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Walter's Destruction
by kinkyguy66 (no address provided)
***
Walter's submissive nature results in him being abused
at the hands of schoolmates, family and others. (Mm, mm-
teens, mf-teens, bi, ped, nc, inc, bd, tor, cast,
extreme)
***
Walter was worn out. He had been on his feet for what
felt like forever. Ever since he was made to give up his
job, it seemed like he never had a break. And now that
the anniversary party was in full swing, he didn't
expect he would have a rest. Two long days of eating,
drinking and nonstop sex. Not that he had much of it. He
looked out the window towards the swimming pool to where
his wife was lying in the sun surrounded by her
'friends.' His wife of ten years. God damn it, it was
HIS anniversary too, but you'd never know it. He was a
slave in his own home.
He caught sight of his reflection in the glass of the
window and felt the tears burn his eyes again at the
sight of himself. Or at the caricature of himself that
he had become. The bald, tattooed head, the huge
silicone breasts, the high heeled shoes, the paint and
powder, so expertly applied by himself and at the
piercings and tattoo's. He was unrecognisable from the
man who had asked Lucinda, or Miss Lucy, as he was
required to address her, to marry him ten years ago.
But he couldn't concern himself with that now. He busied
himself with the washing up. There would be hell to pay
if Miss Lucy or one of her guests didn't have a clean
glass when they were swilling the Champaign that he had
paid for.
Walter was always submissive. Even before he knew what
it meant.
He had lived with his grandparents from the time he was
six years of age and his grandmother had always
dominated him.
She was responsible for his discipline and always
spanked the boy on his bare buttocks. Walter seemed to
spend a lot of the time in his grandmother's house,
naked, being caressed and fondled by the old woman, as
his grandfather looked on.
His grandmother liked to discipline the naked boy for
some infraction, real or imagined, then as the youngster
was still draped across his grandmothers lap, the old
woman would caress his red buttocks, stroking his thighs
and the backs of his legs, stroking gnarled fingers
between the cheeks of the sobbing boys buttocks, paying
particular attention to the small tight hole and
reaching down between his legs to pull and squeeze his
small testes and boyish penis.
That was where he got his submissive streak he supposed.
His earliest memories were of Tommy Harris and his
'gang' bullying him in school.
Tommy Harris was fourteen, two years older than Walter,
but had to repeat a couple of years, so he was in the
same class.
Tommy was also much bigger.
Walter came to Tommy's attention one day as the younger
boy ran through the school yard and collided with Tommy,
knocking books from his hands.
Walter apologised and retrieved the books but that
didn't satisfy Tommy, Tommy had a reputation to
maintain.
That day was the first time Tommy beat Walter.
It wouldn't be the last.
Every day after that, Walter had to report to Tommy
before school started, to see if there was any way
Walter could make Tommy's life any easier.
If he didn't come to find Tommy before school, Tommy
found him, and beat the shit out of him.
Walter learned, after many beatings, that it was much
easier to just do what Tommy wanted, no matter how
humiliating. It was less painful.
Tommy and his gang slapped, kicked, spat at and punched
the smaller boy at every opportunity, forcing him to do
degrading things. Picking his own nose and eating the
contents, in front of an audience, was a particular
favourite. It wasn't long however that he progressed to
eating the snot that they picked from their own noses as
well.
He went home from school on many occasions with his hair
full of bubble gum, having been forced to chew mouthfuls
of it, having first picked it from the bathroom floor
where it had been spat out by some unknown student and
walked into the dirt. Softened in his own mouth, he was
forced to stick it into his own hair, stretching and
pushing it well in, making sure to cover as much hair as
possible.
Tommy noticed that no matter what Walter was made to do,
he never refused and he never cried or told anyone.
Tommy's friends wanted to hurt the younger boy, but
after a while, Tommy's bullying became more sexual.
Walter often found himself standing on the upturned
dustbin in the school bathroom, with his pants around
his ankles, singing the latest Britney Spears song at
the top of his voice.
Tommy noticed that even though the younger boys face
burned with shame, his little penis was always erect.
Tommy's torments of the younger boy, always contained
nudity and sexual embarrassment.
Walter was made to undress completely before using the
toilet and to sit on the bowl with the door open,
exposing himself to anyone who passed.
He was made to openly masturbate in the cubicle. Tommy
forced him to undress and walk into the girls bathroom,
earning himself a suspension from school, and marks on
his permanent record.
He was brought 'skinny dipping' in the lake of a wealthy
land owner nearby, but of course Walter was the only boy
naked. Tommy forced the younger lad to shoplift stuff
for him, stealing cigarettes and adult magazines, which
Tommy studied at home.
One particular hot summers day, Tommy cut school and
made Walter do likewise, and after skinny dipping in the
lake, Tommy settled back under a tree in the shade to
study his adult books. Tommy's cock was stiff as usual.
It seemed to be stiff all the time now, but got stiffer
looking at the large breasted women on the pages as they
opened their legs and stuck their fingers in their own
cunts. He opened the centrefold and studied the picture
of the naked woman, on her knees, her legs spread and
her soft red lips wrapped around the head of an erect
penis.
She looked the picture of submissiveness, her hands
behind her back, and Tommy could imagine the sensations
the man felt as the naked woman on her knees, slid her
lips up and down on his hard cock.
Tommy looked to where he had placed Walter twenty
minutes before to dry off in the sun and noticed the
younger boy hadn't moved.
He stood, stark naked, with his hands behind his head
and his legs apart, as he had been told. He also had a
hard on.
Tommy looked around him and decided they were quite
alone in the field beside the lake. His friends would
meet him there after school, to give him his homework,
which would in turn be given to Walter to do for him,
but school didn't finish for another hour.
Tommy stood up and adjusted the hardness between his
legs and scanned the ground under the tree till he seen
the very thing he wanted.
A thin branch about two feet long, that hadn't been
dried out by the sun.
He flexed it in his hands, watched by the younger boy.
It was strong and flexible.
Tommy called the other boy into the shade where they
couldn't be seen from the road, and surveyed the naked
lad standing before him submissively, hands behind his
head and legs apart.
Walter's small penis was also erect, although he was
trembling with fear.
Tommy gently stroked his index finger up the belly of
the other boy, catching and pinching the nipple. Walter
hissed in pain but did not move.
Tommy stroked down the soft belly again, gently rubbing
the backs of his fingers over the small, jutting cock
between the spread legs of the younger boy. Still Walter
didn't move.
Tommy grasped the small penis in his hand and pushed the
foreskin back all the way, rubbing his thumb over the
sensitive glands.
Walter grunted but stood still.
Tommy let go of the younger boys hard shaft and putting
one finger under the chin of the smaller boy, lifted his
head up till he could look into the frightened eyes of
the other boy. 'Am I going to have any trouble with you,
bitchboy?' he asked the trembling youngster.
'No sir.' was Walter's reply.
'Good lad, get on your knees.' Tommy ordered and watched
as the naked boy dropped to his knees in front of him.
'Put your hands behind your back' was the next order, as
Tommy remembered the naked woman in the book. If it was
ok for her, it would be ok for Walter, he thought.
Walter complied and folded his arms across his back all
the time aware of his own nakedness as Tommy stood,
fully clothed, swishing the wicked looking branch by his
side.
Tommy reached a finger under the chin of the other boy,
tilting his head up and ordering the youngster to open
his mouth, he dropped a long string of saliva into the
gaping mouth.
'Good boy' he cooed, 'swallow that down,' and watched
with satisfaction as the younger boy did as he was told.
Walter often had worse things forced into his mouth at
school.
Tommy spent a couple of minutes running his thumb over
the lips of the kneeling youngster before him, testing
their softness, before dipping into the wide open mouth
to gently stroke the tongue and gums, then withdrawing
to rub the saliva over the lips and cheeks of the
kneeling youth.
'Don't move a muscle,' Tommy ordered, as he took a half
step back.
Walter watched, his heart pounding, as Tommy reached for
the fastening of his shorts, pushing it, along with his
boxers, below his knees.
The younger boy watched as Tommy's large erect penis
sprang free, to bob and twitch in front of his face as
he knelt, naked, legs apart, mouth gaping open.
Walter had a good look at the hard appendage only inches
from his face.
It was much bigger than his own three inches. At least
six. The balls, in their hairy bag, were big and hung
low. Tommy had been circumcised and the purple head of
his erect prick was fully exposed and shone wetly.
Walter's penis was tiny by comparison. His testes were
small and his entire pubic area was smooth and hairless.
Walter had never seen an adult penis before and now
there was one, hard and engorged, bobbing about in front
of his face.
Tommy took a half step forward and Walter watched with
dread as the hard cock of the bigger boy was pushed
towards his gaping mouth.
'Ok bitch' Tommy said, 'this is what we're going to do,
you keep that mouth soft and wet and wide open, whatever
I put in there, you suck gently, if I feel your teeth
once, I'll beat you black and blue. Do you understand'?
'Yes sir' the trembling boy replied.
He had heard about this sort of thing, he had even seen
it in some of the magazines in the shops that he was
sent in to steal, but he never imagined it happened in
real life. Yet here he was, kneeling naked before an
erect penis, with his mouth agape, being told he was
going to suck it gently.
He wasn't sure he could go through with it. All sorts of
things were going through his head. What would it taste
like? Would he vomit? Would this make him gay? He was
sure he couldn't do it.
And then he felt the wet, velvety head of the bigger
boys cock touch his lip. He tried to pull away but Tommy
had his hand behind the smaller boys head and was
gently, but insistently holding him in place.
'Put your tongue out' Tommy ordered, and Walter
obediently put his tongue out as far as he could. Tommy
rubbed the purple head of his erect cock across the lips
and tongue of the smaller boy, and Walter could feel and
taste the wetness on the head of the bigger boys cock
and he gagged a little.
'Good boy' he heard Tommy coo after a moment, 'put your
tongue in and open wide.'
Walter opened his mouth as far as he could, it never
occurred to him to do differently, and he felt the knob
of the bigger boys penis slip past his lips and touch
the back of his throat.
Walter gagged again and couldn't believe he was being
forced to do this. He didn't want this. He wasn't gay.
He liked women, he was sure, but still he remained on
his knees with his mouth open.
Tommy continued to push and pull the younger boys head
up and down on his erection.
'That's a good cock sucker' he breathed, 'suck that
shaft, that's it, keep your mouth loose, use your
tongue, make it wet, ooh yes, that's it, nearly there
now, work it bitch, suck that cock.
Walter was forced to listen to the humiliating tirade as
the older boy forced his mouth up and down over the head
of his erection.
'Ok boy,' Tommy eventually gasped, 'I'm going to cum
soon, I want you to swallow it all. If any spills, you
know what will happen.
Two minutes later, Tommy, holding the boy by the hair,
stiffened, and Walter felt his mouth fill with the other
boys slimy ejaculate.
Tommy held the younger boy till he stopped convulsing,
and his penis softened and slipped from between his
lips. A string of boy cum ran down the chin of the
kneeling lad, and Tommy gathered it up on his finger and
pushed it between the lips of the trembling youth.
'Good boy' Tommy sighed, that was good, but you'll get
better with practice, we're going to have lots of fun
together from now on.'
Walter knelt naked before the other boy with the taste
of boy juice in his mouth, naked as the day he was born,
listening to the older boy informing him he would often
be sucking him to orgasm, and he cried like a baby.
But both of the boys noticed, Walter never lost his
erection.
Every day after that, as soon as Tommy could get Walter
alone, he pulled out his penis and Walter dropped to his
knees without a word and sucked the cum from the other
boys cock. Walter was getting to be a very good
cocksucker, a fact that Tommy told him often enough,
much to the younger boys embarrassment. He wasn't gay
and didn't like being forced to service the older boy,
but seeing as he had to do it anyway, he might as well
get it over with as soon as possible.
Tommy soon began to order Walter to wait for him at
Tommy's house after school. He had to be there waiting
when Tommy came home from football practice. Walter was
introduced to Tommy's family as 'the nerd that helped
with his homework.'
Of course the reality was that as soon as the two boys
entered Tommy's bedroom, Walter was forced to strip
naked and fellate Tommy, after first licking the sweat
from his scrotum and thighs. This progressed to Walter
being made to lick and suck on Tommy's arsehole in an
effort to prolong Tommy's orgasm. And through it all,
Walter maintained an erection.
Walter was forbidden to have any orgasm's himself. Tommy
'would know' if he masturbated, and promised to flay the
skin off him if he did. He made Walter go to a sex shop
on the outskirts of town to buy a cock cage for himself,
forcing the younger boy to ask the man at the counter if
'he could try it on for size' and as Walter was in the
fitting room, Tommy entered the shop, pretending to
browse, but making sure his orders were being carried
out. Tommy also noticed the shop owner discreetly
watching the young lad in the fitting room.
The cage was difficult for Walter, it was a chrome pouch
that totally encased his penis and scrotum snugly and
was locked at the base of his ball bag with a small
padlock. Tommy kept the key of course. Walter's teenage
hormones were beginning to kick in, and he found himself
with spontaneous and painful erections all through the
days and nights, but even if he could masturbate, he was
too afraid of Tommy to do anything other than what he
was told.
Walter often found himself standing naked in Tommy's
bedroom, hands clasped behind his head as Tommy asked
him embarrassing questions, and videotaping the younger
boy.
'How big is your dick? Have you ever sucked another boys
cock? Do you fantasize about boys or girls? Name the
boys you would most like to suck. Would you like to be
fucked by your teachers? Have you ever spied on your mom
in the shower? Have you ever seen her naked? Do you push
your fingers into your arse when you're wanking, to
fantasize a man is fucking you? Do you fantasize about
your dad fucking you? Do you fantasize about sucking
your dads cock? Do you fantasize about fucking your mom?
Do you fantasize about licking your moms pussy? Would
you like to suck a dogs cock? Would you like a dog to
fuck your arse? How long have you know you were queer?'
And through it all Walter was forced to 'admit' to
thinking about all these perversions as it was all
caught on tape.
Tommy recorded the younger boy as he blew Tommy, making
sure that Tommy himself couldn't be recognised, taking
many close up's of the younger boys face as he slurped
and licked at the hard cock and hairy balls presented to
him. Tommy had become very good at prolonging his
orgasm. And despite Walter's wish to get it over with as
quickly as possible, as soon as Tommy was in danger of
squirting, he would call a halt to whatever Walter was
doing and have the younger boy worship at his arse or
suck on his toes or anything at all until his erection
got soft. In this way Tommy could make the sucking last
for hours and his eventual orgasm was better for it.
One evening as Tommy trawled through porn sites on his
computer, relaxed in the computer chair as Walter, naked
as usual, was under the desk sucking gently on Tommy's
erection, he came across a movie clip of a man fucking a
large lady in the arse. The man had an impressive cock
and the video was shot in high definition. As the man
pulled his large cock from the woman's arse, the tight
ring of her anus seemed to be trying to hold on to the
large cock which was trying to leave, then the cock was
pushed all the way in again.
Eventually the man gasped and grunted and emptied
himself into the bowels of the woman beneath him. The
man slowly pulled his dick from the woman's anus and the
hole stayed open, permitting a dribble of the man's cum
to leak out. It was at this point that Tommy spurted his
seed into the gently sucking mouth of the boy under the
table.
Two days later Walter found himself on his hands and
knees being sodomised for the first time. He had never
been so humiliated. The humiliation far outweighed the
pain. Tommy was gentle, having first stretched the tight
ring with greased fingers, then using copious amounts of
lubricant, had gently eased his throbbing member into
the virgin arse of the younger boy, holding him by the
hips, Tommy pulled back until the very tip of his
erection was inside the other boys ring, before slowly
easing the full six inches deep into Walter's bowels
again.
Tommy had never felt anything like this. He had seen
videos of gay men on the internet but he never imagined
it could feel as good as this. Of course he had no point
or reference as he had never had sex with anyone before.
Neither man nor woman. But as he fucked the younger boy
he promised Walter, that he would be fucking him more
often from now on.
It didn't take Tommy long to shoot his cum into the
bowels of the younger boy, and after a short rest, and a
little oral action from Walter, Tommy was ready to go
again.
Before Walter left for the evening, Tommy had fucked him
three times.
Things continued that way for a time. Walter fell more
and more under the influence of the older boy,
submitting to being sodomised whenever Tommy was horny.
Tommy made the other boy pose for more and more explicit
photos and video, abusing his own arse with carrots and
cucumbers, while 'revealing' for the camera the
fantasies he had about raping and killing young boys and
girls, fucking with animals and being abused by members
of his own family.
He made Walter place adds in gay magazines, looking for
a 'daddy' to beat and rape him. He then made the younger
boy buy the magazines as soon as they came out, and kept
them as ammunition in case the younger lad wanted to end
the 'relationship.'
He made Walter subscribe to several gay sites on the
internet, uploading photos, all of which always showed
his face, and describing his fantasies of being raped by
his own father.
Tommy then changed all the passwords, locking Walter out
and giving Tommy free reign to post whatever he wanted.
Of course it wasn't long before the other members of
Tommy's 'gang' were also introduced to the delights of
Walter's warm sucking mouth and velvet arsehole, as one
by one, they lost their shame in 'being gay.' If it was
ok for Tommy, it was ok for them.
Most nights Walter was forced to fellate one of the
older boys as another ploughed in and out of his boy
pussy, all being recorded on digital camera before being
uploaded to Walter's site.
Walter was fed Viagra which kept him constantly aroused,
a painful condition because of the cock cage. He was
forced to give himself a full body wax every four or
five weeks, to make sure his body remained smooth and
boyish.
When his boy pussy wasn't being used by the older boys,
he was forced to wear a butt plug that Tommy had
insisted he buy for himself.
As the other lads became more accustomed to fucking
Walter, the rapes became a nightly occurrence. They
dropped by one at a time, or in groups, to fuck the
youngster.
Walter spent most of his time in Tommy's room, naked,
and being used by one of Tommy's friends after another.
There wasn't a night that Walter wasn't required to
provide anal or oral satisfaction for Tommy or his
friends.
Tommy also used the younger boy to make some money at
school. Hiring Walter out to other teenage boys for
blowjobs or a quick fuck. Walter often found himself on
the bathroom floor, naked, sucking gently on a stiff
penis as other teenage boys rubbed their hard cocks
through their jeans as they watched and waited their
turn.
There were nights when Walter was at home, that he was
summoned by phone, by Tommy or one of his friends,
usually when they had been out drinking and had no luck
with the ladies, to meet them at someplace or other for
sex.
There was usually two of them, sometimes they brought a
stranger with them and Walter was required to suck and
fuck the three of them as they grunted and sniggered
drunkenly.
Once, when Walter had been summoned, they turned up with
a man and a woman in tow. The two boys double teamed
Walter in the back seat as the drunken couple in the
front looked on, the woman snorting in laughter as she
recorded it all on her mobile phone, giggling
hysterically as she announced she couldn't wait until
tomorrow to show all her friends. A statement that
horrified Walter as he realised his was the only face
that was being recorded. How many more people would be
witness to his humiliation he wondered.
Once a week Walter sat in front of Tommy's computer,
which Tommy had already logged onto a pay per view sex
site, dedicated to older men who liked young boys.
Walter was forced to introduce himself, giving his real
name, address, age and e-mail and then, stark naked and
blushing the young lad was forced to remove his cock
cage, telling the viewers that his owner had given him
permission to masturbate for his many online fans, then
rub his cock as he told the countless viewers, via
webcam, how he would love to meet them and all the
filthy things they could make him do to himself, and he
would do to them.
After half an hour of pawing at himself, pulling on his
nipples and fingering his arsehole, he was given the
signal by Tommy, and as the other lads and the cyber
world looked on, he ejaculated onto his stomach, then
scooped it up on his fingers and sucked them clean.
Other times Walter was told to look directly at the
camera as two of the older lads stood, one on each side
of him, rubbing their erect cocks over his face, into
his ears and eyes and across his lips' before finally
spraying the younger boys face with their cum.
Walter would look into the camera and lick his lips,
trying to get as much of the sticky goo off his face as
he could.
Other times Walter was made to slap and pinch himself,
slashing at his legs and stomach with a leather belt as
'punishment' for having dirty thoughts about 'his daddy'
and other men.
He was always made to masturbate slowly asking his web
audience to forgive him for having such a puny dick, in
no way compared to an adult sized one, until he squirted
his load onto himself and then licked it up, making
'yummy' sounds.
After his weekly show, Walter was made to hold up a
sign, showing 'his' e-mail address and phone number, and
to invite whoever was watching to ring or e-mail him for
a private 'date.'
Soon some of the men on the sex sites began to e-mail
Walter's web address, talking to Tommy, but believing it
to be Walter.
Tommy cultivated these chats of course and when the men
wanted to meet 'Walter' in person, for a 'date' Tommy
agreed, stipulating that they could come to the house,
only on a Friday night as Tommy's parents were away
Friday nights. The men were asked for a recent photo to
be uploaded, as 'Walter' was nervous of meeting for the
first time.
Any of the photos that looked dodgy were discarded
straight away.
It wasn't long before Tommy had confirmed Walter's first
'date' with a pleasant looking chap about thirty five
years for the very next Friday evening. He gave the man
directions and informed him that 'Walter' would only
provide oral sex on a first date.
The man was clean cut, if a little effeminate. He looked
married.
Tommy broke it to Walter on the Monday evening as Walter
was on his knees in Tommy's room fellating the bigger
boy.
Walter protested of course, but a couple of hard slaps
across the face, and the threats to send the video and
photos to everyone who knew Walter, including his
parents, soon had the younger boy reconsidering.
He really had no choice but to comply with Tommy's
orders.
Walter was sick with worry the whole week and more so on
the Friday.
He was at Tommy's house early in the day, straight after
school and as some of the 'gang' used his holes, he
watched Tommy install cameras around the bedroom all
trained on the bed, where Walter was informed he was to
conduct 'business.'
At quarter to eight the boys, all having used Walter in
one way or another, trooped downstairs to let the boy
have a quick shower before his 'date' arrived. Tommy
didn't want anyone else to be seen. Walter was
instructed to wear a pink T shirt and matching frilly
pink knickers that belonged to Tommy's younger sister.
He was warned to answer the door wearing those clothes
only, to smile and gush and to make the man feel
welcome.
He was instructed to take the man upstairs immediately
and bring him to the bed as quickly as possible. They
were both to strip naked and Walter was to make sure to
keep the 'action' facing the camera at all times. He was
to do as the man asked, he was to kiss him and he was to
suck his cock, swallowing his sperm. He was to ask his
name and request another 'date.'
When Walter opened the door to the man wearing his
'uniform,' the man, James, nearly collapsed. Walter
smiled and took him by the hand and led him up the
stairs. One hour later, James was letting himself out
the front door, with a well sucked cock and a promise of
another date next Friday.
***
Next week, he promised himself, he would fuck the boy.
He wondered who had the key for the chastity cage the
lad wore. Not that it mattered to him.
James drove slowly down the road to his own house,
whistling a tune, not taking any notice of the three
young boys following him to his house and watching him
go in.
Tommy wrote down the address. He would be back in the
morning.
Walter brushed his teeth for the second time that night,
trying to get the taste of the man's cum out of his
mouth. He heard the door bang and the excited chatter as
the gang made their way up the stairs to Tommy's room.
They took down the cameras and inserted the sd cards
into the card reader of the computer.
As the boys all crowded round the monitor it sprang into
life.
There was Walter in his little pink uniform, fixing his
hair, then making his way downstairs to allow James in.
They were both back in a matter of minutes. A bit of
chit chat followed and then James grabbed Walter in a
tight embrace, French kissing him.
Walter struggled for a couple of seconds and then gave
in.
Walter and his 'date' moved towards the bed where the
older man was undressed before Walter stripped off his
pink uniform.
James had an impressive penis. About seven inches. It
was fully erect.
Every detail was crystal clear on the high definition
cameras.
For an hour it went on. Walter sucking and licking,
James moaning and grunting, until suddenly James gave a
strangled gasp and came in the young boys mouth.
After watching all that, the gang led Walter to the bed
again, to do what Walter did best.
The next morning Tommy knocked on the door he had seen
James enter the previous night. It was a nice house, not
a mansion but a nice place. Worth a bit. The door was
answered by a lady in her late twenties or early
thirties.
Tommy asked for James and was told he would be back
later.
Tommy made small talk, telling the lady, who was James
wife, that he had seen James last night and he had
something for him that he might be interested in. He
gave the lady his mobile number and told her to get
James to ring him.
James rang at ten past five. They met and Tommy gave
James a copy of the home movie. James was unmistakable
on film.
James pleaded and cried, to no avail. They settled on a
small sum to be paid, in cash, to Tommy every Friday.
There was no need to tell James what would happen if he
missed a payment.
***
Over the next couple of months, Tommy set up another
four men in the same way. Walter was turning out to be a
gold mine. Tommy didn't need to work as he had a steady
income. Even if it was from blackmail.
Tommy had a good time with his sub for many years, but
eventually he, and the other lads started to notice
women. Tommy met Claire, and fell in love. Six months
later, Tommy got married, and moved away to work for his
father in law.
Without Tommy to hold them together, the rest of the
'gang' disbanded and went their separate ways. They came
back occasionally to fuck him or have Walter suck them,
usually when they had been drinking. They never came
alone, always two or more, and a couple of times they
brought an older man with them and Walter was forced to
suck the strangers cocks, then bend over to be
sodomised. Walter was sure he seen a couple of these men
handing over a fold of money to the other lads after
fucking Walter, but he couldn't be sure.
But as time wore on Walter seen less and less of his
tormentors.
