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Diary Days
by MickMack (mickmack999@yahoo.com.au)
***
Uncle Max isn't the nicest person to hang around. In
fact, he's a brutal sadistic psychopath, who loves to
abuse and humiliate his two step-sons. (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
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Diary Days' Trilogy... (Revised)
Story One - Uncle Max
Part One
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"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
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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
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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
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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
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"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
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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
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"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
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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
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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
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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
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"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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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"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
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"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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
multi-ethnic prison gangs that wait to prey on
unattended, unescorted young good looking boy punks
like myself.
It's routine for me now, been that way ever since I
came here a year ago, and one that I do without any
complaint, so as not to anger them in any way.
And as is expected of me every time, as soon as we
enter our cell, and the huge metal cell door with the
tiny glassed observation window slides closed behind
us, I immediately strip my clothes off, get on my knees
before Buddha, undo the front of his prison overalls as
he stands there before me, and carefully and gently
take his large erect penis into my mouth and down my
throat.
And as I suck him off, reaching up around his hips to
caress and massage his huge hairy clenching and
unclenching arse cheeks at the same time, he'll hold my
head in place as he slowly manoeuvres both our body's
over to the lower mattress of the double bunk we share.
Then sitting down heavily, Buddha will lay back, close
his eyes and moan in pleasure as he enjoys the
pleasurable feeling of my moist lips and sucking mouth
travelling quickly and tightly up and down his thickly
veined cock shaft as he spreads his thick hairy legs
even wider apart.
Most times, it doesn't take him long to cum as I blow
him and caress and tickle his big hairy balls.
Of course, I swallow all his spurting spoof obediently,
gobbling every thick strand of spunk that jettisons
from his piss slit, before releasing his still hard
dick from my mouth.
Then hobbling quickly over to Ivan's bunk, where he
eagerly lays back watching me, I repeat the process by
undoing the front of his overalls, taking his huge
uncut cock out and then suck him off quickly.
Depending on how horny they are, I will hurry on my
knees back and forth between them, until finally
they've had enough of my mouth around their cocks, or
until they push my head away from their dicks roughly
and tell me to prepare myself for their all night long
'punk-boy fuck session' once the lights have gone out.
So, before lights out, I get my thin mattress off the
top bed of the double bunk I share with Buddha, and
place it on the concrete floor in the middle of the
cell.
They say I'm lucky because I don't have to douche like
most of the other punks in our block.
Both my cellies believe it's a waste of time anyway, as
douching just loosens up all my anal muscles way too
much, making me too much of a sloppy ride.
Also, they say it takes away the raw skin-to-skin
pleasure and tightly gripping sensitivity they get
whenever they're fucking me.
Either way, they say a bit of shit and slime on their
dicks won't do me any harm, and each time they finish
using me, I'll clean off both their spent cocks with my
moist tongue and sucking lips.
Before that though, I've usually assumed the 'punk-boy
fuck position' on my thin mattress in the centre of the
room, lying naked on my stomach with my arms and legs
spreadeagled wide apart.
Then I await for them to take me whenever the mood
seizes them throughout the night.
In a way, I don't mind really. Since being sentenced to
28 years for the first degree murder of Daddy, I don't
find what they demand of me to be all that difficult,
or all that terrible.
Especially after being held captive for 2 long horrible
years as Daddy's sex slave.
Even at their worst, both Buddha and Ivan have never
really harmed me as badly as Daddy had, or tried to
damage or scar me at any time while they were using me.
To them, I'm just a long term prison punk-boy, a sexual
plaything they use whenever they want, as they wait out
the remainder of their own long prison sentences.
Tonight I'm lucky.
After sucking off both my cellies, Buddha's allowing me
½ an hour to myself to write in my diary before I
assume the 'punk-boy fuck position'.
Buddha had initially snatched the diary off me the
moment the prison guard had handed it to me earlier
that morning, leaving me staring down at a long
forgotten memento which brought back so many
nightmarish memories flooding back.
Buddha had taken about 2 hours reading and re-reading
what little I'd written in it all those years ago, and
with a funny, maybe even sad look in his eyes, he'd
slowly handed it back to me and told me he and Ivan
didn't mind if I were to keep writing in it, if I still
wanted to.
He told me he and Ivan would make sure I got time, but
only after I'd cleaned our cell, and looked after both
their sexual needs.
To me, that concession from them both brought tears of
gratitude to my eyes, and I thanked Buddha and Ivan
softly, with down cast eyes, for showing me this little
bit of kindness, as I again knelt before their
outstretched legs and sucked them both off.
Entry Three
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It seems if I'm to begin writing in this diary again,
to relate everything that had happened to Chris and me,
then I have to start at the very beginning.
And as I write this, the one thing I do know with
crystal clear clarity, is that I love my big brother
very much, love him for his courage and sensitivity,
love him for saving my life.
I remember the day of our mum's funeral, the little
chapel, the casket draped in dozens of flower bouquets,
of how Chris had been there to comfort me, his strong
arms wrapped around me, hugging me, consoling me.
Then after our mum's funeral service, and the rented
limo had dropped us off at home, I recall how I had
wept for the whole afternoon, Chris right there by my
side, caring for me, whispering to me that everything
would be alright, that it was alright for me to cry,
that we would somehow get through all this terrible
misery.
And I'd believed him.
Falling asleep with his strong arms still clutching me
close to his chest as I lay on my bed in despair, I
truly believed Chris would make everything alright.
That with mum gone, Chris would from now on look after
us both.
I remember waking up in the middle of that first night,
whimpering, calling out softly to Chris, wondering what
had awoken me. I remember being so very tired, but
could see through half opened eyes that Chris wasn't in
his own single bed opposite me in our bedroom.
And not wanting to get up from the warm comfort of my
own bed, I figured that he must be out in the lounge
room talking with Daddy, I mean Uncle Max.
As I'd drifted back into a deep sleep, my nearly
unconscious, sleep-induced mind, on some small level
registered the faint echoes of low muffled cries,
softly murmured moans and groans, of someone stumbling
around the house, and the constant repetitive resonance
of what sounded like rolling waves lapping back and
forth quickly against a sandy beach.
Of course, the next thing I remember was opening my
eyes and realising it was morning.
I'd looked across at Chris' bed and saw that he was
there under his bed covers, his back to me.
But as soon as I got up, Chris suddenly sat up and
swung himself out of his bed and, with large puffy bags
under his red veined eyes, and appearing to limp bow-
legged a bit as I followed him out to the kitchen, he
asked me what I wanted for breakfast.
I asked him if he was ok, but he smiled at me gently
and said he was fine, that everything would be ok, and
then again asked me what I wanted for breakfast.
To me, not much happened that first year after mum
passed away.
I grieved for the loss of mum with Chris for months on
end, but as I got back into the routine of being back
at school, of coming home to find Chris cleaning the
house and cooking our meals, I'd do my homework and
then probably do what any normal teenage 16 year old
would do.
Chris and I only ever had one falling out in that first
year, and that's the day I came home from school to
hear Daddy (Uncle Max), call out for my brother to
bring him another beer.
Chris had sighed, and opening and closing the frig, had
taken it to him in the lounge room and then I heard him
call our step-father 'Daddy'.
