Date: Sat, 9 Feb 2013 07:02:30 -0800
From: Master Gilbert <lthrcigarmstr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cigar Boy Chapter 6

All characters and events in this work are fictitious.  Any resemblance to
real events or real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Though this work of fiction may contain sexual situations and/or sexual
acts between adults and minors, the author condones such situations and/or
acts.


Cigar Boy, Chapter 6

Once we got back to the house, Mike was quick to grab a cigar and a beer
and flop down in front of the TV in the den and turn on a baseball game.  I
just sort of looked around and Mike didn't even seem to notice that I was
just standing there.  That was until I started to sit down on the couch.

"What do you think you're doing boy?" Mike asked with a puzzled look on his
face.

"I was going to sit down here on the couch." I replied, even though it
sounded more like a question then a statement.

"Before you do that, why don't you go to Rob's bedroom and get more
comfortable.  I know he has a pair of shorts that should fit you." Mike was
watching the game more than looking at me.  But I knew that I better do
what he wanted.

I went into Rob's room and found a pair of skater shorts that I liked and
so I came back out into the den in the wife beater and shorts.  I moved
back over to the couch and thought I had gone un-noticed.  That was until I
heard Mike grumble.  "What the fuck are those, boy?"

I stammered and didn't know what to say so I just stood there, looking at
Mike, with that cigar hanging out of his mouth and a beer in his hand.  He
actually looked a lot like he did the other night, and while I was scared
of him at the moment, I was also so turned on by this big man, smoking and
drinking, and being everything I imagined a real man was.

"Get your ass over here boy." Mike was pointing at the ground right in
front of him.  I was moving too slow for Mike because as soon as I got
within arm's reach, he grabbed me and pulled me by the waist band over to
him.

"Didn't I tell you that I hated these?" Mike started yelling at me and
without waiting for an answer, he kept going.  "I guess you did this just
to piss me off."  As soon as he said that I knew I was in trouble.  Mike
stripped the shorts off of me and I was now standing there in just a plain
white wife beater.  "I guess this is what you really wanted, wasn't it
boy?"  Mike was now looking me right in the face and blowing smoke at me
while waiting for an answer.

"I'm sorry..." I started to say.

"You're what boy?  I didn't quite hear that." Mike replied.

"I'm sorry." I said again but this time a little less meek.

SLAP...

I felt the sting on my ass even before I heard the slap.  As the tears
started to well up in my eyes, Mike was already standing up and moving to
pick me up.

"It's about time you learned your place in this family boy, and if I have
to wear out that ass to do it, so be it." Mike said as he picked me up and
then sat back down with me over his knee.  Then he started wailing on my
ass with his bare hand.

Now my dad had spanked me before, but never like this.  I was wiggling,
trying to get away, but Mike held me firm and made sure each and every
strike landed dead center on either cheek.  I had come to tears before, but
now I was crying and begging for Mike to stop.  The entire time I was
getting spanked, Mike was swearing at me, telling me I needed to be more
respectful, that I should say Dad or Sir when I address him, and that
pissing him off would result in my ass getting blistered just like was now.
He kept asking me if I understood and I would try to say yes but I was
crying so bad I couldn't.

I guess he figured I had had enough and finally he stopped spanking me, but
he would not let me off his lap.  I lay across his lap, face down and ass
up as he rubbed my ass with his hands.  He was talking about my ass as if
he owned it.  Telling me things like how beautiful it was all red and
glowing, and how warm it felt.  I even felt him lay his cigar in my ass
crack at one point which scared the shit out of me because I was scared I
would get burned.  Then I felt him lay something else on my back and I
realized that it was his ashtray.  He was actually using me like some kind
of lap table.

I was just getting used to all this when I heard something.  All of a
sudden I was scared all over again.  I started to wiggle a little and got
another slap across my ass which told me to be still.  I just hoped it was
Eric or Rob, not that it would be any less humiliating.

"Hey dad, that didn't take long.  You got his ass fire engine red too.
What did he do to piss you off?" Eric said just as casual as if he had seen
this dozens of times.

"Little Adam here had a hard time remembering his place." Mike responded.
"Hey go get your old man another beer before you settle in." he added.