He was both relieved, and a little disappointed.
Walter got a part time job in the town he grew up in and
promised himself he would never get himself into the
same position again. Walter was seventeen and after the
death of his grandmother, he moved back with his
parents.
Walter's mother was a big and forceful woman. She wore
the trousers in the household. She also had a drink
problem and could be nasty when she was drunk, which
seemed to be a lot of the time.
Walter often heard her ridiculing his father, blaming
him for not earning enough, for not having a better job,
for not having a bigger house and for keeping her in
'poverty and squalor.'
His father on the other hand was a quiet man. Small and
timid.
Walter never once heard him raise his voice. No matter
what his mother said to his father, he would agree with
her and apologise.
Walter thought it was just to keep the peace, but
eventually he came to realise he got his submissiveness
from his father.
One morning Walter got sick at work and went home early.
He went straight to bed as the house was empty. A few
hours later he was awakened by shouting and his father
issuing apologies.
Walter slipped silently out of bed and crept to the head
of the stairs.
He peeped down into the sitting room and drew his
breath.
His father was naked. His body was covered in bruises,
scars and burn marks. Some old and faded, some new and
inflamed. His father stood with his hands behind his
head as his mother slowly circled him, slashing at him
with a cane. He also sported an erection.
His mother wore a black leather bikini and black knee
length high heeled boots. Even though she was his
mother, she looked amazing. Every bit as good as the
women he masturbated over on his computer at every
opportunity. She was big but not fat. Her huge breasts
threatened to burst out of the leather bra she wore.
Walter watched them quiver and sway with every slash of
the cane. Her belly was round and soft and her legs were
strong and well formed.
She was berating her husband for something he did
earlier in the day, and she was giving it to him good
with the cane.
Walter watched as his mother beat the shit out of his
naked father, before ordering him to his knees where he
watched as his father masturbated himself to orgasm,
catching his spending in his left hand, before slurping
down the whole mess.
Walter sneaked back to bed again and spent the next hour
wanking, thinking about what he had just witnessed.
He spent a lot of time at the top of the stairs after
that, watching his mother beat and humiliate his father.
Sometimes kicking him in the balls, sometimes taking off
her underwear for his father to suck her pussy,
sometimes pissing on him, but mostly she beat him.
Of course the inevitable happened and Walter got caught.
His mother heard something, probably his grunting as he
abused himself, and looked over her shoulder. She saw
her son, naked, rubbing at his erection as he watched
her discipline his father.
Walter was mortified. His mother had seen him naked,
masturbating as he spied on his parents having their own
brand of kinky sex. Sex that he often dreamt about
himself.
He ran to his room and locked the door, fully expecting
his mother to charge through the door wielding the cane,
as he had seen her do to his father.
He got into bed and cowered, his erection shrivelled for
the first time in months, but as he lay there trembling,
the minutes turned into hours and he eventually realised
he was going to be left on his own. He slept fitfully.
Walter sheepishly descended the stairs the next morning
hoping he had the house to himself. He had delayed his
descent as long as he could. As he entered the living
room he saw his mother sitting in her robe in the
armchair. She had been drinking.
'Good morning sonny boy,' she slurred. 'Come down to
have another sneaky look at your old mom have you?
Hoping to catch me asleep so you could have a look at
the goods? Maybe have a quick feel? Dirty little
bastard, little wanker, just like your useless cock
sucking father.'
Drunk as she was, she was up from the chair and on him
before he could move. She delivered a slap to the side
of his face that knocked him across the room.
'No ma'am' he cried as the tears stung his eyes, 'I
wasn't, I swear, I only came down to eat.'
'Dirty little cunt,' his mother continued as she moved
to tower over the reclining boy, 'I saw you last night,
with your little prick in your hand, pulling at it as
you spied on your poor old mom, as I disciplined your
useless father, you disgusting little bastard.'
Walter looked up with fear from his prone position on
the floor as his mother towered over him. He noticed the
flushed face, the wild eyes and the large beefy arms and
big hands. Then he noticed her robe had opened in the
front. He also noticed her large breasts, hardly sagging
at all, her slightly round belly and the wild tangle of
black curls between her legs.
His mother noticed where he looked and smiled inwardly.
Outwardly she landed a kick to the thigh of the prone
boy.
'Look at you, you dirty minded bastard, she screamed. I
see you looking with lust at your own mother you
pervert, get up, get up off the floor.'
Walter scrambled to his feet as fast as he could, afraid
to anger his mother more.
It didn't seem to work, as soon as he was on his feet,
his mother had one hand around his throat, the other
slapped him hard across the face again, hard enough for
him to see stars. He would have fallen only she had a
grip on his neck.
'You listen to me you little prick,' his mother spat,
her face only inches from his, close enough that he
could smell the alcohol on her breath.
'This is MY house, everything here is in MY name. your
useless father owns nothing. YOU own nothing. Your
father is still here because it pleases me to have him
here. He has learned over the years to toe the line and
please me. You will learn too. If you're old enough to
rub your little prick spying on your mother, your old
enough to play by the rules. By MY rules. From now on
you will do what I say, when I say it.'
With that she slapped him again and let him go.
Walter watched his mother return to her chair and take
another pull from her glass, before arranging her robe
around herself, concealing her large breasts and the
darkness between her legs. She lowered herself into the
armchair again.
'Stand here in front of me,' his mother ordered, and
Walter rushed to stand about three feet directly in
front the woman.
'Ok boy,' she purred menacingly, 'drop those jeans till
we have a look at you.' The tears ran down Walter's face
as he reached for the fastening on his jeans and pushed
it to his knees along with his underwear.
'Hands behind your head boy, and move closer,' his
mother ordered.
Walter locked his hands at the back of his neck and
pulled his elbows back until it hurt, before shuffling
forward until he was a foot from his mother.
'Don't you dare move,' he heard her order as she reached
for his cock, skinning the foreskin back all the way and
rubbing her thumb over the sensitive glands.
Walter stood to attention in front of his mother for
what seemed like hours, as she roughly pawed and rubbed
his hard cock, wanking it in her fist or pushing the
foreskin back painfully to rub and squeeze the soft
knob.
'Not much of a cock,' his mother remarked. 'You
obviously take after your useless father.'
Walter cried like a baby with embarrassment and despair
as his mother roughly manhandled his genitals, grasping
the scrotum tightly and squeezing his testes before
finally releasing him and pushing him back a foot or so.
'Wank that little pee-pee for your mother, you sick
little fuck,' she ordered.
Walter wrapped his fingers around his cock and
vigorously masturbated himself. He had never been more
erect, whether it was from embarrassment or not he did
not know, but it was only seconds until he convulsed and
shot his little load over the floor and onto his mothers
leg.
'Typical' he heard his mother snort. 'Another sprinter.
Just like your useless father. Get down there and lick
up your disgusting mess.'
Walter dropped to his knees, feeling ridiculous with his
jeans around his ankles and licked his own sperm from
the floor before licking the few drops from his mothers
leg. His penis became erect again.
He licked until he was told to stand. He stood ashamed
and erect before his mother, as she checked the floor to
make sure he had cleaned up his spending properly, then
looked him up and down before speaking.
'Right you little shit, this is the way it's going to be
from now on.'
'You will do as your told, when you're told.
'You will not answer back.'
'There will be no more spying on your father and me.'
'There will be no more wanking without permission.'
'The rest we'll make up as we go along. Do you
understand?
'Yes' Walter replied sheepishly.
His mother grabbed his ball sack in her fist and
squeezed hard enough for Walter to screech in pain.
'Your answer is, yes mummy, you will refer to me as
'mummy' from now on, is that understood?
'Yes mummy,' Walter screamed, as his mother let go of
his scrotum.
'Good, now get your skinny arse into the shower and
shave from the neck down. I like all my boys to be
smooth and hair free. But you know that of course.
You've seen your daddy often enough.'
'Yes mummy' Walter replied as he rushed up the stairs.
'You have twenty minutes, then I want you back here,
naked, do you understand?' Walter heard his mother. 'Yes
mummy.' He replied.
Walter shaved the last of the hair from his narrow chest
and rinsed the wet razor under the hot spray in the
shower. He had spent fifteen minutes shaving his whole
body, then lathered up again and went over himself a
second time. He wasn't taking any chances, with his
mother in the mood she was in. She could be very nasty
when she was drinking and she was drunk now. To tell the
truth, Walter was terrified of her. She ruled the house
with an iron fist and Walter had often seen her fell his
father with a punch. He turned off the shower and
stepping out, began to dry himself.
He caught sight of himself in the full length mirror and
noticed his erection. He seemed to be erect a lot
lately. Even having an orgasm didn't deflate his dick
for long. His dick also looked a little bigger with no
body hair.
He looked at the clock on the wall and as his twenty
minutes were nearly up, he hung up the towel and padded
to the stairs and down to have his naked, shaved body,
inspected by his mother.
Walter had never in his life felt more humiliated, or
more horny.
Walter entered the living room and padded on bare feet
to stand before his mother in all his naked glory. He
folded his arms behind his back and spread his feet a
foot apart.
His mother appeared refreshed. She had closed her gown
about her affording Walter a glimpse of her cleavage as
she looked the naked boy up and down. He could see her
nipples through the cloth of the gown.
She noticed his small flabby body with its chicken
chest, his thin arms and legs and his girlish face. She
also noticed his small penis was fully erect.
Walter stood red faced but motionless as his mother eyed
him critically. He didn't flinch as she reached to
stroke the backs of her fingers over his legs and thighs
checking for hair. He didn't flinch as her hand stroked
up his belly and along his arms. He didn't flinch as she
bade him put his hands behind his head as she checked
his hairless armpits. He thought he would faint with
pleasure and shame as his mother reached for his hard
cock and gently examined his hairless scrotum and
between his buttocks.
'Squat down a bit' his mother ordered. Walter bent his
knees as his mother gently stroked around his anus with
her fingertip before worming her index finger into his
rectum. Walter grunted, but otherwise didn't move.
'Ok sonny, from now on your ass is mine. This little
hole will be plugged at all times. Your priority will be
to please me. Sometimes you will get pleasure from
pleasing me, other times you won't, but you'll please me
just the same. You and your useless father. You will do
nothing without permission. You will look for permission
to eat, to drink, to sleep, to use the toilet. You will
only masturbate when told to do so.
You will ask for permission to cum. If you do any of
these things without permission, you will be beaten.'
Walter stood naked before his mother as she fondled his
genitals, kneading his testes and scrotum with her left
hand and gently pulling his foreskin up and down on his
hard shaft with her right.
His legs began to tremble with the effort of squatting,
but his mother warned him to stay still.
'You will earn your little wanks from now on,' she
continued. 'With a lot of training you will eventually
make some girl happy. First thing every morning, as soon
as your father has gone to work, you will shower and
shave your pathetic skinny body. I will inspect you
every morning and if I find one hair, I'll flay the skin
off you.
You will take one Viagra every morning, which I will
leave out for you and you will put on the cock ring I
will provide for you. You will rub your little stub till
you're erect, then you will leave it alone. You will not
touch your little stub only to make it erect. If I see
it soft, you will be beaten. If I see you touching
yourself other than to get an erection, you will be
beaten. You will report to me naked, shaved and erect
every morning. Failure to comply with any of these rules
will result in a beating.
Tonight I will inform your father what his little boy
has become. You will change your hours of work to
evenings. Now get out and make me lunch,' she ordered,
punctuating her instructions with a slap to his stiff
cock.
Walter retreated to the kitchen wondering how he had
gotten himself into this situation again.
Walter heard his father arrive home from work a little
later, and his mother instructed him to go to his room
with a warning he wasn't to touch his cock and she would
be in to see him before she went to bed. Walter heard
the muffled voices downstairs, then voices getting
louder as Walter's mother told his father about the new
arrangement. Eventually he heard the slap of the cane on
naked flesh and his father's cries of pain.
Eventually Walter heard his father sniffling his
agreement and the cries of pain stopped. Walter lay
quietly in bed until he heard his parents come upstairs
and the abuse begin. He heard every sound, the slapping,
the grunting and the verbal abuse, the swearing and the
filthy things his mother said to his father.
He sneaked quietly into the hall to see what was going
on. His mother was standing naked except for a large
black rubber penis strapped around her ample waist,
pushing and pulling his father's mouth up and down on
the fake penis, using a two handed grip on his hair, as
his father, also naked, was on his knees in front of
her, his arms folded behind his back, choking on the
large dildo as his mother tried to push it all down his
throat.
Walter, after having a good look at his mother's large
naked breasts, wobbling and swaying about as she abused
her husband, sneaked back to bed before he was caught.
His erection was painful.
Walter's mother walked into his room an hour later and
informed Walter she had told his father about the new
situation. She had pulled a robe about her naked body,
but hadn't tied it. It parted in the centre as she
walked, leaving her heavy breasts, belly and pubis
exposed to her son. Walter saw her large breasts sway
about as she walked towards his bed. He could also make
out the mass of dark hair between her legs. She told
him, while fondling his rigid prick, that his father was
'alright' with the new arrangement, then after a final
fondling of her sons hard penis she bade him goodnight,
warning him again, that masturbation was forbidden.
Walter sneaked out of bed every night after that to
watch as his mother abused his father. Beating him with
a bamboo cane to encourage him to lick her hairy pussy
and shit hole faster and harder. Other nights he watched
his father on his knees and elbows on the bed, deep
throating a large plastic phallus, as his mother knelt
behind him slamming the large strap-on into his father's
rectum.
Walter heard his father grunt as the large black dildo
was shoved all the way into his sore hole, only to be
drawn back the full eight inches, then slammed home
again, as his mother degraded him, calling him a 'cock
sucker' and a 'faggot,' telling him to 'take more of
that cock down your throat' and 'imagine its Leroy and
Winston training you again, having you worship their big
black cock's, that was a good weekend, wasn't it homo?
They really gave it to you good.'
Telling him about all the cocks she was going to have
him suck, all the cum he would drink and all the cocks
he would take up his arse.
Every evening, when his household chores were finished,
Walter found himself on his knees, massaging his mothers
bare feet and legs. She often made him suck her toes,
'preparing his mouth for bigger and better things,' she
often remarked . Whether she knew it or not, as Walter
rubbed, he could see the dark hairy secret between his
mothers legs. He thought about all the times he had
spied on his mother as she made his father eat her pussy
and wondered what it would taste like. He was erect, as
usual.
Walter's mother watched as Walter's eyes darted to and
fro between her feet and the secret place between her
legs. Stupid men, she thought. So easy to dominate. Show
them a hint of pussy and you can do as you like with
them. The boy was as submissive as his father and she
would train him just the same. The skinny little cunt,
she thought, probably still a virgin.
Her clitoris twitched with the thoughts of what she
would do to him.
Walter's mother, Alice, had met Walter's father, Philip,
through a friend of the family. He was a bit older than
her, but she didn't mind that. He had other qualities
that she admired, his large bank balance for instance.
He was a good man. Generous and attentive. The first
time he asked her out, she made him drop his trousers
and underpants so she could 'see if he was worth it.'
He did so immediately and as he stood there red faced
and feeling foolish, naked from the waist down, she
asked him embarrassing questions.
'How many women did you fuck? When were you last checked
for HIV? How often do you pull your pee-pee? Is that as
big as it gets? She then made him masturbate as he stood
in front of her so she could see him at 'attention.'
when he was fully erect, she made him stop and after a
visual inspection, she made him put away his erect penis
without cumming, and fix his clothes. They went out for
several months and not once did Walter's father have sex
with Alice.
She made him strip naked and eat her pussy to several
orgasms, then, fully dressed again, she would order him
to masturbate himself as he told her how much he loved
the ground she walked on, making him stop rubbing when
he asked for permission to 'have a squirty' forcing him
to sit with his hands behind his head until his erection
shrivelled, before making him masturbate again. This
cycle could go on for two hours before she allowed him
to cum in his own hand and slurp it down. His bodily
fluids always had to be ingested by himself afterwards.
Alice liked to embarrass and humiliate Philip. Often on
drunken nights out, she forced him to drop his pants and
fondle himself, as her friends giggled drunkenly at his
shame. More than once, she made him offer a tramp 100
dollars to allow him to suck his cock, and for the tramp
to fuck him afterwards. Philip would strip completely in
an alley, then fall to his knees to fellate a tramp,
then bend over to be sodomised, having to pay the
vagrant for that privilege.
Sometimes, when Philip brought Alice to his home for a
meal, she forced him to go to his room and strip naked,
then to lie on his bed and masturbate with a finger of
the other hand pushed into his anus. The door to his
room had to remain wide open and he was forbidden to
have an orgasm.
After a while Alice would feign concern at his absence
and ask Philip's mother or father to go look for him.
Alice would be delighted to hear the gasps of surprise
from the top of the stairs as, either Philip's mother or
his father would discover their son naked and
masturbating, and the red faces afterwards as Alice
asked Philip's parents what he had been at, smiling as
they mumbled some excuse or other.
Another favourite was to force him to masturbate in the
cinema or in the corner of a public house, having first
covered his groin with a coat, then as Philip started to
cum, snatching it away and laugh as he tried to push his
hard, spurting penis back into his pants, only managing
to leave sperm stains all over his crotch.
Philip loved this treatment and eventually he asked
Alice to marry him. Alice insisted he submit to a
battery of health and financial checks, to make sure his
body and bank balance were healthy, warning him that if
they got married, he would do as he was told. When all
these came back clear, she agreed to marry him, but
explained to him again, that she would be wearing the
trousers.
Philip was alright with that arrangement.
Straight away after the wedding, if Walter's parents had
intercourse, which wasn't often, Philip was made to suck
his own sperm from Alice's dripping pussy, training, she
told him, for when she took a lover.
Besides, she didn't want to get pregnant.
Philip took this in his stride.
Eventually, Alice did take a lover, or several of them
to be precise, and when she came home from fucking other
men, Philip was there to suck her messy pussy. Draining
all the man juice from her in the hope he would be
allowed to 'make love' to her himself.
Eventually Alice started to bring men home with her, and
after an initial beating, Philip found himself on his
knees sucking their cocks to hardness, to prepare them
for fucking his wife.
Philip would then be ordered to hover around, offering
assistance in any way that was asked of him.
Eventually Alice got pregnant and Walter entered the
world. Seventeen years later he was as much a submissive
as his father, to the same woman.
Every morning when Walter heard his father leave for
work. He padded naked across the hall to his parent's
bedroom and knocking loudly, listened for his mother to
call him inside. His mother was always naked in bed, but
had the covers drawn up to cover her nipples. 'Good
morning mummy' Walter greeted her, and felt his face
redden at being forced to talk this way. 'May I have
permission to use the bathroom?'
Receiving permission, Walter hurried to the bathroom,
did his toilet and shaved from the neck down. He greased
the plug his mother had given him and inserted it into
his bottom. Thanks to Tommy Harris and his friends, it
slid in easily, he felt a bit embarrassed to have one of
his father's old plugs in his bottom.
He slipped the cock ring over the head of his penis,
pushing it as far down the shaft as it would go, then
rolled his foreskin up and down his knob until his cock
stiffened. The ring trapped the blood in his penis and
kept it erect. It wasn't painful but it wasn't
comfortable either. Walter had a feeling he would be
wearing the ring and the plug a lot. Feeling foolish,
Walter padded down the stairs to his mother.
Walter's mother was in her armchair in the living room
when Walter entered, and he padded over to stand
directly in front of her, hands behind his head and feet
apart. He pushed his groin forward slightly, making sure
she had unobstructed access to all his boy parts.
His mother eyed him critically as he posed naked in
front of her.
She looked him up and down for long minutes, heightening
his humiliation, eventually reaching for his genitals,
stroking the shaft up and down, pushing the foreskin
behind the head and leaving it there. 'That's the way I
want your cock presented to me in the future boy, hard,
skinned back and the head exposed,' she said. 'Yes
mummy' Walter gasped as his mothers hands continued to
touch his body, checking for stubble. Her right hand
dipped between his thighs to check the plug in his
bottom, pulling it out a bit, then pushing it home,
making sure it was seated properly.
'Feels a bit loose' she murmured to herself, 'I'll have
to find the next size up, you haven't been letting your
boyfriends stick their little pee-pee's up there have
you?' 'No mummy' Walter replied, his face reddening
again at the memory of Tommy Harris and the things he
did to Walter.
'It wouldn't surprise me, you dirty little bastard' his
mother grunted as she continued to pull and push the
plug in his bottom, 'This thing will fall out of its own
accord, either you were born with a loose ring, or
you've been letting boys up your pooper, I'll skin you
alive if I find out you lied to me, tomorrow we will try
the next size, now get out to the kitchen and get my
breakfast, and keep your hands off your little pee-pee,
that's for other peoples fun, not yours.'
'Yes mummy,' Walter agreed as he made his way to the
kitchen, aware of his erection and the way it bobbed
about as he walked. His face reddened again as he
realised how ridiculous he looked, stark naked with a
painfully hard erection and a plug lodged in his rectum,
as he went about his normal household chores in front of
his mother.
All through the day Walter was kept busy working. His
mother occasionally following him and checking on the
quality of his work, and sometimes calling him to stand
before her so she could stroke and caress his penis,
cradling his testes gently while rubbing her thumb
across the velvety glands, making Walter more horny and
frustrated than he had ever been. He hadn't been allowed
to have an orgasm in two weeks and he felt like his
balls were full to bursting.
His mother quizzed him at length about his sex life,
asking him the same questions over and over, in
different ways, trying to catch him out telling lies,
before sending him off to do his chores again, calling
him back in another while to ask the same questions
again.
Finally she seemed satisfied, eying him suspiciously,
she sent him back to the kitchen, telling him to get on
with his work and to keep his hands off his little clit.
Relieved, Walter padded back to the kitchen and immersed
himself in washing the floor, glad that he wasn't going
to be Interrogated anymore.
He was terrified he would let it slip about Tommy Harris
and his friends.
Towards evening he was again summoned to stand before
his mother so she could fondle his erection and scrotum
as he stood naked and exposed, hands behind his head and
hips thrust forward.
Walter spent every day for the next two weeks, naked,
fetching and carrying for his mother.
Every time he came within arm's reach she would make him
stand in front of her, hands behind his head and hips
pushed forward, so she could fondle his erection.
Sometimes gently, almost lovingly, rolling his foreskin
up and down over the head with one hand, while gently
cupping and rolling his testes with the other, slowly
taking him to the point of orgasm and then taking her
hands away to watch his erection throbbing and twitching
in front of her face before beginning again warning him
he wasn't to cum.
Other times roughly, pushing the foreskin back so far
and so hard he cried with pain. When his mother saw him
cry, she would slap him painfully across the face. 'Quit
your snivelling you little cunt' she would shout at him,
as she continued roughly handling his package. Squeezing
his testes until he thought he would vomit, tugging on
his penis violently and pushing it down between his
legs. Slapping it and his ball bag, making them dance
about as he flinched and cried in pain.
Other times she would yank the plug out of his rectum
and painfully jam as many fingers as she could in its
place, telling him 'we need to stretch that fuck hole
out for your boyfriends, bitch boy.'
His mother always sent him upstairs before his father
entered the house, after work, much to Walter's relief.
Today was to be different.
Today as his father, returning from work, let himself in
the front door. Walter was standing naked being fondled
by his mother. He panicked and tried to move away, not
wanting his father to see him naked in the living room
and being groped by his mother.
His mother, expecting this took a tight hold of his
scrotum. 'Don't you even twitch, you little cunt or I'll
crush your balls like grapes, it's about time your
useless father saw what his pride and joy was like.
Walter stood motionless and heard his father enter the
living room to see his naked son in the hands of his
wife. Walter heard him gasp in surprise and mumble
incoherently. 'Don't stand there with your mouth open
catching flies you dumb cunt, get upstairs and get
washed and shaved. You know the drill, you have twenty
minutes. don't have me follow you and beat your skinny
arse back down here,' Walter heard his mother shout.
Walter stood to attention as his father hurried past him
and climbed the stairs to the bathroom.
Walter was on his knees rubbing and licking his mothers
feet when his father, red faced, entered the living room
to present himself to his wife for inspection, hands
behind his neck, feet apart and groin thrust forward.
Walter seen his father's erect penis bobbing about as he
walked and was a little relieved to notice it was no
bigger than his own member.
'Ok bitch' his mother growled, 'up on your hind legs
beside your father, display position.'
Walter stood beside his father, in the same revealing
position. He noticed he was the same height as his
father too, but a lighter, slimmer build.
Walter and his father stood side by side, naked and
exposed, as the woman of the house eyed them critically.
Walter was embarrassed yesterday when he was alone with
his mother, but being naked with his father was taking
it to a whole new level.
'Right you two useless fuckers,' his mother spat, 'this
is the deal. I will tell you to do stuff and you will do
it. Any hesitation and you will be beaten. Any
reluctance and you will be beaten. Anyone says 'no' and
you will be beaten. I will accept no excuses, I will
accept no explanations. You will do what you're told,
when you're told. Does everyone understand what I have
just said?
'Yes mummy' Walter and his father chorused.
Walter was surprised to hear his father refer to his
wife as 'mummy.'
'Ok, his mother said, 'just make sure you do. Face each
other.' Walter and his father turned ninety degrees
until they were facing each other.
As humiliated as Walter felt, he suspected his father
felt worse.
'You' his mother said, giving Walter a nudge with her
foot, check the pig for stubble.'
Walter looked at his mother in wide eyed surprise.
Surely she wasn't suggesting he touch his naked father?
