My father left my mother when I was not quite 2 years old. He went to live with another man. My mother made that very clear to me my whole life, just as she made it clear to me how wrong and sick that was. She told me my father wanted nothing to do with me, and I never really thought much about him in the next eight years.
Mom died in a car accident just two weeks before my tenth birthday. I thought it was my fault. You see I had discovered just a month or so before that I could hold the shower head (one of those adjustable massager kinds) over my dick when I was taking a bath and I would get the coolest sensation ever, and then a little fluid would spurt out of my cock. I didn't tell anyone I could do that, because I thought that it meant I was gay, and then my mom would hate me as much as she hated my father. When she died, I was sure she had left because of what I had been doing (about 5 or 6 times) in the previous month. Worst of all, my grandparents were also deceased, so I was told I was going to live with my dad.
I remember being presented to him by the pastor of my mom's church just after the funeral was over. We went back to my house and he helped me pack my things. He was 32, tall, and really nice to me. The way my mother had always described him, he was some kind of ogre or something in my mind. But he wasn't like that at all.
Half way through packing I just broke down and started to cry. He held me gently and rubbed my back. I distinctly remember getting a hardon as he held me, and I felt warmth and love from his touch. I let all the emotions I had bottled up out and told him I was responsible for her death. When I had explained what had happened, he told me gently but firmly that I was wrong. That what I had discovered was just a part of growing up and had nothing to do with mom's accident. I didn't believe him at first, but I soon realized he was right.
Later that night, I got used to my new room. It was fucking huge. My new bedroom was nearly as big as my old house. I had an entertainment center, my own bathroom, computer workstation, and a shitload more stuff. Dad told me that my mom had never let him visit me, and that was okay, but now he wanted to make up for lost time and lost presents. I was only too happy to accept.
One week to the day after moving in with Dad, he introduced me to his current lover, Mike. Mike was 18 or 19 years old and in his first year of college. He was blonde, handsome, and buff. I could see why Dad liked him so much. Dad and I had a talk the night before and I said I didn't mind if Mike continued to live in the house with us. The house was huge, and I didn't mind at all.
That night, about two hours after I had gone to bed I was awoke by the sound of a scream. I didn't know what was wrong, and I was scared, but I climbed out of bed and went to investigate. The hallway was kind of cold because all I was wearing was fruit-of-the-loom briefs, and a pair of socks. The sounds continued and I followed them to the door to the basement, a place I had not yet explored in the house. I crept down the stairs and down another hallway to where the sounds of moans, and occasional screams were coming. I carefully turned the knob on the door and peeked in.
I had once looked at a magazine that showed naked women strung up by ropes and things and being whipped by a guy. That is pretty much what I saw. Mike was hanging from a large "x" shaped piece of wood and his arms were stretched wide and his wrists were buckled down right to the wood. My Dad was standing behind him, whipping his back and ass. The whip was traveling faster than I could see. I quickly slid into the room and hid behind a foam padded wooden pony. I knelt behind the pony and watched.
Mike had a huge plastic cock sticking out of his ass, and there were pins stuck in his nipples and his cock and balls. His balls were tied to a string that was weighted down by little tiny dumbbells. His cock was rock hard and dripping cum. His face was bright red, in fact his whole body was red, and I could see the stripes across his chest and tummy where my dad must have beaten him. Mike was moaning really loudly now. I couldn't take my eyes off Mike the way he seemed to be both in pain and ecstasy at the same time.
My dad said, "Yeah, fucker! Take it! Take it now! Cheat on me with one of your college buddies, eh? I'll teach you a little bit about fidelity tonight right here and now." Dad then kicked at the big plastic dildo in Mike's ass and Mike let out a yelp, and then screamed as Dad brought down the whip across his shoulders hard enough to make blood splatter!
