Chapter 11

by Todd Morton

I was a brat. I was born a brat. I was always a brat. The only person I ever listened to was my sister, Beth. I don’t know why I listened to only her, I just did. She was only a year older than me but I worshiped her. She was more my mother than my real mom. I can’t explain my emotions concerning Beth. It’s too complicated.

When I was fourteen things began to change. Friends of ours, the Smiths, were over to visit. I liked their kids, Megan and Eric. I had the hots for Megan. She was nineteen and it was all I could do to keep from telling her that I wanted to fuck her brains out. In fact, I think I did tell her a couple times. She hated me, though. I didn’t care. I still wanted to fuck her. She was hot! Her brother was OK. Kind of quiet but he was OK.

That day they were visiting, something happened that blew my mind. Totally! Mrs. Smith’s boyfriend, Mr. Tancredi, pointed his finger at Eric and then snapped his fingers. Eric looked like as white as a ghost then he got down on his knees and got in a position like he was a slave. Mr. Tancredi snapped his fingers again and Eric stripped naked. And every hair on his body was shaved off. His pubic hair and every thing. His ass was all black and blue like he’d been beaten. It looked terrible. And the whole thing turned me on.

Eric had to call me master and he had to do everyything I told him to except Megan and Beth and Mr. Tancredi were running the show and I never got a chance to make him do anything.

Beth and Megan put make-up and nail polish on him and made him look like a girl. Then it really got weird. Mr. Tancredi told Eric to jack off into a bowl and Beth held it for him. I thought Beth was getting way too involved. After Todd shot his wad into the bowl he had to drink it. I was afraid I was going to cream my pants I was so excited. After that the Smith’s and Mr. Tancredi left and the fun stopped but they said that Beth and I were going to go over to the Smith’s house the next day.

I was so excited that night I could hardly sleep. I jacked off twice thinking about Eric and the things he had done and the things I was going to make him do the next day.

The following day Mrs. Smith and Mr. Tancredi came over to pick up Megan and me to drive us back to the Smith’s house. But before we left things got even weirder. Mr. Tancredi did that finger snapping thing and Mrs. Smith wound up in the middle of the floor, stark naked and in the slave position. God, she was gorgeous. I grabbed her tit and started playing with it – the first tit that I ever touched if you don’t count mom’s when I was a baby. It was awesome! I wanted to stay and play with Mrs. Smith but David said we had to go. At least I could abuse Eric when we got to the Smiths. I wondered what mom and dad were going to do to Mrs. Smith.

When we got to the Smith’s I was disappointed to find Eric dressed and not in SPH. That’s what they called it. SPH. Suffering pain and humiliation. Even the name made me hard. I was pissed off to see Eric and Beth kiss like they were long lost lovers or something. How could she care for him after all of the disgusting things he had done the day before?

I wasn’t dissapointed for long. We found Megan kneeling in the slave position, naked, on top of the kitchen table. I almost creamed my pants she looked so sexy. I couldn’t keep my hands off her. I grabbed her tits and stuck my finger in her pussy and everything. She even had a dildo stuck up her ass. David said I could fuck her if I wanted or anything else. First I got a blowjob and then I fucked her. God it was awesome. What a way to lose my virginity! Eric and Beth fucked each other, too. I probably would have cared more if I wasn’t so caught up in my own sexual escapades.

Mom and dad and Mrs. Smith came and Mrs. Smith was still naked and crawling on her hands and knees. She was really beat up. She was covered with welts and her ass looked like raw meat. God, she was sexy!

Then the best thing of the day happened. At least as cool as the blowjob and getting fucked. Beth and I got to whip Eric and Megan. We whipped every inch of their poor naked bodies. We even whipped Eric’s prick and he screamed bloody murder when we did. I felt sorry for the poor guy but he took it and just stood there waiting for us to finish. I never could have done it. Whipping Megan was unbelievable. She stood in the middle of the floor and twisted and cried but still kept standing there no matter how hard I whipped her. Toward the end she was crying like a baby. God, it was cool. If I hadn’t just fucked her I would have cum in my pants.

And just before we left, Mr. Tancredi said that I could fuck both Megan and her mother whenever I wanted – well, almost whenever I wanted - even if they weren’t in SPH. Life was really looking good. At least for a while.

For the next several weeks I was in heaven. It took a couple days for Megan to get over her beating but then I fucked her every time I saw her and sometimes twice. She sucked my dick and showed me all kinds of things that were really awesome. And then I did it with Mrs. Smith and I got to fuck her in the ass and it was the greatest feeling ever. Like I said, life was good.