At the time I was in shock. How could Chris call that
scumbag 'Daddy'? He wasn't our father! We'd both agreed
we'd never refer to Uncle Max that way.
So, as soon as we were alone in our bedroom, I demanded
to know what the hell was going on. Chris, unable to
look me in the eyes, told me that everything was fine,
and that I wasn't to be too concerned about what he
called our step-father.
Anyway, we argued for quite some time, me nearly
hysterical at times, until our Uncle Max bellowed out
for us to keep down the noise.
"I have my reasons, Jason! Please! Just trust me!" he'd
said despondently, but with finality.
And that's the one thing I could do.
Even though I didn't understand, I trusted Chris
completely.
My big brother must have had his reasons, like maybe he
was trying to scam something from Uncle Max for us
both, and this was the only way to do it.
So I never asked him again, and never brought it up.
Of course, I didn't have to like it either.
And then, before I knew it, it was Chris' 18th
birthday, and to my shame and horror, I too started
calling Uncle Max 'Daddy' from that day on.
Entry Four
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Buddha, who had been sentenced to two life terms for
selling heroin to minors that ultimately led to the
deaths of two teenage youths, was a rather large
overweight 5' 6" tall Lebanese man.
He had a rugged scarred bearded face, cruel eyes and
balding head, and thick matted body hair growing all
over his upper torso, hips, groin and buttock.
At the moment, he took his time pounding his very thick
fully erect 6 inch long cock in and out of my arsehole.
After letting me write in my diary earlier, he had
again snatched it off me and then reading aloud slowly
to Ivan what I'd written, ordered me to assume my
nightly 'punk-boy fuck position'.
For 10 minutes I lay there naked with my arms and legs
stretched out wide, waiting patiently as he re-read my
new diary entries.
Then he got up, knelt between my outstretched legs, and
making me reach round and pull my arse cheeks apart, he
lay down heavily on top of me.
Grunting, gasping and puffing, perspiring profusely on
top of my slim back as he strained to push as much of
his hard prick into me, he began nipping and biting at
my ears and the back of my neck as he set up a steady
rhythmic fuck pace that had me sliding back and forth
obscenely beneath him.
"Good punk. Use them pussy muscles! That's it! Yeah,
you're a natural boy punk!" Buddha had murmured loudly
at the height of his fuck lust.
And as he fucked me, I suddenly realised with surprise
Buddha was actually being far more gentle with me than
he'd ever been.
Also, he'd slipped both his arms under my outstretched
body, one hand wrapped around my firm hairless chest
tightly and his other hand gripping my limp dick
firmly. And, as he slammed his cock up my arsehole, he
began to quickly jerk me off in rhythm to his humping,
crushing thrusting hips.
"Get yourself hard for me, boy! Make your little dick
nice and hard and stiff!" he'd said in a rasping voice,
picking up the pace as he fucked me harder while
masturbating me at the same time.
And after he'd blasted his spunk up into my bowels and
then forced me to blow my load too, he pulled out and
made me lick his cock and balls clean before he slapped
my arse and lay back on his bunk.
Ivan, who's parents were German, stood tall at 6' 4",
and at 59 years of age was completely bald. He was also
Buddha's best friend and long term cell-mate companion
in prison. He'd been slouched back on his bunk watching
us.
Imprisoned for 30 years for kidnapping, rape and
murder, he'd immediately jumped up and knelt between my
outstretched legs as soon as Buddha had moved away from
me.
Then laying the full weight of his solid muscular body
on top of mine, he mounted me as roughly as he,
slamming his huge uncut cock all the way up into my
bowels with one brutal shove.
Ivan also took his time as he fucked me, digging his
fingers painfully into my shoulders as he slammed
himself repeatedly up into my boy pussy.
"Might have a hard-luck story, punk, but you're still
our pussy boy! Now tighten them cunt lips around my
cock and give me a really good ride!" Ivan had snarled
into my ear as he pounded away.
Then once he'd cum, gurgling and grunting loudly, and
he'd made me also lick his cock and balls clean before
returning to his bunk, I continued to lie in the same
spreadeagled position, waiting for both men to rest up
before using me again.
Funny how life seems to repeat itself.
I can reflect back to having to do similar things with
Daddy, letting him do the deed, and then laying there
on my back, legs in the air and wide apart, stroking my
dick slowly, waiting as he rested up, waiting for his
energy to return before he took me brutally again.
The big difference here was that Buddha and Ivan didn't
beat me up once they'd fucked me, and then ram huge
thick rubber dildoes and other household objects into
me just to watch me squirm in pain and agony.
The big difference here too was that once Buddha and
Ivan had finally finished for the evening, they'd let
me go to sleep, sometimes curled up next to one of
them, or by myself in my own bunk.
Not like Daddy, who would then spend hours instructing
Chris and me on how we were to fuck and suck each
other, of the many positions he liked to see us in,
performing for him every conceivable perversion he
could think up, until he eventually dropped off to
sleep.
At least I could cope with the rigours and demands of
prison life and what both my cellies required of me.
To me, it was the least of my problems and far easier
to live with, compared to the daily and nightly horrors
that Daddy inflicted on both my big brother and myself.
But tonight, taken completely by surprise and terrified
by the sudden change in my nightly 'punk-boy' routine,
Buddha ordered me lie next to him in his bunk.
Buddha immediately pulled me next to his chest as he
spooned his huge hairy body around mine, and then very
softly, timidly but obediently, I answered all his
questions regarding my diary, of what I was writing in
it, and why.
By early morning, ½ an hour before our cell block wake
up call, and I'd finished relating my life to him of
why I'd ended up in prison, Buddha, staring deeply into
my eyes, patted my head gently as he rolled me onto my
stomach.
Then Buddha crawled onto my back, and as he mounted me
slowly, he whispered into my ear that life in itself
wasn't always fair, but in my case, maybe I shouldn't
be here in prison.
I cried deeply then, even as Buddha picked up his fuck
pace. Not from the pain he was causing in my arse as he
gyrated his thick cock around to stretch me further to
accommodate his throbbing erect penis, but because this
had been the second show of simple kindness extended to
me by this ugly hairy man who was fucking me deeply.
And when he finally shot his load up my arsehole, I
thanked him in a quivering soft voice for being so nice
to me, for believing I didn't belong in here as I
dutifully crawled between his spread legs and licked
and sucked his cock and balls clean.
Entry Five
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Tonight, Buddha and Ivan again let me have time to
write in my diary before I prepared myself for their
all night 'punk-boy fuck session'.
Ever since Buddha had listened intently to me as I told
him of my life, I've now been thinking back, dwelling
on and remembering that horrible night of Chris' 18th
Birthday.
I remember clearly how Daddy had been eager for Chris
to go out and celebrate his 18th birthday with some of
his school friends.
To both Chris and me, this in itself was rather odd, as
Daddy rarely let Chris out at nights, usually wanting
my big brother to be around to wait on him, look after
his needs.
Chris had already gone out by the time I had got back
from school late that twilight afternoon around 6pm,
having stayed behind to try out for the under 17's high
school soccer squad.
It was while I was doing my homework that Daddy came to
the doorway of mine and Chris' bedroom, and gestured
impatiently for me to follow him out into the lounge
room.
I was tired, and really didn't want to talk to Daddy at
all. Lately, he had been looking at me in a real
strange way, in a way that kind of made me feel
uncomfortable, made me feel scared for some reason.