Mike was moaning, "I'm sorry daddy. Please forgive me papa. I won't ever see David again, I promise! Please, please, stop now. I can't take any more now daddy". Dad dropped the whip and walked around to Mike's frontside. He pulled all the pins out of Mike and untied the weight from his balls. He undid Mike's wrists and he dropped to the floor. Mike stuck his butt up in the air and dad pulled the plastic dick out (Mike screamed LOUD when dad did that) and I got to see buttfucking for the first time in my life. In just a few minutes Dad had cum inside Mikes butt, and Mike had shot a load onto the floor. Dad climbed off Mike, pushed his face down to the floor, and said, "Lick up your goo, don't leave it their for me to slip in". Mike licked up all his cum. If I hadn't been so enthralled by what I had just seen, I might have rubbed my rock solid 4 1/2 cock that was sticking straight out of my underwear, but I just couldn't move. Then I sneezed.
I figured I was really in for it now. I had sneezed and my father spun around and our eyes locked. My mouth hung open and I couldn't say anything. He was nearly as speechless. I heard him say, "Sam, wait" as I ran out the door, down the hall, up the stairs, and down the hall to my room in record time. I slammed my door shut and waited. Ten minutes went by and I thought it was over. Then I heard my fathers footsteps outside my door. He came in and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"I am so very, very sorry" he said. "When you were outside playing yesterday Mike and I tested the sound from the dungeon to here and we thought there was no way you could hear us way down there. I'm so, so sorry."
"What are YOU sorry for dad," I asked, "I'm the one who went in where I wasn't invited. I thought you were going to be mad at me." "Of course I'm not mad, son, I'm just concerned that you might have misunderstood what was going on." "You punished Mike because he had sex with a guy that wasn't you" "Well, yes, but that's only part of it. Mike likes to be hurt like that when he has sex. It's what makes him excited."
Dad saw the tentpole in my shorts. My mind was replaying everything I had seen over and over and I hadn't lost my hard on. Dad gently reached over to me and lowered my shorts. "I see you enjoyed what you saw", he said. "Think hard now; who were you identifying with the most -- me or Mike?" I hadn't really thought of it that way, but now that he said something I remembered that I couldn't take my eyes off Mike. The way his face contorted when he screamed, the way his whole body shook and had turned red. "I think it was Mike. He called you daddy and when he did, just for s split second I wondered if someday when I was a man, if you would do that to me."
Dad smiled and said, "Son, if you can get this hard at the age of ten, then you are already a man." His face turned to stone and for the first time since I knew him I was frightened. He grabbed me roughly and swung me around on the bed. He ripped my shorts off me and I let out a yelp. He positioned me face down and shoved my little legs under me, so that my ass was sticking up in the air. With one hand he started to jerk my cock, really hard, and the other he spanked me with. I had never had a spanking in my life, and this one is one I can remember to this day. He pulled no punches, and laid down slaps on both of my cheeks, while continuing to jerk my cock. I was surprised by all this and I was screaming at the top of my little lungs. He suddenly bent down and shoved his face into my ass, and stuck his tongue up my asshole. He continued to jerk me off and slapped my thighs. Suddenly I was in the middle of the biggest cum of my life. Stars shot all around me, and I blacked out.
When I woke up the next morning, I was still sore from the spanking, and my dick was sore from being pulled on so hard, but it was still fully hard, and I guessed fully functional. I moaned a little getting out of bed, and the pain started to go away as I showered. I put on a robe, but no other clothes, and went down to breakfast. Dad was already there, making toast, eggs and bacon as usual. He to wore a robe and nothing else. Usually Mike sat at the table fully clothed, but this morning he was naked, except for a dog collar, and kneeling at a dog dish on the floor. Life had certainly changed a bit overnight.
As we ate, dad talked, "You have the whole day to think about what I am going to tell you now. I expect an answer tonight before you go to bed. You have three paths to choose from: first, if you want to go away to a boarding school I will send you to the very best. Or Mike and I can "do our thing" in quiet private and never let you get involved again. Or you can join with us 100%. If you choose to join in what we like to do, you will have to be in all the way. Mike will now tell you what you can expect your new life to be like, should you choose to join us."
Mike let out a howl and then barked and barked. Like a dog. Dad said, "Shut up, doggy. Your Mike again for the next hour." Mike said, "Thank you daddy." Then he looked right at me. "It's very simple. You have to orgasm twice a day, at least, and be ready to do it right when daddy tells you too. Daddy will instruct and punish you as he sees fit. You will learn about being a servant, enjoying pain and punishment, and serving as a toilet boy. Daddy will love you, hurt you and fuck you in every way possible. You will serve him in every way. It will be hard and sometimes painful, but it will be worth it as you found out last night. Daddy isn't out to damage you permanently, but to hurt you enough to make you have the best orgasms in the whole wide world."