'Get on with it' his mother shrieked, jumping from the
chair and landing a slap across the face of the
teenager, hard enough that he saw stars.
Walter, tentatively reached out a trembling hand towards
his father's groin, gently touching the smooth skin
above his jutting penis with the tips of his fingers.
'Check his ball bag as well' his mother ordered.
Walter couldn't believe his mother was forcing him to
touch his own father and he felt the tears spring to his
eyes. He noticed his father had tears running down his
face also.
Moments later, although it felt like hours, Walter was
relieved to hear his mother order the two men to face
her.
'You two stupid fucks just don't learn. You' she barked,
jutting her chin at Walter's father, 'get your
punishment chair, and you,' nodding her head in the
direction of her son, 'get that cane from the back of
the door.'
Walter fetched the cane and brought it back as his
father carried a high backed chair from the kitchen,
positioning it sideways on to the woman in the armchair.
'Get across it' she barked at her husband, and Walter
watched as his father draped himself across the back of
the chair, holding on to the seat with both hands.
'Right, shithead,' his mother ordered next, 'you lay
five on your daddy's arse, as hard as you can. I want
five individual lines when you're finished. Take your
time and let each one sink in. if I'm not satisfied when
you're done, I'll give you five.'
Walter couldn't believe what he was being forced to do.
Cane his own naked father. But he didn't see he had much
choice.
He positioned himself behind his father, noticing for
the first time that his father also wore a plug in his
rectum, although it looked twice the size of the one he
wore himself, and measured up for the first cut.
Walter swung the cane as hard as he could, and heard his
father suck in his breath with a hiss. Walter also
noticed an angry purple welt spring up on his father's
buttocks immediately.
He waited a couple of moments until his father stopped
fidgeting and struck again, one inch below the first.
His father grunted with pain and let out an audible
gasp.
'Keep quiet and keep still' his mother ordered her
husband and nodded at Walter to continue. Walter lined
up the next strike and was surprised to see his mother
dip her hand between her wide spread legs, as she gently
stroked her clitoris, getting turned on watching her
naked son beat his equally naked father.
Walter lashed out the next cut with the cane as hard as
he could, fearful of upsetting his mother and was
rewarded with another instant welt appearing on his
father's buttocks, again at about an inch spacing. His
father grunted slightly but remained still.
Again Walter slashed the cane against his father's
bottom, watching another welt spring up, and heard his
mother moan as her fingers continued to flick and strum
her own clit.
Walter swung the cane a fifth and final time, hearing
the crack as it landed against his father's bottom and
was rewarded with another purple welt.
'Stand' his mother barked, display your welts.'
Walter watched as his father stood and turned his back
to his wife, shuffling back until his bruised buttocks
were within reach of the woman.
Walter stood mesmerised as his mother reached out with
one hand to trace the purple lines on her husband's
buttocks, while masturbating herself with the fingers of
the other.
'Ok cunts, switch places.' Walter handed his father the
cane before fearfully draping himself across the back of
the chair, the way his father had done moments before,
and watched his father get into position to beat him, as
he had just beaten his father, as his mother
masturbated.
'Just give him three,' he heard her tell his father,
'this is his first time.'
Nothing could have prepared Walter for the pain he felt
at the first stinging cut from the cane. His buttocks
felt like they were on fire. He gasped with pain and
dearly wanted to stand and rub his flaming buttocks with
his hands, but he knew that would only result in more
pain.
He tensed his buttocks to try to reduce the pain from
the cut he knew was coming. It did not work. His bottom
felt as if it had exploded. Like molten lead had been
poured over it. He was sure he was bleeding.
The third and final slash landed and Walter couldn't
help but moan a little. He was hopeful his mother would
overlook it as it was his first time getting the cane.
His legs trembled and his nose was running.
'Good boy' his mother said, 'you took it better than the
'pig' did his first time. Up now, and check for stubble
again. I want it done right this time. You, pig, you
check sonny boy first. Show him how it's done. Walter
felt his father's hands feel his pubis and scrotum,
lifting the heavy bag out of the way before pushing his
fingers in and around his anus, checking for stubble
Walter might have missed. 'All clean mummy' his father
said before placing his hands behind his head and
spreading his legs. 'Good, now you check your father,
and do it right or you'll go back across the chair
again, for five this time.'
Walter tentatively reached for his father's groin for
the second time, sliding his fingers across the smooth
skin above his father's erect penis and down the sides
of his scrotum and further back to check between his
buttocks, lifting the heavy full bag with one hand.
'Check his chest and underarms, his mother ordered.
Walter couldn't have felt more humiliated as he stood
naked rubbing his hands across his father's naked body
as his mother sprawled in the armchair watching and
openly masturbating. Walter stroked his fingers across
his father's chest and underarms and finding no stubble
he told his mother so. 'Ok, put the chair back in the
kitchen. You, pig, on your knees and do what you do
best, and if you stop before you're told you'll get back
over the chair.'
Walter returned the chair to the kitchen, not risking a
quick rub of his bottom. He returned to the sitting room
to find his father on his knees between the wide spread
legs of his mother, licking and suckling at the dark,
hairy slit for all he was worth. Walter stood to one
side, close enough that his mother could touch him if
she wanted and putting his hands behind his head and
pushing his genitals forward, he watched the scene
before him.
His mothers robe had fallen open exposing her large
breasts with their dark rubbery nipples.
Walter watched as they rose and fell with his mothers
gasping breath. His eyes travelled down over the soft
round belly to where his father was slurping and licking
at the juncture of her wide spread legs. His mother had
one hand entangled in his father's hair, pulling and
guiding him, directing his tongue where she wanted it.
She reached for Walter's jutting penis with her other
hand, moving the foreskin back and forth while rubbing
her thumb on the underside of the glands.
'Good boy, cock nice and hard, just the way I like them.
The three of us are going to have so much fun together,'
his mother breathed as she stroked Walter's erection.
'I'll train you just like I trained your father. Your
daddy can suck a cock with the best of them. All the
queers around here say he's the best cock sucker they
have ever met. He's had more cocks up his pooper than
you've had hot dinners. A proper slut, is your daddy.
You'll be trained the same way, she gasped. Starting
tomorrow yourself and your daddy are going to get
intimate.
'We'll start slow as I know it'll be hard for you. Both
of you. You'll become as good a cock sucker as your
daddy. You'll practice on each other. You'll suck each
other's cocks and you'll fuck each others arses. You'll
kiss and make out like teenage lovers. You'll lose all
shame in your lovemaking. And when you're good enough,
you'll put on shows for my friends. I have friends, men
and women, that would love to see my two men getting
jiggy.
Walter listened with growing horror at what his mother
was saying. He watched her write about as her orgasm
approached. Walter watched his mothers soft hand as it
stroked up and down on his erection, the long red nails,
her thumb rubbing his glands. Walter watched as his
father lapped and sucked at his mother's hairy pussy.
Walter watched his mothers large naked breasts swaying
and quivering, the rubbery nipples hard and he felt the
orgasm building inside him.
'That's it bitch' his mother gasped at his father,
'right there, harder, get your tongue all the way in,
harder, faster, oh yea, nearly there, keep going Pig,
keep going, keep going, keep going, keep going.'
Walter watched his mother buck and twitch as her orgasm
approached, her large naked breasts quivering, her soft
belly and her wide spread legs. He watched her soft hand
glide up and down on his erection and he watched his
father lick her to an orgasm. Walter felt his balls
tighten as he tried to hold back, but there was too much
going on, and the soft insistent hand of his mother
gliding over his erection was too much to bear.
As he watched his mother buck and jerk in the throes of
orgasm, as she pulled on a fistful of his father's hair,
he felt himself pass the point of no return. As his
balls exploded he watched, horrified, as a thick rope of
boy juice spurted from the tip of his penis to land on
the quivering belly of his mother, quickly followed by
another and then a third, finally spasming to dribble
onto his mothers fingers.
Walter stood still as his mother relaxed, and her
breathing slowed. Moments later she opened her eyes and
looked at her sons spending pooling on her soft belly.
'Get up here Pig and lick up this mess' she ordered her
husband, pulling him by the hair until he began to lick
up his sons sperm.
'Bend over and open your fucking mouth you dirty little
bastard,' she spat at Walter.
Walter bent at the waist and opened his mouth and his
mother thrust her slimy fingers inside. 'Suck' was all
she said and Walter sucked the residue of his own orgasm
from his mothers fingers.
When Walter's mother had been licked clean, she pushed
her husband out of the way and stood up, then delivered
a stinging slap to Walter's face. 'There's no cumming
without permission' she screeched. 'I don't care what
you have to do, you don't cum without permission. I will
not have you behaving like animals. You will not be
spraying your seed, willy nilly, around the house
unsupervised. Your father has some control, you will
learn control too.'
With that she delivered another slap to Walter's face,
that left him seeing stars. 'Get on your fucking knees,
the Pig had to drink your slop so it's only fair you
drink his. Get your head back. Open your fucking mouth.
Wider. Don't you dare move. You, Pig, stand in front of
the boy and pull on that noodle, don't you dare stop
till you cum in his mouth.'
Walter squatted on the floor with his head thrown back
and his mouth agape and watched, horrified, as his
father shuffled into position to wank himself into his
sons open mouth, as his mother watched. Walter noticed
his mothers robe was still open and off her shoulders,
exposing her large breasts and soft belly. His eyes took
it all in, down to the hairy pussy between her legs. He
watched as his father took hold of his penis and moved
the foreskin up and down, wanking himself as he moved
himself closer to Walter, stopping when his penis was
only a couple of inches away from his sons gaping mouth.
Walter watched his mother move to stand beside his
father, as she dropped a long string of slimy spit into
Walter's wide open mouth. He watched his naked father
masturbating himself, red faced, as he prepared himself
to orgasm into the gaping mouth of his teenage son. He
watched as his mothers large full breasts and soft belly
quivered and swayed with every move she made.
'Permission to have a squirtie mummy' he heard his
father ask, red faced, as he slowed his ministrations
down, not wanting to orgasm without permission.
'Cum into his mouth, Pig, and don't miss' he heard his
mother say and almost immediately he felt his mouth fill
with his father's slimy ejaculate. Walter gagged on the
taste and the knowledge of where it came from.
'Swallow it fucker,' he heard his mother order, 'or I'll
skin you alive, if you get sick I'll beat you until you
lick it all back up again.'
Walter forced himself to swallow his father's slimy
seed, gagging, but keeping it down. His mother grasped
his father's softening erection and slowly milked it
from the root to the tip, gathering the last drops of
her husband's orgasm on the tips of her fingers and
pushed the slimy digits into Walter's mouth, before
scooping some of the stray drops from his lips and chin,
pushing them in also, grasping his chin and pulling his
head this way and that to check inside his mouth, making
sure he had swallowed all his father's offering.
Satisfied that the boys mouth was empty, she dropped
another long string of saliva into his mouth and told
him to swallow.
Finally Walter heard his mother order him to his feet.
The two men stood in the display position as Walter's
mother looked them over, noticing that they both had
flaccid penises now.
'Up to your beds, tomorrow we begin training in earnest.
In the morning you will shower together. You will shave
yourselves and each other. You will check each other for
stubble and if you find any you will shave again. If I
find any there will be hell to pay. You are responsible
for each other, so if I find stubble on one of you, you
will both be beaten.'
Walter followed his father up the stairs, noticing the
welts and scars on the older man's buttocks, back and
legs, and wondered what tomorrow would bring. He could
still taste his father's semen and his mothers saliva in
his mouth. His stomach turned with fear and revulsion.
Walter got into bed and lay trembling for hours, going
over the events of the day, again and again. Sleep would
not come.
He heard his mother abusing his father again for hours.
He heard every sound. The slaps and grunts. The cries of
pain and his father begging.
His mother laughing and belittling his father and the
degrading names she called him.
The next morning Walter was called into his parents
room.
His mother was sitting up in bed, the bedclothes pulled
up under her chin. His father was kneeling naked on the
floor, hands behind his head as usual. Walter noticed a
lot more redness on his father's back and buttocks.
'I thought it over last night,' his mother said. 'You
two bitches are too stupid to do things for yourselves,
so you're going to be responsible for each other's
washing and shaving. From this morning you will shower
together. You will wash each other and then you will
shave each other. You are no longer permitted to touch
your own bodies.
You will insert plugs into each others arses and you
will put cock rings on each other. You will also be
responsible for maintaining each other's erections. When
you put cock rings on your partner, you will stroke his
penis until its erect, then you will stop. If, during
the day, your own erection begins to soften, you will
approach your partner and ask him to stroke your little
noodle to hardness again.
If I see either of you without an erection, you will
both be beaten. If I see either of you touching your own
little organ, you will both be beaten, now off you go to
the shower. You have forty minutes then I want you both
back here for inspection. God help you if all is not
well.'
Walter and his father hurried, naked, to the bathroom to
do his mothers bidding. Both were red faced and
embarrassed at what they were being forced to do but
neither man wanted to upset the woman of the house.
They entered the shower cubicle together and after
wetting themselves, began soaping each other using their
bare hands, a practice that made each man shudder with
revulsion. With the soaping and rinsing done in record
time, each began to shave the other with wet razors.
A painstaking task, as they had to keep stopping to give
each other access to intimate areas.
Washing and shaving done, it was time for the plugs.
Walter's father greased Walter's plug and smeared his
sons arse hole with lubricant, sliding his finger in and
twirling it around, then inserted the plug to the hilt.
Walter had an opportunity to inspect his father's plug
at this time. It was big. Three inches at its widest
part, two inches thick where it sat in his anus. Walter
greased it and his father's hole using his finger, then
gently eased the large plug into place until it was
seated home. After a final check, the two humiliated men
went back to the bedroom to be inspected by Walter's
mother.
The two men were on their backs on the bed, head to toe,
fondling each other's erections as Walter's mother told
them the itinerary she had in mind for them.
The first Friday of every month would be 'squirtie'
night, assuming they had earned it.
Starting tonight, as it was the first Friday, they would
both get a 'squirtie.'
They would have to make each other squirt with their
hands for this month.
Next month you will both use your mouths.
The month after that, will be anal night.
Walter and his father were both horrified at the
perversions they were going to be forced to inflict on
each other, as they lay on their backs, head to toe,
slowly masturbating each other's erections, erections
that had never been as hard.
The two naked, erect, men spent the day cooking,
cleaning and fetching for the lady of the house,
attending to her every whim. Many times during the day,
Walter's father approached his son, and red faced asked
him to fondle his 'noodle' to erection, as per his
wife's instructions.
Walter stroked the soft cock of his father, coaxing it
to swell and grow, as the older man stood exposed, hands
behind his head, only stopping when his father's cock
was stiff and erect, then, making sure to push the
foreskin back behind the helmet, they both returned to
work.
Walter only had to ask his father once during the day to
fondle his 'noodle' and stood in the same position, as
his father gently masturbated him to full size, all the
time being watched by his mother.
As evening approached, Walter's mother ordered the two
naked men upstairs to the master bedroom. It was time to
have their 'squirtie.'
Walter was first. His mother bade him get on the low
table on his hands and knees, as she settled on her back
on the bed, opening her robe and sliding her hand
between her legs to rub her clitoris. His father was
ordered to remove the plug from his sons anus and insert
two fingers of his left hand into the gaping hole. He
was told to stimulate the prostate with his left hand
and to masturbate his sons erection with his right. His
mother bade her husband to hand Walter a six inch dildo,
instructing the boy to suck lovingly on the plastic
phallus as his father began to masturbate him.
Walter's face reddened with shame at the position he
found himself in. on his elbows and knees, naked, on the
table, sucking on a plastic penis with his own naked
father gently stroking his stiff member with one hand,
while massaging his prostate gland with two fingers of
the other hand lodged in his boy pussy as his mother
watched and rubbed at her clitoris. As humiliated as he
felt, Walter couldn't help but enjoy the sensations.
It didn't take Walter long to pump out his boy juice
onto the smooth wood of the table at this treatment as
his father massaged his prostate and milked his hard
penis and after only a couple of minutes he was bucking
and grunting as he spurted a sizable load onto the table
beneath his belly.
After dismounting the table and licking up his own
spending, on his mothers orders, they were told to
switch places.
Walter watched his father mount the table as he himself
had moments before, pushing his bottom up and dropping
his head to suck on the fake penis. Walter pulled the
plug from his father's anus and inserted two fingers of
his left hand deep into the gaping hole, wriggling them
about until he felt the walnut sized prostate gland,
then taking his father's erection in his right hand he
began to gently roll the foreskin up and back over the
smooth knob, masturbating the older man, rubbing and
pushing at the smooth round gland deep in his father's
rectum, all the time conscious of his mother
masturbating as she watched.
After about ten minutes of this treatment, Walter's
father began to squirm and pant as his orgasm approached
and Walter skinned bask his father's foreskin and
concentrated on rubbing and squeezing the rubbery head
of the older man's member, while pushing hard on his
prostate. Moments later Walter was rewarded with a large
puddle of semen as it shot out of the tip of his
father's throbbing erection, followed by a few smaller
spurts.
Walter watched as the older man dismounted from the
table and licked up the puddle of cum from the shiny
surface.
'Gather the last drops and feed them to him' his mother
ordered, and Walter grasped his father's softening penis
again and squeezed it from root to tip to expel the last
of the older man's ejaculate onto his fingers, before
pushing them into the sucking mouth of his father, as
his mother gasped through the first of many orgasms she
would have tonight.
Walter lay quietly in his bed, after his mother
dismissed him, listening to his father being abused in
the master bedroom. He heard his father cry out time and
time again as his mother slashed at him with the bamboo
cane, forcing him to 'admit' he wanted to fellate and
sodomise his own son. Walter listened as his father held
out as long as he could, but they both knew his mother
would continue to beat him until he 'admitted' he was
gay for his own son.
Walter listened, sick to his stomach, as his mother
narrated exactly what she was going to make her son and
his father do together, in between his mothers gasps of
pleasure and his father's cries of pain. Walter assumed
his father was providing oral sex again, and his blood
ran cold at the things his mother was saying.
He didn't want to have sex with his own father. To suck
and be sucked. To fuck and be fucked. To lick his own
spending from his father's shit hole and have his father
do the same to him. The thoughts of all those things
were bad enough, but he heard talk of an audience, of
movies for sale and on the internet. And he heard his
mother gasping about having them suck and fuck with dogs
and other animals.
Walter was submissive and needed to be dominated. He
still missed Tommy Harris and the other lads and the
things they had made him do. He still got erections
thinking about his mothers naked body and her soft hands
as she fondled his penis to orgasm. But this was too
much for him to take in. Walter lay trembling in his bed
as he listened to his mother have one orgasm after
another thanks to his father's borrowing tongue.
Eventually, hours later, when he was sure his parents
were asleep, Walter got dressed and crept quietly down
the stairs and out of the house, vowing to never see his
parents again.
Today was Walter's eighteenth birthday.
Walter travelled to the city that night, slept rough and
next morning got a menial job waiting tables. At last he
was independent.
It wasn't long before he got a job on the ground floor
of a multinational company. He worked hard and as the
years passed he climbed the ladder steadily. It wasn't
long before he came to the attention of the CEO, Mr.
Williams.
Mr. Williams thought of Walter as the son he never had.
He admired Walter's hard work ethic and his clean cut
appearance.
Walter met Mr. Williams daughter, Mary, through work,
and felt an instant attraction. It was mutual.
Walter asked his boss for permission to ask Mary on a
date and his boss granted him permission.
Walter and Mary went out for six months and at the end
of that time Walter asked his boss for permission to
marry his daughter.
Mr. Williams was delighted. The wedding was a lavish
affair, the best that money could buy, but after the
honeymoon things settled into a boring routine.
Walter's need to be dominated caused many arguments. The
sex was boring and unsatisfactory. Walter tried to get
Mary interested in taking the upper hand, but she
thought sex should be done in a darkened room in the
missionary position.
Walter, in frustration, found himself turning, more and
more, to his computer and his fantasies for sexual
satisfaction.
***
Six months into the marriage, Mary fell pregnant. The
result of a drunken night spent together after a works
party.
Again, Mr. Williams was delighted and promoted Walter to
vice chairman of the board, grooming him to take over
from him when the time was right.
Mary had a hard time with the pregnancy, spending most
of the time in bed and on the eight month she was
admitted to hospital with complications and gave birth
to identical twin boys, which were named Jack and John.
It took nearly a year for Mary to return to the marital
home after giving birth to the twins. It had been hard
on her. She still suffered from discomfort in her groin
area and sex was out of the question. Months led into
years and before he knew it, Walter hadn't had sex with
his wife for twelve years. Any talk of domination was
quickly shot down, with Mary accusing Walter of being
some kind of deviant, only concerned with his penis.
Communication between Walter and his wife was zero. They
both took out their frustrations and anger on their
sons. Corporal punishments were the norm and as Walter
observed his wife beating his sons, having first
stripped them and placed them across her lap, he
couldn't help sometimes wishing it was himself she was
beating.
Shortly after the twins thirteenth birthday, Mary was
taken ill and went back into hospital. She passed away
two weeks later.
Walter was now back where he started but with twin sons
to look after.
The family helped as much as they could, and Walter
hired a nanny.
He started frequenting bars at weekends hoping to meet
someone who could give him what he craved.
Walter returned to the internet to satisfy his craving
for domination, trawling through female domination
sites, looking at graphic images and videos of dominant
women abusing submissive men, as he pulled at his
erection.
He sometimes wished he had never left home that fateful
night, and sometimes when he thought he saw Tommy Harris
on a crowded street, his heart thumped in his chest. He
told himself it was fear, but he suspected it was
excitement.
One night as he was busy looking through his favourite
sites, masturbating, he stumbled across an advertisement
for a professional dominatrix, and as he studied the
photo of the lady, his heart skipped a beat. She was the
most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
Large firm breasts, large buttocks, soft, but firm. Long
black hair in a pony tail and tanned looking skin.
Walter phoned for a 'date' and was accepted.
Miss Lucinda was all he had ever hoped for. She
embarrassed and humiliated him but made it seem like the
most natural thing in the world. He left after the first
'date' considerably poorer, but fully satisfied. Walter
was in love. He asked Miss Lucinda to marry him shortly
after.
Lucinda informed him that if they were to get wed, their
lifestyle would be for real. She warned him she would
not play games, that he would become her slave in all
sense of the word.
Six months of constant begging later, Walter and Lucinda
were married.
Immediately after the wedding, Lucinda took charge.
Walter was forced to sell his apartment in the city and
buy a larger house in the country. Walter protested, as
the apartment was plenty big for the two of them as the
twins were with their grandparents and besides, it was
closer to work, but a session with Lucinda's cane, soon
had him seeing sense.
Walter's sons moved in soon after, as Lucinda wanted
'the whole family experience.' Walter was delighted. 'At
last' he thought, 'things were on the up.'
Lucinda laid down the law straight away. The boys were
to call her 'mummy, Walter was to call her 'miss Lucy.'
Lucinda wore the pants and punishments were to be meted
out as Lucinda saw fit. All punishments were to be in
the form of bare bottomed spanking, using a variety of
implements, from hand spankings to the dreaded cane, and
everything in between, depending on the severity of the
infraction.
Neither Walter nor the twins would be exempt from
punishment, which would be carried out in the living
room, with the whole family in attendance. Lucinda put
Walter in charge of the twins nightly bathing, an
arrangement which embarrassed both the boys and their
father. They protested of course, but Lucinda was having
none of it and on the first night in their new home, the
'man of the house' and his teenage sons trooped up the
stairs to the bathroom to wash, after which Lucinda
would inspect the boys and punish their father if she
wasn't satisfied.
Lucinda loved to have the boys stand naked before her as
she fondled their small penis's to erection, moving the
little balls around in their scrotums and inserting her
finger into their anus's to check they were clean.
If faeces was found on her fingertip, it was presented
to a red faced Walter to be licked and sucked from her
manicured fingertips. Walter was responsible for their
cleanliness so it was only fair Walter cleaned her
finger if he failed to do his job properly.
Lucinda loved to watch an embarrassed Walter as she
fondled his sons erections, happy in the knowledge that
he wished it was himself she was fondling , instead of
his pre-pubescent sons.
While Walter was at work, Lucinda, secretly, had hidden
cameras installed in every room in the house, along with
motion sensors and manual command function, connected to
her computer.
Walter's salary was paid directly into Lucinda's bank
account, with Walter receiving a small allowance for bus
fare and miscellaneous items during the week, which all
had to be accounted for. This was particularly
humiliating for Walter as the Vice President of the
company, he was used to having a company car. The car
was left at the house for Lucinda to drive, while Walter
got the bus.
Walter was made to undress completely the moment he
arrived home from work, and report to Lucinda,
regardless of the twins, or anyone else who might be in
the house. Walter found this very humiliating, to parade
naked in front of his sons, and imagined how his own
father must have felt all those years ago. Luckily his
sons didn't seem too traumatised by seeing their father
naked.
That progressed to being 'examined' by Lucinda, which
was little more than an excuse to grope and fondle his
genitalia.
Walter was always conscious of his sons nearby, as he
always got an erection in the soft hands of his wife,
but after an initial observation in the goings on of
their naked father and his wife, they appeared to take
it in their stride.
This delighted Lucinda no end. She wanted to 'normalize'
having naked men in the house in front of her step sons.
Punishment day usually meant that Walter was stark naked
across Lucinda's knee being beaten with the back of a
hairbrush until he cried, as the boys looked on
trembling, wondering if they were next. After that,
Walter had his 'corner time,' standing naked facing into
the corner of the room, nose touching the wall and hands
locked behind his head, tears drying on his face, red
arse on display as the boys played or went about their
normal business.