I'd told Chris about it, and he'd immediately told me,
in a anxious and nervous voice, to stay away from Daddy
at all times, unless he was there with me.
But Chris wasn't here now, so I followed Daddy out into
the lounge room, sat down, and watched him as he popped
in a video cassette into the video player that sat on
top of the TV.
"Now watch this, boy! Then you can tell me how much you
really love that whore boy you call your big brother!"
Daddy had sneered in a cruel, obscene way, his eyes
looking me up and down as he grinned in that leering
disgusting way of his.
At first I'd sat there with the anger rising in me at
what Daddy had just called Chris, but calmed myself
down as I remembered that he was always having a go at
my big brother, calling him names and putting him down.
Then, as the video started, I just sat there in
silence, watching as an image of Chris stared out of
the TV.
As the image panned out from Chris' face, I watched
with growing unease as my older brother, dressed in a
pair of very skimpy underwear, and what appeared to be
a see-through frilly long-sleeved cotton top, began
slowly dancing and lifting up the shirt he wore
suggestively to reveal his lean finely muscled hairless
chest.
And then what flickered onto the screen nearly made me
faint with utter disbelief.
I sat there and stared in stunned silence, shocked to
the very core of my being.
There was Chris, now smiling widely and lightly licking
his lips, rotating and gyrating his hips around in an
embarrassing kind of erotic dance that made me blush,
rubbing his chest and stomach all over as he moved his
body suggestively, staring seductively at whoever was
filming him.
Suddenly I let out a gasp of incredulity, my lower jaw
dropping open in sheer disbelief as Chris, my big
brother whom I adored, began slowly sliding his
underwear down around his ankles, and then standing up
straight, cupping his plump balls in one hand, began
sliding his other hand up and down the length of his
ever expanding and hardening cock, while thrusting his
hips back and forth.
And all the time Chris smiled and cooed, speaking in a
low feminine girly voice as he answered a multitude of
questions from the person video recording him, whose
voice I recognised instantly as that of Daddy.
"Does it make you feel good, whore boy? Does playing
with your little dick for me like a slutty whore make
you feel all sexy and faggotty, bitch?" Asked the gruff
voice of Daddy as Chris jerked himself off.
And to my astonishment, Chris answered, in a soft
giggling girlish voice that made me squirm in shameful
embarrassment.
"Oh yes, Daddy! Feels so good when I jerk my little
dick for you! Feels real nice when I do it in front of
you like this, Daddy!" Chris replied, increasing the
speed of his fisted hand sliding up and down his now
fully erect cock.
I glanced at Daddy, who, sitting back in his comforter
lounge chair, looked me in the eyes and smiled real
evil-like.
"That's just the beginning, boy! Your brother has a
whole library of his own personal gay porno videos!" He
laughed nastily, then began to rub and massage the
front of his tented, bulging y-front under-briefs in
front of me.
"In fact, that's nothing, boy! Here he is doing what he
loves best! Sucking cock, like the real cock-sucking
whore that he is!" Daddy sneered as he fast forwarded
the video to a scene where Chris was on his knees,
sliding his lips up and down a massively long and thick
erect penis.
What was more than amazing was the fact that Chris was
taking the huge erect dick all the way into his mouth,
his lips sliding all the way up and down its long
length and huge girth over and over again, while
staring up into the camera filming him as he smiled
seductively around painfully stretched lips as he did
it.
My mind was spinning and I felt sick to the stomach. I
didn't know what to think, or what to do.
I knew it was Chris, my big brother, but I couldn't
understand why he was doing this disgusting stuff.
And as I looked from the pornographic images that
filled the TV screen, back to Daddy, I felt a deep
sinking fear also grip my stomach and rise up into my
chest, making it hard for me to breath.
"He's a good whore boy, you know! He loves sucking cock
and getting fucked in his boy pussy real hard! Tells me
he loves getting dicked both ends all the time! Bet you
didn't know he was nearly crying when he first begged
me to do it to him! Begged me to fuck him like I used
to fuck your ma! What could I say? Couldn't let him
suffer now, could I?" Daddy continued on spitefully,
fast forwarding the video to a scene where Chris now
lay on his back, with Daddy on top of him, my brother's
long slender legs bend over Daddy's hairy shoulders
while Daddy slammed his cock in and out of Chris'
stretched gaping arsehole.
It was too much for me.
As I stared transfixed by the images of Chris
passionately kissing Daddy as Daddy fucked him with
long and hard thrusting strokes, with my big brother
smiling and laughing and thanking Daddy for fucking him
so hard, I realised I hadn't taken a breathe in ages,
and suddenly gasping for air, slumped back as the vile
scene continued to play out on the TV.
Then Daddy fast forwarded the video again, to a scene
where Daddy was now lying on his back, with Chris
squatting over him, sitting flush on his cock, bouncing
up and down frantically, jerking off at the same time.
I stared back at Daddy, who was now openly stroking his
massive cock through his underwear, and I trembled in
anger, horror and disgust.
"What do you want? Why are you showing me this filthy
shit?" I suddenly spat at Daddy, as tears began
cascading down my face.
"Why, I want you to get up and come over here. I want
you to stand before me, put your hands behind your head
and stay real still while I play with your little dick,
just like your big brother lets me play with his!"
Daddy stated as he pulled his humungous cock out and
began jerking it off in front of me.
"If you do that, well, I won't send the many copies
I've made of this video to all the people you and your
faggot brother have ever known. And if you do
everything I tell you, and smile and thank me as you do
it, then I won't send your big brother away from here
tomorrow, or maybe have him locked up for being the
faggot whore he really is!" Daddy crooned happily,
still openly masturbating himself as he glared at me.
Stunned, shocked, I looked back at the image of Chris
as he continued to bounce up and down on Daddy's hard
dick, as my big brother suddenly fisted and squeezed
his own cock and ejaculated all of his teen juices over
Daddy's hairy chest.
And as Chris still bounced up and down, increasing the
pace of his arse movements up and down the erect dick
impaling him, and as he leaned forward to begin licking
his own sperm out of the thick matted hair covering
Daddy's chest, something caught my eye that made me
realise this was all a terrible set-up.
It was so subtle, just a quick momentary video frame
that zipped past, but it made me sit up carefully and
really take notice of Chris' eyes.
For even as he smiled widely and looked happy, and even
as he said things that made it sound he loved what
Daddy was doing to him, I knew then Chris was being
forced against his will.
The one thing Daddy didn't realise, was that I know my
big brother. I know when Chris is acting and I know
when he's serious.
What I picked up in that split second, and what I then
noticed from that moment on as the video continued to
play on, was that Chris was frightened and full of
shame, that he was acting, that he was being forced
against his will.
It was in his eyes, submerged deep down, a momentary
glimmer of despair, pain and humiliation that only I
could have picked up.
At that moment of realisation, if I could have, I would
have breathed an incredible sigh of joyous relief. I
would have got up then and there, smashed Daddy in the
face for what he had made my brother do, and gathered
up all these horrible video tapes and destroyed them
all.
But that wasn't something I could do right then. Daddy
had also threatened to send Chris away. I had to do
what Daddy had demanded of me, otherwise I may never
see Chris again. Also, I couldn't let Daddy ruin both
mine and Chris' lives, by allowing copies of this gross
video to be sent to every one we knew.