I was given the whole day to make my decision. That night when Daddy and Mike got ready to go down to the dungeon, I gave them my decision. I was going to...
I was naked and my cock was hard. I got down on my knees in front of my father and lowered my head. I said only one word. "Please". With a sudden movement my father kicked me in the gut and I fell over backward, all the air whooshing out of my gut. Like two pumas pouncing on their prey, my father and Mike lunged at me and I was really, really scared. I think I started to cry. Mike grabbed my arms roughly and dad grabbed me by my legs. They carried me downstairs, twisting and pulling at me the whole time. Before I knew what was happening, I was suspended by my wrists from the big "x". My legs were secured down as well, and Mike was giggling as my father said, "Now you will see the life you have chosen for yourself. You will experience pain unlike anything you have ever felt before. And you will beg for more -- much more." Mike stuffed a gag in my mouth and tied it tight behind my head. Father took a handful of clothespins from a nearby shelf and clipped one to my right nipple.
Pain shot through my whole chest and it felt like I was having a heart attack. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, and I could hear the scream stuck in my throat. Dad didn't stop there. He put another pin on my left nipple, and the pain shot through me again. He clipped four all the way around my little innie bellybutton. He put them on my tummy, five or six of them. He clipped several to my ears and one to my right nostril. He clipped five or six to my lips. I couldn't believe the sharp, stabbing pains in my nipples were going away. I knew the clothes pins were still there, but the pain was melting into a kind of throbbing that felt nice. Father must have sensed it because he grabbed both clothespins on my nipples and squeezed them hard. I screamed louder than ever, and it felt like he had ripped my nipples right off of me. He knelt in front of me to discover what I had already known.
I was still rock hard and ready to go. My cock was at its tiny extreme of 4 1/2 inches, and it throbbed and bobbed up and down in beat with my heart. He carefully avoided my cock and clipped four clothespins to my ballsack. Words cannot describe the pain I was in, so I won't even try. My body started to shake in convolutions, and father saw I had had enough. He grabbed my dick and stuck it in his mouth. He roughly ran his teeth back and forth across the head and made tiny bites on the head. I immediately shot a huge load of watery cum right into his mouth. Mike was already taking the pins off of me as dad sucked. In fact Mike timed it so that he pulled, not squeezed and removed, but pulled the pins off my nipples. The pain rocketed through my body just as I shot my load. That was the last thing I remembered before once again falling into the darkness.
I had a dream while I was hanging there. I dreamt that dad and Mike had taken me down from the "x" and put me on the floor. Mike fucked my mouth while dad fucked my ass. I came ten times while they were doing that to me. Then I started to wake up.
While I was unconscious, dad and Mike had took off all of the pins, but left me tied up. I was told upon awaking that I was out for about 15 minutes. Dad looked concerned now and gently stroked my face. "Now that you've gotten a small, very small taste of what's in store for you, all you have to say is the word 'school' and we'll get you down, cleaned up and ready to go off to a boarding school tomorrow." "S...S...SC...school...." I gasped, and Dad's face shown of disappointment, but he nodded and reached over to unhook my left wrist. "Fu...fuck school." I managed to bleat out. Dad stepped back and smiled a very wicked smile at me. "Fuck with me will you?" he asked, "So now I get to fuck with you. Mike bring me a bullwhip." Mike's eyes got huge and he started to say something in protest, but Dad glared at him and he shrugged his shoulders and walked over to the wall to get the whip down.
As dad cracked the whip the first time in the air, my eyes got huge and I started to think I had made the wrong choice, a very wrong choice. Dad walked right up to me and whispered, "Look carefully at my back". He spun around and I looked at his back. It was muscular, and I saw faint light red marks both vertical and horizontal across his shoulder blades, down his back, and all the way down to his ass. "When I was 11, I walked in on my father and his lover in our old barn. Like you, I had a choice to stay away or join in. I joined in and my life was never the same. Yours will be just like mine. Permanent scars from your first real taste of the bullwhip. Mike will put a ball gag in your mouth to keep you from biting off your tongue, but you are going to get the beating of your lifetime tonight. Remember, I love you..."