When Eric got back, Mike asked him about his weekend.  Eric told Mike about
going to the movies or something and having someone give him a blowjob in
the theater.  Then he was talking about getting some ass in the parking lot
while smoking a cigar.  He also said something about stealing some panties
or something.  I listened to all this and was amazed that there was really
any family as messed up as this, but here I was in the middle of it.

Then Eric asked about Rob and Mike got upset as he started telling Eric the
story about Jim.  I finally got to hear the whole story and begun to
understand what was going on.  Jim was Mike's boss at the brewery.  He also
had threatened Mike telling him he would call Child Protective Services if
Mike didn't let him take Rob.  Mike was really pissed.  I could tell by the
way he was grabbing and squeezing my ass.  Mike also went on to say that
Rob had told Jim about how Mike and Eric had fucked Rob in the past.

"So what are we going to do about this dad?" Eric asked after Mike had
finished explaining the whole story.

"I don't know yet.  I'm still trying to figure it all out.  But I do have
an idea."  Mike said as he swatted my ass hard enough to make me gasp.

Mike finally let me get of his lap and sit in the floor.  Well I sort of
sat, but more I knelt so my ass would barely touch the floor.  That was
when Mike got up and grabbed his phone and made a call.

"Jim, hey it's Mike.  You need to be getting Rob home soon; he has school
in the morning."  I heard Mike say.  "No, I said you needed to have him
home tonight Jim."  Mike was getting flustered.  "Man, he can't miss school
tomorrow.  But I will tell you what; you can have him again next weekend.
We can talk about it at work tomorrow.  Okay?"

Eric was just looking at his dad and shaking his head.  "Pussy" I heard
Eric say under his breath.

"Do me a favor and take Adam to Rob's room, get his clothes and take him
home for me."  Mike told Eric as he walked out of the den with a disgusted
look on his face.

"Come on cunt, let's get you dressed and take you home." Eric told me as he
mess up my hair and walked out of the room.

I followed him to Rob's room.  I got dressed in my new jeans and a t shirt.
Then I rode in silence with Eric as he took me home.  Once I got back to my
house, Eric warned me not to talk about what had happened this weekend to
anyone.  He also put his hand in the back of my jeans and stuck a finger
into my ass which made me squirm and start to plead for him to stop.

"You like it bitch, just admit it." He said as he pulled his finger out and
stuck it in my mouth.  He messed my hair up again and then told me to get
out of his car.

I was so happy to be home.

I went straight to my bedroom without really paying attention to anything
in the house.  I knew Mom wasn't home; she was at work, so I knew I had the
house to myself.  I took off my clothes and lay in bed naked, on my
stomach.  I grabbed the wife beater that I had been wearing all day and
held it to my nose so I could smell the cigars that Mike had been smoking.
The smell was so good.

My ass was still stinging.  But as I lay there, as confused and conflicted
as I felt, all I could think about was how sexy Mike was when he was just
sitting in his chair smoking a cigar.  I was actually getting hard as I
remembered that orgasm that I had when Tim stuck that metal thing in my ass
and I could literally feel the electricity inside me.  Then when I thought
about getting fucked by Tim and Mike at the same time like that, I couldn't
stop but stroking my cock.  I was holding the shirt up to my face so I
could breathe in Mike's smell.  I was slowly stroking my cock while I was
up on my knees legs spread thinking about how I had been fucked.  I even
reached back and started playing with my ass a little, using my fingers to
push inside and make it feel like it did when Mike or Eric did it to me.  I
was playing the mental porno in my head that was my weekend over at Mike's
house.  Then I started to really get rough with the fingers in my ass and
started shooting a load onto my sheets.  Exhausted I fell over and turned
on my side, just lying there, remembering what it felt like to belong to
Mike.

I just wish I had been paying more attention to the door to my room.  If I
had, maybe I would have seen my father standing there watching me.  But I
didn't.  It wasn't until he called my name that I realized anyone was
there, let alone him.

"Is there something you want to tell me Adam?" Dad said.

"Dad, you're home!" I exclaimed both in excitement and in horror.

"Yeah, I was going to surprise you but I think you're the one that has a
surprise for me." Dad went on.  "You want to explain what you were doing?
Or why your ass is red?  Or why you have no hair?"

