to me. No-one will understand, but after the horror and agony I'd just been through, I immediate did as he said. I didn't want him to hurt me again, so I hurriedly crawled between his spread legs and licked and sucked all the crusted shit and cum and slime off his cock, stuck my tongue into his foreskin and cleaned it out thoroughly, and then licked and sucked on his balls until they were all clean as well. And as I did it, sobbing silently and whimpering from the pain still coming from my arsehole and deep within my bowel, I stared up over Daddy's bloated hairy stomach, kept my eyes focused on his eyes at all times, and smiled as sexily as I could. "That was good faggot whore boy! The best! Now when you're finished, come lie next to me and thank me for fucking you! Thank me for giving you a real hard manly fuck!" Daddy said, watching me closely as I continued to suck out the last of the shit and slime from out of his thick pubic hairs that surrounded the base of his now limp cock. And I did. As soon as I'd finished, I crawled up next to Daddy and lay on my back, my arms resting limply by my sides, frightened, terrified of what he was going to do next. "Thank you for fucking me Daddy! Thank you for giving me a real hard manly fuck, Daddy!" I said morosely, stiff trying to stifle my tears. Suddenly I cringed and whimpered as he moved his arm under me and pulled me close to his hairy body, and then slapped me hard across my face. "That's not good enough, faggot whore boy! Say it louder, and this time say it as if you mean it. Also, look into the video camera! And smile real wide and sexy too!" Daddy growled. Forgotten by me during my brutal anal rape, I turned my head around to see the green light blinking on top of the video camera, indicating it had been recording everything that we had been doing. Although I was horrified, I immediately did as he said, saying it louder, smiling sensually and fluttering my eyelids as I licked my lips. "Now beg me to jerk you off! Beg me real nice to wank you off, and when I do, you'd better put on a really good show, faggot whore boy!" Daddy ordered me. The humiliation continued into the morning. As I obeyed him, begging him to play with my dick, Daddy made me spread my legs as far apart as I could. When I had, he took hold of my limp cock in his large calloused hand and began jerking me off, then ordered me to buck my hips up and down in time with his rough hand stroking my dick. Smiling, thanking him over and over again, Daddy continued to jerk me off, and unable to stop myself, my dick rose up hard and stiff, throbbed in his hand and began to leak huge amounts of pre-cum. "Good cock sucker! Good faggot whore boy!" Daddy grinned at me as he reached his other arm under me and between my legs and commenced fondling and pulling on my hairless balls as he stroked my cock. "That's it! That's a good faggot whore boy! Now keep it up! Show Daddy how much you like me playing with your little dick!" Daddy grunted out sarcastically. And so I did. I thrust my hips up and down as rapidly as I could, cooing, moaning and groaning, telling Daddy how good it felt, thanking him for making me feel so good. For what seemed like an eternity, I acted like the faggot whore boy he called, me, and lost in the role I was playing out, I bucked and humped, thanked him over and over again for masturbating me and spread my legs even wider for the camera. Until finally, gasping for breathe again, unable to stop myself from reacting to the way he roughly jerked me off and the way he played with and pulled on my balls, I thrust my hips up one last time and squealed loudly as I ejaculated over both our bodies with over ½ a dozen powerful spurts of my thick sticky boy juices. Part Ten -------- It's been more than a year now since Daddy raped me and forced me to be his faggot whore boy. At first, I didn't think I could do it. Most times I thought I'd go insane, but I did everything he demanded and made sure I did it to the best of my abilities. That way he let's me stay here to look after my little brother, and to me, that's the most important issue for me. Also, I hate to admit it, but in a way, I've kind of got use to his sexual abuse over all these months, as I know that if I do what he wants, he'll leave Jason alone. No matter what anyone thinks, when he fucks me, it's as painful as pure hell. I still have problems not screaming or crying out loud every time he penetrates me and starts pounding his massive cock in and out of my arsehole. It's never gotten to feel nice at all, and I still dread it when I'm lying on my back, with my legs wide apart in the air, and I'm watching him readying himself to mount me. Lately though, and I'm totally embarrassed to say this, but as his been fucking me, suddenly I've been having powerfully intense orgasms before his cum, shooting my boy juices between our bodies, without me or him even touching my cock. When Daddy first noticed it, he beat the living tar out of me, giving me two black eyes and breaking three of my ribs. He said I wasn't allowed to cum unless said