Walter was now forced to bathe the twins naked as well,
all being recorded by secret camera. Walter protested of
course, but he was beaten until he agreed. That
progressed to Walter and the twins all bathing together
in the same bath, Lucinda bathing Walter, slowly
massaging his cock and balls with her soft soapy hands,
as the twins watched, until Walter thought he would die
from pleasure, or shame.
It wasn't long of course until the twins were instructed
how to 'clean' their father in the bath after Walter had
bathed his sons, as Lucinda watched and offered
encouragement. 'That's it Jack, push that foreskin back.
Good boy, soap up your hands more, rub that knob at the
end, long slow strokes with your two hands' good boy,
you're doing good. Keep it up, all the way up, all the
way down. John push your finger into the hole in his
bottom, good boy, use more soap. Push it well in,
wriggle your finger around, pull it back and push it in
as far as you can. Good boy, now use two fingers. Keep
'washing' that cock Jack. Good boys, you're doing
great.'
Walter was mortified to have to stand in the bath, legs
apart and hands locked behind his head, as his young
sons were instructed to abuse his cock and anus, while
his wife watched, under the pretence of personal
hygiene.
Walter did all in his power not to enjoy the feeling, as
his sons soft soapy hands caressed and stroked his
genitals, but it was obvious by his erect penis that the
opposite was true.
After about three weeks of this nightly treatment, and
after nearly two months of enforced chastity, Lucinda
told Walter that he could have his 'cum' tonight as his
sons washed him in the bath.
Walter protested, saying he didn't want his sons to do
that to him. Lucinda said it was up to him, but there
would be no 'cumming' for another month if so, and we'll
try again next month. 'By the way, that is the only way
you will get to cum, so it's tonight, or hold it till
next month.'
That night, Walter, standing naked in the bath, legs
apart and hands locked behind his head, had a huge
orgasm as John stroked his cock and Jack burrowed his
fingers in his arse. And through it all, Lucinda stood
out of the way of the camera and watched, smirking.
She had Walter where she wanted him now. She had it all
on tape, and she was nowhere to be seen. There would be
no escape for Walter now.
Lucinda was ecstatic the way her new family were coming
along.
Things progressed and the twins were also stripped naked
as soon as they came in from school. They were red with
embarrassment the first afternoon as they stripped naked
and folded their clothes, before approaching to be
inspected by their stepmother. The inspections were
Lucinda's way of fondling their teenage genitals. She
had a particular liking for their small hard cocks, and
smooth, unblemished skin. Walter was horrified to return
from work the first evening to strip naked and find his
wife fondling the genitalia of both his sons as they
stood before her. Of course there was nothing he could
do about it.
Lucinda noticed the twins were starting to grow pubic
and underarm hair, and they were both delighted as she
told them they were on the way to becoming men and would
be treated as men from now on.
Lucinda presented them with a set of tweezers, and
instructed them to check each other thoroughly once a
week, under arms, chests, and between their legs, paying
attention to the area between their buttocks, and tweeze
out any hair they found there.
About this time, Lucinda insisted that Walter give
himself an all over body shave every morning as well.
Then she ridiculed him in the bath each night, comparing
his hairless body to the hairless bodies of the twins,
saying they looked like triplets.
Lucinda used the twins at every opportunity to humiliate
Walter, allowing one or both of them to punish their
father as he bent naked over the back of a straight
backed chair. Lucinda encouraged the boys to hit their
father as hard as they could, as she reclined in the
armchair with her hand in her panties rubbing her
clitoris. The sight of her naked husband getting his
arse reddened by his two naked sons, turned her on. She
also wanted the boys to side with her, against their
father.
One day as the two boys were roughhousing in the living
room, they knocked over a vase belonging to Lucinda, a
priceless heirloom that was left to her by her
grandmother. Or so Lucinda always said. In fact it was
worthless that she had picked up in a garage sale, but
she liked the colour.
When Walter came home that evening and entered the
living room, naked as usual, Lucinda was livid, or at
least pretending to be. She laid into Walter, slapping
him as hard as she could across the face, screeching
about 'his' sons and how badly behaved they were,
punching him in the face and pulling him by the hair to
stand looking at the broken vase.
'Get your two brats into the kitchen, put them across
your knee and flay the skin off their arse's, I want to
hear sobbing and snuffling and remorse from them for
what they did. My poor grandmother must be turning in
her grave.'
Poor Walter didn't want to beat his sons, but he was too
afraid of his wife to argue, so dragging the two boys by
the arms, he pulled them to the kitchen, and sitting,
naked, on a straight backed chair, he pulled both his
naked sons across his lap at the same time and laid into
both sets of white buttocks as hard as he could with the
palm of his hand.
He didn't stop until both sets of buttocks were red and
purple. He knew he had been rough with his sons, but he
needed Lucinda's approval, so he laid into both boys,
all being secretly recorded.
When Walter was finished meting out the boys punishment,
he allowed them to stand and rub their burning buttocks
as he berated them for smashing Lucinda's vase, as they
stood with snot bubbling in their noses and tears
running down their cheeks. Walter was conscious of the
fact he had a throbbing erection, due mainly to his
enforced celibacy, but due also, even though he wouldn't
admit it, even to himself, to the soft naked bodies of
his sons as they squirmed on his lap. Anyone observing
might think that Walter was sexually aroused by beating
his sons. Which is exactly what Lucinda was looking for.
But still she wanted more. She wanted to destroy Walter.
In bed that night she had Walter lie on his back as she
straddled him. His aching cock buried to the hilt in her
warm wet pussy. She gently rocked back and forth on his
throbbing member as Walter lay motionless watching her
large coffee coloured breasts sway about, driving him
mad with lust, telling him how good he was to punish the
boys for her, and how much she loved him. Walter thought
he would die from pleasure as Lucinda slowly raised and
lowered her wet pussy up and down on his throbbing
erection. The hot moist hole felt so good on his cock.
It had been a long time. Lucinda rode him slowly,
pinching and pulling on his nipples as she gasped and
grunted, forbidding him to cum, urging him to stay still
and silent as she took her pleasure.
When she was sated, she dismounted his cock and turning
towards his feet, lowered her sticky wet snatch over his
eager mouth.
As he licked and sucked, Lucinda told a horrified Walter
what she wanted him to do next.
Walter entered the house the next evening after work,
and having removed and folded his clothes, reported to
the living room to Lucinda.
The boys were also naked, lying on the floor at his
wife's feet, rubbing ointment into each other's bruised
buttocks.
Walter stood before his wife as she 'inspected' his
genitalia and anus for bristles or hair he might have
missed during his morning ablutions. By the time she was
finished, Walter had a throbbing erection.
She nodded at Walter and he went to the kitchen to
prepare a 'nightcap' for everyone. He broke some
sleeping pills into the twins drinks and stirred them
until they were completely dissolved, then returned to
the living room. Less than an hour later the twins were
unconscious.
Lucinda again nodded at Walter, who, trembling, arranged
the twins in a sixty-nine position, noticing that
Lucinda had moved to stand in the furthest corner of the
room, away from the naked trio. Walter rubbed each of
his sons faces in his opposite twin's genitals, stroking
the small soft penis's and rubbing the soft shaft across
the others lips.
Lucinda's clit twitched as she watched her husband
sexually abuse his own sons on her instructions, not
knowing that the whole thing was being recorded.
Walter alternated between groping at his sons and
tugging at his own erection, scooping up the large drops
of pre-cum from the tip of his erect member on his
finger and rubbing it over his sons lips, pushing his
slimy finger into his sons soft mouth to deposit his pre
cum onto the soft wet tongue, all the time murmuring,
'good boys, suck on daddy's cock slime, that's the way,
get it well into your mouth, tastes good, doesn't it?
Plenty more where that came from, daddy's little cock
suckers, daddy's little cum eaters.' A red faced Walter
was forced to keep up this disgusting tirade as he
rubbed his pre-cum on the faces of his sons and fondled
their small penis's, while maintaining an erection
himself.
He had been instructed to do this for fifteen minutes,
but not to cum. After the allocated time had expired,
Walter arranged his sons on their backs and slid down
between their legs, taking first one, then the other, of
his sons small flaccid penis in his mouth, he sucked and
licked for all he was worth, sucking the small testes
into his mouth before engulfing the penis again,
alternating between them every ten seconds or so,
raising their legs off the floor and spreading their
knees wide, he applied long broad strokes of his tongue
to their small brown openings.
Walter was disgusted with himself for allowing this to
happen. His thoughts flashed back to Tommy Harris and
the other boys and the things they made him do, but they
were all young adults, these were just kids. but he
couldn't deny his raging hard-on.
Lucinda watched from the shadows, panting with lust, as
Walter arranged himself again, as per her instructions.
He began to work his way up the small smooth bodies of
his sons, kissing and licking as he went, dipping his
tongue into the belly buttons of both his sons and
sucking on their small nipples as though he was making
consensual love to both of them, eventually coming to
the most distasteful part of his orders.
Lucinda had instructed him to push his tongue into the
mouths and up the noses of his sons, to lick their faces
and spit in their mouths.
He spent ten minutes doing just that, licking their eyes
and pushing his tongue into their ears, feeling his
stomach turn with the things he was doing to his own
sons.
At least he was grateful they were unconscious and no
one would ever know. He would deny it ever happened.
Little did he know.
After ten minutes of this treatment, Walter arranged his
sons, face to face, noses touching and moving to kneel
at their heads, facing their feet, Walter took his
rampant erection in his hand, and for the first time in
months, he began to masturbate, rubbing his hard penis
slowly from tip to root with his right hand, as he
gently massaged his testicles and pulled on his own
nipples with his left.
Walter didn't last long. A couple of minutes or rubbing
his cock and he exploded his large sticky load on the
faces of his sons, then gathering up the last few drops
from the tip of his softening cock, he licked his
fingers clean, before massaging the puddles on his sons
faces into their lips and cheeks, pushing his slimy
fingers into their mouths, rubbing his juice into their
gums and tongues, feeding his sons his cum.
When Walter had done all he was asked, he looked to
Lucinda for instructions. Lucinda told him to carry the
boys to bed, but to leave his spending to dry on their
faces, then get himself to bed.
Later that night as Walter lay motionless on his back,
Lucinda again took her pleasure, bouncing up and down on
his erection as he lay beneath her gazing at her
beautiful swaying breasts as she complimented him on his
performance with his sons. She rode him until she was
exhausted before ordering him between her thighs to use
his tongue and lips. Hours later Lucinda was satisfied,
having cum five times. Watching Walter abuse his own
sons, and the power the hidden recordings gave her over
him, had turned her on immensely.
She fell into a deep restful sleep. Walter did not.
When Walter was shaving in the shower next morning prior
to work, Lucinda came into the bathroom. After watching
her husband for a while she informed him she was leaving
out some new underwear for him on the bed. He was
instructed to put it on and wear it all day at work.
When he returned in the evening he was to enter the
living room wearing only the underwear and the shoes he
would find in the hall.
Walter finished his business in the bathroom and padded
naked to the bedroom to dress. There on the bed he was
horrified to find silk stockings, a garter belt and a
ladies bra, all in shocking pink. No knickers were to be
found.
Walter donned the lingerie and surveyed the result in
the full length mirror on the wall. He looked
ridiculous, which was the effect Lucinda was looking
for. His legs were too short and muscular in the
stockings, his belly was round and the cups of the bra
were too big. And his hairless penis and scrotum were
framed by the garter belt, drawing attention to his
genitalia. He put on a crisp white shirt, a tie and his
suit. His penis and scrotum felt odd jiggling about
freely in his trousers and the bra felt a bit
restrictive under his shirt, but nothing seemed to be
visible when he examined the effect in the mirror.
Walter decided to wear what he had on for today, to
avoid argument, then have a talk with his wife when he
returned in the evening. Things were getting out of hand
he decided, as he remembered what he was made do to his
sons.
Walter spent a day from hell. He kept getting erections
every time he thought about what he had on under his
suit and because he had no underpants, his hard-on was
clearly visible in the crotch of his pants suit. Walter
saw several people glance at his crotch and their eyes
widen in surprise. The bra felt tight and itchy and the
stockings made his legs sweat. 'Oh yeah' he thought,
'things will change when I get home.'
Walter entered the house that evening and removed and
folded his suit. The only shoes he seen were ladies
stilettos, with a four inch heel. They were also pink.
'Fuck this' he thought. 'This has gotten out of hand,
time to put a stop to this nonsense before it gets any
worse, playing games with his wife was one thing, but
getting his own sons involved, and expecting him to wear
women's lingerie to work was too much. There was nothing
he could do when Tommy Harris abused him. Tommy was
older and bigger. Even his mother was physically more
powerful. Besides, he was the man of the house, and
Lucinda was his wife.'
Walter tore off the stockings and bra, throwing them
into the corner he again donned his suit and entered the
living room to confront his wife.
Lucinda was sitting in her armchair when Walter entered.
There was another woman there also, in the chair beside
his wife. She was older, perhaps mid fifties, buxom,
bleached blond. She wore a dark pants suit.
The twins were also there. They were naked. John stood
in front of Lucinda and jack stood in front of the
woman. Both women were fondling the genitalia of the boy
in front of them.
Walter saw Lucinda's face darken as he entered, fully
dressed. Walter felt a tremor of fear run down his back,
but he demanded to know who the woman was that was
abusing his sons.
The woman smiled at Lucinda and, ignoring Walter, bid
her good evening, saying she would be back tomorrow to
have more fun with the boys.
After the woman had let herself out, Lucinda told the
twins to play upstairs till bedtime, as she had
something to show their father.
Lucinda told Walter that the woman's name was Elizabeth,
but he would refer to her as miss Elizabeth from now on,
then she played the DVD that was already in the player.
Walter sat on the sofa and felt the blood drain from his
whole body as he watched what was happening on the TV in
front of him. There he was in all his naked glory,
soaping up the genitals of his naked sons. There he was
again, naked, being masturbated to a climax by a naked
Jack, as a naked John pushed his fingers in and out of
his father's anus.
There he was again, naked, with his naked and crying
sons across his lap as he whaled the tar from their
buttocks, his erection clearly visible. And there he was
again, naked, sucking on his naked sons penis's and
licking their arse holes, masturbating onto their faces
and appearing to kiss them. Lucinda had done a good job
editing the video clips. She was nowhere to be seen.
Walter felt sick to his stomach. 'What's the meaning of
this?' he demanded as he turned to face his smirking
wife.
Lucinda stood before her husband and gently tilted his
face up to gaze into his eyes, she kissed him gently on
the lips, then slapped him as hard as she could across
the face. Stars exploded in his head. He felt Lucinda
grab his hair and twist his face until he was once again
looking into her eyes. 'Listen to me you prick,' she
spat. 'You have two choices, you can leave here tonight,
ruined, or you can stay and be my plaything.'
Walter couldn't believe what he was hearing from the
woman he had begged to marry as she continued. 'If you
stay, there will be times you will wish you were dead,
you will serve me like a slave. You will fetch and
carry. You will be responsible for the house. You will
keep your job. You will do as I say when I say it. The
word 'no' will never be uttered by you. If on the other
hand you decide to leave, I will hand that recording
over to the police, to the pastor at your church, to
your boss, to the newspapers and I will post it online.
You will be ruined. You will lose your job, your sons,
your house, your wife and your freedom. The choice is
yours.
'If you decide to leave, I want you gone by morning,
I'll give you that much head start. If you decide to
stay, I want you up and ready for inspection in your
'pinkies' at eight. You will sleep in the spare room
tonight. Be warned, the time for playing games is over.
From now on I will demand, and get obedience. Now get
out of my sight.'
Walter ran for the bathroom to be sick as his wife
dismissed him. The same beautiful woman that he had
begged to marry him a thousand times, had turned into a
she devil. How he would love his vanilla life back with
Mary. How many times had he heard the old saying 'be
careful what you wish for?' It was never more true than
it was right now.
Walter didn't sleep a wink that night. He tossed and
turned, trying to think of some way out of this mess. He
could kill himself of course, but he was too much of a
coward for that. Besides, she would have free rein with
his sons if he did that. He could kill Lucinda. But he
couldn't be sure how much that woman, Elizabeth knew.
Maybe she even had copies of the DVD. His stomach turned
again at the thoughts of anyone seeing that DVD. He was
forced to do all those things, but the DVD made it look
like he was making his sons do all that stuff. Walter
could think of no way out at the moment. He would play
along, for now, until an opportunity arose to break
free. Then he would show that bitch.
Walter showered the next morning, and bleary eyed, ran
the razor over his entire body. Satisfied he was clean
shaven, he put on the pink lingerie his wife had lain
out for him the evening before. He had new stockings,
which meant she had a supply of them. At eight o clock
he gave himself a final look over in the full length
mirror and knocked on the door of the master bedroom. He
received permission and entered, to be examined by his
wife.
Lucinda was naked in the huge bed. She had the covers
pulled up to cover her magnificent breasts, but he could
see from her hard nipples she was naked. Both Walter's
sons were in bed with his wife. They were asleep, and
also naked. They lay uncovered, one either side of her.
Walter watched sickened, as Lucinda gently played with
jacks flaccid penis.
'Get over here bitch' Lucinda ordered the trembling man.
'Get your arms up, hands behind your head, elbows back,
further, push that little clitoris forward, legs apart.
that's the way you will present yourself to me, or
anyone else that wants you to, in the future. Do you
understand?'
'Yes miss Lucy' Walter agreed, as he felt the soft warm
hands of his wife check him for stubble. After ten
minutes of touching his genitals, between his buttocks
and under his arms, Walter was erect again, and after a
slap to his buttocks, Lucinda told him to put on his
suit and get to work. 'Your shoes will be in the hall
tonight when you return, remove and fold your suit, put
on your shoes and 'present' yourself to me when you
enter the living room, do you understand those
instructions?'
'Yes miss Lucy' replied a red faced, crying Walter.
Walter spent another day of hell at work that day. The
lingerie itched and made him sweat. He was conscious of
his penis and balls swaying unfettered in his trousers,
and he sprouted spontaneous erections throughout the
day. He also saw the sly looks as others in the office
became aware of his arousal.
He was glad to get inside his own front door that
evening. He wouldn't have been if he had known what
awaited him.
Walter removed and folded his suit as soon as he entered
the house that evening, as per his wife's instructions.
He stepped into the pink stiletto heels and had a quick
look at himself in the hall mirror. He didn't look any
less ridicules in the high heels, that was for sure, but
he had no choice but to obey his wife. For the moment
anyway. He steeled himself and entered the living room,
wondering what his wife had in store for him tonight.
That woman, Elizabeth, was there again and Walter nearly
turned and fled when he saw her, momentarily dropping
his hands to cover his genitals. The twins were standing
side by side, facing the wall, hands behind their heads.
They were naked and it was obvious from their red
buttocks, that they had been punished recently.
Walter's face flamed up again as he moved to stand
before his wife, and 'present' his body for inspection,
hands behind his head, feet apart and hips thrust
forward.
'Ah there's my little bitch boy, back from hunting,
gathering, earning his daily bread to look after his
family' his wife sneered, 'let's have a look at you, she
added as she reached for his flaccid penis.
'Look at the little thing' she grinned over at
Elizabeth, 'I told you it was tiny, not much bigger than
his sons.' Walter felt his penis grow and stiffen,
despite his humiliation, as Lucinda manipulated it in
her soft hands, pushing the foreskin back with one hand
as she hefted and gently squeezed his testes with the
other. When he was erect, she changed hands, holding his
penis with her left hand. Then she punched his testicles
as hard as she could with her right fist.
'Don't you ever cover your little wee-wee with your
hands again' she shouted at him.
Walter screeched like a wounded animal and fell to his
knees. Lucinda slapped him as hard as she could across
the face, drawing blood from his nose, then told him to
busy himself in the kitchen, preparing food and cleaning
up, 'and keep your hands off your clitoris' she warned
him. Walter hobbled as best he could to the kitchen on
the unfamiliar heels and through the pain in his
scrotum, and as he did, he heard Elizabeth giggle.
Walter busied himself washing pots and pans to keep his
hands occupied. He would dearly have loved to gently cup
his aching testes and examine them but he was afraid he
would be caught.
He heard murmuring and then Lucinda ordering the twins,
'right you two, over here, are you ready to do as your
told now, or do you need another dose across my knee?'
'We'll do as we're told mummy' Walter heard the boys
tearfully answer. 'Good boys' Walter heard Lucinda
murmur, 'Get on with it then.'
Walter hobbled around the kitchen, trying not to vomit
with the pain in his testicles. He busied himself
putting dishes in the sink, deliberately making a small
amount of noise so Lucinda knew he was busy. He wondered
what the women had the boys at, but he couldn't see
anything. He manoeuvred himself until he could see into
the living room in the reflection in the window and
immediately wished he hadn't.
Lucinda and Elizabeth were relaxing in the easy chairs.
They each had a hand down their knickers rubbing at
their clitty's as they watched the naked boys. Jack and
John stood in front of the women. Side on so what they
were doing could be clearly seen. They were standing
close. Close enough so their cocks were touching. They
were grinding their hips together, mashing their small,
hard, cocks together. They each had their left arms
around their brothers waist, pulling their partners
tight as they each ground their erect members into their
brothers groins. They were using the fingers of their
right hands to burrow and probe between their siblings
buttocks.
They were also kissing. Not the kisses reserved for
family. Porno kisses. Mouths gaping open and tongues
out. Lots of spit. Trying to push their tongues down
their brothers throats, then pulling back to spit globs
of saliva into their brothers mouth, before plunging
their tongue back as far into the wide open mouth as
they could. All the time listening to the breathless
encouragement of Lucinda. 'Good boys, mummy likes that,
oh ya, that's it baby, spit in his eyes. Ohh yes, that's
it, lick his face, put your tongue up his nose, rub
those cocks together for mummy, good boys, that looks so
good, that's it, keep doing that, I'll cum soon.'
Walter watched and listened to the perverted woman that
he had begged to marry him, abuse his sons in front of a
strange woman and the tears came again, hot and salty,
burning his eyes and running down his cheeks as he
pretended to be busy. It wasn't long before he heard the
familiar grunts and gasps uttered by his wife as she had
an orgasm. He had heard them often enough as she
straddled his head, urging him to push his tongue
deeper, or lick faster.
He heard her praise the boys for a job well done,
promising them lots of time to 'practice' on each other,
before dismissing them to the bedroom for an hour of
playtime before bed.
Walter was summoned to the living room shortly after and
as he stood before his wife, legs apart and hips thrust
forward, she looked at him critically, up and down. His
face reddened anew as he heard Miss Elizabeth snigger.
He felt and looked foolish in his pink lingerie, as his
throbbing penis bobbed about with every movement.
'From Monday' Lucinda began, 'Miss Elizabeth will be
starting work in your company. You will employ her as
your personal assistant. You will drive her in the
company car, and drive her back here in the evenings.
You will treat her with the same respect as you would
me. You will obey her at all times. She will report
directly to me. Any reluctance on your part and you will
regret you were ever born. Do you understand?'
'Yes Miss Lucy' Walter answered.
Miss Elizabeth stood and stretched like a cat, arms
stretched above her head as she yawned. Walter dropped
his eyes to her large breasts, a look that was seen by
both the women. She approached Walter from the side and
gently took his hard penis in her soft hand, sliding the
foreskin all the way back before cradling his testicles
and squeezing gently.
'Don't you worry bitch boy,' she breathed in his ear,
'you and me will have lots of fun.' she slowly stroked
his penis from head to root, tickling under the glands
with one finger, then she squeezed his aching testes as
hard as she could.
Walter dropped, screeching, to his knees as he fought to
stop himself from vomiting. Elizabeth kicked him in the
ribs, knocking him sideways and as he looked up in fear
through tear filled eyes he saw the mocking smile of his
wife.
Monday was another day of hell for Walter. His new
'assistant' Miss Elizabeth spent her day gossiping with
the other women in the office and filing and painting
her fingernails. When she wasn't tormenting Walter.
Several times during the day she would breeze into his
office without knocking, much to the astonishment of the
other women, and after only partially closing the door,
demand that Walter stand and drop his trousers so she
could 'inspect' his 'clit.' Then as Walter trembled with
fear, remembering the crushing squeeze from the night
before, she would spend ten minutes fondling his erect
penis and testicles, rubbing her thumb over the velvet
knob and tickling her finger around his puckered anus,
and just as abruptly stopping, then ordering him to pull
up his pants over his aching genitals and send him out
to the main building to get her a glass of water.
Walter would be conscious of the women giving
embarrassed looks at his erection, which was obvious,
jiggling about, unfettered, under his suit trousers. He
wasn't sure how long his 'secret' life was going to
remain a secret if he was going to be forced to do stuff
like this.
That evening he drove home, Elizabeth relaxing in the
back seat, stripped in the hall as he had been ordered
and reported to his wife for 'inspection.'
He entered the living room, conscious of Elizabeth
behind him, aware of his ridicules lingerie.
Lucinda was relaxing in her armchair. Her face was
flushed, as though she had just had an orgasm. The twins
were also there. Naked. Jack was standing before
Lucinda. Side on, hands behind his head, feet apart. His
penis was erect, throbbing, and it was wet with what
Walter guessed, was his brothers saliva. John, red
faced, was getting to his feet from where he had been
kneeling in front of his brother. Lucinda stood and
hugged her stepson. 'Good boy, you did good today.'
Walter heard her say. 'Both of you upstairs now until
dinner, and I don't have to tell you, no wanking.'