"I... I mean..." Oh god.  This was the last thing I wanted to even think
about, let alone deal with now.

"I will be in the kitchen when you ready, and for god sakes, put some
clothes on." Dad shook his head and walked out.  He could have just as
easily walked out of my life at that moment, because I knew I was going to
be dead from shame before too much longer.

I got dressed in a pair of shorts and a shirt and walked into the kitchen
with my head hung low.  My dad had been on deployment for over a year and
the first thing he sees when he gets home is me fingering my ass and
jacking off.  I can only imagine what he is thinking about now.  But I
would not have to wait long to find out.

"Dad I know what you saw looked bad." I started to say as I entered the
kitchen.  Dad was standing at the back, near the sink, just leaning against
the counter.  I waited for him to acknowledge me but he never looked up.  I
really didn't want to look at him either, so I guess that was one thing we
had in common.  "Are you going to say anything dad?" I asked.

"I'm just waiting for you to tell me what you were doing back there, and
why." Dad finally said as he looked up.

"Please don't make me do this dad." I begged.

"You really want to do this the hard way Adam?  It seems that you are used
to getting your ass beaten, but I wonder how you would like it if I took my
belt to it.  I guarantee that you will not be sitting down for a week.  And
for god's sake Adam, don't let your mom see you doing that shit."  Dad was
good at lecturing me.  He always had been.  But this felt more like a
threat then a lecture.

I just started crying.  Dad walked toward me, I thought maybe he would hug
me, or hold me, but instead he just walked past me and left me there.  I
walked back to my bedroom and closed the door.  Dad and I didn't talk the
rest of the night.

I got up in the morning and got ready for school, when I walked into the
kitchen, Mom and Dad were having a big fight.  I had no idea what they were
fighting about, but I figured it was about me.  I snuck out the front door
and headed to school.

When I got there, my new nightmare started.  First there was all the abuse
I took over my new haircut.  All the guys I hung with were skaters so when
I showed up with a military haircut, it was about as bad as it could get.
When Rob finally showed up, he was no help either.

Rob seemed distracted.  He was usually the life of the party, but today he
wasn't talking to anyone.  That was until we were alone.

"Let's ditch next period Adam.  I don't want to go to gym and you have got
to hear about what happened to me this weekend." Rob said as we were headed
for our last class of the day.

"Okay, but we can't get caught.  I'm in enough trouble at home." I told
Rob.

We sneaked off campus and headed for Rob's house.  As we walked, Rob
started telling me about his weekend with Jim.  Rob told me about how Jim
put a dog collar on his neck and forced him to have sex with him over and
over.  He told me how Jim liked to hold onto Rob's head and force his cock
so far down Rob's throat that he couldn't breathe.  How he would hold it
there until Rob was struggling and crying and then pull it out just enough
so that Rob could breathe around Jim's cock before he would force it back
in.  Rob told me that he would gag and cry and Jim would just laugh at him
and tell him that he needed to learn to suck cock like a good little whore.

When I asked why he didn't just bite Jim's cock, Rob looked at me like I
was crazy and said "I wanted to learn to make him happy so he would want me
back."  Back!  I wanted to ask Rob what the fuck he was thinking.  How
could he want to go back to something like that?

Then Rob started telling me how Jim loved to pin Rob down and brutally fuck
his ass.  Jim would use his weight to hold Rob in place on his back and
spread his legs.  How Jim would eat Rob's ass and force his tongue into his
butt hole.  Then Jim would stick his cock into Rob's ass and force it in
until Jim's balls were slapping his ass.  When Jim got tired, he would lie
on his back and make Rob sit on his cock.  But even then Jim would put a
leash on Rob's collar and make sure he took all of his cock.

I was getting sick as Rob was telling me all the details.  I couldn't
believe that Rob had not fought back or that while he was telling me the
stories he was actually getting excited and grinning.  How could he enjoy
be used like that?  I wanted to just grab him and ask him what the fuck he
was thinking not telling his dad about all this.  But again, when I even
tried to bring up the fact that he needed to do something to stop this he
looked at me like I had said something funny.