I was very scared then, and I wasn't sure I wanted to go through with this. But Mike had already put the gag in my mouth and cinched it down really tight. Mike got two video cameras and began to record the proceedings. When I saw Mike close his eyes as I heard my father move behind me, I knew it was going to start. My whole body instinctively tensed up, and I sucked in a huge load of air into my lungs.
I thought I had been shot. The crack of the bullwhip, the force of the explosion on my back, the searing pain that shot straight through me, and the second wave of pain that coursed through my whole body made me believe that my father had shot me with a gun and I was going to die. Somewhere in the distance I hear my father say "One" and I heard Mike scream at the top of his lungs. As I heard the "whoosh" of the whip for the second blow, I realized it was not Mike that I heard scream, it was me. Even through the ball gag in my mouth, I had let loose a primal scream. The second blow, much to my surprise and shock, was 10 times worse than the first. I could feel my skin tearing away where the two welts met at my shoulder blades, and I started to loose consciousness. Mike saw I was about to black out, and waved smelling salts under my nose. The pungent odors brought me back into painful reality, but as the whip connected with my tiny frame the third time, I looked down, and to my amazement, saw that my dick was still rock hard. Even though I was not enjoying this, my cock certainly was.
Father stopped at five blows and let me catch my breath. He walked around to my front and grabbed my hard dick. "You know, of course, that if this little rod of yours had gone soft by now, I would have quit." he smirked at me and went back to work on my back. I could feel the blood running down my back and legs, and when I looked down at the floor, there was spatters of blood all over and a small pool right below me. Father smacked me a total of 10 times with that bullwhip, each blow harder than the last, and then stopped. Mike had jerked himself off while watching my pain, and when dad was done he helped in cleaning and dressing my wounds. Unbelievably, I was still hard.
Dad and Mike got my down from my perch and I thought we were done for the night, I was certainly ready to pass out. Dad spoke up, "I am so proud of you son. You took that well. Now for a reward."
Mike got down on all fours and dad steadied me behind him, and helped guide my still stiff dick into Mikes bunghole. I started to fuck Mike hard, and then started to pound his back with my open hands. Mike moaned in pleasure and my dad stuck his big cock into Mike's mouth. It didn't take me long at all to blow out my little load of cum into Mike's accommodating asshole, and as I did, Dad blew into Mikes mouths. I pretty much passed out onto Mike's back at that point, and he and dad carried me up to my room and I fell into a deep 13 hour long sleep.
I awoke to find my father's head between my legs, sucking my cock. It felt wonderful in contrast to the pain I felt in and on my back. He made his tongue dance around the head my cock and I shot a load of warm, fresh runny cum into his mouth and he gulped it all down.
"Starting today, each and every morning for the rest of the days you live in this house, come hell or high water, I will wake you up each morning by fucking you in the ass. Don't ever, ever get out of bed for any reason until I have fucked you ass. Do you understand me?" Dad looked down at me. "Yes, father" I replied.
He grabbed a tube of KY jelly from my night stand and squirted a generous amount directly onto my ass. it was cold and I giggled. "Like that, huh?" asked my dad, "Well, just wait, Son. Your gonna love this". He carefully slid one finger into my ass and I gasped from the sudden intrusion.
He slid his finger as deep into me as it could go. At some point he hit my prostate and I had another orgasm, this time with no cum shooting out of my cock, but just as powerful as when he had sucked me. "Whoa, son. Save some of that for when my cock is in you"
Dad pulled the finger out and stuffed both of his thumbs into me. He pulled my ass open, and I squealed out in pain. He pulled and tugged and my asshole finally started to open up to him. He knelt closer to me and held the tip of his 7 inch cock against my tiny hole and began to push. I felt myself opening up to his advance, and I could feel my tight muscle ring clinging tightly to his cock and trying to keep out the invading member. I started to cry out in pain at this time, and that seemed to make dad even that much more horny. He leaned down to my chest and bit one of my nipples, hard. I thought he had ripped it right off my chest with his teeth, and as I screamed from the pain searing through my chest, he pushed his whole weight down on my virgin asshole and slid all 7 inches of his big, thick cock into my body.