I could, and there was no excuses whatsoever. Now though, his calmed down, even laughing at times sarcastically that this definitely proves I'm a faggot. He says no man would ever cum while they were being fucked up the arse. Problem is, when I cum like that, its usually more from shooting pain, not pleasure. Anyway, even though I'm really confused by it all, I still find it really painful being fucked and I don't think I'll ever get used to it. Also, I still hate it when he makes me blow him. Daddy rarely showers, and he always smells terrible, no matter what time of the day or night it is. But I suck him off, lick his balls and now I have to lick his arsehole every night after he fucks me, or whenever the urge takes him. The worst part is when he makes me give him long leisurely tongue baths. Usually after he's shot his load up my arse, he'll make me not only clean his cock and balls, he'll then make me lick all the sweat off him as he rests up to recharge himself before fucking me again. I haven't ever gotten used to the taste of his sperm either. Even though I swallow it every time he blasts his huge amounts of sperm in my mouth, I still feel like barfing and always have trouble controlling myself and not throwing up all over him. Anyhow, I do what he orders me to do, and I get to stay to look after my little brother. That's the most important thing in my life right now. No matter what anybody else thinks, I got to do the right thing by Jason, and make sure no harm comes to him. As it is, I got a kind of daily routine which I stick to real close, one that Daddy's put together, so, as he says, I don't forget who's the boss and what my first priorities are. Every morning, after I've made sure Jason has had his breakfast and has caught the bus to school, I go into Daddy's bedroom while his asleep, then put on some of mum's underwear which Daddy has kept and demands I wear before I present myself to him. At first I couldn't believe that he wanted me to do this, but once he explained to me that maybe these clothes would look great on Jason, I snatched them off him and put them on. Dressed in high heels, white silk stockings, a large bra and a pair of mom's tight frilly bikini brief underpants, with holes cut out of the back and front, I'm then made to apply make-up before I crawl under the bed covers and give Daddy his early morning blow job. Then I let him piss in my mouth. He doesn't like to get up out of bed once his cum, so I swallow every drop of urine he pisses down my throat, and once his finished, I clean out his foreskin with my tongue, before licking his cock and balls clean. If I'm giving Daddy his early morning blow job, and he's more horny and active than most mornings, I know it's just a matter of time before I'm on my back with my legs over his shoulders, letting him fuck me as hard as he can. Then once Daddy's cum, and I've cleaned up his groin with my tongue again, it's the usual routine of standing at the end of his bed and jerking off for him in the most seductive way I can. Mom's bikini brief underwear I'm forced to wear makes this a lot easier, and in a way it kind of explains why he cut the front and back out of them. Daddy says he did it to make it easier for me to play with myself, because my cock and balls hand completely out of the front hole his made. And the hole in the back is so he can have easy access to my anus anytime he wants to fuck me, without having to rip those frilly bikini briefs off my hips. Also, as his fucking me on my back, he says he likes to look between our sweaty rutting bodies and enjoy the view of my hard teen dick and plump balls jutting outside the silky material of the frilled underwear. Anyway, after I've masturbated for his pleasure, and if he doesn't want me to give him another blow job or fuck me one last time, I'm then allowed to go have a shower and get ready for school. This is the time I'm required to shave all the hair off my body, and I have to keep myself smooth and hairless at all times. If Daddy finds one hair follicle anywhere on me except on my head, he'll beat the crap out of me, just like he's done on a number of earlier occasions. Then it's off to high school, where I spend my lessons and free time trying to forget what's happening to me at home. Afternoons are pretty much a standard routine as well, whereby I come home from school, strip off, put on mom's underwear, high heels, and make-up, then furiously masturbate for him in the living room, before getting on my knees and giving him his leisurely afternoon blow job. All this before Jason gets home, and after changing back into my normal clothes, I hurry about doing all the housework and start on dinner. After dinner, and after my brother has gone to bed, I'll strip off completely naked this time and kneel between Daddy's wide spread legs and blow him again, and then stay on my knees with his cock in my mouth until his ready for bed. And then its faggot whore boy fucking time, as he puts it, where he prepares me for his nightly fuck pounding. Changed back into mom's underwear etc, and