Rob then went into detail on how Jim sat on the couch with his cock in
Rob's ass and made him prep and light his cigars and hand them over for Jim
to smoke while Rob would have to use his ass muscles to milk Jim's cock.
Jim would hold the back of Rob's head and pull it close to his face so that
all the smoke from the cigar would go right into Rob's face.  Then, when
the cigar was finished, he would make Rob's smoke it for a few minutes and
if Rob's fought against it, he would hold it in his mouth and pinch his
nose closed.

Rob told me how light headed he got and how he almost passed out from it
once and let Jim's cock slip out of his ass so Jim put Rob on a barstool,
tied his chest and arms to the back and his legs to the legs of the
barstool, then worked a dildo into his ass and left him like that for an
hour or more.  Rob said he cried and begged but that just made Jim even
more angry and so Jim put a gag into his mouth.  Then Rob's told me how
good it felt when Jim finally untied him and picked him up, carried him
into the bedroom, and put another load into his ass before he brought him
home.

By now we were at Rob's house and he was begging me to come to his room so
he could show me something.  I had no idea what he wanted to show me, and
to be honest I was still trying to figure out what to tell Mike when he
asked me if Rob and I had talked.  When we got to Rob's room he closed the
door and started to strip before I could even say anything to him.  I
turned around and he was completely naked except for a plastic cage that
was surrounding his cock.

As I looked at it Rob started to tell me that is was a chastity devise that
Jim had put on him prior to bringing him home.  Rob pointed out the lock
that held it in place, and slit on the end that allowed him to pee without
taking it off.  He was so proud of it.  At this point I knew Rob was nuts.
But then he started to tell me how much he loved the way Jim handled him,
touched him, and made him feel like an adult.

I could honestly understand that.  I was so turned on by Mike and how he
treated me.  How Mike made decisions for me and always knew what was best
for me.  Then there was the sex.  When Mike fucked me, or allowed Tim to
fuck me, I felt so powerless.  But even being powerless, I felt so alive
and good.  This was the one thing that Rob was telling me that I could
understand.

Rob was just sitting there, talking to me about everything when he finally
asked the question that I had been dreading.  "How do you like my dad?" he
asked.

I didn't know if I should tell him what happened to me, or if I should just
keep it to myself.  But I needed to talk to someone about it and since Rob
was my best friend, it might as well be him.  "I really like your dad." I
told Rob.

"I hope he fucks you like he used to fuck me." Rob said unabashedly.  "Dad
used to play with me and fuck me too."

I never thought about that.  I never thought that Mike would actually fuck
his own son.  But I guess it made sense.  I didn't want to ask too many
questions.  After all I was really sure how much I really wanted to know.

Just about then we heard Eric come home and Rob raced to get his shorts on
before Eric could see him.

"Hey bro, I didn't see you all week" Eric said as he stuck his head into
Rob's room.  The fact that the door was closed didn't even seem to faze
him.  He just opened it and walked right in.  But what happened next was
unexpected.  "Dad said he had some fun with you this weekend Adam." He said
as he turned and looked at me.

"Um..." I had no idea how to answer that.

"Take your shirt off, I want to see." Eric said as he sat down on Rob's
bed.

"See what?" Rob asked.

"Take it off bitch." Eric said again but in a much sterner voice.

I started to take my shirt off, slowly at first, but then Eric grabbed it
and yanked it off really fast.  Then Eric started to immediately laugh and
run his hands all over my chest and then down the back of my pants.  I
started to say something, but his finger hit my hole and I turned into a
ball of clay.  How could one person make me so weak, and control me without
even saying a word?

"You like that bitch, you know you do" Eric said while his finger started
wiggling into my hole and making me squirm.

"Don't fight it Adam, it's going to feel so good." Rob said as he stood
there and watched.  Then he reached over and undid my pants and pulled them
down leaving me in just my underwear and my pants around my ankles.

I wanted to say something.  I wanted to run away.  I wanted it to stop.
But I couldn't.  The more of Eric's finger that snaked up my hole, the more
I found myself pushing back on him, trying to drive him in even deeper into
me.  It was like a vicious cycle.  The deeper he got into my hole, the more
I wanted him.