'No mummy' the twins whispered. Walter watched as
Lucinda pulled John close to her by the arm and lifted
his head with a finger under his chin. 'You were a good
boy today. I know it was hard for you, but it will get
easier with practice.' Walter felt his face redden again
as he imagined what his wife had been making his sons do
to each other. He watched with jealously as his wife
lowered her soft mouth to his sons and kissed him softly
on the lips, momentarily darting her tongue deep inside
his mouth, then dismissing them both, before turning her
attention to Walter.
Lucinda noticed Walter's penis was hard as he stood
submissively before her, hands behind his head and feet
apart. He really did look stupid in the lingerie she
thought, before deciding to get him some more.
She moved to one side and grasping his throbbing member
in her right hand, she pushed one finger of her left
hand into his anus.
'Well shit head' she breathed in his ear, as she stroked
his erection. 'I see it turns you on to see your two
little boys play together. Don't you worry yourself, as
soon as I have them trained, you can all play together,
would you like that? Walter watched Elizabeth move to
stand directly in front of him, smirking, as she watched
her 'boss' being humiliated. 'By the time I'm finished
with you all, you'll be one big happy family' Lucinda
continued, as she gently masturbated her husband.
'Things are going to get interesting around here.
There's nothing I like more than watching young boys
have sex with each other, except maybe young boys having
sex with their own father.'
Walter was horrified at the things his wife was saying.
He had a flashback to his mother saying similar things
to him and his own father. But his erection was like
stone.
Just as he thought he would ejaculate, Lucinda let go of
his throbbing penis and told him to get to work in the
kitchen. Walter hurried, as best he could in the high
heels, to do her bidding, conscious of his erection
bobbing about as he walked. He felt ridicules, and very
horny.
As he busied himself preparing food, he heard Elizabeth
say she couldn't be tied up at the office all day every
day, so tomorrow she would delegate to someone else to
supervise Walter, and she knew just the person. Walter
felt himself shiver. 'Just what he needed, someone else
knowing his secret.'
Things deteriorated around the office for Walter after
that. To his horror, Elizabeth told Becky, a junior
assistant, of Walter's predicament and the next time
Elizabeth breezed into his office demanding he 'stand up
and drop your pants' she had Becky in tow.
Becky was a small buxom red head that had worked as a
junior assistant in an outer office for five years. She
was small but had a voluptuous curvy body that had often
come to Walter's attention. She wore tops that were too
tight and skirts that were too short. She looked like
trouble.
Walter stood and dropped his pants around his ankles.
'Play with yourself' Elizabeth ordered next and as
Walter caught his flaccid penis between his finger and
thumb and, red faced, began to slide his foreskin back
and forth over his knob, the two women sniggered.
'This is so cool' Becky gushed, 'does he really do
everything he's told?'
'He sure does' Elizabeth agreed. 'His wife set up secret
cameras and caught the pervert groping his own sons,
dirty fucker, you should come over some evening and
watch them with us, they're hilarious. This dirty cunt,
puffing and wheezing, rubbing his little clit, sucking
and licking his sons pricks. It's very funny.'
Walter was mortified to hear that Elizabeth knew about
'that' video and was now inviting more people to witness
his shame, but as he stood half naked before the two
women, fondling himself, tears of shame and frustration
running down his cheeks, he realised there was nothing
he could do but comply.
'From now on,' Elizabeth continued, 'when I'm not here
to supervise you, you will report to Becky. You will
follow her orders as you would do mine or Lucinda's, is
that clear?' 'Yes Miss Elizabeth' Walter croaked, and
saw Becky grin from ear to ear. 'Good boy' Elizabeth
murmured, 'Now put your little wee-wee away and get back
to work.'
Every day after that, Walter was kept on his toes by the
two women. Sometimes they came in to his office
together, sometimes one at a time.
Elizabeth liked to embarrass him, but Becky had a cruel
streak and as she got more confident in her role as
Walter's 'sitter,' she delighted in tormenting him,
entering his office many times during the day and making
him expose himself, then sitting in his office chair
with him standing in front of her, ordering him to
masturbate while he narrated his life to her to date.
She liked to relax in the chair after making him undress
to his 'pinkies' and ridicule him as he masturbated.
Promising him she would ask Lucinda if she could have
private sessions with him, where she would beat him
until he screamed and cried and have him perform for her
friends.
Walter wept with fear and embarrassment in front of the
young assistant as he stroked his penis, listening to
her promises.
The first weekend Becky was invited to Lucinda's house
was a traumatic weekend for Walter. He stripped to his
lingerie in the hall, as Becky and Elizabeth watched.
Walter felt his face redden as Becky sniggered.
Elizabeth introduced Becky to Lucinda, telling her Becky
was a great help to her in keeping Walter under control
in the office.
An embarrassed Walter was sent to the kitchen as the
three women sat down for a chat and a drink, to get to
know each other.
Every now and then Walter was summoned to refill their
glasses before being dismissed to the kitchen once
again.
Walter's stomach was in knots as he noticed Becky
watching him, the way a wolf watches a flock of sheep.
The meal was a success and as Walter tidied up, the
three women returned to the living room again. Walter
began to panic as he heard Elizabeth tell Lucinda that
she had told Becky about the video of Walter 'abusing'
his sons. He heard Becky ask to see it.
Walter was summoned to the living room just in time to
see the beginning of the movie, and Lucinda bade him
stand next to her and describe what was happening on
screen.
Walter, between sobs, narrated the filthy things he was
doing to his sons.
Becky was out of control after that. At work she
tormented him all day long. Breezing into his office
when she felt like it, making him strip and masturbate,
slapping his erection, pulling on his nipples and
slapping him across the face if he moved or grunted.
Walter was terrified of her.
She made him kneel in front of her 'edging' as she
quizzed him about his early life, dropping spit balls
and snot picked from her nose into his open mouth. She
never allowed him to cum, occasionally kneeing him in
his aching testicles when his begging became too
annoying.
She stood beside him as he stood to attention, roughly
twisting and pulling on his erection, telling him how
beautiful he looked in his pink lingerie, 'in fact
bitch' she informed him, 'you will answer to the name
'Pinky' from now on, is that clear?'
'Yes Miss Becky' Walter sobbed.
'In fact' Becky added, 'you will ask miss Lucinda
tonight if it's ok to introduce yourself as Pinky to
everyone from now on, what do you think of that?'
Walter was horrified and sobbed even louder.
As they entered the living room that evening after work,
Walter saw Lucinda relaxed in her chair. Her hand was in
her knickers gently stroking her clitoris.
Walter's sons were there also. They were naked. John
stood side on to Lucinda. Hands locked behind his head,
feet apart. Jack was on his knees in front of his
brother. He had his hands behind his back and his lips
around his brothers erect penis, sliding his lips up and
down over the shiny velvety head.
Walter watched as Jack bobbed his head to and fro over
the hard cock in front of him, pulling back until the
shiny helmet was just inside his mouth, then plunging
forward to grind his nose into his brothers groin.
'Ah Walter' Lucinda greeted him, as though she had just
noticed him. 'The man of the house, what do you think of
your two sons? Lovely aren't they? They're coming along
a treat. It takes them no time at all to make each other
spurt using just their mouths.'
Walter noticed the boys faces redden as they heard
Lucinda's remarks, and became aware that they were being
watched by their father and a strange woman.
After the young boys first forced homosexual act, where
Lucinda made the naked brothers embrace and kiss, she
had shown them the video recording caught on secret
camera. She threatened to send it to their school to the
headmaster and their fellow students and to also put it
on the internet. The young brothers were terrified and
promised to do whatever Lucinda wanted, to keep the tape
becoming public. Lucinda promised to keep their secret,
as long as they did as they were told without argument.
'Kneel down here Walter' Lucinda continued, 'I think
young John is about to blow.'
Walter dropped to his knees a couple of feet from his
sons, but was ordered to shuffle forward until he was
only inches from where his sons were having oral sex. He
watched jack's lips slide up and down on the hard penis
of his brother and he felt his own penis begin to grow
and thicken. He hadn't had an orgasm for a long time. He
heard Lucinda giggle, and his face flamed again as he
realised she had noticed. 'Like that do you?' She
purred. 'Like watching your sons suck each other's
cocks? Don't you worry bitchboy, I told you before, as
soon as they are trained as good as you are, you can all
'make love' together.
Walter watched as Jack began to tremble and twitch, his
breathing becoming ragged.
'Watch closely now bitch,' Lucinda instructed, 'your
little boy is about to drop a load.'
John's mouth hung open as his orgasm approached. He
began to thrust his hips, pounding his brothers mouth
and throat with his erection. Jack had trouble keeping
the hard shaft between his lips as his sibling, gasping
and trembling, pumped his slimy load into his brothers
mouth and over his tongue.
Finally John stopped thrusting and his softening penis
dropped from between the lips of his twin.
Jack turned his head to face his step mother and he
opened his mouth to show her he had swallowed his
brothers load. Lucinda caught the youngster by the chin
and pulled his head this way and that, peering into the
depths of his mouth, making sure he had swallowed all
his brothers offering, checking his lips and cheeks to
make sure there was no overspill. Deciding the boys face
was clean she stood back from the kneeling teen.
'Good boy' Lucinda cooed, 'that was lovely, upstairs now
till tea time and no touching yourselves. You, get to
the kitchen' she ordered Walter.
As he worked in the kitchen, cleaning and preparing
food, he heard the murmur of talk from the two women in
the living room. He heard Lucinda ask Becky how Walter
was behaving himself at work. He heard Becky tell his
wife about calling him 'Pinkie' from now on. His wife
was delighted with the idea and told Becky she could
have a free hand with Walter. 'Make sure he obeys you'
he heard Lucinda say. 'You can punish him in any way you
see fit, do what you like to him' he heard his wife add.
Walter's blood ran cold. He was afraid of Becky. She was
cruel. She liked to hurt him.
Walter was summoned to the living room and as he stood
submissively in front of the two women, Lucinda told him
Becky would have a more active role in his life from now
on. 'Miss Becky has my blessing,' she told her half
naked husband. 'You will obey her, and she will treat
you as she sees fit. Do not let me down, now get back to
work.'
As Walter turned to go back to the kitchen, he saw the
smirking face of Becky. He knew he was in trouble.
Things got difficult for Walter after that. Becky
insisted he strip to his lingerie as he entered the
office every morning and then she took his clothes out
to her desk, only bringing them back at the end of the
day.
She always left the door to his office ajar and Walter
was terrified someone would walk in unannounced. Becky
had instructed him to tell anyone who found him sitting
at his desk naked except for pink lingerie, that he was
a transvestite. He knew his 'secret' would be all around
the workplace as soon as one person saw him.
Becky waltzed in when she felt like it, never knocking,
and demanded he entertain her. She made him dance and
sing. She made him masturbate. She made him hurt himself
and she hurt him too. She loved to make him hold
difficult positions, watching his muscles trembling, as
she fondled his erection, then hurting him when he
finally collapsed.
One afternoon she breezed into his office and handed him
a blindfold, telling him to wear it then kneel on the
floor. Walter smelled alcohol as he heard her clothes
rustling, then she settled in his chair. He felt her
grab his hair and roughly pull his face between her
legs, ordering him to lick.
Walter stuck out his tongue and licked for all he was
worth.
Becky's pussy was sour. Not at all like Lucinda's sweet
tasting honey pot. Becky's was hairy and wet. It stank
and tasted of sweat. Then Walter realised that Becky had
recently had sex with a man. He could taste sperm. He
gagged but steeled himself and kept licking as Becky
used a two handed grip on his hair to grind his face
into her wet stale pussy. Becky kept him on his knees
licking her stale snatch for nearly an hour, pulling his
hair and ears, ordering him to go deeper and lick
harder, occasionally slapping his face or punching his
ears.
As soon as he slowed down or shifted position she
slammed her palm into his face. After what seemed like
her third orgasm she'd had enough and pushed him roughly
away. He heard her straighten her clothes, then the
blindfold was removed. She was fully dressed but her
face was flushed.
'You're not much good at licking pussy' she told him.
'But you'll get better. Me and you will have lots of fun
together. You tasted my boyfriend's cum I'm sure. We had
a quickie at lunchtime. Soon you'll get to suck it right
from the source. I'll have a word with Lucinda about you
staying over at my place soon. Then we'll have a good
night. How would you like that Pinkie? Would you like to
come stay with me?'
'Yes Miss Becky, I'd like that very much,' Walter
answered, dreading the thoughts of it.
'Good boy,' Becky purred, as she gently stroked his
face, slipping her thumb into his mouth and probing his
throat with it, making him gag, 'I knew you would. I'll
talk to Lucinda and my boyfriend 'Bob' tonight.'
'Thank you Miss Becky' Walter mumbled.'
That evening Walter stripped in the hall as usual and
entered the living room with Becky. Elizabeth was there
with Lucinda.
They were watching the twins who were naked. Jack was on
hands and knees on the coffee table, John was standing
behind his brother pushing two fingers into Jacks
rectum. They were both crying, and both had erections.
'That's it John, use more lube' Lucinda instructed. Jack
felt the fingers leave his rectum and moments later he
felt them back again, pushing the cold gel into his
anus, then push all the way in, stretching the ring of
muscle around his boypussy.
'Ah Pinkie' Lucinda purred. 'You're just in time to see
John take his brothers anal cherry. They've become very
good at pleasing each other with their mouths, now it's
time to take them to the next level. Come over here and
'display' and watch your sons. I'm sure you'll be very
proud of them.'
Walter heard Becky snigger as he moved to stand beside
Lucinda, hands behind his head, feet apart, as his wife
relaxed in her favourite chair. He noticed her hand in
her panties again, gently masturbating herself as she
watched one of his sons prepare to sodomise the other.
'Watch your boys now pinkie, don't be watching me,' she
giggled.
Walter watched as John pushed and pulled and twisted his
index and middle fingers of his right hand in his
brothers rectum. They had stopped crying now and had
resigned themselves to what they had to do.
Becky moved to sit where she could see all the action,
and smirk at Walter at the same time. Walter felt sick.
'That's it John, really push those fingers in. stretch
out that hole. Feel for the hard lump with the tips of
your fingers and push down on it. That's it, good boy,
you've got it now.'
The assembled audience watched as Jacks penis started to
leak as his brother milked his prostate.
'Good boy, Lucinda cooed, that's enough of that now,
here clean your hands. Ok now, rub your penis until it's
erect.
Walter and the three women watched as John fondled his
penis to hardness. It didn't take long. He was a typical
teenager and Lucinda hadn't allowed him an orgasm in two
weeks.
'Good boy, ok, now I want you to line up your cock with
Jacks pussy and slowly, slowly mind, push inside until
it's all in.
Walter and the three women watched as John lined his
erection up with his brothers rectum and catching him by
the hips, he slowly started to push his five inch
erection home.
Jack grunted but didn't move as he felt the hard column
of flesh being forced into his rectum.
When John had it pushed home to the hilt, Lucinda told
him to leave it there for a minute to let jack become
accustomed to it. It was his first time after all.
'Ok John,' Lucinda called after about five minutes,
'slowly pull back out a couple of inches, then ease your
cock all the way back in again, take it slowly, good
boy, that's the way. In, out, in, out, good boy, keep it
up, slowly.'
Walter watched one of his sons slowly fucking the other
and to his horror he felt his penis thicken and grow. He
was becoming aroused watching his sons have sex. He
heard a snigger and looked to see Becky watching him.
Becky had also seen his erection.
'Ok boy,' Lucinda ordered, 'move faster now, that's it,
keep going.'
John couldn't believe what he was being made to do. This
was wrong. This was gay. But he couldn't help but like
the feeling in his cock. It felt wonderful. He looked
down and saw his penis pulled out from the gaping hole
of his brother and just when it was nearly out he pushed
it back in again. It felt so good. Over the last year or
so their stepmother had made them do things to each
other. Dirty things. She had made them kiss each other.
She had beaten them when they showed any reluctance. She
had made them fondle each other's willies. She had made
them masturbate each other to climax, then lick up each
other's semen. She had made them suck each other's
willies too. That felt good. But this, this was heaven.
The three women and Walter watched as John kept sawing
his erect penis in and out of his brothers rectum. They
watched as the teenager started to pant and gasp as his
orgasm approached. John had a firm grip on his brothers
hips as he sawed away. In and out, in and out. Soon he
could feel the tightening in his balls and his penis
becoming harder. With a grunt, John slammed himself to
the hilt in his brothers rectum as he climaxed,
squirting his boy juice far into his twins bowels. It
was the best orgasm John had ever had.
That night Walter went home with Becky. As he entered
Becky's house he was ordered to undress to his lingerie
again. There was a man in the living room who Becky
introduced as Bob. 'You can call him Master Bob and You
can call him Sir. You will show him the same respect
that you show me. You will obey him like you obey me. Is
that clear shithead?' she asked.
'Yes miss Becky' Walter answered, embarrassed that yet
another person was let in on his degradation.
Bob was a big man. Three or four inches taller than
Walter and maybe fifty pounds heavier. His shoulders
were broad and he looked fit. He was also the blackest
man Walter had ever seen.
Later that evening, after Bob and Becky had eaten the
meal Walter had prepared, and he had finished the
washing up, Walter was summoned to the living room by
Becky. Bob was reclining on the couch beside Becky. He
was naked from the waist down and sporting an impressive
erection which Becky was gently stroking in her soft
hand.
Walter could see the evil glint in her eye as she
instructed him to kneel before 'master Bob.' Walter
knelt, and all the old feelings of humiliation and dread
returned as he remembered all the nights he was used by
Tommy Harris and his friends. Walter knew he was going
to provide oral and anal sex for this stranger before
the weekend was done.
'Ok Pinkie' Becky breathed, and Walter heard the
excitement in her voice, 'I want you to lean forward and
lick the head of Bob's cock for me, that's it, nice and
soft, just like that, good boy, now open up and get your
lips around it, that's it, now slide your lips slowly
down his cock, further, more, I want to hear you gag,
that's it, all the way down, get that knob into the back
of your throat, all the way down I said.'
Walter realised that Becky wanted him to choke and gag
on the penis in his mouth. He tried to get Bob's cock
down his throat but couldn't. He felt Bob take a two
handed grip in his hair and use that to jerk his head up
and down on his erection, slamming it to the back of his
throat.
He felt Becky move behind him and pull his two hands
behind his back and the bite of handcuffs on his wrists
as she locked his hands out of harm's way. Bob was
slamming his head up and down on his penis and Walter
felt his shoulders explode with pain.
'You shit' Becky screamed, delivering a slashing cut
with a bamboo rod. 'I told you to get all that cock down
your throat, gag yourself, hurt yourself, your
discomfort doesn't matter, your function is to give
pleasure to others. Lucinda is too soft with you.'
Walter felt the cane explode across his back again. His
eyes were full of tears, his mouth and throat were full
of Bob's erect penis and his nose was bubbling with
snot. He could hardly breathe. He saw Becky move to his
side as she buckled a strap-on around her waist. He
could guess where she was going to put that. But at
least it didn't look too big.
Walter heard the snap of rubber gloves and felt Becky
pushing some sort of cool jelly between his buttocks as
Bob continued to fuck his mouth and throat. He felt the
fingers enter his anus and pull and stretch the ring of
muscle at the entrance. Moments later he felt Becky get
into position and slowly feed the fake penis into the
depths of his bowels.
The pain was bad, but bearable and he gave silent thanks
to Tommy Harris.
Becky kept up the pressure until she had all seven
inches buried in Walter's colon. 'That's it bitchboy,
take it all.' She breathed. 'Your wife is too soft with
you, but don't you worry, I'll train you good. By the
time I'm finished with you, you'll be the perfect slave
boy.'
Walter felt Becky catch him by the hips and start to
move the dildo in and out slowly as Bob kept a two
handed grip in his hair, slamming his cock in and out of
Walter's throat. After ten minutes of this treatment,
Bob slammed his erection all the way home and pumped his
juice down into Walter's stomach. Walter was choking on
the large penis lodged in his throat, but before he
passed out his hair was released as Bob relaxed and with
a satisfied grunt, released his grip on Walter's hair.
Bob sat back on the sofa and watched Becky pound the
fake penis into Walter's rectum for a further ten
minutes, eventually tiring and pulling the dildo free
with a pop, she discarded it, then flopping down beside
Bob she grabbed Walter by the ears and pulled his face
into her groin.
'Lick' she ordered and Walter did just that.
She kept a tight grip on his ears and hair as he licked
her hairy pussy, pulling his head this way and that,
ordering him to 'lick faster, lick harder, go deeper.'
Walter's jaws ached as he eventually brought Becky to a
climax and he was sure she would pull his hair out by
the roots.
The next day brought about the same scenarios. Walter on
his knees licking pussy and sucking cock. Everyone
getting pleasure except Walter.
He was forbidden to touch himself. When Becky was
finished with him, Bob was there with an erect penis to
fill his mouth.
Towards the end of the weekend Walter found himself on
his back on the coffee table. His hands were tied
beneath him under the table and he was forced to keep
his knees up and far apart.
Walter watched as Becky once again took off her
underwear and lowered her hairy pussy onto his mouth,
ordering him to lick. Walter pushed out his aching
tongue as far as he could and sought the hard nub of her
clitoris.
Walter felt Bob using his fingers to push lube into his
anus and knew what was coming next. He tried to ignore
what Bob was doing, preferring to concentrate on Becky's
pussy. He felt Bob push the head of his erection past
his sphincter and slowly push his way into Walter's
colon.
It wasn't as painful as Walter thought it would be and
once again Walter gave thanks to Tommy Harris.
Bob took his time. He was enjoying the feeling of anal
sex. He had often suggested it to Becky but she wouldn't
hear of it. He had his chance now to sodomise someone
and he was going to enjoy it.
Bob slowly started to pump his cock in and out of
Walter's hole, marvelling at how good it felt.
He was aware of Becky watching his black log being
pulled and pushed into Walter's rectum and he knew by
her grunts she was close to orgasm.
Bob felt his balls tighten as his own climax approached
as he looked down at his cock sawing in and out of
Walter's distended rectum. Walter was also erect, and
thinking of filling Walter's intestines with his cream,
while Walter was forbidden release, tipped Bob over the
edge.
Walter could feel Bob empty himself into his anus and
seconds later he felt his mouth fill with Becky's juice
as she reached her orgasm watching her boyfriend bugger
another man.
After a short rest, Becky dismounted from Walter's face
and after flopping down on the sofa beside bob, she
instructed Walter to have a shower.
Walter let the hot water cascade across his tired neck
and shoulders before beginning to soap himself. Every
bit of him ached, especially his cock. He hadn't had
release in a long time. Lucinda didn't seem to give a
shit whether he was alive or dead as long as she had his
two sons to play with. Becky was cruel. She liked to
hurt him and deny him orgasms.
He knew she got her pleasure from hurting and degrading
him. He hoped he wouldn't have to stay with her for too
long.
Walter soaped between his buttocks to wash away Bob's
cum that was slowly trickling from his anus. He slipped
a finger inside to clean the hole and was surprised at
how good it felt. He grasped his erection in his other
hand and gave it a few pumps. God that felt good. He
peeled back his foreskin and using his soapy hand jerked
his hips too and fro, fucking his own hand. It felt
beautiful. It was so long since he had fucked a woman.
The finger in his arse felt wonderful. He imagined he
was fucking a woman. Any woman.
He was on top of her, driving his erection all the way
into her sucking pussy. He was chewing on her nipples
and she was begging him for more, telling him he was a
god among men. He felt his orgasm building and as his
balls tightened and before he knew what was happening,
the first of many spurts of his backed up semen jerked
from his convulsing penis to land in sticky blobs on the
shower door. Sated, Walter opened his eyes and to his
horror, saw Becky was watching him.
The door to the shower was thrown open and Walter could
see the rage on Becky's face as she caught him by the
hair, dragging him out of the shower cubicle. 'You dirty
bastard' she shrieked, 'I knew you couldn't be trusted.
The first chance you got you were inside pulling at your
little wee-wee, get out here, out' she shrieked,
slapping at him wherever she saw bare flesh.
'This is Lucinda's fault, she's too fucking soft with
you, well I can promise you, by the time I'm finished
with you, you disgusting creature, you won't be in my
shower pulling at yourself for a while,' Becky screamed
as she dragged a terrified Walter out to the living room
by the ear to the amusement of Bob.
Walter stood, naked and wet, trembling with fear as he
saw Becky call Lucinda on her mobile phone, telling his
wife what she found 'the disgusting prick' at in the
shower. Walter's penis had shrunk to the size of an
acorn with fear and cold, and he watched Becky grin at
what Lucinda was telling her. Becky thanked Lucinda and
hung up. She walked behind Walter and grabbed his hands,
pulling them behind his back, she locked them there with
handcuffs. Becky walked back to stand in front of Walter
and ordered him to spread his legs. She gently took his
scrotum in her hand and after telling him to close his
eyes, she stroked and rubbed his cock and balls until he
was erect once more.
Walter felt the soft hands leave his genitals, but
before he could open his eyes, his testicles exploded
with pain as Becky brought her knee up between his
widespread legs.
Walter felt the bile rise up into his mouth, but before
he could vomit, Becky hit him a solid right cross right
on his jaw. Walter fell unconscious to the floor.
When Walter came round his hands had been tied in a
'back prayer' and the rope was attached to his neck,
keeping pressure on his throat, restricting his
breathing. His balls ached dully and he could taste the
vomit in his mouth. His cock hurt too and he looked down
as best he could to see what was wrong.
