Date: Tue, 11 Jul 2006 22:08:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Hank M <redbeardedsf (at) yahoo (dot) com>
Subject: The Fate of a Poor Man's Son, part 12

The captain's party!


This story involves erotic situations and actual sexual contact between
males - as well as humiliation, exhibition, and much of the usual stuff for
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THE FATE OF A POOR MAN'S SON, chapter 12

By Master Redbeard (redbeardedsf at yahoo dot com)


There had been parties at the Winston estate over the years. We saw
pictures and read about them in the newspaper, but our family had never
been invited. I don't know why Brad Winston decided to have a graduation
party for the young people of the town. Brad and his brother had attended
private school and didn't know many of the high school students in the town
of Winston. For a moment I wondered whether the party was Brad's way of
humiliating me even further, showing off my degradation in front of my
former classmates. Was it possible the boy was so petty? But I didn't have
time to wonder about that. There were many jobs to be done: paving stones
to lay, wooden tables to build, freezer chests to move, and more food and
drink being prepared than I'd ever seen in one place.


And then it was the night of the party. High School graduation had just
taken place the day before. It seemed like all the kids in the high school,
all the faculty, and even the parents of the kids had all been invited to
this big outdoor party. I was dressed in something that looked like a
jockstrap except there was only one strap up the middle of the butt and the
fabric was much softer and thinner than a jockstrap. But as the party
started I didn't know what my assignment was or where I should be.


I saw Captain Winston striding toward me flanked by my coach and the school
principal. All three men took me by the arms without saying a word and
tossed me on my back onto one of the big wooden tables that had been
built. I felt each wrist being strapped to the legs on one end of the table
and then each ankle being strapped to a leg on the other end of the
table. I was stretched out on the table in the shape of an X looking around
at the people who were surrounding the table.


Then I watched as my former high school coach pulled off his jacket and
tie. He unbuttoned his shirt so that he was left in his white undershirt
that showed his muscular chest. He grinned at me and said, "You don't want
me to do this later on after I've gotten good and plastered, do you, boy?"
He was pulling out equipment that I didn't recognize.


"B-but I'm a temporary slave and you can't...."


The coach smacked my face hard and then shouted, "Stuff something in this
slave boy's mouth to shut him up."


I saw Eddie, the obnoxious football player, bounding up to the table
enthusiastically with his gym bag. He pulled out a raunchy pair of his
boxer shorts announcing to all assembled, "I jacked off into these three
times and wiped my ball sweat off with them." Then Eddie unceremoniously
stuffed the filthy boxers into my mouth. I could taste his cum and his
sweat as well as a distinct flavor of piss.


And then I saw the light glisten off the sharp small knife in the coach's
hand. It looked something like the exacto blades we used to cut posterboard
in art class. He was moving it toward my cock. My cock instantly shriveled
up practically trying to hide inside my body. What the fuck was this man
going to do to me?


"We got any homos here?" Coach called out merrily. "We need to get this
slave boy cock at full mast and I ain't about to rub it for him."


Someone pushed Rye forward. Obedient slave that he is, Rye just fell to his
knees beside the table and started to suck my cock. There were jeers and
catcalls from the men gathered around, including some cries of, "I'll give
you a real man's cock to suck on." I was trying to will myself to stay
soft, but Rye's tender ministrations were more than I could resist. My cock
was fully stiff. Rye was pulled away only to have free boy cock shoved down
his throat. And once again I saw the blade of the knife coming toward me.


The bonds were holding me very tightly in place. In retrospect it was a
good thing I couldn't shift around on the table. The very tip of the knife
blade sliced along the side of my cock as the coach began to lecture the
assembled, "There was a time in America, the last century, when just about
every baby boy born in a hospital was circumcised. But once slavery was
reintroduced and it was established that slave boys would all be
circumcised, people stopped getting their baby boys cut. They didn't want
their sons mistaken for slaves."


I felt the pain searing through me. It was like getting a paper cut, only
this very thin cut was on my cock. I gritted my teeth. At least I knew now
that the coach wasn't planning to slice off my penis. He was just going to
circumcise me. Just going to? Damn, wasn't that bad enough? I was having my
foreskin removed against my will.