So, even though I was absolutely terrified, I slowly
stood up on trembling legs, trying not to cry. Then I
moved in front of Daddy's wide spread legs and,
watching him as he slowly beat off his huge cock, put
my hands behind my neck.
Entry Six
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Buddha again read my latest entry in my diary as he
ordered me to set up my bunk mattress in the centre of
the cell room again.
"Hate to say this, boy, but what you're writing here is
starting to get me all horned up! Makes my dick hard
just reading it! Now hurry up, and this time, get on
your hands and knees and wait!" Buddha said to me as he
handed my diary over to Ivan, who sat forward and began
reading it avidly.
Again, this was a change in our usual routine, and I
wondered whether Buddha was going to take me doggy
style or just kneel in front of me and get me to blow
him again.
To my surprise, once Ivan had finished reading my last
diary entry, both he and Buddha got up off their beds
and walked over to me. Buddha knelt behind me and Ivan
knelt in front of me.
It was a long double bang they gave me, one that had
them both groaning and moaning loudly in blissful
pleasure as they took me.
As Buddha fucked me, continually slapping both my arse
cheeks with stinging open palmed swings that nearly
knocked me off my knees at times, Ivan gripped my ears
and rammed his large erection over my tongue and down
my throat repeatedly.
Once they'd cum, they made me stay in that position, on
my hands and knees, until they were ready to use me
again. Swapping ends, they'd again set up a solid fuck
pace that had me bouncing back and forth uncontrollably
between them as they pounded away.
It was a long exhausting night, and finally, once they
had sated themselves, I was ordered to lie down next to
Ivan on my side with my back to his chest, and let him
spoon up against me.
"Glad you turned out to be a well taught, well used
punk-boy! All trained up before you even came to us,
hey boy!" Ivan said softly into my ear, and as he
hugged me tighter to his sweaty body, he slid his cock
up my now red raw arsehole and slowly fucked me at a
leisurely pace until he came, then left his fat wilting
uncut dick in my arsehole as he fell asleep.
Entry Seven
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Although they were rougher last night than they usually
were, I again thought how different they were to Daddy,
and the disgusting way he had used both Chris and me.
In a strange way, at least Buddha and Ivan had an
excuse. They were locked up, and were unlikely to ever
be released from here alive.
So they had acclimatised to prison life early on,
became the top dogs of their cell block, and then
selected a pretty punk-boy who would look after the one
thing that they still had control over, their
insatiable sexual needs and appetites.
What else was there to do as they waited out their
sentences, but keep themselves entertained by fucking
their own personal punk-boy every chance they got the
opportunity.
And one thing they'd both recognised early on, was you
didn't damage the merchandise.
To them, you made a pretty young punk-boy, like me,
last as long as you could, at least until you either
grew bored with him, or until you yourself were finally
released back into society.
That didn't mean that there wasn't a lot of
intimidation, humiliation and beatings when required.
Both Buddha and Ivan maintained a strict sort of
discipline within their cell, one that I had to
passively, submissively adhere to, if I wanted to go on
living.
On the day I had arrived, to be strip searched,
showered and given my new prison outfit, I had kept my
head low as I was escorted through the many barred
gates and metal doors that led to the centre of the
maximum security prison.
I was terrified, constantly wondering how I would now
survive the next 28 years of my incarceration as I
listened to the many cat-calls and jeering comments
aimed at me as I followed the prison guards to my new
cell.
The image of Buddha and Ivan glaring at me, licking
their lips and rubbing their groins suggestively as I
entered the cell, left me in no doubt that I would be
doing whatever they wanted by the end of the day.
Also, I knew I wouldn't be trying to fight them off
either, if they suddenly made a move on me.
They were too big, too overwhelming in the way they
preened and strutted before and over me, letting me
know in a silent, unspoken way, that it was just a
matter of a few hours before they would rape and abuse
me.
And so, when chow time was over and Buddha, Ivan and me
were locked in our cell, they both stood up and told me
we could do this the hard way or the easy way.
Without speaking, I followed their orders to the
letter, stripping off quickly and kneeling before them
as they laughed at how good I were going to make their
cocks feel, of how smooth and cute my buttocks looked,
and how pretty I was for such a little guy.
Buddha, the obvious leader, stepped up and made me take
his erect penis out of his prison overalls. I obeyed
him completely as he ordered me to take it in my mouth
and suck him off.
Once he'd cum and I'd swallowed it all, I was made to
move over in front of Ivan.
Then, still on my knees, I did the same thing for Ivan,
bringing him to orgasm in my mouth and swallowing the
huge amount of cum that spurted and flowed out of his
piss slit.
Immediately, Buddha grabbed my mattress off the top of
my bunk and threw it on the cell floor, ordering me to
lay down on it on my back.
And as I stared up in terror as Buddha stood over me,
Ivan suddenly knelt down near my head and ordered me to
lift my legs up towards him.
Gripping both my legs by my ankles, he pulled them back
over my chest, down to both sides of my head, my ankles
touching my ears, a position that raised my buttock up
high up and made my arse cheeks spread wide apart to
expose my already well-used arsehole to their leering
stare.
Then Buddha knelt at the base of my spine, leant over
me, placed a huge hand over my mouth, lined himself up
and pushed his thick pulsating cock all the way up my
arse. Immediately he lay completely on top of me,
knocking the breathe out of me entirely as he commenced
fucking me.
And as his cock plunged in and out, with me unable to
scream or move, enduring the agony of his anal rape, I
lapsed in and out of consciousness.
What seemed to take forever was in actual fact only a
few minutes, and when he came, he uttered a bellowing
roar that echoed throughout our cell and reverberated
throughout the rest of our cell block.
Ivan then took his place and just like Buddha, he rode
me until he too blasted his spunk deep into my bowels.
For the rest of the evening, they both took turns using
me in whatever position they wanted.
The last thing I remembered hearing, was Buddha's voice
as he slapped me hard across the face.
"From now on, you're our punk! You'll do what we want,
when we want it! If you don't, we'll kill you,
understand! Now get back up on your knees and give me a
blow job!"
And so my daily prison routine as a punk-boy had been
established. I obeyed their every command, I performed
oral copulation on them whenever they wanted, no matter
where in the prison we were.
At nights, I assumed whatever position they wanted
whenever they wanted to fuck my arsehole, and responded
as if I were a woman making love to them with my throat
and arse muscles.
Finally, after a year had gone by, I realised I'd
adapted quite well to this daily punk-boy routine,
knowing the consequences of disobeying them, knowing
that the other prisoners and gangs were still lining up
waiting for the time when Buddha and Ivan lost interest
in me.
With the arrival of my diary, which they both read
whenever I wrote up a new entry each night, they seemed
to become more and more open to me, more concerned
about my past, constantly asking questions about Daddy
and my big brother.
More astonishing was the fact that they were now both
buying me little extra commissary items from the prison
stores, like cigarettes, chocolates and other items I
hadn't seen in quite a long time, as well as showing a
level of gruff and rough affection I wasn't used to.
Entry Nine
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Tonight I'm reading back through this diary, close to
tears as the words I've written remind me of what my
true situation in life is really about.