Becky had been busy while he was unconscious. She had
put clothes pegs on his nipples, two on each and pinched
them tight. She had pushed a large spider gag into his
mouth and secured it tightly behind his head. Walter
felt the strap cutting into the corners of his mouth. It
also stretched his mouth wide making his jaws ache.
Becky had pushed a plastic drinking straw up Walter's
urethra, pulled his foreskin as far over his glands as
she could, stretching it tight before driving staples
through it, keeping his knob covered, leaving the end of
the makeshift catheter exposed. Any attempt at an
erection now would result in excruciating pain as his
thickening and lengthening penis stretched his
perforated foreskin.
His penis was pushed back into his body. Leaving a
couple of inches of loose skin, which Becky had stapled
many times, maybe twenty, covering the entire area,
driving staples through the soft flesh of his foreskin
into the plastic tube, preventing it from falling, or
being pulled out. She also had tied a rope around his
neck.
When Becky noticed Walter was awake she hauled him to
his feet using the rope around his neck and when he was
upright she attached it to a hook in the ceiling,
pulling it tight, keeping Walter erect and cutting off
his air. He could breathe if he stayed on his toes, but
as he lowered himself to stand flat, the noose tightened
again, cutting off his air, his shoulders were already
aching, as were his testes.
'Right bitch boy, here's the deal. You were forbidden to
masturbate, in fact you were forbidden to touch your
little wee-wee at all only to wash it. I trusted you and
the first chance you got you were wanking and shooting
your disgusting dribbles all over my shower stall. For
that you will be punished. By the time I'm finished with
you, you will be sorry. I don't want to hear as much as
a groan from you for the rest of the night.
With that, she turned out the light and left the room,
leaving Walter alone in the darkness, in pain and hardly
able to breathe.
Walter spent a night in hell. He lost track of time and
his balance was all over the place in the darkness. He
nearly fell a couple of times and knew if he did he
would hang himself. His ankles and calves had tired
quickly trying to support his weight and he spent the
night alternating between standing on tip toe and
strangling himself. His shoulders and jaws had stopped
aching and were numb, but he knew his eventual release
would bring fresh waves of agony, as the cramped muscles
were forced to move. He had been drooling on himself all
night and his mouth felt dry and raw.
Eventually, many, many hours later, he heard noises and
movement in other parts of the house as morning arrived.
The door opened and Becky entered the room drinking
coffee.
'Well bitchboy,' she said, 'I hope you had a good
restful night, because you'll be busy today.'
She approached Walter and cupped his testicles in her
soft hand, squeezing non too gently. Walter started to
sweat afresh as he remembered Becky driving her knee
into his unprotected scrotum earlier.
His testes still throbbed.
Becky dropped his scrotum and lifted his penis to
examine his foreskin. It was swollen and inflamed around
the puncture wounds. She pinched his raw foreskin before
letting it go, drawing a screech of pain from Walter.
Becky released the rope from around his neck and ordered
Walter to follow her to the kitchen.
Walter stumbled along behind his young mistress, and
wished she would remove the gag and untie his hands.
Becky sat to eat her breakfast, motioning Walter to
stand beside her.
When she was finished eating she untied Walter's hands.
When his hands were untied Walter nearly cried with pain
as the stiff muscles were forced to move.
Becky ordered him to wash up, while she got ready for
work. She didn't bother to remove the gag.
When he was finished he was summoned to the living room.
Becky was flexing a bamboo cane as he entered.
'Ok Pinkie, get yourself across the back of the couch,
you have a caning due for unauthorised wanking' she
ordered.
Walter draped himself across the sofa as ordered making
sure to push his buttocks up invitingly.
He heard the cane whistle through the air and his
buttocks exploded in pain. Nineteen more times Becky
slashed at him with the cane, raising painful, purple
welts on his buttocks and thighs.
Walter remained as still as he could, knowing that was
what Becky would insist on. 'Ok boy, up'' She ordered,
poking him with the tip of the cane.
'Take out that gag.' Walter reached behind his head and
opened the strap keeping the ring tightly in his mouth.
He groaned in agony as it slipped from between his lips,
pulling drool with it. His mouth remained open.
'Get upstairs and shower, wash your cock then leave it
alone. If I catch you playing with yourself, you will
regret it. I'll leave clothes on the bed for you. You
have fifteen minutes.'
Walter climbed the stairs trying to work his jaws
closed. He was conscious of the stinging welts on the
cheeks of his arse. He would have loved to rub his
bottom or check his foreskin for damage, but if last
night had taught him anything, it taught him to suffer
in silence.
Walter used the toilet, noticing his urine sprayed all
over the place due to his stapled foreskin. He would
have to sit to piss from now on he realised. He tried to
wash his penis as best he could in the shower without
spending too long at it. Becky popped her head in at one
stage to check on him. The doors were always to remain
open when Walter was in the bathroom or on the toilet.
Nothing was to remain private.
Finished his shower, he dried himself and padded naked
to the bedroom to dress. The familiar pink underwear was
laid out on the bed, along with a suit, white shirt and
tie.
Walter dressed, doing his best to allow his foreskin to
hang loosely down his trouser leg. It was not a success.
His trousers rubbed at his sore foreskin anyway he
moved. This was going to be a long day at work.
Becky entered his office several times that day to check
on her 'boss.' Walter was in great discomfort in his
office chair. He had sat on his penis earlier and pulled
his foreskin hard, starting some of the punctures
bleeding again.
Becky told him to think of it as further punishment.
Home was as bad. He had to strip naked and begin his
kitchen duties immediately he entered the house. Then
the washing up. The sexual abuse began after that. If
Bob was home he made Walter fellate him. Forcing his
sizable erection down Walter's throat until he climaxed.
Or he had a half and half. Walter would suck the large
black pole for ten or fifteen minutes, then kneel down
to be sodomised, as Becky looked on in amusement, taking
photos and video.
Walter preferred the nights that Bob was there to the
nights he spent alone with his young mistress. Becky was
cruel. She liked to hurt him.
She tied him in uncomfortable positions and left him
like that for hours, slashing at him with the cane,
ordering him to remain still if he tried to shift to a
more comfortable position.
She had him on his knees sucking her hairy pussy until
he thought his tongue would fall off, pulling his hair
and ears, digging her nails in, slapping or punching him
across the face as she ordered him to 'get deeper, lick
harder, lick faster.'
Then his hands were handcuffed behind his back and he
was sent to bed.
Every morning there was fresh blood on the sheets as his
foreskin bled during the night. He was beaten for that
too.
Every evening brought about the same scenario.
Becky got more and more violent in her abuse. Making
Walter kneel before her as she pierced his nipples with
large gauge needles, pushing the needle through the
flesh, then pulling it back out to push it through again
in a different place. Sometimes pushing it through the
centre of the nipple into his breast tissue, then
beating him when he flinched.
Pushing the needles through his cheeks and lips, and
into his tongue.
This progressed to having him stand before her in the
display position as she turned his penis and scrotum
into a pin cushion.
It wasn't long until she ordered a terrified Walter to
push the needles into his own testicles.
Walter begged and pleaded until his young mistress went
at him with the bamboo cane. Raising welts on his back,
legs buttocks and shoulders. After half an hour of
vicious beating, a screaming Walter would have agreed to
push the needles into his own eyes.
Then as a smiling Becky relaxed in a chair gently
rubbing her clitoris through her panties and recording
him on her digital phone, a mewling Walter stood naked
before her, pushing needles, one after another, into his
penis and testicles.
***
Two weeks later, the staples were still attached to his
foreskin. The foreskin was badly infected.
Becky brought him to the emergency room at the local
hospital, keeping a discreet distance.
Walter was instructed to tell the receptionist, a young
twenty-somthing with large silicone breasts and a vacant
expression, that he was a compulsive masturbator and had
injured his foreskin while pleasuring himself. He was
told to speak up so anyone within earshot could hear his
shame.
Under no circumstances was he to look at, or approach
Becky.
The trip to hospital was a deeply humiliating affair for
Walter.
The young receptionist giggled and made him repeat
himself a couple of times, pretending she couldn't hear
him.
Walter's face burned with embarrassment as he noticed
several people nearby turn to look, sniggering and
nudging people next to them.
He noticed Becky smile with cruel pleasure at his shame.
Walter was taken to an examination room where he was
told to strip and a doctor would be with him shortly.
The door to the examination room was left open and
Walter could clearly be seen by men, women and children
in the waiting area. He was not given a gown.
The doctor was a man in his fifties, portly with grey
hair and glasses. He arrived after ten minutes and he
was not alone. There were ten student doctors with him,
all carrying clipboards. Most of them were young
giggling women.
Walter had never felt as embarrassed in his life as the
all lined up one by one to look at his 'problem,' then
one at a time lifting his penis and examining the
staples puncturing the inflamed foreskin. Surgery was
the only answer it was decided, as the infection had
spread to most of his foreskin.
Walter was admitted as the circumcision would be done
immediately, under local anesthetic.
Two hours later Walter was pushed to the hospital
entrance in a wheelchair and discharged. He was high on
painkillers and had never felt better.
***
A month later Walter's penis had healed completely. It
had been difficult. He was advised not to have erections
in case he pulled the stitches and Becky injected a
muscle relaxant directly into his penis every morning
and evening. She took it upon herself to inject him in
four or five places. Walter suspected she just like to
watch the needle sinking into his flesh.
Now that he was fully healed, Becky liked to have him
stand before her naked as she fondled his erection as
she relaxed on the sofa watching television, sliding her
dry hand up and down on his exposed and sensitive knob,
making him squirm.
Becky was well aware that Walter's knob was super
sensitive, she loved to make him twitch, gasp and
tremble after she had specifically told him to remain
still and silent, then beat him for disobedience.
The surgeon had done an excellent job. Cutting away as
much of the loose skin as he could, leaving it high and
tight, the glands exposed even when Walter's penis was
flaccid.
When it was erect, the skin retracted all the way back,
pulled tight, and seemed to shorten the whole thing.
Becky liked to make it hard and slide her soft hands up
and down the full length, as Walter tried to remain
motionless.
Becky had told Lucinda what she had done and Lucinda was
delighted, coming over that evening to have a look for
herself, and watching, giggling as Becky again laid into
Walter with the bamboo cane, making him scream in pain.
Walter had been with Becky now for nearly a year, and
hadn't seen his sons in that time. He had overheard
Lucinda's mother had passed away and her father was
staying with Lucinda. Walter had been told he would stay
with Becky from now on.
Lucinda had his sons and Walter's business. She had no
use for Walter.
That suited Becky no-end as she had lots planned for her
'boss' and Lucinda had given her blessing.
Becky decided shortly after, that Walter was spending
too much time in the bathroom, shaving and stuff. Time
that would be better spent serving her, besides he
always had stubble when he was finished and she
preferred smooth hairless skin. She made an appointment
for him to have laser treatment all over his body. She
told him she didn't want a hair left anywhere on his
body. Eyebrows, even eyelashes were to go.
Walter returned home from his first session, sore and
red. He had a session every month for ten months, but
when he was finished there wasn't a hair to be seen
anywhere on Walter's body.
Becky loved it. Walter did not.
Becky took him to her hairdresser to have his hair cut
and styled.
She decided on a straight cut, a little shorter than
shoulder length and dyed bright pink. He had a side
parting which was kept in place by large flowery white
hair slides. One on each side.
Becky loved to have friends over, men and women, to
witness Walter's shame and humiliation. She often had
dinner parties of six, two other couples and herself and
Bob. She tried to have at least one new couple each
time, to keep Walter's embarrassment to a maximum. She
fed him two Viagra on the morning of each party, to keep
him erect.
Walter was expected to cook and serve naked, except for
a pair of pink stiletto shoes with five inch heels, and
his ever present pink stockings and suspender belt.
Becky liked the way it framed his erect, hairless
genitals. Walter looked and felt ridicules, with his
hairless body, erect penis and high heeled shoes. The
very effect Becky was looking for.
As the alcohol flowed, the men and women lost their
inhibitions with their naked and 'aroused' servant, and
usually by the end of the night Walter was brought by
men and women alike into one of the bedrooms to provide
sexual relief. The women usually had him lick them to
orgasm, while the men used his mouth and then his anus.
Of course Walter never got to climax and his penis
stayed erect, giving the impression to the other party
goers that he was enjoying himself.
Becky had him 'make love' to a blow up rubber sex doll
for the amusement of her assembled dinner guests.
Walter was horrified as he was instructed to hold the
fully clothed dolls hand as he gently kissed it's open
mouth, pushing his tongue between the rubber lips as he
gently fondled the dolls breasts, under its shirt.
Walter was made to slowly undress the doll, gently
kissing and licking each 'body part' as it was exposed.
Walter's face burned with shame as he was made to
whisper his best 'chat up lines' to the doll as he
slowly undressed it.
Walter was forced to lick and suck on the rubber nipples
of his 'lover,' before licking and kissing his way down
to suck and lick on the rubber vagina of his girlfriend,
gagging as he discovered the 'lubricant' Becky had
filled the rubber hole with earlier.
Mustard was a favourite, but sometimes she used chili
paste.
Some of the women in the room cackled their laughter as
Walter stroked his penis to erection, and forced it
between the legs of the rubber doll.
Everybody laughed as Walter fucked his rubber lover in
the missionary position, French kissing her deeply,
passionately, as the tears stung his eyes.
Other times, an aroused Walter was made to fuck his own
hand for the amusement of the assembled guests..
Becky made him grasp his erect member, then place his
fist on the table and fuck his dry hand. Becky wouldn't
allow him to use lube, and she insisted he use long hard
strokes, giggling as a humiliated Walter puffed and
huffed and sweated, as he fucked his own fist.
Walter had no chance to have an orgasm, as the
humiliation and the friction of his un-lubricated hand,
was more painful than arousing.
Becky took him to have eyebrows tattooed on, as she
decided she didn't like his ugly naked face. When the
tattoo artist was finished the eyebrows were too high,
giving him a permanently surprised look. Again, Becky
was delighted.
The lips were next. Full red lips. The tattoo line
coming outside the natural line of his own lips. Big
'cocksucking' lips Becky informed him.
Walter protested, which earned him a beating, and then
the lips were tattooed on anyway. Becky loved them.
Walter cried.
The next step in his shame was saline injections in his
breast tissue, to 'fill out his bra' he was told. These
were administered by Becky the first morning before
work, then by himself every morning after that. This was
to prepare his breast tissue and skin for the silicone
implants he would eventually get.
Becky made him force the saline injections, using a thin
gauge needle to minimise bleeding and leaking. He was
told not to stop injecting until his breasts were hard
and the skin stretched tight and shiny.
Walter noticed that he had to inject a small bit more
every morning as his breasts expanded. It took twenty
four hours for the saline to be absorbed into his body,
and his breasts were full all day at the office. The
saline also made his breasts and nipples itch, which
made them hard. After three months of saline injections
being forced into his breast tissue, Becky decided it
was time for the real thing. Walter cried, pleaded and
begged. Then, after another beating, he accepted his
fate.
All options were considered and finally Becky settled on
silicone injections rather than implants. The pro's
were, there was no scar as the silicone could be
injected anywhere in the breast tissue to fill the
breast, including in through the nipple, going in deep
then slowly withdrawing pumping silicone in, as the
needle was extracted, even using it to thicken and
lengthen the nipple.
The con's were, it couldn't be removed without extensive
and painful surgery, as the silicone adhered to the
tissue itself instead of floating in a bag, and the
uncontained silicone gel resulted in itching in the
breast and nipples.
Becky decided that would be the procedure for Walter.
A week later Walter was admitted to hospital by a
plastic surgeon, where, under local anesthetic, he had
silicone pumped into both breasts. Thanks to the
stretching with saline, Walter's breasts were pumped up
to a nice C cup.
The skin of his breasts was hard and tight at first, but
the surgeon promised it would loosen and appear more
natural eventually.
Becky loved them. Walter cried for hours.
Becky was so impressed by the natural look and feel of
Walter's new breasts, that she brought him back the next
month for silicone injections in his lips, to give him a
'fuller, sexier mouth, a mouth that other men would love
to stick their cock's into.'
Walter was hysterical, but another session with Becky's
bamboo, made him see sense. Becky and Bob loved his
lips. Bob especially and he often had Walter suck him
for hours, to the delight of Becky.
After that Becky started to bring Walter out in public
to degrade him. His first trip to the beach was a
traumatic affair for Walter. Becky had him wear a
shocking pink bikini to begin with, forcing him to go
for walks up and down the sand to display himself, then
as the crowds gathered she forced him to remove the top
and massage oil into his enhanced breasts as the whole
beach looked on. Through his tears, Walter could see
people sniggering as they watched this obvious male,
fondle his 'C' cup breasts. It wasn't long before Walter
found himself on his knees in the sand dunes providing
oral sex for some man or other, as the stranger groped
his silicone breasts.
Becky started to take Walter to clubs also. On these
occasions he was in full make-up, with long pink false
finger nails, dressed in a hot pants with knee high
disco boots and a crop top that didn't cover his
stomach, all in bright shiny pink. The top usually had
degrading messages written on it. 'Man toy,' or 'I like
boys' or 'who's my daddy' or some other humiliating
phrase.
Usually he had on his pink stockings and suspender belt.
the stockings clearly visible between the boots and high
cut hot pants.
On these occasions Walter's job was to attend to all
Becky's needs, trotting to the bar for drinks, minding
her hand bag as she danced and smooched with some of the
other men in the club, lighting her cigarette, anything
that the young woman wanted.
Walter was usually on his tired and sore feet all night,
unless he was on his knees in the toilets sucking some
strangers erection.
Becky wasn't above trading Walter's talented sucking
mouth for drinks for herself, and as the night's wore on
and the alcohol flowed, the unattached men in the bars
became less and less particular as to who sucked their
cocks. Besides, it was better than going home to give
themselves hand jobs.
Walter often found himself out in the alleyway beside
some club of other, on his knees in the dirt sucking for
all he was worth, or bent over, pink hot pants around
his knees, as a complete stranger sawed his erect penis
in and out of his rectum, as Becky captured the whole
humiliating affair on her phone.
Walter wondered how long it would be before he caught
some disease or other, as the men abusing his anus or
mouth were always unprotected.
Becky wouldn't hear of them using condoms.
Becky often dressed him from head to toe in pink. Full
make up, micro mini skirt and high heeled shoes and a
pink boob tube that just about contained his breasts,
then sent him on foot to the local shop for some
household item or other, humiliating Walter to tears, as
his neighbours all stood to stare at this obvious
transvestite, wobbling around on stiletto heels, large
breasts swaying about under his boob tube.
Becky continued to torment Walter at home and at work.
She had let other women in the office in on his 'secret'
life as a transsexual. Then brought them in to his
office to see his large enhanced breasts.
Walter was made to undress to his pink underwear, than
stand submissively as the other women, women that worked
for him, fondled his breasts, hairless body and flaccid
penis and asked embarrassing questions. Questions that
he was forced to answer as though the story Becky had
told them about him was the truth.
His humiliation spread like wildfire and Walter was well
aware that he was now a figure of fun in his own
company. His own company in name anyway. Lucinda had
made him sign everything he owned over to her. He was
now a joke that no one would take seriously.
One weekend Walter was brought to Lucinda's home to see
his sons.
He had been living with Becky for nearly three years and
hadn't seen his sons in that time.
He drove to his wife's house and undressed in the hall
without having to be told and entered the living room
behind his young mistress.
Lucinda and Elizabeth were relaxed in their chairs and
greeted Becky warmly.
There was a strange man standing in the middle of the
floor, naked as the day he was born. His body, with the
exception of his head, was hairless. He had an eight
inch erect penis. His toned body was covered in scars
and marks. He was in his early sixties. This was
Lucinda's father.
Walter learned later from an overheard conversation that
Lucinda's mother dominated her husband from the time
they had gotten married.
Lucinda had known about her parents sex lives and had
gotten interested in the lifestyle because of it,
abusing and punishing her own father, at her mother's
insistence, as she got older. When Lucinda's mother died
it seemed natural to have her submissive father move in
with her.
Walter's sons were also in the room. Walter noticed they
had lost weight. They were now of slender build. Almost
effeminate. Long blond hair kept in bangs. They were
also naked and on their knees. They faced each other and
were using their right hands to fondle each other's
erections, pulling on their own nipples with their left.
They were also licking up and down on the strangers
erect member, one on each side of the impressive
erection, licking from root to tip and back again, their
tongues touching, saliva mingling as they licked,
looking into each other's eyes.
Walter noticed the startled way the other men in the
room looked at his modified body.
The disgust was obvious on his sons faces as they took
in his pale hairless body, the red swollen lips, the
women's lingerie, the high heeled shoes and his silicone
breasts. Walter felt tears of embarrassment fill his
eyes again as he was made to stand motionless, watching
his sons licking and sucking on the large erection, as
the women greeted each other.
Lucinda turned her attention to Walter presently, moving
to stand in front of her husband, she eyed him up and
down.
'Hello Pinkie,' she greeted, 'How have you been? Is
Mistress Becky looking after you ok?' She asked,
reaching to fondle his flaccid penis, bringing it to
semi hardness in her soft hand.
'Yes thank you Miss Lucy, I'm fine, Mistress Becky looks
after me very well' Walter mumbled, red faced.
'That's good,' Lucinda said, 'your still my husband and
I wouldn't want anything to happen to you' Lucinda said
with a snort of laughter.
'What do you think of your boys, Pinkie? Grown up a bit
since you seen them last, haven't they? They're quite
good at sucking cock now too, the Pig seems to like
their sweet mouths anyway, don't you Piggy?
'Yes Miss Lucy' the stranger answered with a half smile
at Walter.
'Come over here boys and say hello to your father' she
ordered his two teenage sons.
The twins stood and kissed Walter on the cheek, 'Hello
father' they chorused.
'Now boys,' Lucinda said, 'You know that's not the way
to do it,
One at each side of your father please, that's it, now
soft kisses all over his face, continue until your told
to stop, that's it, very nice.'
Walter was mortified. His sons were being made to kiss
his face like they were trying to seduce him, as he
stood naked in front of all these people. He felt sick
to his stomach, but he stood motionless. He was sure
Lucinda could make it a lot worse. How right he was.
'That's good boys, now John, feel your Daddy's new
boobs, that's it, good lad, pinch and pull on the
nipple, that's the way, feel their weight in your hand,
good boy, keep that up.'
'Jack, your father's little wee-wee is gone soft, stroke
it with your hand to get it hard, there's a good boy,
that's the way, rub the knob, use your other hand
between his buttocks, get your fingers right in there,
the way you used to do in the bath.'
Walter's face flamed again as he remembered their 'bath
times' all those years ago.
'Ok pinkie' his wife continued, 'open up that mouth now,
good and wide, that's the way, tongue out a bit, ok
boys, time for some real kissing now, show your Daddy
how much you love and miss him.'
Walter sobbed with shame as he felt first one, then the
other of his sons dip their tongue's into his open mouth
for an incestuous kiss, then back again, as they both
groped at his breasts, anus and penis.
As sickened as Walter was at what him and his sons were
being made to do, he felt his penis begin to respond. It
had been a long time since anyone handled his body
gently and his penis grew to full mast in the softly
stroking hands of his sons.
Walter stood naked in shame and humiliation as his sons
groped and kissed him and the three women looked on
smirking, noticing his erection. His mouth quivered as
he fought to remain motionless. His eyes shed tears down
his cheeks which were immediately hovered up by the soft
lips of his two sons as they gently kissed his face and
pushed their tongues into his mouth.
Walter heard Becky snigger at his embarrassment and
Lucinda moved to stand beside her naked father, reaching
to fondle his erect member in a way that made Walter
jealous.
'Ok pinkie, now for the main event,' she said, stroking
her soft hand up and down her father's penis. 'As you
can see, the pig has an impressive erection.' Walter
assumed Lucinda called her father 'the pig.'
Lucinda continued, 'Unfortunately he doesn't get to cum
too often. Your sons little pussy's are still too small
to accept such a weapon just yet. that's where you come
in. on your hands and knees now Pinkie, that's it, legs
apart a bit, ok the rest of you get in position.'
Walter watched as his two sons lowered themselves on
their backs in front of his face, legs interlocking in a
scissors position, scrota's tight together, erect penis
to erect penis, directly under his face. Walter cried
again at what he knew he was going to be made to do.
Lucinda's father moved around behind him.
Walter felt a glob of cold gel being pushed into his
rectum, and assumed it was the pig lubing his asshole.
He noticed the three women relax in easy chairs, hands
seeking out clitoris's, Lucinda ordered the show to
begin.
Walter felt the pig take him by the hips and slowly feed
his large erection into his colon. It was big but not as
big as Bob's.
'Ok pinkie' Walter heard Lucinda say, 'get your head
down there and give your sons a nice blow-job. It's not
the first time you had their dicks in your mouth.'
The tears ran down Walter's face as he lowered his face
to his sons groins and, one at a time took their erect
members into his mouth, finally engulfing both together
as the pig sawed in and out of his rectum and the ladies
looked on, smiling and masturbating.
Ten minutes later Walter heard his sons ask for
permission to orgasm, permission was given and Walter
felt his mouth fill with his sons ejaculate.
He slurped down the sour liquid and began his task of
cleaning up any spillage. Through the wet sucking noises
he was making, he could hear the women, one after the
other grunt their way through orgasm. Minutes later,
after asking for and receiving permission, he felt the
pig slam his penis to the hilt as he emptied his seed
into Walter's anus.
The Women applauded the performance.