There was a slice made perpendicular to the first. Fortunately, the coach
had a steady hand and seemed to know just how deep to press the blade. But
still there was a large quantity of blood. I felt lightheaded. I blacked
out for a moment. Water was thrown in my face and the coach was holding up
the bloody piece of skin, waving it around. Then he tossed my foreskin in
the barbecue fire. "A hunk of useless fat for the fire," he joked and the
crowd roared with laughter.


He turned his attention back to me and wrapped gauze around my bleeding
penis. He taped it in place and then pressed it down against my groin. He
put a gauze pad over my penis so that it was flattened against my body. My
balls were still revealed below. Then I was untied and given a small cup to
place over my cock and balls. It snapped in place. There was no belt,
nothing covering my ass, just the cup over my bandaged genitals.


I looked around but I didn't see Randy. I learned later that the captain's
younger son hated parties. Not so with Brad Winston. From out of nowhere,
Brad grabbed my arm and said, "There you are, boy. You're needed." I was
positioned on my knees just behind the table with beverages. Then Brad
announced, "OK, guys, we have a urinal in place now."


Eddie the football player was first in line and already had his cock out as
he approached. He shoved it quickly into my throat and began to piss with a
powerful stream, his hands on his hips. He grinned from ear to ear looking
down at me and snickered, "Finally found your rightful place in the world,
eh, Wally?" I tried to suck off the final drops but he pulled out of my
mouth. He wanted to smack his pissy cock on my face so the final drops
would splash in my eyes and my nose.


The line kept moving. I lost track of which boys had used my mouth and of
how many boys had used my mouth. The pain in my recently circumcised dick
was throbbing but I had no time to think about it. I had to concentrate on
swallowing the piss as fast as I could.


I heard some shouting. From the corner of my eye I saw Eric, the boy who
used to be my best friend and co-captain of the track team. He was angrily
telling someone, "No, I'm not a slave lover. It's just that's Wally,
someone I used to know, it's gross to piss in the mouth of someone who used
to be your friend."


The person in front of me at that moment must have saved up his urine for
days because he just kept going. I couldn't turn to look but I recognized
Brad's voice saying, "I'll show all of you something that'll change your
mind about Wally."


There were large video screens set up all over the property, most of them
showing music videos, but some showing financial news or sports. I was
startled when I heard Rye's voice coming from the speakers: "You don't have
to do this, you know." I knew what would follow. There was my voice booming
from the speakers: "I really wanna suck your cock, you big handsome slave."
Then there were loud groans from male voices. Someone called out, "Gross!"
That was followed my Brad's voice saying, "Well Wally sure didn't think it
was gross." Raucous laughter.


Just then my current customer finished pissing in my mouth and zipped
up. There was a commotion. I looked up and there was Erik pushing away the
other men and boys in the line. He snarled, "Excuse me but I really gotta
stick my prick in there right now." I heard cheers from the other
boys. Were those the boys who had been on the track team with Erik and me?
I glanced at the screen and saw me kissing Rye and rubbing our cocks
together. Rye had been right about the surveillance equipment. But I had
never imagined the uses that might be made of the footage.


Erik grabbed my face roughly and forced me to look up at him. "Please
Erik," I whispered, "I'm not like that."


He smacked me so hard across the face I thought I would lose my balance and
fall over. "Shut up you fuckin' uppity slave. Who gave you permission to
talk to a free boy?" Then he roughly pulled open his jeans and reached into
his boxer shorts. He stuffed his thick young cock into my mouth and I got
ready for the onslaught of piss.


No urine came. As my tongue moved along the bottom of his cock, I felt his
tool getting stiffer and longer. I looked up at his face and saw him
sweating. One of the boys called to him, "What'sa matter, man? Are you pee
shy?" Erik called back, "This cocksucker's tongue is so hot he got me all
boned up." There was laughter as the other boy called back, "So make that
hungry little homo slave happy and feed him your spunk!"


I saw a dark look across Erik's face as he reached for my ears. He started
to fuck my mouth in a way I had never experienced before. He was slamming
into me so hard I thought his pubic bone would break my nose. Over and over
unrelenting he yelled out, "Yee-haw" and indeed he was acting like he was
riding a bronco with his cock.