I don't know how I survived that first evening when
Daddy had forced me to stand between his outstretched
legs and began feeling me up through a pair of my tight
fitting black and red jockey shorts.
I remember that I'd never felt so humiliated in my
life, because suddenly my dick had responded to his
rough groping as he outlined the length of my growing
penis through the fabric of the shorts I wore.
"Yeah! Knew you were like your brother! Like to have
your little dicky played with by a real man like me,
don't you cunt? You're nothing but a sluttish whore!"
Daddy had said as he moved his fingers over my
expanding bulge.
I was whimpering now, trembling, and tears were sliding
down my face as I tried to stand there unmoving,
letting him rub my crotch with long stroking probing
fingers. And as he fondled with me, squeezing my small
balls painfully as he groped me, he reached down and
picked up his video camera.
"Now take your clothes off! Real slow and sexy like,
just like your big brother does it! And stop that
blubbering, and smile real big into the camera, you
horny little slut!" Daddy said.
I did what he said. I stepped out of my shorts which
were already around tangled around my ankles. I took my
t-shirt of and let it drop on the floor. Then
hesitating for just a fraction of a second I lowered my
undies.
"Now put your hands back behind your neck again! That's
it! Don't move! Now spread your legs a little more!
Yeah, good slutty girl! Now every time I reach between
your legs and finger your tight little pussy, I want
you to giggle like a little girl and smile real nice
for me, understand, bitch?" Daddy ordered, then waited
for me to respond as he lifted the video camera up and
commenced video recording me.
Thinking back, I realise it was strange that I didn't
react in any other way but to obey all his orders. I
acted the way he wanted me to, smiled and giggled like
a little girl as he reached between my legs and poked a
large calloused finger up my arsehole as he fingered
me.
Then I allowed him to masturbate me, long slow strokes
that had me weak at the knees and unable to stop myself
squealing when I finally blew my small amount of boy
juices all over the front of his y-front briefs.
"Now get down on your knees between my legs and lick
and kiss my cock!" Daddy ordered, and again I obeyed
him.
"Now lick my balls! That's it, get them all wet and
juicy! Gawd you're good little slut!" He cooed loudly.
"Now let's see if you're as good at sucking cock as
your whore of a big brother is! Also, and you'd better
remember this, if I feel one tooth scratch my dick as
you're sucking me, I'll pull them all out! Now, keep
smiling and look into the camera like a good little
slutty girl!" Daddy stated, as he pushed my mouth onto
the top of his cock.
Daddy made me gag repeatedly as I blew him. He slapped
me hard around my face each time I didn't do it
properly, and at one time, punched me in the gut when I
tried to take my mouth off his huge erect dick.
"Deep throat me, cunt! Take it all down your throat!
Yeah, good girl, that's it! All the way!" He gasped in
pleasure, enjoying the feel of my constricting gagging
throat around the entire length of his erection.
Suddenly, as I bobbed my head up and down, his cock
quivered, pulsed and jerked in my mouth, and instantly
he was shooting huge quantities of his spunk down my
throat, filling my mouth to overflow.
It was gross. I wanted to race off to the toilet and
spit it out, to throw up and get the taste out of my
mouth. But he wouldn't let go of my head, holding it in
place as he bellowed at me to swallow it all.
Again, I did what he wanted, trying to contain my
churning stomach from emptying as his sperm slid over
my tongue, flooded my mouth and gushed down my throat.
"Good girl! Just like your brat of a brother! Now come
and sit on my lap and watch TV with me!" Daddy, smiled
maliciously.
Obediently, I sat on his lap, and turned my head away
from him in shame as he again took my uncircumcised
penis in his hand and slowly commenced jerking me off.
And as my dazed eyes fell on the TV screen, I watched
as an image of Chris shaving all his pubes off as he
slowly masturbated himself, and again he was smiling
for the camera.
I sat there for about 2 hours, allowing Daddy to jerk
me off, allowing him to insert his fingers up my virgin
arsehole while playing with my little plump hairless
balls at the same time.
Twice I came all over myself as he fast forwarded or
rewound the video to sections that he found to be the
most erotic.
And I was forced to sit there and endure it, forced to
blow my boy juices and forced to watch scenes of Chris
being fucked and abused by Daddy.
"Now time for a proper blow job, girlie! Get on your
knees before me and help me up!"
And this was the position that Chris found me in when
he got home. Me, on my knees, looking up into Daddy's
face and smiling around the width of the massive cock I
was quickly sliding my lips up and down.
Daddy kept me still, ordering me to suck harder and
deeper on his cock, not letting me move when we both
heard my brother come in the back door through the
kitchen into the lounge room.
The shame I felt then was excruciating. The humiliation
too much for me as I glanced sideways from what I was
doing and I caught Chris' horrified stare.
And then, before I knew what was happening, Chris
launched himself at Daddy. It was a futile attempt by
him to save me, because the moment he was in striking
distance of Daddy, our step-father just swung his huge
fist at my brother and knocked him out.
Then laughing hideously, Daddy grabbed the back of my
head and commenced face fucking me as hard as he could.
Entry Ten
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After Buddha had read my newest entry, he made me kneel
before him and suck him off like I had all those years
ago with Daddy. He wanted it the same way, right down
to the way I licked Daddy's balls and the way I'd smile
sensually up at him as I blew him.
Even though I cried at first and begged him not to do
this to me, I submissively and obediently did as he
ordered. Then Ivan stepped forward and demanded the
same treatment.
Later on, as they took turns fucking me, using me more
brutally than usual, I realised how Buddha and Ivan
were trying to make this fuck session with me last
longer than they'd ever done before.
Then Ivan did something he'd never done before. He lay
down on my mattress in the centre of the cell, held his
huge erect uncut dick up to me, made me lick and suck
on it for a while, and then ordered me to impale myself
on it.
"That's it, baby! Ride my dick as hard as you can! And
while you're at it, jerk yourself off too!" He said in
a husky lust-filled voice.
Finally, when they had both grown tired of using me,
Buddha ordered me into his bunk bed, and wrapping his
arms around me tightly, explained it was nothing
against me, just that it made them so horny to read
what I'd written, and in a way, it added a little bit
of extra spice to the normal way they punked me out
each evening.
I didn't sleep much after that as I tried to decide if
I should abandon writing in my diary for good or not.
I definitely didn't want to get Buddha and Ivan all
sexed up over something that I'd written.
I definitely didn't want to have to continually re-
enact what had gone down all those years ago for both
Buddha's and Ivan's personal sexual pleasure.
But I also knew I couldn't just stop my writing, that
what I was jotting down was far too important, not just
for me, but for Chris too.
That the truth of our past had to be documented in some
way or other, and this was probably the only way it
would get done.
And as I pondered, unable to sleep, Buddha suddenly
woke up, and looking me in my tired face, pushed me
gently onto my back.
Then placing my legs over his shoulders, laying down on
top of me, he quickly slid his cock all the way up my
rear-end, and fucked me long and hard until the cell
block wake-up alarm went off.
Instantly he ejaculated up me, filling my bowels with
his hot man seed, and as he slid his cock out of my
arsehole with a loud sloppy pop, patted my behind as he
got up from the bunk.