Walter raised his head and to his horror, Becky was
recording the whole sordid act on her digital phone.
'The ladies in the office will love this little get
together' she announced gleefully.
Walter sobbed again at the certain knowledge that Becky
would be showing more people the video of his
humiliation.
Things continued for Walter in that vein. Becky
controlling, beating and humiliating him at the office
and at her home, where he now lived full time. Lucinda
had his house, his company, his money and his sons. She
had all she wanted from him.
Becky was relentless. Using any excuse to beat him until
he cried. Walter was terrified of her. He assumed some
day she would kill him.
This routine never changed, even if Becky had company
over.
One evening after a drunken fuck with Bob, she ordered
him on his knees for clean up duties. As Walter lapped
the sperm from her matted hairy pussy, she began the
ritual of pulling his face hard into her snatch with two
hands in his hair. 'Get in there bitchboy, get all that
sperm out. Bob left a tasty snack for you. Suck that
cunt like your mother showed you.'
Something in the way Walter stiffened and hesitated,
told Becky she had hit a nerve.
After she had used his face to have several orgasms,
Becky had a shower and put Walter to work in the
kitchen.
Shower over, Becky called Walter back to the living
room. Walter entered to find his young mistress relaxed
on the sofa in a dressing gown, still damp from the
shower.
'Kneel here,' she ordered, pointing to the floor at her
feet. 'Hands behind your head.' She reached out to lift
his chin with one finger. 'I want you to look into my
eyes, I'm going to ask you a series of questions and I
want the truth. If you lie, I'll know and I'll skin you
alive.
Keep looking into my eyes.'
Walter knelt, trembling at the young woman's feet as she
looked him up and down, taking her time, making him
apprehensive. Walter felt sick. He didn't know what was
coming next but he knew it wasn't going to be good for
him.
Becky asked him several questions about his childhood,
about his schooldays, if he had brothers of sisters, his
first girlfriend, his favourite book, his favourite
film, his favourite holiday, all the time gently
stroking his cock and balls with her bare feet, putting
him at ease.
Through it all Walter looked steadily into his young
mistress's eyes, vowing to himself to tell the truth.
'Did your mother sexually abuse you?'
Walter wasn't sure he heard right. His caught his breath
and momentarily dropped his gaze from his young
mistress.
'I have him now' Becky thought to herself.
Walter denied he had been abused by his mother and found
himself bent naked over the back of the sofa, as Becky
laid into him with the cane.
After a half hour of beating him, his hands were tied
behind his back and his big toes were tied tight to his
scrotum, keeping his legs bent painfully.
'You'll stay there tonight Pinkie,' he was told.
'Tomorrow evening you will get the same treatment, and
every evening after that until I get the truth, believe
me when I say, you will get tired of this before I
will.'
The next evening after work, Walter was back across the
couch as Becky beat him with the bamboo cane until he
bled, then his toes were once again tied to his
testicles, his hands tied behind his back and he was
left for the night in agony.
Walter lasted two weeks before he eventually told his
young mistress the whole sordid story of his life.
Every evening for weeks as soon as Walter was home from
work and had his kitchen work finished, he was on his
knees before Becky, as she asked him over and over again
about his early life, writing down his answers and
asking the same questions in a different way, referring
to her notes to check if the answer matched the answer
he had given her before.
If the answers didn't match up he was put across the
back of the sofa for another session with the cane.
Walter was worn down and worn out and after three weeks
of questions and beatings, he couldn't lie, even if he
wanted to. When she had all the information she wanted
Becky praised him for being a brave little soldier,
promising him it would always be better to tell the
truth than to lie to her, no matter how hard it was,
then as a reward for being so honest, Becky allowed him
to masturbate, the first time she had allowed him
release in the three years he had been living with her.
As Walter knelt at his young mistress's feet and took
his erection in his hand, stroking his breasts and
tugging on his nipples with his free hand, his young
mistress relaxed in an easy chair in front of him and
recorded Walter, puffing and wheezing his way to an
orgasm, with her digital phone, to show the other women
in the office he was informed, he brought himself to a
climax in seconds and after eating his spending, Becky
had him put his head in her lap as she gently stroked
his hair.
Walter thought he had died and gone to heaven. It had
been a long time since he had felt the gentle touch of a
woman's hand.
It was not to last.
Walter stepped from the shower and hurriedly dried
himself. He had been daydreaming in the shower and now
he was late.
He rushed to dress himself for the office, pulling on
his pink stockings over still damp feet. Becky would
beat him if she was ready before him. He gave a final
tug to the top of the stocking to reach the suspender
belt, and he watched with horror as it split in two. Now
he was for it.
Walter reported to his young mistress and after asking
for permission to speak, informed her that his underwear
was torn.
'Nearly four years putting on stockings and you still
can't do it, you ham fisted bastard. Not to worry
Pinkie, you won't tear the next ones.'
Walter had a sick feeling in his stomach that he would
live to regret not being more careful with his lingerie.
That weekend a tattoo artist made a house call to
Becky's home. Walter was given a drink, which made him
drowsy and relaxed. He felt the tattoo artist begin work
on his chest as he drifted into a deep sleep.
He awoke hours later to a rotten headache and sick
stomach and noticed he had been covered in a sheet. He
knew he had been drugged. He pulled the covers from
himself and screamed in shock.
The tattoo artist had been busy while Walter was
unconscious.
Walter again wore pink stockings, but these ones were
tattooed on. From his ankles to mid thigh, he 'wore'
bright pink fishnet stockings, edged with black garters,
finished with a dark black and red bow on the outside of
his thigh. His stocking finished at his ankles, again
edged with a black band and a dark red bow on the top of
each foot. He 'wore' a suspender belt attached to the
stockings, again in bright pink, edged in black. The
shrivelled knob of his cock was coloured black also.
His breasts were encased in a bright pink peephole,
fishnet bra, that left his nipples and areola exposed.
These had been coloured black also.
The straps of the bra were edged with black to make it
stand out from his skin.
On his stomach above his navel, he had 'SLAVE' tattooed
in three inch high black letters edged in red flame.
A week later the tattoo artist again showed up at
Becky's door. This time Walter was tied naked, face down
on a heavy wooden bench.
Leather straps around his shoulders, lower back, thighs,
knees and ankles secured him to the table.
A cold antiseptic cream was rubbed into his buttocks.
Then Walter's buttocks were branded with a hot iron.
Walter screamed with pain as the red hot metal seared
his flesh. By the time the man was finished, Walter was
a trembling, sobbing wreck.
***
A month later the tattoo artist returned to add red
'flames' to Becky's initials, which were burned into
Walter's buttocks.
Walter was brought back to Lucinda's home a month later
to show off his new tattoo's. Lucinda shrieked with
laughter as her naked and modified husband turned and
posed showing off his new markings.
Walter was promised many, many more tattoo's before
long.
Fashion show over, Walter was put to work on his knees,
sucking the large cock of Lucinda's father as his sons
stood, one each side of him, 'encouraging' their father
to greater efforts with the use of a small quirt each,
lashing his back, shoulders and buttocks painfully as
Walter bobbed his enhanced lips up and down on his
father-in-laws erect member. Blow jobs for each of his
sons followed, and Becky was, as usual, recording
Walter's humiliation on her digital phone.
Another woman from the office was brought into the
'inner circle' of Walter's humiliation. Brenda was fifty
eight years old. She had been with the company for
nearly ten years and had always had a 'thing' for
Walter.
She had short grey hair and wasn't particularly
attractive. Her husband had ran off seven years ago with
a woman half his age and she had been single ever since.
Brenda was also immensely fat.
She giggled with embarrassment the first time she was
invited to attend the shaming of her boss in his office
one lunch time and had to be instructed by Becky that it
was ok to grope and feel Walter as he stood naked before
the assembled women.
A few more sessions in the office and she took to it
like a duck to water.
It was during a drunken lunchtime in the nearest
restaurant that Brenda revealed, red faced, to Becky
that her husband had left her years earlier and she
hadn't had sex for over seven years.
Becky promised the older woman that she could take her
boss home with her the next Friday night and use him in
any way she seen fit, but that he was not to have an
orgasm.
Brenda was ecstatic and spent the week at work
fantasising about the way she would use Walter.
On Friday evening Walter was informed by Becky he was to
go home with Brenda and he was to obey her as he obeyed
Becky. He was also informed he was not to have an
orgasm.
As soon as Walter and Brenda entered Brenda's house, he
was instructed to strip off his suit.
Brenda walked around the naked man, touching and
stroking him here and there, before finally hauling off
her huge panties and ordering him to his knees. Walter
felt the fat woman grab his ears and as she pulled his
face to the hairy pussy between her thighs,
Walter nearly gagged at the smell of the stale unwashed
flesh, but he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue.
For nearly an hour the obese woman kept him licking,
occasionally slapping, sometimes punching his face, to
keep him licking and sucking the way she wanted.
Finally after what seemed like three orgasms by the fat
woman, she sprawled on her back and ordered him to mount
her and fuck her as if his life depended on it.
Walter climbed aboard the huge expanse of white unwashed
flesh spread out before him on the floor and prodded her
sopping pussy with his, surprisingly, erect penis.
Brenda abused Walter all night long, not giving him a
break. It had been years since she had a man, and now
she had one that she could do with as she wished, she
was going to make full use of him.
Delirious with lust and fatigue, Walter was acting on
instinct.
Brenda made him lick the stale sweat from under her
breasts and her armpits, down her huge belly to excavate
whatever he found in her bellybutton.
She forced him to lick between her toes and suck each
one into his mouth. She kept him licking her pussy and
dirty anus for hours, until his tongue was sore and
swollen.
She had him fuck her until he thought he would have a
stroke, punching and slapping at him as he rode her,
ordering him to 'go faster, go deeper, go harder.'
She raked her nails down his back drawing blood. She
punctured his buttocks with those same nails, digging
them into the soft flesh to drive him to greater
efforts, then slapping his face as he cried out.
She licked and sucked on his ears and bit his neck as he
laboured above her, drawing blood in several places. She
pushed her cold slimy tongue into his mouth, making him
gag.
And through it all Walter's penis stayed erect. It had
been a long time since Walter had intercourse with a
woman, and despite the fact that Brenda was obese, she
was still a woman. He had gotten used to the stench of
her unwashed body and was now beginning to enjoy the
feel of her velvety vagina around his penis as he rocked
it in and out of her.
Brenda kept one beefy arm around his neck, keeping her
'lover' pulled tight as she again forced her tongue into
his mouth. Walter accepted the invading organ and began
to kiss her back.
He felt her other hand stroke down his back and the
fingers dip between his buttocks, probing the opening.
Her soft hands felt good on his sore body. He sucked the
slimy tongue into his mouth as he felt a finger push its
way into his anus.
Walter felt his testicles tighten with dread, as he had
his first orgasm in years, pumping his seed into the
fat, grinning woman beneath him.
The next day at work Becky quizzed Walter about his
'night of passion' with Brenda, asking if he had
satisfied the big woman.
Walter told her he had done his very best, omitting that
he had an orgasm in the hope that Brenda would say
nothing.
He should have known better.
Later that evening as Walter was bent over the back of a
hard backed chair, Becky beat him unmercifully with the
cane, leaving his buttocks, back and thighs bleeding in
several places, and leaving Walter sobbing with pain and
fear.
Punishment over, she informed him, as he could not be
trusted, she would take it upon herself to make sure he
would not have anymore unauthorised orgasms.
Three days later a chastity device was delivered by
courier.
As Walter stood naked in the living room, a bag of
frozen peas in each hand pressed firmly to his own
shrivelled genitals, he examined the chastity device as
it was laid out on the table in front of him.
It was a work of art, or a torture device, depending on
whether you were looking at it, or wearing it.
It was a hollow surgical steel replica of a penis. Three
inches long with small holes perforating it in places,
mostly at the tip. Becky informed him they were to let
liquids out as it would not need to come off in the
shower. The small holes could also be used to push
needles through his penis.
A hollow prong ran up the centre of the device, like a
catheter, following the curve of the steel, like a steel
urethra.
The prong was about six inches in length and a quarter
of an inch thick. it had a bulbous tip about the size of
a pea. There were two more 'peas' about an inch apart,
further down the prong. This steel catheter would be
pushed into his urethra, sealing it, preventing him from
urinating. The prong was hollow, but could be sealed at
the bottom with a small plug that screwed in tightly,
sealing his urethra.
The device could be locked into a solid ring that sat
behind his testicals.
The ring was heavy. It was wide and thick and circled
his scrotum and the base of his penis tightly.
It wasn't painful, but it was uncomfortably tight.
Walter knew it would only get worse.
Becky had put the ring on him earlier and he was
surprised to see it could be used as a standalone piece
of kit, as it locked together and could only be removed
with the special key that Becky would keep. It gathered
his penis and scrotum and kept them pushed forward, as
if offering them for punishment.
Becky finished the coffee she had been drinking as she
waited for Walter to shrink his penis with the frozen
peas. She loved to make him hurt himself for her and as
soon as she has his cock locked away, she had promised
herself an orgasm on the end of his tongue.
'Over here shithead' she ordered. 'Let me see.'
Walter took the frozen peas from his genitals as he
shuffled to stand before his young mistress, he glanced
down and was relieved to see his penis had shrivelled.
Becky picked up the hypodermic from the table and pushed
the short stub of the plastic needle about an inch into
Walter's urethra and pushed the plunger. Walter felt the
cold lubricant being forced into his piss slit and was
thankful for the lubricant at least.
Walter swallowed hard as he watched his young mistress
reach for the heavy steel chastity device. Once this was
fitted, Walter knew not only would he suffer a lot of
discomfort, if not pain, but that he would never again
be able to touch his cock, to rub the velvet glands with
his fingertips in the shower, to scratch an itch or to
even shake his penis after urinating.
From now on he would have to urinate sitting down like a
woman.
He felt Becky push the first sphere of the steel
catheter into his urethra, and he gave a little gasp as
the 'pea' was forced into his pee hole. He felt his cock
slide into the steel penis, and felt Becky turn it this
way and that to get it seated. He felt the bulbous tip
of the steel catheter stretch his urethra all the way up
as Becky kept up the pressure, slowly pushing the long
prong all the way in.
He felt the second and then the third 'pea' force open
his piss slit as Becky kept gently pushing and twisting.
Walter felt the bulbous end of the steel prong tighten
in his urethra as Becky forced it through the ring
around his scrotum and beyond. He felt the steel sheath
being forced over his shrivelled penis as his young
mistress slowly slotted the ring and sheath closer
together. Thirty seconds of fiddling later, he heard the
two pieces click together.
Walter shuddered as Becky withdrew the key, popping it
into her pocket.
She reached for his genitals with both hands as Walter
stood naked before her, and hefted the weight of the
whole arrangement, turning and tugging on it to see how
effective it was. The steel sheath was slightly shorter
than his flaccid penis, shortening his already less than
impressive member. It locked tight to the heavy chrome
ring that circled his scrotum, pushing his testes out to
the sides. Everything was solid heavy and tight. Walter
felt the weight of the device pull his genitalia
downwards and his urethra was beginning to itch already
because of the alien insertion.
He felt his penis try to thicken and lengthen as blood
and warmth returned, filling the steel sheath
completely. The intimate fondling of Becky's soft hands
weren't helping to keep him flaccid either.
Becky was certain that the only way this would come off
was with the key.
She couldn't be spending her time watching Walter to
make sure he didn't orgasm, so this would do the job for
her.
When Becky was a teenager she had read a saucy novel
about a Persian princess who had a harem of male slaves,
some were eunuchs and some were for breeding purposes,
only allowed orgasms when it pleased their mistress.
Becky had been incredibly turned on reading it, rubbing
herself to one orgasm after another until her clitoris
was swollen and raw. Now she had her own real life slave
to deny pleasure to.
Walter didn't know it yet, but he would not orgasm again
for a long time.
After satisfying herself that her slaves genitals were
locked away, Becky ordered him to his knees and,
spreading her thighs, ordered him to lick.
Walter bent to the now familiar task, feeling the weight
between his legs pulling his penis and testicles
downwards, and the steel sheath that housed his penis
tighten as he began to get erect performing this
intimate act for his young mistress.
***
A month or so later, Becky decided Walter needed a ball
stretcher.
The first evening, prior to his fitting, Walter steeped
his penis and scrotum in a container of hot water to
soften and relax his scrotal muscles. After fifteen
minutes Becky handed Walter the heavy chrome cylinders
as he stood before her naked, and ordered him to pull
his testicles downward as she applied the 'stretcher.'
Walter pulled his testicles downwards as hard as he
could, as Becky fitted the first cylinder around his
scrotum.
The cylinders were of various sizes, mostly about an
inch thick, one a half size and split in half, using an
allen key.
Walter felt his young mistress snap the ring around his
scrotum and lock it in place using the 'key' before
testing another for fit.
'Pull those balls homo' she grunted, trying to force
another ring around Walter's scrotum, but no matter what
way she tried, the full size ring would not fit. Walter
was relieved as his young mistress swapped it for a
'half ring' which she applied and tightened with the
'key.'
'Ok fucker' she murmured, reaching for his scrotum and
pulling it downwards, making sure the rings would not
slip off, 'every evening you will hang weights from
these rings. You will pull them down as hard as you can.
Next month we will swap the half ring for a full one.
God help you if it won't fit.'
***
Within six months Walter's balls hung six inches lower.
The rings were another torment for Walter. Between those
and the ring behind his balls, his scrotum was often
pinched and it was very uncomfortable to sit.
Things didn't get any better for Walter after that. His
father in law, William, died and, having no other
relatives, left his business to Walter.
Becky insisted he hire a manager to run the company, and
Walter found himself at his young mistress's home full
time. He spent his time cooking, cleaning and other
household chores.
His salary was paid directly into Becky's bank account,
which, coupled with her own generous salary, meant Becky
was well off. But she wanted more.
Becky and Bob decided to go their separate ways, after
Becky discovered Bob had other 'lady friends.' She took
out her anger on Walter, beating him for any infraction.
Real or fabricated.
He spent hours between her legs licking her to one
orgasm after another.
She demanded he learned how to fist himself, forcing his
fingers into his own rectum pulling and stretching his
hole until he could get all five fingers in, then
demanding he curl his fingers into a fist and 'punch
fuck' himself. Becky thought this was hilarious and kept
him at it for hours and, as usual recorded it all on her
digital phone, as Walter abused his own anus and cried
with pain and humiliation.
Larger and larger plugs were forced into his distended
ring as he loosened it with his own fist. When his
rectum was empty it gaped open, so Becky insisted he
wear a plug at all times. Walter could comfortably take
a three inch plug now.
Large household objects followed. Her particular
favourite were empty wine bottles, filled with crushed
ice and cold water, before being forced into his rectum.
Walter was made to do his housework while carrying the
frozen bottle deep in his colon, forbidden to remove or
even touch it. The freezing bottle gave him painful
stomach cramps and he did his housework in tears.
Becky used her largest strap on for hours at a time, a
nine inch monster that was two and a half inches thick
and had a bulbous head, driving it all the way home,
then pulling back to slam it home again, in what could
only be described as 'angry sex' as she whipped his back
and made him declare his love for her, and the things
she did to him, begging for more pain and humiliation.
Screaming out ideas to his young mistress on how he
might be humiliated even more. Becky insisted he assist
her in his own humiliation. Becky duly obliged his
requests.
When she wasn't using his tongue or his anus, and his
chores were done to her satisfaction, Becky kept her
slave on his knees, his hands behind his back, deep
throating a large silicone penis that was attached to a
mirror by a suction cup. Walter was forced to watch
himself, or the caricature of himself that he had become
as he sucked the entire length of the fake penis down
his throat. Other times Becky had him standing in the
corner of the living room, hands folded behind his back
and his nose pushed into the corner as she relaxed in an
armchair reading or watching television.
Sometimes Walter stood motionless for hours, his feet
burning in his high heeled shoes.
Becky had caught him sitting one day, resting his tired
feet, and after beating him with the cane again, she
taped small sharp pebbles onto the soles of his feet.
One under the ball of his big toe, and another under his
heel.
Walter was then made to put his stiletto heels back on,
and continue his housework. Walter never sat again
without being told.
Becky always found fault with his housework, an excuse
to beat him as he was draped across the back of the
sofa.
She made surprise inspections of the house, running her
finger over the top of the door frames or having her
naked slave move an armchair or sofa from the wall so
she could check for dust on the base board.
Then as a terrified Walter stood before his young
mistress, Becky informed him that he would be beaten and
why he was being beaten.
Becky loved to see the fear in Walter's eyes.
He was forbidden to grunt, flinch or clench as Becky
beat him.
If he did, the stroke was repeated.
Becky liked to see the angry purple stripes appear on
Walter's soft quivering buttocks, and the fact she could
inflict a beating like this on a submissive male, while
forcing him to remain still and silent, gave her immense
pleasure.
In fact, every time the cane slammed onto Walter's
reddening buttocks, Becky's clitoris tingled.
She started torturing him with lit cigarettes. Forcing
him to stand in the 'display' position as she gently ran
a lit cigarette around his testicles, making him squat
so she had access to his rectum, holding the smouldering
tobacco at the sensitive opening until he pulled away,
then beating him for moving. She handed him a part
finished cigarette, ordering him to stub it out on his
body, she didn't care where.
Walter cried and begged and Becky stubbed it out on his
face, taking her time, making sure to cause the maximum
of pain. He had a huge blister on his cheek that lasted
for three weeks and left a scar. Then she beat him with
the cane for not complying with her orders.
An hour later she again handed him a lit cigarette,
again ordering him to stub it out on his body. Walter
cried and begged again. This time Becky told him she
would stub it out in his eye. Walter believed her and,
gritting his teeth, he stubbed out the lit cigarette on
his thigh.
Becky beat him again for hesitating.
The next time Walter was ordered to stub out the
cigarette on his body, he did so immediately as Becky
laughed.
She ordered him to squeeze and punch his own testicles
as he stood before her, warning him that if she thought
he was holding back, she would show him some real pain.
Walter squeezed and punched until he was sick. Becky
laughed as she recorded him vomiting onto the floor,
then licking his own mess from the floor and swallowing
it again.
Becky also amused herself putting the filtered tips of
lit cigarette's in his nostrils as he knelt before her
and watching his eyes tear up and his breathing become
ragged as he inhaled the smoke from two cigarettes at a
time. He was forbidden to let them fall from his nose.
She made him coat his testicles and his circumcised
penis with chili paste, rubbing it well into the soft,
spongy glands before pushing it into his anus, then
laughed as Walter stood before her crying in pain as the
hot paste burned his most sensitive parts.
She also had more tattoo's added, to his horror.
His eyebrows were thickened and lengthened with Celtic
swirls, extended to drop down the side of his nose on
the inside, and curled around his eye socket on the
outside. 'Property of mistress Becky' was stamped on his
stomach, above his buttocks and on the back of his neck.
A slave collar was tattooed around his throat. It was a
two and a half inch wide, pink band edged in black with
a nameplate at the front, which spelled 'pinkie' in
thick black capital letters. The word 'slut' was
tattooed, in black with red 'flames' on his pelvis,
where his pubic hair would have been if he had any.
A perfect likeness of his own face was tattooed on his
back, sucking a large black penis.
It was instantly recognisable as Walter.
His anus was tattooed too. By the time the tattoo artist
was done, Walter had what looked like a serviceable
vagina where his bum hole was.
Labia minora and majora were tattooed onto the sensitive
skin around his anus and coloured an inviting red. He
ever had a lifelike clitoris peeking from behind it's
hood.
Becky was delighted with the outcome. In fact she was so
happy, she allowed the tattoo artist to be the first man
to use Walter's new 'vagina.'
And as yet another man grunted himself to a climax in
his bowels while Becky looked on smirking, a kneeling
Walter cried.
Glory holes were another favourite of Becky's.
Often Walter would be brought to back rooms in seedy sex
shops or porn theatre's where he would spend the day on
his knees sucking the anonymous erections that were
thrust through the holes drilled in the wooden
partition. A five dollar note would be pushed through
the letter box at head height before Walter would lift
the hatch to allow the penis to be pushed through, then
as the anonymous man watched a video of an enormous
breasted lady sucking one penis after another, Walter
engulfed the large glands in his mouth and sucked it to
orgasm as quickly as he could.
All this being recorded, and watched by the owner of the
sex shop.
Becky forced him to carry a clipboard and approach men
in public toilets. A humiliated Walter was forced to ask
strangers if he might be allowed to suck their penis's
and swallow their cum.
Walter was not allowed to come home without three
different signatures on his clipboard, giving his oral
skills marks out of ten. Anyone who wanted a repeat
performance could also leave their name and number, and
Becky would have Walter phone them for another 'date.'
Most evenings Walter came home from the men's toilets
with a black eye or a bloody nose, but he always had his
three signatures.
Then the piercings began. Becky had each of his ears
pierced in five places. Large silver grommets were
forced through his earlobes from which she hung large
thick rings, to lengthen his ears. She had heavy gauge
rings put horizontally through his enlarged nipples,
followed by vertical heavy gauge bars. A large grommet
was put in the septum of his nose. A piece had to be
removed from his septum to accommodate the grommet, from
which hung a heavy gauge ring. The ring was thick and
heavy and lay against his upper lip.
Walter could feel it jiggle about as he moved his head.
The ball on the ring touched his lower lip. Two smaller
rings were inserted on the outside of his nostrils. One
each side. His tongue was pierced four times. A large
gauge post was put through the middle of the flesh. It
was so long that his mouth wouldn't close properly. A
ring was put each side of his tongue, about half way
back and another bigger one pierced the tip. They all
clattered against his teeth as he tried to talk.