"Damn, Wally," he grunted as he rode hot and heavy. "You're a cock-hungry
little fag. Shit, all that time I had the locker next to you I'll bet you
were looking at my cock and boning up. Shit, you little cumdump, if you
were looking at my ass I'll fuckin' really hurt you bad, toiletface."


Then he began to shout out, "Ten... Nine... Eight... Seven..." By this time
the gang of boys had joined in with the rest of the
numbers. "Six... Five... Four... Three... Two..." And then when Erik
slammed in on number one his cock spurted load after load of steamy cream
down my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could. He pulled out of my mouth
so that I got the last spurt of spunk right in the eyes.


Erik held his dick in his hand now. The look on his face seemed as evil as
the look I usually got from Brad Winston. I knew what he was going to do. I
leaned forward and tried to take his cock in my mouth, but he slapped my
face with his tool and began pissing all over me. He pissed in my hair, on
my face, down my chest. I just bowed my head and took it. I tried to block
out the sound of the other boys cheering. Damn, I had heard them cheer for
me at the state track finals, and now they were cheering for my
degradation.


I was hosed down and moved further back to an area where only men would
go. The boys who had been my teammates on the track team were first in line
to get blowjobs from me. But Eddie's pals from the football team cut into
the line. Every so often a dad would come along and they'd let him go to
the front of the line. There was Erik's dad. I had been going to his house
to play since second grade. And now he was gloating as he shoved his uncut
cheesy dick into my mouth for a cleaning. Were people really so nasty? Were
men really so perverse?


Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, I heard the captain's
voice. I glanced to the side while still sucking on the cock in my mouth
and was horrified by what I saw. The captain had his big arm around my
younger brother's shoulder. My brother, Will, was wearing the gray pants of
a school uniform, but had removed the white shirt and tie so that he was
just wearing a white undershirt from the waist up.


My brother was saying, "My dad told me but I wouldn't have believed it if I
hadn't seen that video." I knew just what he was talking about.


The captain chuckled softly and said, "Show me you're a real man, little
buddy, heheheheh."


Then the boys on line were being moved aside by the captain. My brother was
standing right in front of me. I could smell alcohol on him and from the
way he was unsteady I knew he was already drunk. I don't know whether my
brother had ever been drunk before. When I looked up at his face, Will
blushed and turned away. And through this he was struggling with the snap
and zipper on his gray slacks.


Captain Winston came up to my kid brother and grabbed his pants and pulled
them down to his knees along with his briefs. Will was shy and put a hand
over his dick. But the captain just laughed and slurred, "Be a man. Stick
it in the slave boy's mouth."


Will hesitated so I just leaned forward and gobbled his cock and began
working my tongue over it. What the hell! I had already sucked my father's
cock. I had sucked the cocks of my former friends and the nasty jocks from
school that I'd always hated. Now that I was giving my younger brother what
was probably his first blowjob, I was gonna suck him good.


His dick stretched to full length as my tongue massaged right under the
head. Will called out, "Fuck, he does love sucking cocks." Then the boy
caressed my head and started humping his hips never really pulling his meat
too far from the warmth of my mouth, but moving it around on my tongue.


I was trying not to look up into Will's face knowing that embarrassed
him. When I looked to the side I saw Captain Winston standing there with
his hand in his pocket glaring at Will's ass. Then I looked and realized I
could see Will's back reflected in a shiny cabinet across the way. I saw
the way Will's firm ass cheeks moved in and out, clenching and then
releasing, as he rode his cock in my mouth. I looked back at the captain
and saw the way he was moving his hand in his pocket and the way he was
staring. He was staring at the crack in Will's ass. I could read the
captain's mind. He was thinking how nice those firm young cheeks would feel
clenching and unclenching as they rode on his stiff prick.


Will's boner slapped against the roof of my mouth. His eyes were closed. He
was looking up at the sky and I thought he would start howling. I tasted
his sweet cream sliding down my throat. He immediately pulled out of me and
turned away. The captain was coming close. There was no way I could warn
Will about the fate that awaited him. I knew now how powerful the captain
was; how manipulative; how unscrupulous he was; and how much he loved young
smooth flesh.


My younger brother was trying to keep his genitals covered as he struggled
to pull his underwear and slacks up from his knees. So very na^'ve! The boy
was bending over and turning his back in an effort to keep his dick hidden
from the captain, not realizing that the evil old man was much more
interested in looking at his backside.