I stopped screaming at this point because the pain was so bad. I just didn't have any more left in me. I moaned and dad thrust his cock in out of my tiny body. At some point about ten minutes into this I began to feel my cock get hard again. The pain didn't subside, but there was a pleasurable feeling now as well. I can't explain it really, and each and every time (thousands by now) that I have had anal sex (as the receiver) since that day, I still feel a goodly amount of pain mixed in with the pleasure. All I know is that even that first, painful experience got me off. Before dad had a chance to shoot his load into my body for the first time, I squirted a load between our bodies. He grunted and started to shoot off into me, and because it was morning and I hadn't peed yet, I started to piss. that seem to excite him even more, and he continued to thrust into me, as he shot sperm and I shot piss all over us.
When it was all over and he had gently pulled out of me I was about to apologize for peeing when He moved up and down my body licking up my piss. I guessed then it didn't really matter too much.
I spent the rest of that day recovering, and that night I just watched dad and Mike have sex. Dad really wasn't an ogre, and he wasn't out to kill me. He spent a lot of time that day and the next tending to the rips and tears on my back. He was overly gentle with me, and both the evening of my first fuck, and the next night, I just watched Mike take all the punishment, and then Mike and dad would take turns sucking me off. The first morning after my deflowering dad still woke me by fucking my ass, but he was really, really gentle and it didn't hurt nearly as much as before. On the third night after my first beating dad asked if I was ready to play with the big boys again. I assured him I was, as long as he took it easy on my back. He laughed an evil laugh and said, "No promises, my little cunt. Now get down stairs it's just you and me tonight, Mike has a night class at college."
I was kind of scared, because when Mike was there with us, it was like he was a guarantee that my father would not go too far. Now I was on my own with a man I both loved and feared.
We were, of course, both naked; my hard on was at 3/4 stiff and I was already breathing hard when we entered the dungeon. Dad strapped me down to a bench face up. My wrists and ankles were tied down tight. He started by rubbing me all over and that felt real nice, but I was to nervous about what he was going to do to me to really enjoy it. He picked up a huge, 10" knife from a workbench next to us and held it over my erect cock. I started to panic.
"Since you are now my slave boy, and really just a boy pussy for me to fuck, you really have no need of this tiny pathetic little cocklette, do you?" my father waved the knife around once and I screamed. He made a movement toward my cock and then threw it back up on the bench next to us. "Just kidding" he smiled his evil smile at me and I let out a huge sigh of relief.
He then picked up a large candle and lit it. The match he used was still a burning flame when he ground it out on my belly. I winced and wriggled on the table. He let the candle burn down a little and then held it about 4 inches above my chest. He tipped the candle and it began to drip hot wax onto my right nipple. It hurt, to be sure, but there was also something painfully erotic about the hurt. My cock bounced up and down involuntarily, and dad laughed. He poured a bigger drip onto my other nipple and I cried out, then he tipped the candle upside down and poured out a huge glop and hot wax onto my chest. I screamed and pulled at my bonds trying to get away from the burning pain.
He dripped the wax all over my chest and continued down to my belly. He filled my tiny bellybutton with wax and then quickly moved all the way down to my feet. He got the candle so close to my toes I could feel the heat, and when he dripped the wax all over them, it hurt real bad and I started to scream again.
In one swift movement, he flung a huge load of wax right onto my dick and balls. This hurt, but also stung really nice too. I liked that a lot more than having the hot wax dripped on my feet.
He put the candle out by jamming it into my balls, and I squeaked as the flame from the candle was extinguished by my ballsack. That hurt bad, but I didn't cry out.
Dad slapped my thighs and the side of my belly and chest, and worked his way up to my underarms. He used his fingernails to scrape all of the wax from my body and then picked up a small rubber whip. I braced myself for the blows that were to come.