Until the day Beth pointed her finger at me and I was in SPH. I never would have done it for anybody but Beth but I did it for her. I suffered like I couldn’t believe possible. My ass was paddled and caned so I could hardly sit. I had to give Mr. Tancredi a blowjob and swallow his cum and I sucked Eric’s dick and he came all over my face and I couldn’t clean it off and it dried on my face. And then I had to beat off in a bowl just like Eric did and had to lick it all up. It was the worst day of my life. Two good things happened though; One – Instead of beating me, Mrs. Smith rubbed lotion all over my sore bottom and thighs. She even poked her finger in my asshole. It was all I could do to not cum in her lap. Two – That night I got to sleep with the most wonderful person in the world, but I’ll tell you about that later.

Now I’m going to tell you something really weird. If I was given a choice, have Megan in SPH or be in SPH myself, I don’t know which I’d choose. That’s how fucked up I had become. I was as fucked up as Megan and Eric and Mrs. Smith. I was just a fourteen-year-old kid who did exactly as I pleased or exactly as I was told. Whichever. Didn’t matter to me. I was happy both ways.

After I drank my own cum for Beth, she asked Mrs. Smith if there were anything that she’d like me to do. Mrs. Smith, who I thought was my friend, suggested sticking a didlo in my ass.

"That’s a good idea," said Megan and off she went to get her dildo.

Next I’m on my knees with my elbows on the floor and my ass sticking up and Megan’s sticking her finger, greasy with Vaseline, in my asshole. Then she sticks the dildo in. From then until 9am the next morning I had that stupid dildo stuck in my ass. The only time I got to take it out was when I had to take a shit after dinner. Megan had to take it out and put it back in for me. I wasn’t allowed to touch it.

Once I had my asshole stuffed I had to crawl around and get everyone drinks and snacks. Mrs. Smith and her kids made dinner for everyone but I had to set the table and make sure everybody had what they wanted. I ate my dinner out of Eric’s dog food bowls. I ate on the floor, just like a dog. I couldn’t use my hands or anything. After dinner I cleaned up but the Smith’s helped me.

The adults did their thing and the kids went to the basement and shot pool. Beth told me to stay with her so every where she went I crawled along behind, even up and down the steps. When I wasn’t crawling I had to assume that slave position that I thought was so demeaning. Every now and then Megan or Eric would smack me with their pool cue. Ouch! Finally it was time to go home but even that didn’t work out the way I thought it would. Megan and Eric left with mom and dad and god only knows what happened at our house. Mrs. Smith pulled me to my feet and kissed me on my mouth. It wasn’t just a peck either. She kissed me and hugged me and we did the tongue thing and she rubbed my balls and cock and I was ready. God, was I ready.

"Todd’" she said to me, "I love you and, starting today, I think you’re a wonderful boy." Starting today! Huh!

Then she went off to bed with Mr. Tancredi. That left me and Beth and my hard-on. I was still on my feet and the first thing Beth said was, "What are you doing on your feet, Todd? Get in position. Now!"

When I was in position she asked, "So, what do you think, Todd? Are you happy? Am I doing the right thing with you?"

I tried to answer honestly. "I… I don’t know Mistress Beth. I think probably you are. I… I know that I’ve been a brat and everything but…"

"Getting punished for being a brat isn’t the important point, Todd, although you deserve it and I’m glad to see you getting it. The question is you, Todd. Is it right for you to be like the Smiths? To be subservient and to be beaten and humiliated? Not all the time but regularly, like the Smith’s?

"Yeah, I guess so," I admitted. "I never would have thought so but now that I’ve been through it… Yeah, I guess… I dunno. I guess it’s right. Mistress, Beth"

"All the rules have changed, Todd," she said. "There’s no more right and wrong. Only what I want or Mr. Tancredi wants or whatever your current mistress or master wants. Do you understand that?"

"Yeah, I understand, Mistress Beth."

"Good," she said. "Now go clean up. We’re sleeping in Megan’s room tonight."

We? Beth and me? Together? The rules certainly had changed. I crawled to the bathroom. I washed the dried cum from my face. It had been there since Eric put it there god only knows how long ago. On my knees I tried to wash as much of my body as I could. I even peed while kneeling in front of the toilet. I was wondering if I could find a clean toothbrush when Beth walked in. She asked me what I was looking for and when I told her she grabbed the first tooth brush she saw and gave it to me saying, "Use that. When you consider what we’ve been doing with each other a toothbrush shouldn’t make any difference."

When I began brushing my teeth she pulled her shorts and panties down and sat on the toilet. I could hear her pee splashing in the water.

"Beth, you shouldn’t…," I started to say.

"The old rules don’t count, Todd. Remember? The only rules are my rules. Oh, and by the way, I heard my name but I didn’t hear ‘Mistress,’ did I?"

Oh shit, I thought to myself. Now what? "No, Mistress Beth. I’m sorry."