Did I really think that would be the low point of my night? How could I
underestimate the nastiness and perversity of the men in the town of
Winston?


I found myself inside a musty room with a pool table in the middle. Men
were gathered around. Of course Captain Winston was there along with the
principal, my coach, a few men I didn't recognize, but some I knew from the
town. There was Aldo, the barber who had been cutting my hair since I was
ten. There was Mr. Blank, father of the twins I used to babysit. They were
smoking cigars and drinking brandy. And I knew I had been brought in as
entertainment.


All I had on was the cup that covered my genitals. I hadn't realized before
but with the gauze taped over my recently circumcised penis and the cup
covering it all, it looked as if I didn't have anything down there.


I was told to wash out my mouth and was supervised to gargle and rinse and
scrub my lips numerous times until all trace of urine would be gone. Then
the coach tossed me a pair of pink panties with flowers on them. I just
looked at him, my eyes wide, and shook my head slowly. "Please," I
whispered. The principal slapped me across the face for speaking without
permission and the coach tossed me a pink bra with small bows on it. I
obediently put on the bra and panties wishing I could just sink into the
earth and disappear.


Aldo placed a blond wig on my head. The hair color was close to my own, the
cut seemed very young and girlish. The barber then pushed me down into a
seat and began applying makeup. He brushed pink blush on my cheeks, smeared
lipstick on my lips and then worked on my eyes. "Careful," someone
exclaimed. "Don't make her look too slutty." Another voice added in, "Yeah,
she's still such a sweet young thing, hardly any titties yet."


Drunken laughter filled the room. Almost as an afterthought I was given a
pink satin slip to pull up my legs. It was very short and barely covered my
flowered panties. I couldn't look anyone in the eyes.


"Awwww, look how shy our little girl is," Mr Blank said in a mocking way,
the back of his hand brushing along my cheek. I cowered away from him and
he laughed.


Then the men lifted me onto the edge of the pool table. My high school
principal stood in front of me, his fingers playing with my nipples through
the fabric of the pink bra. "Sure she's shy. She's such a sweet young
thing, doesn't even fill out her training bra yet." Then he kissed me full
on the mouth. His tongue was wet and sloppy. Even his moustache was wet and
sloppy and his kiss was disgusting. I tried to pull back from the
principal.


I was grabbed by my former coach who laughed, "Aw, our little lady don't
like being stripped to her panties in front of all these big nasty men."
Coach kissed me in a violent way, shoving his tongue hard down my
throat. Simultaneously, his fingers went into the back of the flowered
panties and he shoved one finger hard and dry up my ass, making me howl in
pain in spite of all the ass fucking I had experienced. The cruel coach
just laughed and snarled, "Our little lady don't even have any bush on her
pussy." My utter disgust for these evil men multiplied a hundredfold just
then. Fuck, these sick bastards not only wanted to pretend I was a girl,
but they were playing a scene in which I was a young girl and I was their
victim!


Suddenly I was pushed back so my head hit the pool table and my legs were
in the air. Just the back of my flowered panties were pulled far enough so
my ass crack was revealed. Then I felt the thick head of the coach's cock
shoving against my anal opening. Fuck, didn't this man know anything about
lubricant? Or maybe he just wanted to make me hurt?


The principal grabbed my face and looked down at me with an expression that
almost implied sympathy. "Look at how pretty she is," he said in a soft
voice. "You must be the little sister of that boy Wally. Yes, you're
Wally's little sister and your lips are just as soft and inviting as his
ever were."


His cock was surprisingly thick when he shoved it into my mouth. It tasted
as if he hadn't washed under the foreskin in weeks. I gagged on it. He
pulled back and then pushed it in harder. The coach was now firmly embedded
in my butt and men were encouraging him to "fuck that twat, nice tight
little pussy."


I could no longer keep track of which man was fucking which hole. I was
defeated. They had won. Whatever the game they wanted to play, they were
the winners. I looked around at all the men surrounding the pool
table. Yes, they were all good heterosexuals. They had only fucked me after
they could pretend I was a young girl. I closed my eyes and tried to
imagine a place in hell worthy of these vile perverts.