"Don't worry kid! It's just sex, and you know neither
Ivan or me will let any harm whatsoever come to you. As
long as you put out, be a good punk-boy, you'll be
alright!" he stated gruffly, the first time he'd ever
really addressed me in such a forthright manner.
"Now lie back, spread them pretty legs of yours and
show us how you like to jerk off!" he added.
Entry Eleven
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My memory of the night of Chris' 18th birthday is as
crystal clear to me today, as it was way back then.
I can remember how Daddy nearly choked me to death as
he pounded his massive cock in and out of my throat.
I remember there was no let up in the way he
continually thrust his large fat hips forward, how he
gripped my ears painfully, how he ordered me to keep my
arms by my side as his big hairy balls slapped heavily
against my chin over and over again.
"That's it, you slutty little cock sucking girl! Yeah,
slide them lady lips of yours 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
brother does it! Now tighten them lips more, faggot!
Yeah, what a good little cock sucking cunt you are! Oh
yeah, that's the way!" Daddy had groaned in ecstasy as
he forced me to suck him off even faster.
Then, as he blasted his load into my mouth, I
remembered how he made me swallow, made me drink it all
down and then lick the inside of his foreskin clean of
any residue of remaining cum.
How I'd wanted to vomit, to throw it all up all over
him. But I was too scared, knowing he'd do me or Chris
real damage if I didn't obey him completely and swallow
every bit of his sour tasting spunk.
"That was good, you little cock sucking slut! Really,
really good! Tight little girlie lips and throat you
got there! Now why don't you go help take your whore
boy of a big brother into my bedroom, and he'll show
you what's expected of you from now on!" Daddy had
growled ominously, laughing as he backhanded me across
my face and pushed me away from him.
The horror of what I'd just been put through had left
me in hysterical tears. But as I sobbed, I somehow
crawled over to Chris, who was having troubles lifting
his head up off the lounge room floor.
Weeping, I helped my big brother stand up and on
unsteady legs, moved him towards Daddy's room as
instructed. As soon as I got him there, he collapsed on
top Daddy's bed and as he lay there, I dropped next to
him weeping.
Then, unable to look me in the eyes, Chris propped
himself up and hugged me close to him.
"It's all my fault! If only I'd stayed home! If only
I'd been here!" Chris wept despairingly, great heaving
sobs that made him shiver all over.
I don't really know what happened, but suddenly my mind
seemed to clear as I sat back and looked my big brother
in the face. He looked so desolate, so heart-broken,
that all I could do was lean forward and gently hug him
closer to my chest.
"I know everything Chris. I know what you've had to
endure to protect me since mum died. Tonight Uncle Max
showed me the video's he made of you and him, and then
he told me if I didn't do what he wanted, he'd send you
away, have you locked away. He thought I'd hate you for
it! But I know you, you're my big brother! So it's Ok
now! I can see through his lies and I know none of this
is your fault" I whispered to Chris softly, not wanting
Daddy to hear what I was saying.
"But you got to get yourself together! You got to help
me get through this, do you understand? Uncle Max will
hurt me real bad if you don't help me now, if you don't
tell me what I gotta do to survive this?" I said in a
trembling breaking voice, trying to get Chris to listen
to me, to break through his sadness.
Then Chris seemed to gain his composure. He pushed
himself up and looked me in my eyes, his own hazel
coloured eyes reflecting a deeper sadness, shame and
desolation.
"You know I love you, Jason! I'm so sorry I've failed
you! But you're right, you need to know what to expect,
or he'll hurt you badly!" Chris said softly.
"From now on, don't call him Uncle Max! He'll just beat
you up if you call him that! Just call him Daddy, like
I do from now on, ok?" Chris sniffled back at me, and I
could see he was struggling to push the fear he had for
me back down into the deepest recesses of his soul.
"We'll have to do things that will make you feel real
sick, worse than just sucking him off! He'll make us
play with our dicks until we've cum, and then he'll
fuck us real hard and painfully until his cum! You've
just got to blank your mind somehow, just try and get
through it!" Chris whispered back at me desperately
now.
"But that's only the beginning! He's a real sicko, so
you just got to trust me and do whatever he wants you
to do, and do it to the best of your abilities! And
hopefully, somehow, someway, I'll be able to come up
with a plan that will get us both away from him
forever!" Chris added quickly.
"Now lie on your back next to me, lift your legs into
the air and spread them wide apart. Now start slowly
jerking me off just like I'm jerking you, and reach
down and play with your balls at the same time. When he
comes in, he'll expect to see us doing that and smiling
real sexy-like, as if we really love doing this!" Chris
finished, too ashamed to look at me as he slowly fisted
my erection in his hand and moved closer to me as my
hand engulfed his stiff member.
The view for Daddy must have been really erotic,
because when Daddy entered the room, he stared at us
for the longest moment, watching us both as we lay
there next to each other, legs high in the air, wide
apart, slowly jerking each other off with huge sensual
smiles stretched across our faces.
"Yeah, that's it, whores! You're both doing real well!
Real good indeed! Now Jason, why don't you reach
between your whore boy of a brother's legs and tickle
his little balls for your Daddy! And whore boy, you do
the same to your little slutty brother too!" Daddy
ordered as he pulled his own massive cock out of his
underwear and slowly masturbated there before us, while
at the same time filming both Chris and I as we jerked
each other off, and played with each others balls.
Entry Twelve
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Buddha, laying back on his bunk, with me kneeling
between his outstretched legs, looked up from reading
my latest entry in my diary. He stared at me for a
while, then motioned for me to take his hard cock back
in my mouth.
"Shame about your brother! Sounds like a nice guy!"
Buddha grunted as he pushed more of his cock into my
mouth.
Then, sucking Buddha deeper down my throat, I thought
about how my big brother had tried vainly to protect me
from Daddy when he'd first forced us to masturbate each
other.
Yes, to me my big brother is my hero. I remember how he
tried to get Daddy's attention away from me, offering
himself up instead.
"Please fuck me Daddy! I'll be good and do everything
you want, please Daddy! Use me first Daddy, please!"
Chris had begged, close to tears as we both jerked
away, our hands sliding up and down each others cocks.
Chris also knew that Daddy was getting more and more
turned on by what we were doing, and that it wouldn't
be long before Daddy would want to force his massive
cock up my tight virgin arsehole, causing me so much
agony, that my big brother was trying everything he
could to try and get Daddy to fuck him first.
It's still strange to think back to when Chris and I
obeyed Daddy that first time, when Chris had
immediately reached between my parted raised legs and
took hold of my hard pulsing 5" erect cock in his hand
and gently stroked me up and down.
I can't deny that it felt absolutely filthy, so dirty
and disgusting, yet strangely arousing. It was the
first time my big brother had done that to me, touched
me like that, and I remember, even though I felt total
shame, guilt and revulsion at what we were being forced
to do, it still felt incredible.
And the moment his fingers closed firmly around my cock
and he began to seriously stroke it, I admit I nearly
blew a huge load of my boy juices all over myself.
"Now take my balls in your other hand and tickle them
real lightly!" Chris had whispered ever so low, as he
still smiled seductively between his upraised legs at
Daddy, and casting quick glances sideways at me,
begging me silently with his eyes for me to follow
suit.
I don't know why Daddy kept calling Chris' cock a
little dicky, because when my brother was fully hard,
it was about 6 inches long, and quite thick. So when my
fingers wrapped around its throbbing hardness for the
first time, it felt quite warm and smooth like silken
velvet.