Rob reached for my underwear and I tried to stop him.  I wanted to stop
him.  I grabbed his hands but Eric dug his finger in even deeper, making me
moan and quiver and that gave Rob enough time to get his fingers under the
waist band and start pulling them down.  As soon as they got below my cock
you could see Rob's face start to light up.  Then he yanked them down with
my pants and just stared at my crotch.

"What happened to your hair?" Rob asked.

"Look at the smooth little bitch boy." Eric exclaimed as he took his finger
out of my ass and held it over in front of Rob's face.  Rob smelled it, and
then started sucking it.  I was so grossed out and so turned on.  I got
hard with Eric fingering my ass.  But now it was the site of Rob sucking
Eric's finger that kept me hard.

Rob looked at Eric and started pleading with him, "Please let me suck you
like I used to... Please?"  If I had ever had doubts that this was one
fucked up family, they were totally gone none.  And while most sane people
would be doing everything they could to get away from them, here I was bent
over slightly, waiting for Eric to push a finger, or really anything he
wanted to, into my hole, and watching my best friend, Eric's younger
brother, un zipping Eric's jeans and trying to pull his cock out so he
could suck it.  I am so confused.  What is wrong with me?  Why am I
allowing this to happen to me?  God I want to suck on Eric's cock too.

Rob was now almost down to Eric's balls deep throating Eric's cock like a
pro.  While Eric was grabbing my hips and pulling me over to him so he can
feel my totally smooth skin.  "Dad did a great job having all your hair
removed.  Show me that hole bitch." Eric said as he pushed me over and took
a really good look at my hole.

"What a sweet little pussy hole you got Adam, makes me want to bust it wide
open." Eric went on as he forced his finger back into my ass.

My knees started to buckle.  My head started to spin.  My brain filled with
lust and I stopped caring if it was right or wrong.  I wanted to get
fucked.  I wanted to feel Eric in me again.  After all he was the one that
busted my cherry.  Now I wanted him to do it again.

I could hear the slurping sounds of Rob sucking on Eric's cock.  I had my
eyes closed to be honest, but I wanted to see it now.  So I opened my eyes
and turned my head and there was Eric, still sitting on Rob's bed, his
pants were now around his ankles.  His cock was coming out of the opening
in his boxers.  While Rob looked like he was trying to get every last inch
of Eric's big cock down his throat.  Eric tilted his head back, placed his
other hand on Rob's head, and then buried his crotch into Rob's face so
hard that I thought Rob was in trouble.

Eric held Rob there like that until I was getting honestly scared.  Eric
let go, Rob's face came off Eric's cock and I could see the tears in his
eyes and he was slightly blue in the face, but he was grinning ear to ear
and as soon as he had his breathe back, he started sucking Eric again and
that's when I realized that Rob really liked sex that ruff.  Rob was not
scared of what Eric was doing to him.  Rob enjoyed it.

Eric's fingers, two now, were still digging in my hole and I was at the
point I could not take it any longer.  Eric either needed to fuck me and
get it over with, or let me go.  But his fingers were driving me crazy.  So
I made the decision to try to be as brave as Rob was.  "Eric, can you
please fuck me?"  I heard it, but still could not believe I said it.

"What's that bitch boy?"  Eric said sarcastically.  "Does little bitch boy
want a big cock in his pussy?"

I didn't want to answer.  I knew the answer but I didn't want to admit it,
at least not out loud.  But I was brave enough the first time.  "Please?"
I closed my eyes and started to let go.

"Please what bitch?" Eric asked.  He was going to make me beg for it, but I
wasn't sure I could.

"Please Sir" I managed to say.  I figured this way I wouldn't have to
actually say that I wanted to get fucked.

Eric pushed Rob off his cock, pulled his fingers out of my ass, and lay
back on Rob's bed.  "You want this cock bitch, come and get it."

Rob looked at me and then smiled.  I knew if I did not get up on the bed,
Rob was going to.  So I did it.  I climbed up on the bed and looked at Eric
for some clue what he wanted me to do but he just laid there.  I knew what
he wanted, but was hoping for some help, or a sign that I was doing
something right, but wasn't getting either.