after Daddy has mounted me, he'll take his own sweet time until his finished. Got to admit though, I'm a bit worried lately. For the last few weeks, as his been fucking me, he keeps complaining that I'm starting to bore him, that I'm becoming too lazy in bed. Also, he's becoming more violent, beating me around my face and chest as he's fucking me, and leaving me with huge bruises all over my body. I don't know why he's acting the way he is, or saying that I'm nothing but a sloppy loose faggot whore boy, but I hate it when he keeps talking about Jason, about how nice it would be to fuck my little brother, or maybe have us both pleasure him at the same time. There's no way I'm going to allow that to happen. I might seem like I'm totally broken, being completely passive and submissive to everyone, especially Daddy, but I won't allow him to start turning his perverted lustful attentions toward Jason. No fucking way. Part Eleven ----------- I can't believe it. But it actually happened. I'm so full of rage, frustration, utter helplessness, that I feel like I'm going to break down completely and go insane. And I should've known it would happen eventually. The none-too-subtle hints were there, the suggestive comments made weeks ago, as I allowed myself to believe that I was the ultimate buffer between Jason being sexual abused by Daddy. All the savage fucking and cock sucking, all the humiliation and shame I'd allowed myself to be subjected to by Daddy, and all because I thought I'd be here to protect my little brother. How blinded had I been? And what good am I to him even now? To walk in and find Daddy standing there naked, with Jason on his knees, his arms behind his back, as he quickly sucked up and down Daddy's huge cock! I was absolutely shattered! And it's all my fault! It was a complete set up by Daddy, which I fell for instantly. I had begun to believe Daddy might have actually liked me, allowing me on my 18th birthday to go out and party with my high school friends. How stupid I'd been. And now I look back on it, I can't help but sob in utter despair and guilt at my stupidity. If only I hadn't gone out to celebrate my 18th birthday. If only I had stayed here with Jason and done something with him instead, like a real loving protective older brother should have. Well then, maybe none of this would have happened. How can I ever forget the disgustingly loud slurping and sucking sounds that reached my ears the instance I walked through the back-door of the kitchen, after arriving home from partying with my school buddies? How can I ever forget the look of pure dread and total shame etched on young Jason's sad defeated face, as his crystal blue tear-filled eyes locked onto mine, as I raced into the lounge room to find Daddy's massive bloated cock plunging in and out of my little brother's small round oval shaped mouth. And all Daddy had done when he'd seen me was grin evilly and chuckle hideously as he then grabbed the back of Jason's bobbing head and shoved the full length and girth of his huge cock further down Jason's stretched mouth and throat, making him gag and splutter uncontrollably. Instantly I roared, seeing crimson red, and raising my fists, ran the short distance that separated us to start tearing at Daddy's face, to start pummelling my fists against his stomach and chest, to try pulling Jason away from him. And then just as quickly, I suddenly found myself on the floor of the lounge room, on my back, unable to move as pain raced through my head as I tried gingerly to shake the blazing stars from out of my blurred vision. "That's it, you little slutty cock sucking girl! Yeah, slide them lady's lips all the way down! Now all the way up! Faster, you little cock sucker! Make your Daddy feel real good, just like your whore of a faggot sister does!" I vaguely heard, as Daddy then groaned in ecstasy as he forced Jason to suck him off faster. And as my strength returned slowly, along with my ability to move just a fraction, I lifted my unsteady scrambled head and watched in stunned silence as Daddy grunted loudly, rammed his cock all the way down Jason's violently gagging throat and flooded my little brother's mouth with his powerful blasts of salty man spunk. "That was good, you little cock sucking slut! Really, really good! Tight little girly lips and throat you got there! Now why don't you go help take your faggot whore boy of a big brother into my bedroom, and he'll show you what's expected of you from now on!" Daddy snarled ominously, laughing hideously as he wiped his semi-hard spit and cum covered cock all over Jason's shocked tear-stained face. Part Twelve ----------- I was in a deeply depressed state of shock for the next few weeks, unable to grasp the enormity of what had happened to Jason, and what we were now both expected to do to pleasure Daddy. When it was just me, I had a single purpose for being Daddy's faggot whore boy. It had seemed the right thing to do, because I got to stay on and protect my little brother, and Daddy would keep his filthy perverted hands off him. But now that