I kept from crying out as dad smacked my chest and belly, leaving thick welts but no blood, but when he started in on my genitals I couldn't stay silent any longer. I screamed and yelped and squealed, and that just drove him on harder, faster, and longer. My dick actually went soft, the pain was so bad. Suddenly he stopped and lowered his mouth onto my dick, which was covered with bright red welts. He sucked hard, and there was a whole new pain to contend with. As my tiny prick hardened in his mouth, he began to fondle my nuts and because they had been hit by the whip as well, that hurt even more. He had to suck for more than twenty minutes before the pain gave way to enough pleasure to make me shoot off a watery load of cum into his mouth.
Now that I had cum, he undid my ankles, shoved my feet up next to my head and roughly raped my ass. He was very violent and used no lube except for the precum he had on the head of his big cock. It was the most painful fuck since he had taken my cherry, and I bled quite a bit. When he had blown his load into my ass, he forced me to suck his cock clean, licking the blood, shit and cum off of his shaft. I nearly puked, but managed to keep it all down. He applied some kind of lotion in and around my asshole, and the pain quickly subsided.
I could barely walk up the stairs back to my bedroom, and I remember nearly falling over once. Dad picked me up and that's the last thing I remembered until I awoke the next morning while he was fucking my ass once again. When he was finished and I was fully awake he told me how proud he was of me, and for the first time ever, he offered up his ass to me. I fucked my dad slow and steady in the ass; I made it last for the better part of a half hour. When I was finished, we lay there on the bed kissing and I told him how happy I was to have come here to live with him.
My life went on like that for the next two years. My father raped my ass every morning, and nearly every evening. After I would come home from school, he or Mike would be waiting to give me a quick beat-n-blow job. I worked out in our weight room every day, and I built layer of muscle on layer of muscle. I hit puberty full force by the time I was 11, and had pubes and a bit of underarm hair. At first dad shaved it all off, but I made such a stink about that that he let me keep the hair, by paying for it with a particularly brutal weekend with the whip. I couldn't move for two days after that session, but I got to keep my pubes so it was well worth it. Often on days I didn't have a gym session at school, dad or Mike would shove a big dildo or a bunch of ass beads up my tight ass before sending me to school. I could sit in class and tighten my assring in rhythm to the beating of my heart and make myself cum. It was so cool.
For my 11th birthday, Dad gave me quite a going over; I was fucked 11 times in a row by Mike, Dad, and three of their friends. Then dad pierced my nipples, and I got the same kind of rings that Mike had. I also chose to get my bellybutton pierced.
One day something changed quite a little bit for me though. I was just about to turn 12, and a new kid came to school. We locked eyes the first time we saw each other and I knew we had something special between us. Her name was Valerie.
I couldn't believe I had fallen for a girl.
That first day we talked a lot, about this and that, and I walked her home. She invited me in for a Coke, and said that her mother was at work. She quickly changed into more comfortable clothes, and when she came back to the kitchen where she had left me, she was wearing a tank top, no bra, cute shorts, and the tank showed off her tummy. She had a pierced bellybutton!
"Your belly ring is really cute." I said. "Thanks," she replied, "Most guys think they are weird or sick." I laughed and pulled up my shirt. "Wow!" her eyes bugged out, "Very neat!".
"I'm really not supposed to show anyone these but...." I said as I pulled my shirt all the way off. Her eyes bugged as I showed my nipple rings. She reached over and carefully tugged a little on one. "Whoa, its real!" she smiled and sat back, thought for a moment, and then quickly pulled off her tank top. She had the cutest little titties, soft and round, perfectly shaped. She had perfect nipples, big and round, and they each had a ring pierced through them. I sat and stared and we didn't say anything for at least a full minute.
Val broke the silence. "I'm horny now. Wanna fuck?" I never said a word, just nodded and followed Valerie to her room. We stripped, climbed on her bed and fucked like two tigers about to be killed. She was awesome! I had my dick in her cunt and she could use her cunt muscles to tighten down and it felt very different than an ass, but just as nice. I came quickly and she was a little disappointed, but I stayed hard and kept going. We fucked for at least an hour and a half straight.
After, Val made me promise not to tell anyone, and I did. I made her promise we would do it again, and she laughed and said she would pencil me in for tomorrow. We started fucking every day after school, and that lasted for at least 6 months. Until....