And when I cupped his large hairless balls with my
other hand, Chris had gasped out, and I knew instantly
he was having the same problem as me. He was trying to
stop himself from cumming too soon.
So we both lay there, legs up in the air, gently but
firmly jerking each others dicks, sliding our foreskins
back and forth over our knobs, rubbing each others piss
slits with our thumbs, playing with each other hairless
balls, and making each other squirm and tingle all
over.
Filming us, Daddy continued to slowly jerk himself,
telling us what good little poofters we were and that
soon, he would take my cherry and make Chris suck me
off at the same time.
Then Daddy instructed us to both stop. He made Chris
get up and rummage through one of his chest of drawers,
telling my big brother to remove a coil of thin but
very strong leather rope, 4 shiny handcuffs, a rather
large wooden paddle with ribbing all over it, as well
as a rather large black coloured 18 inch latex dildo,
that apart from it's humungous size, also looked so
life-like.
And then, before I knew what was happening, or could
even react, Daddy suddenly punched Chris brutally in
the face.
As Chris sagged to the ground, Daddy reached down and
dragged Chris, who was barely conscious, back over to
the bed, threw him next to me and ordered me to tie him
spreadeagled, chest up, with his head facing towards
the bedroom door.
Terrified, I did as Daddy instructed, sobbing as I tied
Chris down securely.
In this position, Daddy then ordered me onto my hands
and knees above Chris' unmoving body, with my now limp
dick dangling centimetres above my big brother's mouth
and my lips hovering just inches above his.
"That's it, slutty girl! Take your big brother of whore
boy's little cock in your mouth and suck him off real
good!" Daddy laughed as he picked up the camera and
began recording us again.
"And you whore boy! Take your little brother's tiny
dick in your mouth and give him the best blow job his
ever had! And make it look really good!" He ordered as
Chris slowly came around, shaking off the affects of
nearly being knocked out.
In that position, with me on my hands and knees,
leaning over my brother and sucking his flaccid cock
into my mouth, and Chris lifting his head up between my
legs to suck my limp dick into his mouth, Daddy then
moved quickly and took each of my arms, one at a time,
stretched them out from my body and handcuffed my
wrists to each of Chris' ankles.
Then he did the same thing with my legs. He pulled them
apart while my dick, now getting hard, was still in
Chris' sucking mouth, and handcuffed both of my ankles
to each of his bound wrists.
So there we were, completely spreadeagled, unable to
move, painfully stretched out. With me on top and Chris
face-up beneath me. With me sucking Chris' cock and my
big brother in turn, sucking me off.
And all we could do was exactly what Daddy told us to
do, and that was to blow each other, but not to cum
yet.
"That's it! Make it look sexy! Yeah, hump them hips up
and down whore boy! And you too you little slut of a
girl! Shove your cock all the way into your big
brother's cunt mouth!" Daddy breathed quickly,
intensely excited by the view of both Chris and me
sucking each other off.
Suddenly I felt Daddy get up behind me and spread my
arse cheeks apart roughly.
"This should feel real good, slutty girl! Been waiting
to do this to you for a long, long time! Now open up
and let a real man fuck your pussy, cunt!" Daddy
muttered, groaning aloud as he began pushing the huge
knob of his massive cock up my arsehole, while at the
same time, pushing my head down hard onto Chris' cock,
making me gag violently as my brother's cock head slid
further down my throat.
I couldn't scream as Daddy's massive cock entered me. I
could hardly breath as the thickness of that humungous
dick stretched my arse beyond endurance.
The only noises I could make were violent muffled gags
and gasps of pure agony, and whimpered groans and moans
of despair around my big brother's thick cock, which
was now shoved all the way down my throat.
And so Daddy had his way with me. He fucked me long and
hard. For over 30 minutes he kept up a steady fuck
pace, ignoring my agony, keeping my head squashed flat
against my big brother's pubes, Chris' cock lodged all
the way down my throat.
And every time he pounded his cock into my arse, my
hips would slam down, forcing my dick further into
Chris' mouth. My balls kept slapping rhythmically and
painfully against my older brother's shut eyes.
Finally Daddy came, and exhausted, he let himself fall
on top of my quivering sweat covered back. And because
he weighed so much, Chris began to suffocate beneath
me, unable to move, unable to breathe.
Muffled gurgling sounds came from beneath me, until
Daddy, laughing happily, lifted himself off my back,
and pulling his cock from out of my tortured red raw
anus, lifted my hips up a bit so Chris could gasp for
air.
"That was the best fuck I've had in a long time! Better
than when I took whore boy's cherry!" Daddy crooned
contentedly as he released me and then ordered me to
untie Chris.
"Now whore boy, get between your little slut of a
brother's legs and fuck him nice and hard! And you'd
better put on a good show for me!" Daddy instructed,
picking up the large wooden paddle and gesturing for us
to hurry up and start.
And so Chris did as he was told. He rolled me onto my
back and got between my legs, lifted them both onto his
lean shoulders and as he lay down on top of me, slid
his cock up into my bum.
"I'm so sorry Jason! I'll try and go easy on you!"
Chris whispered into my ear as he began to slowly fuck
me gently.
Instantly there was a loud solid 'whack', as Daddy
planted a stinging slap of the paddle on Chris'
buttocks.
"Harder! Faster! Fuck that little slut as fast as you
can! Hurry the fuck up before I lose my patience!"
Daddy yelled angrily.
Chris, looking so sadly into my eyes, then closed them,
gritted his teeth and then began fucking me as hard as
he could.
Me, I just lay there, scrunched up under him, my feet
flopping about stupidly on top of his muscled back,
feeling his rock hard cock sliding rapidly in and out
of me as he fucked me as hard as he could.
Then finally it was over as I felt Chris tremble all
over, felt his muscles twitch and quiver and then felt
him slam himself into me for the last time as he
ejaculation spewed forth a huge amount of cum up into
my bowels to mix in with Daddy's earlier huge deposit.
Entry Thirteen
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Ivan has been reading and re-reading the last entry in
my diary. He kept looking at me weirdly, shaking his
head as if he couldn't decide if I was insane or not.
"So you're telling me this is all true? That what
happened to you and your older bro really did
happened?" Ivan asked me again, as he lay back on his
bed and impatiently gestured to me to move up his body
and sit down on his erect cock.
"Yes Sir, it really happened like that!" I answered
softly, keeping my eyes respectfully low as I swatted
and impaled myself all the way down the length of his
throbbing penis.
"Why didn't you's go to the coppers? Or just runs
aways?" He asked in a wary way, unsure whether he could
really believe what I'd written.
Then humping his hips up and down and making me bounce
around in rhythm to his thrusting cock, he began
twisting and pinching my nipples.
"We didn't think anyone would believe us, Sir! Besides,
Uncle Max had all the photos and videos of us hidden
away somewhere, looking as if we loved doing what we
were being forced to do!" I answered carefully, not
wanting to upset Ivan in any way as I squeezed my arse
muscles tightly around the fat width of his cock as it
slid in and out of me.
"Well, I would've killed him the first chance I got,
kid! Made sure he suffered first, and knew that it was
me that did it! I mean, payback can be a fucking bitch,
ya know?" Ivan stated matter-of-factly, his eyes
gleaming black as he imagined the many tortures he
would have personally devised to get back at such a man
as Uncle Max.