His cheeks were pierced and short barbells inserted.
Sometimes these were replaced with a bar that went in
through one cheek, straight through his mouth and out
through the other cheek.
The bridge of his nose was pierced with a bar, capped
with triangular tips. He could see these tips in his
peripheral vision.
Becky hung small bells from his nipples and septum,
saying she liked to hear him 'tinkle' around the house.
A couple of weeks later, Walter had all his teeth
removed, all the better to lick pussy and suck cock, he
was told.
Becky often brought home strange men after her nights
out, where Walter was made to participate in their
drunken 'lovemaking,' licking Becky's pussy to get her
wet, sucking her partners penis to hardness and then
licking up any bodily fluids afterwards. Some of her
partners seemed to be embarrassed for Walter, but some
giggled drunkenly as Becky ordered and slapped her slave
around.
Often when Walter was on his knees busy worshiping at
the hairy mound between his young mistress's legs, Becky
would fantasize about killing Walter.
She had a scenario already in her mind. Walter would be
brought to a forest where Becky would spend an hour or
so torturing the naked man. Then he would be made to
stand on a low stool that Becky would have him bring
with him.
Walter would be instructed to tie a rope around his
neck, the other end having been secured to a tree
branch, then Walter would be made to abuse himself,
masturbating his stiff penis while he was precariously
balanced on the low stool, naked except for his high
heels.
As he rubbed, Becky would tell him, that as he neared
the point of orgasm, he was to announce the approaching
orgasm and thank his mistress for allowing him to serve
her and for this one last climax, then as he began to
spurt he was to kick the stool out from under himself
and continue rubbing his erection.
Becky would tell him he would be left hanging from the
branch, naked and covered with his own spending, as she
made her way home alone. When he would eventually be
found, it would look like auto erotic asphyxiation, that
a heavily modified Walter has hung himself as he
pleasured himself in the woods.
The thoughts of a naked and modified Walter hanging
naked and dead, Becky having made him kick the stool out
from under himself, while he spurted his last ever
orgasm as he choked to death, caused Becky to explode in
climax every time.
Walter didn't know how close to death he had come
sometimes. Becky had gotten used to the lifestyle being
with Walter had given her.
The money from her salary, which she didn't have to earn
anymore, was a great help, especially as she had given
herself a couple of big raises lately.
Walter's salary was also paid into her bank account.
She had gotten used to the lifestyle the money had
brought her. Besides, Walter was a good 'househusband,'
keeping the house spic and span and the meals were on
time and tasted good.
Besides, if she got rid of Walter, she would be on her
own again, and it wouldn't be easy finding another sub
that she could torture like Walter.
Becky introduced her slave to porn as a way to make more
money. She hired him out to porn producers to act in
adult films. It started out as gay porn, fairly
mainstream stuff, but quickly descended into underground
S&M and other fetish stuff as Becky was offered more and
more money. Becky was happiest when Walter, a
heterosexual male, was made to perform with other males.
Becky was put up in 'no expenses spared' hotels by the
movie producers to be pampered, eating and drinking the
finest food and drink they had to offer as Walter was
bundled into the back of a van and driven to the 'set.'
The 'set' was usually a deserted warehouse somewhere,
that had been rigged out with bright lights and many
professional looking movie cameras.
Walter was introduced to the 'delights' of bestiality,
getting fucked by dogs, sheep, pigs, goats and donkeys.
These male animals were aroused by the smell of female
animals in heat. The female animals were kept concealed.
Walter was made to finger the sex organs of the on heat
female animals, then transfer the fluid gathered from
their engorged vaginas to his anus and mouth. He was
made to lick the sex organs of the female animals,
before being forced to fuck them.
Then he was made to suck and eventually fuck, the
rampant male animals put in front of him.
Walter was pissed and shit on by his animal lovers and
was bitten, kicked and knocked down while attempting to
'mate' with various animals.
Hard core gay S&M was also a favourite, and Walter often
found himself bound and gagged as large naked and masked
men sodomised him, pushing rampant erections down his
throat, while beating him with whips, canes, chains and
belts, driving large needles in and out of his soft
tissue, burning his flesh with cigarettes and hot metal,
as a terrified Walter, nearly mad with pain, screamed
himself hoarse.
Other women were brought to the 'set' and Walter was
made to attack them, beating them and ripping their
clothes off and eventually raping them, all being
recorded.
He was forced to participate in child sex movies,
abusing small children.
Licking and fingering small hairless vagina's or
kneeling down to suck pre-teen cock's before turning to
be sodomised and beaten by underage boys. Becky made a
lot of money from Walter's porn movies.
One evening, as Walter knelt massaging his young
mistress feet, she informed him they were going tomorrow
to visit his sons. Walter hadn't seen his boys in five
years and thanked Becky.
Next morning, naked except for his high heels and a cape
around his shoulders, Walter drove With Becky in the
back, the short distance to Lucinda's house. As usual he
removed his cape and entered the living room naked,
being careful not to cover his genitals.
His sons were lying on the floor naked. They were
embracing and making out like teenage lovers. Arms
around each other's bodies, kissing deeply, wetly,
slowly, as they stroked and rubbed gently on each
other's erections. Walter noticed their slim bodies were
hairless apart from the long blond hair on their heads,
which was in pigtails.
Lucinda and that woman Elizabeth were sitting in easy
chairs watching his sons. There was a naked older man on
his hands and knees on the coffee table being buggered
by Lucinda's father who was also naked. Walter watched
the large erect penis slide with ease back and forth in
the other mans greased rectum. He noticed the scars and
bruises on the strange mans back and buttocks,
testifying that he had suffered many years of physical
abuse.
There was an older woman also in an easy chair. She had
her back to Walter but he guessed she was in her
sixties. Walter assumed she was with the strange man.
Lucinda and Elizabeth approached Walter and as Becky
pointed out the body modifications she had done, Walter
noticed the older woman move to stand behind him. He
felt her hands stroke his back, down over his buttocks
and one hand slide around to the front to cup his
testicles, the other cupping and fondling his enhanced
breasts.
'Well, boy,' he heard the woman whisper in his ear, as
she gently hefted his genitals in the chastity device,
'Aren't you going to say hello to your dear old mum?'
Walter felt his blood drain away as he realised the
woman lifting and tugging on his imprisoned genitalia
was his mother. And the man getting sodomised on the
coffee table was his father.
Walter heard the other women giggling as his mother
moved round to stand in front of him, all the time
tugging and squeezing his full heavy testicles. 'You're
a naughty boy,' she continued, 'You sneaked away in the
middle of the night, we never knew if you were alive or
dead, your poor father missed you terribly, give your
old mum a kiss sonny boy, there's a good lad.'
Walter watched as his own mother, his own flesh and
blood leaned in for the kiss, pushing her cold slimy
tongue deep into his mouth. Walter felt his stomach
heave at the cold sour taste of his mothers tongue as
she forced it into his mouth as far as she could. He
felt her tongue touch his toothless gums and pull away
startled as she discovered his teeth were gone.
'Open your mouth bitch' she ordered and Walter opened
his mouth as wide as he could, pulling his lips back to
show his mother his gums.
Walter's mother put her thumb into her sons mouth,
running the digit across the smoothness where his teeth
used to be.
'Oh that's nice,' she breathed, 'I'm sure your father
will appreciate that soft toothless mouth a little
later,' Walter began to sob as her meaning sank in and
as the tears ran down his face he heard the other women
giggle.
Walter stood motionless as his mother turned her
attention to his enhanced breasts with their pierced
nipples, hefting them in the palms of her hands, rubbing
her thumbs across his large nipples making the bells
sing out, as Becky pointed out his other modifications
to the delighted women.
Walter's mother had changed little over the years,
Walter noticed. She was still handsome and had a body
that had stood up well to the passage of time. She still
had the large soft heavy breasts that he remembered and
her belly was still rounded and full. As Walter stood
naked before his mother, feeling her warm, soft hands
tug and pull on his imprisoned genitalia, he felt his
penis try to stiffen inside its narrow steel prison.
Later the women relaxed, fully satisfied after many
orgasms on the tongues of the naked men. The men had
been busy. The women had swapped them around, then
compared stamina and technique. Walter listened red
faced as he heard his mother talk about his skills at
cunninglus, comparing him favourably with his own
father. He had been moved from vulva to vulva
experiencing the different tastes and odours from the
different women, and the saliva left there by the man
before him.
The other men were dispatched to bring a heavy wooden
table into the living room and as Walter stood naked
before his mother and she examined his various tattoo's,
piercings and large enhanced breasts, he noticed his
sons set up professional looking lights and video
equipment.
'Ok bitches, line up' Lucinda ordered, as the equipment
was at last set up to her satisfaction. 'None of you
have had an orgasm in a while, but you will have self
control tonight. There will be no cumming without
permission. Anyone cums without permission will wish
they had never been born. Get on the table and 'make
love.' I want to see all hands busy and all holes
filled. If you see an empty hole, fill it. If you see an
empty hand, fill it. If your own holes or hands are
empty, get them filled up. I want to see everyone
sucking and fucking. I want plenty of kissing and making
out. I want to hear moaning and grunting and sounds of
pleasure. When I turn on the cameras, I don't expect to
have to give any more instruction.'
Walter climbed onto bench with the other naked men, his
naked twin sons and his naked father, plus Lucinda's
father. Lucinda and the other women turned on the lights
and Walter was surprised at how bright and hot they
were. The women turned on the cameras and Walter noticed
that nothing could be seen behind the brightness of the
lights.
Immediately Walter felt someone grab his ears and force
a large penis into his toothless mouth, while someone
else filled his rectum with fingers. He could hear the
man whose cock he was sucking kissing someone else wetly
and he reached blindly to handle a cock or scrotum.
For two hours the silent women kept the five naked men
on the table busy. Walter was fucked numerous times, as
he was sure all the men were. He sucked many different
erections, as he was sure all the men did. He realised
his own sons, and his father had sodomised him, but he
was also sure his humiliation wasn't over yet. Lucinda
was delighted with the video footage, assuring the other
women that when the tape was edited there would be at
least an hour of good film. That would be copied many
times and sold in the various sex shops that were owned
by friends of hers.
Walter cried again at hearing this, much to the delight
of his mother.
After a short rest Walter was put on his knees on the
bench. The other men were instructed to sodomise him,
cum in his rectum and then move to the front to have
their cocks cleaned in his toothless mouth. His two sons
were to go first.
After his sons had deposited their load in their fathers
rectum, Lucinda's father moved behind Walter and pushed
his erect member into Walter's bowels with one push.
After five minutes of sawing the rampant member in and
out of the greased hole, Walter felt the other man
stiffen and slam his penis to the hilt, as he spurted
his load into Walter's colon.
As the softening penis was slid from his rectum and
pushed toward his mouth to be cleaned, Walter noticed
his mother and Lucinda in conversation. This is not
good, Walter thought.
Walter and his father stood in the centre of the room,
as ordered by his mother. They were embracing and
kissing like teenage lovers. Walter's chastity device
had been removed by Becky, the first time in years, and
his cock grew to erection immediately. Now his father's
hand was slowly stroking Walter's erect member and
Walter was doing the same for his father as their
tongues snaked in and out of each other's mouths. The
women were sitting in easy chairs watching the show.
The other three naked men were busy between the legs of
the women again.
Walter's mother had one of her grandsons on his knees,
his face buried between her widespread fleshy thighs,
his head bobbing up and down as he licked furiously at
the wet hole between his grandmothers legs.
Walter dropped to his knees in front of his father and
slid his lips around the hard penis in front of him,
sliding his toothless gums up and down the shaft,
licking the swollen head with his tongue, pushing
forward to take the full length down his throat, pushing
his tongue out to lick his father's heavy scrotum.
Walter's father had been warned not to orgasm, he was
well trained, thanks to the numerous beatings meted out
by his wife, but he was finding it difficult not to cum
in his sons warm sucking mouth.
After ten minutes of fellating his father, Walter was
ordered to stand and bend over the bench. His father was
ordered to mount his son.
Walter relaxed his anus, pushing slightly to allow
easier entry, as he felt his father's erection poking
between his buttocks.
Thanks to the numerous loads deposited already in his
well used rectum, lubricant wasn't needed. His father
pushed hard, burying his erection to the hilt before
pulling back to slam home again. Keeping a firm grip on
Walter's hips he sawed in and out of the greased hole
for a few minutes before asking for permission to cum.
Permission was granted and Walter felt his father speed
up his assault on his sons colon. Finally, with one
final lunge, he spewed his hot cum into Walter's rectum.
Seconds later, after getting his breath back, Walter
felt his father drop to his knees behind him to lick and
suck his own spending from his sons tender anus.
Next came the part that Walter was dreading. Walter
stood and faced his father as the older man dropped to
his knees. Walter stood motionless as his father sucked
his sons semi erect penis into his well practiced mouth
and slid his lips up and down the rapidly expanding
organ. It had been a long time since Walter's penis had
been treated this gently and he could feel his testicles
tighten as he struggled not to cum. Finally after what
seemed like hours, but was only minutes, Becky ordered
Walter's father to stand and bend across the wooden
bench, telling Walter that he had better enjoy this
fuck, as it would be his last for a long time.
Walter lined up his erection with the large greased hole
between his father's buttocks and pushed gently. His
glands opened the hole easily, testifying that his
father's anus had seen plenty of action. Walter kept up
steady pressure, watching his erect member slowly sink
into his father's rectum. Despite the shame and
humiliation, it felt wonderful. Finally, when his penis
had sunk as far as it could, Walter gripped his father
by the hips and started to fuck the older man, using
long deep strokes, gasping at the wonderful feelings in
his long imprisoned penis.
It wasn't long before Walter felt himself building
towards an orgasm as he fucked his own father. He wanted
to stop, or at least slow down to savour the feelings,
but knew he could not stop without permission.
'Keep going pinky' he heard Becky snigger. He glanced at
her and wasn't surprised to see her recording the whole
sordid act.
'No coming without permission' she ordered.' Walter
tried to concentrate on something else to control his
orgasm. He thought about his fake breasts and his
tattoo's. He thought about his bald head, his toothless
mouth and the bells tinkling in his nose and nipples. He
thought about all the homosexual acts he was forced to
perform. He thought about the beatings and the
degradation.
He thought about his mother watching him sodomise his
own father and about his son between the widespread legs
of his own grandmother licking her to one orgasm after
another. Finally he was given permission by Becky to
orgasm. Walter sped up his attack on his father's
rectum, holding the older man's hips tightly as he used
long deep strokes. Seconds later he threw his head back
and cried out, as he pumped his sticky load into his
father's rectum.
Walter only had his breath back when Becky ordered him
to his knees for 'cleanup duties.' the tears sprang once
again to Walter's eyes as he sank to his knees behind
his father and, putting his lips to the older man's
anus, sucked his own ejaculate, mixed with faeces, from
his father's rectum.
Once a month or so, all the ladies, including his mother
would gather at Lucinda's house to have a little
'family' get-together where a humiliated Walter was made
to serve drinks, food and sexual services to the men and
women his wife invited. Walter's sons and his father
were required to fuck Walter and have their cocks sucked
by him. Walter's mother particularly liked to watch her
husband fuck Walter's arse as he sucked on one of his
sons erect penis's. Walter's mother liked to have one of
her grandsons licking between her legs as she watched
the men in her family 'getting gay' with one another.
These were particularly difficult times for Walter, as
many of the people invited by his wife, or the other
dominant ladies in his life, were known to him, and to
be used as a sex slave, dressed as Walter was dressed,
made him cringe with embarrassment every time.
One weekend Walter was once again brought to the 'film
set' in the back of a blacked out van. The set was made
to look like a hospital surgery room. A heavy
gynecologist chair was in the centre of the room, bags
of fluid hung from stands and trays of shiny operating
tools were neatly laid out nearby. Walter assumed he was
going to participate in a medical fetish movie of some
sort.
Three beautiful Amazonian women, dressed in nurses
uniforms, approached Walter as the cameras started to
roll. Walter was gently caressed as the three women
undressed him, stroking each body part as it was
exposed, taking turns to kiss him on the mouth, gently,
softly, pushing their soft tongues into his open mouth,
kissing his neck, licking his ears, burrowing their
tongues inside as they gently pinched his nipples and
stroked his body.
Walter hadn't felt this good in a long, long time and
his penis tried to react in its steel prison. This was
sweet torture to Walter. This was what he had always
fantasised about in his submissive dreams. Strong women
caressing and pleasuring him. A small bit of hand
spanking.
Plenty of orgasms. Not the pain and humiliation heaped
on him by Lucinda and Becky.
When he was naked, Walter was led to the heavy chair in
the centre of the room and helped to sit.
His legs were placed in stirrups and pulled far apart
and pushed backwards, giving unobstructed access to his
genitals and anus. Many, many leather straps were pulled
about his naked body and cinched tight. Across his chest
and stomach. Around his neck. Across his forehead. At
his elbows and wrists. At his knees, thighs and ankles.
Walter was held motionless and could only watch the
women as they began to kiss and caress each other,
slowly undressing each other.
Walter's penis was in agony in his steel prison as it
tried to expand, but he couldn't take his eyes off the
three women slowly caressing and stripping each other in
front of him.
For an hour or more Walter lay strapped to the chair,
motionless, as the three women teased him. Touching each
other, pushing fingers into each other's vaginas and
transferring the wetness to Walter's sucking mouth.
Finally one of the women sat on a low stool which she
had placed between Walter's widespread legs.
The plug was removed from his distended anus and Walter
felt the woman probe his anal ring with her gloved
fingers.
First one, then two of the lubricated fingers were
pushed into his rectum.
Eventually the woman had her fist fully lodged in his
anal passage.
One of the other women unlocked and slowly removed his
chastity device. Walter grunted with relief as the
central prong was slowly removed from his urethra and
his erection thickened and lengthened to full size, the
first time in years.
Walter gasped with pleasure as the third woman bent to
lick the head of his erection, before sucking it into
her mouth wetly, bobbing her head up and down on the
rampant flesh before standing straight to masturbate him
in her soft hand.
A small greased 'sound' was slowly pushed into Walter's
urethra, before being slowly withdrawn again, only to be
pushed down the length of his piss slit again and again,
as the other two women caressed him and each other.
Walter was aware of two cameras being moved closer, to
record between his widespread legs, another one
recording his face.
Walter looked at the large full colour monitor on the
wall behind the woman between his legs, and could see
what was being recorded.
As his orgasm quickly approached, Walter felt the woman
between his legs take his scrotum in her left hand,
squeezing gently.
In the monitor on the wall he could clearly see her soft
hand, clad in surgical latex, lift the full, heavy
testicles away from his body.
He also saw her lay a surgical scalpel, clasped in her
right hand, on his scrotum, between his bulging
testicles.
Walter wasn't sure what was happening. The soft hand
masturbating his penis was quickly bringing him to the
point of orgasm, but he couldn't take his eyes from the
monitor and the image of his scrotum balled in the hand
of the woman between his legs, or the razor sharp
scalpel in her other hand gently moving across his
testes.
As Walter felt his penis begin to convulse and years of
backed up semen was spurted high in the air, to land in
pools on his stomach, in what was to be Walter's last
ever orgasm , he felt the woman slice open his scrotum.
Walter screamed as he watched the monitor and saw his
scrotum open up like ripe fruit. He screamed again and
watched as the woman sliced his scrotum from the base of
his penis nearly to his anus, straight down the centre
of his ball bag.
He screamed again as the woman reached into the gaping
wound to catch his testicles between her fingers, gently
pulling the fleshy orbs through the opening, cutting and
pulling to free them, then letting them dangle, still
attached by the spermatic cords, muscles and arteries,
along his anal cleft.
Walter was beyond screaming as he watched the woman
begin to cut his scrotum away, cutting off the loose
skin as his testes dangled free.
Walter watched as she mopped up the blood and fluid with
a pad of cloth, before gently lifting his exposed testes
in the palm of her hand.
Walter watched as the woman gently stroked her thumb
across his raw testes, feeling their weight and gently
squeezing them in her hand.
He felt sick to his stomach at what he had seen on the
monitor.
He watched as the woman dipped the scalpel back into his
empty bag and with a flick of her wrist, Walter watched
his testicles fall free one after the other. Walter
gasped in shock as the woman left Walter's amputated
testicles on his stomach and return to his scrotum.
Walter began to scream again as the woman began to
stitch back the gaping wound in his empty scrotum,
pulling it tight, taking up the slack before stitching
the raw ends together.
Walter stopped screaming as he felt one of the other
women empty a hypodermic into his shoulder and as the
woman between his legs continued to pull and stitch his
empty scrotum, Walter drifted into a drug induced sleep.
Walter was kept drugged for more than a week to let him
recover from blood loss and shock.
Becky, of course was well paid for Walter's injury's.
A few weeks later Walter was brought to the hospital
again to have the makeshift surgery examined.
The surgeon found a small amount of infection so a
couple of days later, Walter once again went back under
the knife. Becky had Walter sign papers, and double the
surgeon's fee to cut away all the fleshy scrotum,
leaving just the shaft of his penis.
After the surgery the doctor prescribed testosterone for
Walter, but Becky disagreed, informing Walter that as he
wasn't a man anymore, there was no need for him to take
'man' tablets. Instead, she decided, he would take
estrogen for the rest of his life.
***
After six months of taking high doses of estrogen,
Walter noticed a difference in himself. His breast
tissue enlarged and softened along with his hips and
buttocks. His waist got smaller and his face softened.
His voice was pitched higher and he began to look more
'womanly.'
His chastity device was discarded, and his penis shrank
until it was less than two inches long. Becky thought
this was hilarious and inserted a hollow plastic rod up
his urethra. The rod had nodules every inch or so that
prevented it from falling out. Becky pushed it in about
seven inches, until the full length was inside his
urethra, keeping his small cock standing out from his
hairless groin, giving the impression that Walter had a
two inch erection. She had his cock head pierced and a
small bell was hung from the tip.
Becky took him back to the salon again to have laser
hair removal on his head. Now Walter hadn't a hair on
his entire body.
Becky decided she didn't like his bald head so she had
obscene tattoos put on instead. Spurting, erect penis's
were tattooed on in abundance.
At the next monthly party, Walter heard Becky's guests
laugh out loud when they saw Walter with his tattoos and
two inch erection, staggering around on his high heels,
bells tinkling. Walter, at this stage, was nearly beyond
caring.
As the 'freak' stepped out into the sunshine with
another tray of chilled drinks, he saw his mother beckon
him over to where she was slowly fondling his father's
erection. He saw his adult sons, naked except for high
heeled boots and bow-ties, hand around trays of finger
food, their penis's erect thanks to the Viagra, cock
rings and the constant handling of the party guests. He
saw Lucinda relaxed in a tiny bikini, on a sun lounger,
her father, naked, applying sun block on her back and
shoulders. He saw Becky and her camera, recording
everything as usual.
He saw everybody turn to watch this heavily modified
'man' made his way to stand before his mother and
father, red faced, before dropping to his knees to take
his father's erect penis between his lips, sliding his
toothless gums forward and back on the hardness. No
matter how many times he had to perform this intimate,
incestuous act on his father, it filled him with shame
and revulsion.
He was aware of the audience turning to watch and as he
heard his father begin to grunt and twitch, preparing to
shoot his seed into his sons softly sucking mouth,
Walter knew this wouldn't be the last time as his mother
seemed to take great pleasure from watching her 'son'
sucking his own fathers erection and swallowing his cum.
'Permission to have a squirty mummy' Walter heard his
father ask and permission given, Walter soon felt his
mouth fill with his father's sour sperm and swallowed it
down.
Walter was sent on his way with the tray of drinks
again, and his mother handed his father a small quirt
and bade him follow Walter around lashing at his legs,
buttocks and back.
'Keep that bitch moving' Walter heard her order his
father, and as he moved to circulate with the drinks
tray, Walter's father followed him closely lashing at
him liberally.
The quirt didn't hurt, but it stung a bit and Walter's
father lashed at his son as hard as he could, following
him around as he handed out drinks to the grinning
guests.
The tray empty, Walter made his way back to the kitchen
to fetch more, closely followed by his father still
beating him.
The next time Walter emerged into the sunshine, a table
had been pulled over by the pool and he was 'invited' to
lie on his back on the table.
The body of the table was short and his head hung over
one side. His sons were then told to take their pleasure
from their father, one to use his mouth, the other his
anus.
Walter, tears squeezing from the corners of his eyes,
grunted around the cock pushing its way down his throat
as his other son forced his thick erection in between
his buttocks.
Walter was rocked back and forth between his two sons as
they roughly fucked him from either end as his father
still slashed at his stomach and breasts with the quirt.
Finally sated, his two sons were sent back to serve
drinks as Walter was called from one group to another of
his wife's friends to be examined, as Lucinda looked on
smiling.
Becky was also smiling as she recorded the whole thing.
As Walter stood motionless, being groped by men and
women alike he felt his sons ejaculate slip from his
distended anus and trickle down his legs. This was not
be the last load that would seep from his anus before
this night was over.
Now as he gazed out the window at the 'party' Walter
wished things had been different. He wished Tommy Harris
hadn't gone away. He wished Mary hadn't died. He wished
he hadn't ran away from his parents home that fateful
night. But most of all he wished he had never saw
Lucinda on the internet that night ten years ago.
Now as he checked himself in the mirror one last time,
he stepped briskly out into the sunshine to continue his
servant duties, making his bells tinkle and his breasts
bounce.
The End
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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