Chapter Ten: Stevie's Story
My name is Steven Jones and I'm 13 years old. When I was just 8 years old, I was exposed to sex for the first time in my life. Gay sex. Maybe that's why I'm gay, maybe not. Anyways, I walked in on my uncle jacking off to a gay porno. He lived next door to my mom and me back then. He spent a lot of time at our house, mostly to "baby-sit" me and have meals. I thought he was going to be pissed that I walked in on him like that, but instead of being embarrassed or angry, he invited me to sit and watch with him. I started to sit down, but my naked uncle insisted that I be nakey just like he was. So I stripped out of my clothes and sat down next to him. His arm went around my shoulder and his big hand clasped my shoulder.
"Watch and do what I do" he said, starting the tape back up again. His right hand closed around the shaft of his cock, and he started to stroke himself again. I had played with my tiny little cock like this before, but only under the covers at night after the lights went out; certainly never in front of anyone before.
I did like my uncle did, and played with my cock. I watched him stroke his, and mimicked his movements. Then I started to watch the video. It was two men, one older man with slightly gray hair, and a guy that might have even been in his teens still. The teen boy was being fucked by the older man. My eyes grew huge watching the anal sex, and my uncle said gently to me, "First time you seen this?". I nodded yes, and said nothing. Then the men stopped fucking. The older man tied up the young man and began to beat him. I started to breathe very hard, and my uncle took notice of it. My eyes were glued to the sick, twisted, sexual action on the TV screen, but I did glance at my uncle long enough to see what he was doing. I moved my tiny right hand to my little cock, one handed just like him, and closed my fist tight around my hardening dick.
We sat there watching the video, jacking ourselves off. The younger guy was hit, smacked, beaten, whipped, and forced to suck on the older man's cock and even too suck on his asshole. It was sick and twisted, and even at the tender age of 8 I knew it was.
My uncle glanced at me and said, "Think you are old enough to do that?" as the younger guy went back to sucking on the older man's cock again. I nodded and leaned over. I opened my mouth and put just the head of my uncle's huge cock in my mouth. That was about all that could fit. I was a tiny little guy, shorter and smaller than most of the boys in my class. I kinda gagged as my uncle stroked his cock and eventually shot his load into my mouth.
I really wasn't ready for that, and I thought he had peed in my mouth. I spat it all out, and he laughed, a big deep laugh, and then pushed my hand away from my hard dickie and roughly jacked me off. I had my first orgasm, even though he was hurting my cock at the time by squeezing so hard and tugging so hard. I saw black spots in front of my eyes and nearly passed out.
My uncle pulled me up onto his lap, he started to massage my back, and at the same time with his other huge hand, started to spank me. I thought I was finally in trouble for having walked in on him, until he said, "Watch the TV" and I did. On the screen, the younger guy was once again being spanked by the older man. His ass was already bright red, and I realized that my uncle was spanking me at the exact same moment that the older man was spanking the younger guy. This was just something that two guys did for fun. I finally got that.
I relaxed, even though the spanking hurt, and my uncle could tell I was really getting into it. Finally he stopped, but his finger started to poke at my butthole. He spat on my ass several times, and used that spit to lubricate his finger. He reached under me with the hand that had been stroking my back, and began to play with my cock and balls again. I loved it.
Then, he started to poke his finger INTO my butt. That hurt. A lot. I tried not to cry, but I couldn't help it. He was firm with me though, saying things like, "Boys younger than you do much more than this, just take it like a man" and "work through the pain, be grown-up about this". He was right. I gritted my teeth, and even though the tears kept streaming out of my eyes, I wasn't crying anymore. As his finger was nearly all the way in me, his said, "Good boy!" and then pulled his finger out.
It felt like I was taking a huge dump, but it felt good. Then his finger went back in. And then out. And then in. Back and forth, he rammed his single finger into me. I didn't realize it at the time, but he was finger-fucking me. As his right hand forced his finger deep into me, his left started to spank my asscheeks again, harder than before. He seemed to know instinctively that I loved getting spanked. As I neared another orgasm, I said, "Oooo! It's gonna happen again!" and my uncle laughed and squeezed and pulled harder on my cock and pushed his finger deep into me, all the way. It felt so good! I was riding this huge wave of pain and pleasure, all mixed up at once. Then it all just kinda flowed away.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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