distorted allusion had been swept away the moment Daddy had forced Jason to kneel before him and give him a blow job. So, having lifted the lid on my ignorance and stupidity, Daddy now continued to blackmail both my little brother and me into being his personal sex slaves. And it wasn't just with him. We were made to perform sexually with each other for Daddy's personal entertainment and amusement, sometimes on the lounge room floor, and always when we were in his bed. Immediately Daddy moved us both into his bedroom and turned both Jason's and my bedroom into a studio study for himself. As Daddy renovated the room, he immediately installed a new computer, scanner, 2 digital video cameras, and 4 large overhead spot lights, which he secured to the ceiling in each corner of the room. Once happy with what he'd done, he visited the local rubbish tip where he found a filthy old torn double mattress, which he placed in the centre of the room, proclaiming proudly he was now ready to make a fortune on the internet. Both Jason and me were immediately ordered to strip off our clothes, lie next to each other and slowly jerk each other off as Daddy video recorded what we were doing, streaming it live to a few paying customers on the net. So, when not at school, doing our chores, or looking after Daddy's perverted needs, both Jason and I found we spent most of our free time in that small studio study, performing a multitude of deviant sexual acts for Daddy's private video collection and his ever expanding Internet clientele. And as this was all happening, unable to do anything about it, I'd look sadly at my little brother Jason, ashamed of myself that I had failed him. Humiliated that I was unable to protect his innocence, unable to ask him to forgive me for letting him down, even though he had, that very first night Daddy had viciously raped him. On that night of my 18th birthday, when Daddy had knocked me out and then spurted his sperm into Jason's mouth, my little brother, weeping and coughing, had quickly obeyed Daddy's orders by helping me stagger into his bedroom, where carefully Jason lay me on my back, before falling down next to me and sobbing uncontrollably. My heart had nearly broken then and there, as I knew I'd failed him. So I tentatively reached over and gently pulled his trembling naked body close to mine, hugging him as tenderly as I could. Then before I knew it, I was also crying, unable to stop myself. Great sobs escaped my lungs as my chest heaved and my body shuddered in grief. But to my surprise, it was Jason who suddenly sat up, wiped his red eyes clear and cuddled me even closer to his chest. Then, patting and rubbing my back gently, whispering calmly to me, trying to settle me down, he looked me straight in the face. "I know everything Chris. I know what you had to do to protect me since mum died. Tonight Uncle Max showed me some of the video's he made of you and him, as well as the photos he took of you." Jason said in a trembling voice. "Uncle Max thought I'd hate you for what you've done with him! Make me think you were nothing but a queer and a homo! But I know you, you're my big brother, and I know you're not like that!" he added angrily, but as softly as possible. "And when he saw I wasn't so dumb, that I wouldn't fall for all the shit he was dishing to me, well, then he told me if I didn't do what he wanted, he'd send you away, have you locked away in prison or to a psych ward." "I couldn't let him do that to you... It's why I agreed to go along with him. Not real bright of me, hey?" Jason said sadly, hanging his head in shame, as if it was all his fault. "So it's Ok now! I seen through his lies and I know none of this is your fault!" he whispered to me even softer, not wanting Daddy to hear anything he was saying. "But you got to pull yourself together now Chris! You got to help me get through this, you understand? He'll hurt me real bad if you don't help me now! You've got to tell me what I gotta do to survive this?" He said urgently, afraid that Daddy would suddenly come in and interrupt us. All I could do was stare up at him. He had astounded me with his oh-so-mature logic that was way beyond his 16 years. And looking up into my little brother's sad and frightened face, his bruised quivering lips, I felt the shame and humiliation of the last year wash over me as I realised how less of a man and protector I'd been to my little brother. Of how cowardly I'd been in letting Daddy abuse me. But I couldn't think on that too long. My little brother's words had gotten through my grief and I still had to make sure that Jason somehow came through this alive. I no longer cared about myself anymore, all I could think about was my little brother's safety. "Okay then! Don't call him Uncle Max from now on, Jason! He'll hurt you if you call him that! Just call him Daddy, like I do from now on, ok?" I said as quietly as I could, trying to push the fear I had for Jason back down into the deepest recesses of my mind. "We'll both have to do things that will make you feel really sick and disgusted, worse