"It’s going to cost you," she said as she took the toothbrush from my hand and began brushing her own teeth. "Go lie on the bed on your back."

I crawled into the bedroom and did as she instructed. The bedspread hurt my sore ass and thighs and my stupid prick was getting hard again. On the wall across from the bed were hanging Megan’s paddle, whip and cane. They’d be one of the first things she saw when she woke up in the morning. Beth entered and took her clothes off as I watched. I had only seen her naked once before, during the Smith’s baby oil party, and god she was hot! My own sister! No rules!

As I watched she took the cane from the wall and stood over me. Without a word I got six strokes, three on my belly and three on my thighs. It never ceased to amaze me how much pain that stupid cane could inflict.

"That’s for failing to call me ‘Mistress,’" she said. "Now thank me."

"Thank you for caning me, Mistress Beth," I said.

Beth and I got under the covers and we did lots of stuff and then we fucked. The dildo was in my ass the whole night, even while we were fucking and it felt good and felt like it belonged there. It was one of the sweetest nights I ever had. No rules!

The next morning we showered together and she removed my dildo. Actually, it was Megan’s dildo. I cleaned it off and put it on the center of her dresser where she kept it. It was the only thing she was allowed to have on her dresser.

I served Beth her breakfast and ate mine on the floor. Beth brought a stool up from the basement that had a little pole sticking up out of the middle of the seat. Beth called it a training stool. She took the pole off and replaced it with a smaller one. She got some Vaseline and had me bend over while she greased my asshole and she also greased the pole on the stool. Then she told me to sit on it. I did. My ass and thighs hurt where they contacted the seat. There were two loops on each side of the stool that I had to put my ankles in and that bent my knees and spread them out. I was sitting on a stool in the middle of the room with a pole up my ass and showing off my prick.

Mrs. Smith and Mr. Tancredi had gone out before we got up and they were returning just in time to see my latest humiliation. They had a couple bags and a stool just like the one I was sitting on only without the dildo in the seat. Mr. Tancredi took the stuff to the basement and Mrs. Smith stood in front of me, between my knees, placing her hands on my waist. She smiled at me and asked how I was doing. I said OK and we said this and that like we were having an ordinary conversation and I wasn’t naked sitting on a stool with a dildo up my ass. She kissed me on the lips and left to talk with Beth over a cup of coffee. I remained where I was thinking about how my ass hurt and how the dildo felt kind of neat.

Eric and Megan returned without my parents. Megan teased me for a while saying silly things to me and kissing me and poking her tongue in my ear, which gave me the shivers. Then she said that she thought she’d be joining me. She was right.

Mr. Tancredi returned from the basement and told Eric to fetch the rest of the stools. As Eric complied Mr. Tancredi showed me my new paddle, cane, whip and dildo and bowls. The paddle had my name on it and the dildo had a green ball on the end. The two bowls also had my name on them. I was told to hang the paddle, whip and cane on the wall of my bedroom like Megan had done and to clean my dresser off so that the dildo would be the only item on it, also like Megan. I was to bring all the stuff with me every time I visited the Smiths unless told otherwise. Mr. Tancredi then told Mrs. Smith, Eric and Megan that they were in SPH and they had to strip and mount their stools. I watched as they stripped, greased each other, greased their dildos and got on board. The whole scene gave me a raging hard-on. I guessed that in the past month I was hard more than I wasn’t. And it was getting worse… Or better. Whichever.

The four of us were arranged in a circle, facing each other. My entire field of vision was filled with naked people showing off their naked sex. The Smiths started talking like this was their regular social club or something, which I guess it, was. Welcome to the club, I told myself.

Beth and Mr. Tancrdi announced that they were going to my house and that we were to remain as we were until told otherwise.

When they left Mrs. Smith asked me how I slept.

"OK, I guess," I replied.

"She’s asking you if you got laid, dummy," said Eric.

"Oh," I said. "Yeah, Beth and I, uh, you know, we…" They all laughed.

"Is Beth as good as me?" asked Megan.

"Or me," said Mrs. Smith.

They were teasing me but I couldn’t think of any snappy comebacks.

"Or me?" said Eric.

I laughed and told them that Eric was best.

"I see you’ve got a few more stripes," said Mrs. Smith.

"Yeah," I said, looking down at the red welts on my belly and thighs. "Beth punished me because ‘cause I forgot to call her ‘Mistress’"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," said Mrs. Smith. "Such a bad boy."

My ass was sore against the hard wooden stool and I was doing some squirming and I used the stirrups and my hands on the seat to lift my bottom off the seat, sliding up the pole in my ass.

Eric smiled and said, "Feels good doesn’t it."

I blushed. Then I blushed some more because it was so stupid to blush the first time, considering all that had happened.

"Your ass doesn’t hurt, does it?" asked Megan.