I straddled Eric's chest and he grabbed his cock and started stroking it.
I wasn't lubed, but Eric's cock was covered in spit, so I figured it would
be okay.  But that's when Eric broke his silence.  He grabbed me and pulled
my chest to his and held me there while telling Rob to eat my ass and get
it ready for his cock.

Rob's tongue on my ass was amazing.  He was digging his tongue in deep and
slurping my ass.  I was trying to squirm, but Eric was holding me still as
Rob worked my hole.  Then Eric told Rob to guide him into my ass.

Rob held Eric's cock and aimed it at my now moist hole and then Eric thrust
his hips up and entered my ass like a hot poker burning and stretching but
it also felt so good.  Eric pushed me so that I was sitting more straight
up and down and then started to pump my ass with his cock.  I was lost in
the fucking.  I remembered that Rob was there, but didn't know what he was
doing.  I am becoming a slut. That was all I could think about.

The first thing I noticed that let me know things had changed was the smell
of the cigar.  Until now I had been sitting on Eric's cock, eyes closed,
and trying not to move too much but wanting to feel Eric's cock hit that
one spot that drives me wild.  I opened my eyes to see Rob handing Eric a
cigar and that was when Eric flipped me over, never taking his cock out of
me so I was on my back and he was between my legs.  Rob grabbed my ankles
and pulled them over my head and Eric looked down at me, like I was a piece
of meat or something to use but not care about.

Now those small thrusts into my hole turned into long strokes that felt
more like he was trying to drive his cock through me.  There was nothing in
Eric's eyes other than lust.  Eric puffed on his cigar, blowing the smoke
into my face, and pumped my ass like it was effortless.  My hole was
burning, and screaming in pain as the spit Eric was using as lube was
drying out.  I wanted to say something, but I was pretty scared that Eric
would get mad and fuck me even harder.  Luckily I think Eric noticed this
too.

"Hey Rob, grab that lube on your nightstand and put some on this bitch's
pussy." Eric said as he took my ankles from Rob and pushed them until they
were literally over my head.  I felt the cold wet liquid start oozing down
Eric's cock and into my hole.  The relief was wonderful and now Eric's cock
went from being a torture to mind-blowingly great in my ass.

Eric rode my ass for about 15 to 20 minutes like this while Rob milled
around, either holding my ankles, or adding more lube.  Rob would also hold
the ashtray for Eric so that he never had to stop fucking me.  I think I
came 2 times before I heard Eric start to get really verbal with me.  "Take
that cock bitch.  Take it like the boy whore you are." Eric started telling
me as he started fucking even harder and faster.  I knew this meant he was
close to cumming so I tightened my ass as much as I could hoping to bring
this to an end.

"Yeah grip that cock with your pussy boy." Eric said as he was thrusting
really hard.  So hard that some of his ashes were falling off his cigar and
onto my chest.  "Here it comes bitch." Eric barely got out between gasps
and short breaths.  As his cum started to flood my ass, I felt so content
and full inside, but not from his cum.  I still could not tell you why, but
when Mike, Eric, or Tim all fucked me and came on or in me, it always made
me feel so special.

Eric pulled out of my ass and I thought I was finally going to be able to
straighten my legs but Eric had other ideas.  "You want to eat my cum out
of this bitch's ass Rob?" Eric said but it sounded more like a command then
a question.

While Eric continued to hold my ankles, Rob started tonguing and licking at
my ass.  "Tell him to let me have it Eric." Rob whined.

Eric looked down at me with this really mean look and said "Push it out for
him bitch.  You two can share my spunk."

I pushed like I was going to take a shit and Rob started to slurp and lick
like a mad man.  It felt so weird, and yet so good, to feel his tongue on
me and digging in me.  After a few minutes, Eric was getting bored with
this and said later bitches as he left the room.  Rob held my legs up for a
minute, then he finally let them fall down and I got to stretch.  I was
exhausted and so I just wanted to go home and get some sleep, but then I
remembered dad would be there.

"Can I camp out here for a few man?" I asked Rob.  He just smiled, closed
his bedroom door, and then climbed back into bed with me.  I went to sleep
spooning with Rob, him holding me, and his chastity devise pushing against
my sore ass.



END OF CHAPTER 6