than just sucking him off! He'll make us do things with each other that will horrify you, and then he'll do things to both of us that will terrify you! No matter what, you've just got to blank your mind somehow. Just try and go numb, and somehow we'll both get through it!" I whispered desperately back at Jason, hoping he was understanding the gravity of what I was saying. "But that's only the beginning! He's a real sicko, sicker than you can imagine! So you just got to trust me and do whatever he wants you to do, and do it to the best of your abilities! If he orders you to hurt me, then don't hesitate, just do it! I'll always know whatever he makes you do to me, it's not your fault!" I added frantically, but still in a low voice. "He'll also make me hurt you, and I'll have to do it! I won't want to, but if I don't, he could end up doing something far worse to you, so please believe me when I say I love you, and all you gotta do is hang in there. And hopefully, somehow, someway, I'll be able to come up with a plan that will get us both away from him forever!" I finished. "Do you understand me?" I asked him, looking into his eyes, frightened that he might not recognised the seriousness of our situation. "And he will hurt you real bad, Jason! It's what he likes, and there won't be a damned thing I can do to stop him! You just got to somehow hang in there, and we'll work something out, okay!" I added, not knowing what else I could say to ready him for the nightmare we both knew was about to start. Instead, Jason leaned closer and suddenly wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tightly as he tried to reassure me that he fully understood what I was telling him. And when Daddy finally entered the room, there we lay next to each other, completely naked, our legs up in the air and spread wide apart, jerking off slowly for his depraved amusement and entertainment. Part Twelve ----------- My routine in the house has now changed completely. Since the night Daddy violently took my little brother's virginity, Jason now has to help me with all the household chores. We now both sleep in Daddy's bed, and Jason and me wake up around 6am, carefully crawl under the sheets so as not to wake him up. And then we begin gently licking and sucking Daddy's huge cock and large hairy balls at the same time. He loves to wake up to the warm, moist feeling of both our tongues sliding up and down the sides of his huge erect cock at the same time, and when his satisfied that we've done a good enough job, he'll select one of us to deep throat him while the other tongues his balls. Once his blown his load, he'll order us to 69 each other, usually with me on top. He makes us do it slowly, watching us avidly, making sure that we do it the way he likes it. Usually, after a few minutes, Jason will cum in my mouth, as his got a real sensitive dick. It takes me a little longer, but when I do, I have to be careful not to hurt him by ramming my dick all the way down his throat, and it's usually enough to fill his mouth and dribble out the corners of his enclosed sealed lips. We aren't allowed to swallow once we've cum in each others mouths. We have to open our mouths wide and display it to Daddy as proof that we've cum, before he permits us to swallow it all. Then depending on if we've made him horny again by our performance, he'll make us get on our hands and knees next to each other, and then he takes turns fucking each of our arseholes, moving from one to the other at his own leisure. Again, once his cum up either of our arseholes, we'll both turn around and clean his cock and balls with our tongues, and then suck out his spunk from out of each of our arseholes. After that, Jason and I take a quick shower, making sure that we shave all the hair off each others bodies, and then I make both Daddy's and Jason's breakfast, before my little brother scoots off to school. Daddy has pulled me out of my last year at school. Because I learnt a little bit about the internet, like how to build a really basic web page, Daddy says he needs me to now concentrate fully on getting his porno website operating properly. So I usually make sure that all the software programs and hardware are running smoothly, and when he wants to test it, he'll strip down, pull a balaclava over his head, and use me as a live demonstration performance for some of his more regular online customers to view. As soon as Jason gets back from school, we're both made to strip and perform whatever sexual acts Daddy wants to video record. Usually this is making us fuck each other for long sessions, and this can take up to 2 hours, and then once we've both cum and he's finished video recording us, my little brother and I are required to do our normal household duties in the nude and then get dinner ready. By about 8.30pm, after Jason's done his homework, we're both ordered to strip naked again, get on our knees, and take turns sucking Daddy off. By 10.30pm, we'll be lying on our backs on his bed, jerking off and finger-fucking each other, with our long legs in the air and