"Shit, Megan, it’s killing me. After what you and dad did to me I’m lucky I’m alive."

That comment got a lot of sympathy.

"Aw, poor baby." "Poor little Toddy got his bum paddled." Stuff like that. Mrs. Smith was as bad as her kids. I guess they thought they could tease me because they had suffered as much as me and probably worse. And I had caused some of it. I decided to change the subject.

"What’s with these poles stuck up our ass?" I asked. "Why are these called training stools?"

"You’re in training to be buggered," said Megan.

"Tenderized and sodomized," said Eric.

"The dildoes stretch your sphincter muscles so when you’re sodomized it won’t hurt so much," said Mrs. Smith. "David likes to beat on a bottom while buggering it. That’s why Eric calls it ‘tenderize and sodomize.’ David will let you heal from yesterday before you get it. Also, he’ll replace the dildo you’re using with a larger one like ours."

"I’ll probably get to fuck you, too, Todd," said Eric. "Something you can dream about. My dick pounding in your asshole."

"I get hard just thinking about it," I said, trying to sound sarcastic. It might have worked if I wasn’t hard. They all laughed and I laughed, too.

Time passed as we talked and when we didn’t talk we just looked at each other and that was as much fun as talking. The Smiths made no effort to cover up the fact that they were staring at my cock or at each other. It was pretty cool. It was lunchtime when Mr. Tancredi and Beth and my parents returned. I’d been on the stool for over two hours. Although I was stiff and my ass hurt something fierce the time passed much faster than I would have believed.

We were all taken off SPH. I put on a pair of underwear to relieve some of the pain in my ass but Eric, Megan and Mrs. Smith remained naked for most of the afternoon. Eric and Beth disappeared for a while and I didn’t even care. I had learned to share. No rules! When they returned Beth was naked, too. God, she was beautiful! But so was Megan and so was Mrs. Smith. I wasn’t ready to include Eric or Mr. Smith, yet. It occurred to me that the only female present that I hadn’t fucked was my mother and I somehow felt that that would change.

That ended my initiation. Mr. Tancredi left for a business trip that took a week. The rest of us just sort of hung around. Sometimes at our house and sometimes at the Smiths. Every day that we were at the Smiths, Megan, Eric, Mrs. Smith and I would spend two hours on our stools. Except for that there was no SPH. As my ass healed I began to enjoy the time we spent together for our group buggering. We did a lot of teasing and had a lot of fun. I never had any real friends except for Beth and I guess that’s why I liked the group buggering.

Sex was great! I slept with everybody. I even wound up with just Eric one night and fucked him in the ass. Then I gave him a blowjob. I still don’t think I’m queer but the amazing thing is, I don’t care any more and the reason is that nobody else cares. Nights with Beth were the best. I can’t say that the sex was the best but I loved her best. My own sister. No rules!

After Mr. Tancredi returned we had one of Mrs. Smith’s baby oil parties and it was phenomenal. We all joined in except mom and dad but I think they’re loosening up a little and now I’m teasing them about joining us for the next party. I came three times during the party. Once was in Megan’s ass and the other two times my cum just mixed with the baby oil.

One afternoon we were all at the Smith’s house and Beth says like it’s no big deal, "Isn’t it about time for Todd’s tenderizing and sodomizing?" Two minutes later I’m naked and stretched over the kitchen table.

First Megan whipped my ass until I was screaming bloody murder and then Eric fucked me while everybody watched. Then Mrs. Smith paddled me and I screamed louder and harder and cried forever while Mr. Tancredi fucked me. I thought I was done and it was over. I couldn’t stand any more pain. Wrong! Mom approached me with the cane and dad was taking his clothes off. Beth, God bless her, knelt in front of me and held my hands as I suffered through mom’s caning. It was beyond any pain I had ever experienced. Without Beth I never would have stood it. Then dad buggered me while Beth kissed me and licked away my tears. My asshole was wet and slippery from my two previous buggerings and dad drove hard and fast, slamming his loins against my suffering rear and making me cry out in pain. With my sphincter I could feel his prick pulsate as he came in my bowls. He withdrew and Beth and I sank to the floor where she sat and I laid with my face in her lap, crying. Mom sat beside us and, with the same lotion that Mrs. Smith had used several weeks earlier, soothed my ass and thighs with her gentle hands.

After my sobbing had subsided Beth lifted my face to hers and kissed me gently on the lips. The three of us stood, me on rubbery legs, and mom wrapped her arms around me, enfolding me. Mom and I walked to the bedroom. Not much later I could rightly say that I had either fucked or been fucked by all of the Smiths, Mortons and Mr. Tancredi. I was only fourteen-years-old and had done things that most grown men only dream about. And some things they’d never consider. What was left for me? To excite me?

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