Then, keeping his throbbing leaking dick in me, he
rolled me over onto my back and, telling me to wrap my
legs around his waist, Ivan set up a quick body jarring
fuck pace that left me gasping for breathe every time
he slammed into me.
"We did, Sir! Both Chris and me did kill him, and we
did make sure he knew it was us before he died!" I
replied in a panting, breathless voice, tears in my
eyes as I remembered back to that fateful time.
Ivan then shuddered all over, and pumping his expanding
cock a few more times up my arsehole, he moaned in
satisfaction as he blasted his seed into me.
Then rolling off and pulling me close to his body, Ivan
reached over to his bedside table and handed me a large
block of chocolate.
"Glad you's killed that bastard, boy! No sense being in
here for nothing, is there now?" Ivan said, eagerly
encouraging me to open the wrapper up and eat some of
it.
"So, how'd you's do it? How you do the fucker in?" Ivan
asked as he watched me tentatively stuff a piece of
chocolate into my mouth.
"Chris didn't do it. He didn't do anything! It was my
plan. In fact, I tried to keep my older brother out of
it, but the cops said he was still an accessory to the
fact!" I said sadly, feeling the tears roll down my
face as I remembered how the court had sentenced Chris
to 8 years for his part in what I'd done.
To me, it wasn't fair! Both Chris and me had been
forced to live for so long in complete sexual slavery.
Forced to perform degrading and disgusting acts by a
brutal sadistic psychopath who raped and abused us on a
daily and nightly basis.
And then once I'd put my plan into action, made my move
and finally killed Daddy (I mean Uncle Max), while
trying to shield Chris from what I'd done, the law had
eventually said we were both responsible for his death,
and we would be charged for first degree murder
accordingly.
I shudder every time I think back to that fatal night I
served Daddy his t-bone steak, mashed potatoes, peas
and sprouts for dinner.
After placing Daddy's meal in front of him, I'd
obediently got down on my knees and crawled between his
large flabby legs, where Chris was already kneeling,
licking and sucking on Daddy's low hanging hairy balls.
With some difficulty, I'd then positioned myself next
to Chris between Daddy's outstretched legs and leaning
forward, taken the full length of Daddy's thick rigid
organ all the way to the back of my mouth, sucking him
off as he wolfed down his meal and gulped down his
stein of beer.
Daddy had recently ordered that both Chris and me were
to be naked at all times while we were at home. And
when it was dinner time, he demanded that once we'd
served up his dinner, we were to crawl under the dining
table and blow him as he ate his meal.
If we were lucky and did a great job of sucking him
off, he'd then order us to get up on top of the dining
table in front of him as he finished his dinner, and
make us suck each other off, or fuck each other before
allowing us to get off table top to sit down and eat
our own dinners, which were usually cold by this time.
But this time, as I deep throated Daddy, I also
listened and felt for the tell-tale signs of the drugs
effects taking their toll on him.
And it wasn't long before Daddy suddenly gurgled and
slumped back unconscious where he was seated at the
dining table, his huge cock still lodged down my
throat.
Chris had at first been startled and frightened when
Daddy had collapsed, but after I'd told him what I'd
done, he'd finally helped me drag the depraved old man
into his bedroom, where we tied him spreadeagled to his
own bed.
I don't know what possessed me, but I calmly told Chris
to gather up all the videos, photos and other
pornographic material Daddy had taken of us.
Once he'd gathered them all up, along with the computer
hard-drive and digital video cameras, I told him to
stack them all on top of Daddy's unconscious
spreadeagled body.
Then I sent Chris off to get the cops, telling him to
go to the police station half way across town as I
wanted my oldest brother far away before I carried out
my brutal vengeance against the sadistic man who had
stolen our innocence away.
When Chris had left, I remember how I struck the match
across the flint, watched as the curls of exposed
celluloid tapes burst into flame, instantly spreading
across the huge pile of flammable material piled high
on top of Daddy's naked body.
And as the flames spread further in the bedroom and the
heat rose to an intolerable inferno, igniting the
curtains, bed linen, and scorching the ceiling, I
smiled contentedly as I saw Daddy finally regain
consciousness and open his confused eyes to view the
fiery bonfire blazing on top of him.
Yes, I saw the sudden fear in his eyes as he realised
what was happening. And I could see he was feeling the
intense heat singeing and melting the thick matted hair
off his body.
And I laughed in his cringing terrified face as he
suddenly saw me and begged me to put the fire out,
screaming at the top of his lungs for me to somehow put
the flames out and free him.
"You deserve it you fucking cunt! I hope you burn in
hell too, you piece of slimy shit!" I'd screamed back
at him, laughing hysterically as the flames finally
engulfed the entire bedroom, forcing me to flee as the
heat became unbearable.
And as I stood outside in the night air, watching the
flames take hold of the entire house, I thanked god
that Chris and I were now free from the sadistic
psychopath who had made our lives a living nightmare.
To me, as I watched the whole roof of the house explode
inwards, feeding the inferno of deadly flames and
embers, I felt deep down inside me that this was indeed
a blessed cleansing fire that would set us free.
I didn't hear Chris shouting out my name, terrified I
was still inside the smouldering ruins of the house.
Neither did I hear and feel him as he wrapped his arms
around me, comforting me and telling me everything
would be alright.
I didn't see the five police cars racing up our
driveway, or the three fire engines that screeched to a
first in front of the burning house.
In fact, the rest of the evening and into the early
morning were just a blur of images that meant nothing
to me.
All that mattered to me was Daddy was dead, and both
Chris and I were now free from his abusive terror.
Entry Fourteen
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I can hardly believe it! In fact, it's still hard to
believe that Chris has finally been released from
prison, and is now working really hard with a group of
high profile lawyers to get me a pardon.
Of course, when I'd found out they'd released him, I'd
cried with joy and relief that my older brother was now
cleared of any wrong doing.
Even as I write in my diary, I actually dare to imagine
that one day I may be allowed to go free! And of what
that might mean if it were ever to happen!
What would I do? Where would I go! Where would I live?
Would Chris let me come and live with him?
As I jot down my scrambled thoughts, trying to sift
through the constant confusion I'm feeling, I wonder
what I'd honestly do if the state governor did pardon
me. But more importantly, I wonder if I could adjust to
the real world out there.
Well, I've got to sign off for the night, as Buddha has
impatiently told me to hurry up and assume my 'punk-boy
fuck position'.
"You know, kid! I think me and Ivan will actually miss
you if they let you free! So we'd best get the most out
of your boy-pussy before they take you away from us!"
Buddha had laughed as he settled himself heavily on top
of my back and pushed the full-length of his 6 inch
cock up my gripping anus.
Post Script
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A 21 year old man, who has spent the last 3 years
incarcerated within one of the state's toughest maximum
security prisons after being convicted for horrific
murder of his step-father, was today pardoned after
additional evidence was submitted to Gov. Harris J.
Welding.
The older brother of the imprisoned man, Chris Jenkins,
has struggled to have his younger brother, Jason
Jenkins, released from prison due to extraordinary
circumstances that led to the death of Max Schillings
on the night of 25th April 2001.
The End
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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