wide apart, waiting for Daddy to come to bed. Most times now, Jason and me hardly ever get to have any personal time together. Daddy doesn't like it when we're talking alone, as he thinks such talk between us is just idle gossip and totally useless. But when we do, we talk about any ideas we may come up with on how we might one day be able to escape, of what we will do once we get away, what will it be like once we are free? And lately, after our secret talks, Jason seems to be happier, humming away to himself when he thinks his alone, and I know his got some bright spark of an idea hatching in his clever young head. Diary Days' Trilogy... Story Three - Diary Days: Jason's Journal Entry One --------- It's been a long time since I've made an entry in this diary. In fact, I shouldn't call it a diary, as it's more like a journal, large and thick, with plenty of space to write endlessly about anything I choose. Chris, my big brother, had given it to me on my 15th birthday, a few months before our mother had passed away 3 years ago. As you can see, I've only ever penned a few insignificant comments of how some of my days had been all those years ago. Jottings made on days when I'd seen this diary lying around, dust-covered and abandoned. And feeling guilty, remembering what Chris had told me all those years ago, I'd picked it up and scribbled down a few odd thoughts I'd had. "I'm giving this to you, Jason, so that if you ever feel the need, you can write down all the good and bad stuff that's happening in your life. Stuff you may feel you can never tell anybody else, even me." Chris had said to me. "Someone at school told me it's really good therapy. And maybe they're right. In years to come, when you're all grown up, you can read through this diary of how you were travelling, and how you dealt with what life had to throw at you!" he added on the day he'd given it to me, neither of us truly understanding the significance of what he was saying. As I said, he'd given it to me at a time he and I were going through the worst ever year in our young teenage lives. Our mum, bedridden and close to death's door, had in her ongoing sickness, unwittingly shaken the very foundations of our cosy, comfortable existence, and without us knowing it then, she was about to leave us forever. And Chris, seeing how I was unable to comprehend what was going on, and being unable to speak to anyone, had hugged me tightly and begged me in a sad broken voice, to remember his advise as he handed me the diary. Finally, a week after Chris had turned 17, and me about to turn 16 soon, our mother passed away. We both suffered and grieved her loss for many years after. But when Daddy (who's actually our step-father Uncle Max) took total control of both our life's, I know now if I'd kept a daily written account of what was happening to us in this diary, then maybe, just maybe things would have been a whole lot different today. So much has happened since then. Ugly, cruel events, that defied our young innocent minds, and left both Chris and me full of humiliated shame and regrets, of lost opportunities. Now all we had to look forward to was a bleak frightening future. But that's all in hindsight, which is really nice to say when you're looking back in time, but it sure doesn't help Chris or me now. Of course, as I was to learn, life has a way of being very deceptive, most times throwing extreme tragedy after tragedy at you, until finally you have to take a stand and fight back. And in a way, as I leaf through this diary, I wish I'd done what Chris had suggested to me way back then, and kept up a more comprehensive daily record of what our days were like back then. Anyway, ever since this diary's been returned to me earlier this morning, and I've now flicked through and read the few scribbled notes I made so long ago, memories of those long bygone days have risen again to haunt me of those terrible years. Now, still frightened of the past, I think I'll write in it every day from now on, just as Chris had asked me to when he'd originally handed it to me as a gift. Entry Two --------- Well, I've just got back from chow call and given both my cellies their 'after-dinner blow jobs', as they quite fondly call it. As usual, and as part of my personal and private daily prison routine, they both demand that I suck them off after we've all had our evening meal. And as is expected of me, on the way back from the prison mess hall I have to hold onto the back pants' pocket of Buddha's prison uniform, keep close to him and Ivan as they slowly escort me back to our cell. They say its for my own protect, so everyone in our part of the cell block knows that I'm their property, that all the other prisoners know and recognise I'm under their protection. Also, it reinforces the fact throughout the jail that I'm marked as being their own personal punk-boy. And that if anyone were to try coming on to me, they would have both Buddha and Ivan to deal with personally. Otherwise, they say, I'd probably end up being viciously raped repeatedly, night and day, by the many