Date: Fri, 03 Mar 2006 21:32:12 -0600
From: Mini Tower <mini-tower@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jimmy Goes Down and Rises Up, Chapter 4

JIMMY GOES DOWN AND RISES UP

by Mini Tower

FOREWORD

      This story is fiction.  This story is copyright 2006.  This story
contains graphic sexual material, including depictions of non-consensual
homosexual sex.  I have separated this story into chapters for ease of
reading.  I will post chapters over time to build suspense (there are
fourteen chapters in total for anyone who wants to wait until all chapters
have been posted).  If you are under eighteen or it is illegal for you to
read this material in your local jurisdiction, please go elsewhere.  This
story incorporates concepts that I have read in other stories.  I am
grateful to and thank all the great authors that have inspired me to write
this story.  Any problems with this story, however, are entirely my fault.
I have published this story to share my work with others for entertainment
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CHAPTER 4

      Much of my life started falling into a routine.  I would be fucked
from both ends almost every morning and evening.  Bobby enjoyed making me
do other things, however, during the day, especially when he was watching
television.  Bobby and Billy liked watching television a lot.  Sometimes
they would watch movies and sometimes regular television and cable
programs, but a lot of the time they watched porno movies.  Billy used me
during these times, however, only when Bobby was either bored or not
around.

      Bobby loved to have his dick in my mouth during a program.  I could
not suck it or lick it; I just had to hold it in my mouth.  I had to do
this for the length of the program, which was sometimes only a half an hour
but other times during an entire two hour movie.  Once the program ended, I
would suck him off and swallow his come.  Other times I would have to lick
and suck on his large, low-hanging testicles.  I would put one ball in my
mouth and then the other, but they were too large for me to fit both in my
mouth at the same time.  Bobby really loved to have his balls caressed and
pleasured by my mouth and tongue.  This game also always ended with either
me sucking him off or being fucked by him.

      When he watched porno movies, Bobby's dick would get very hard, and
he often would make me sit on it.  I would just sit on his lap with his
hard cock buried completely inside me.  I was not allowed to move, but
occasionally Bobby would grind against me slowly.  The discomfort of having
a large object stuck up my ass for long periods of time was incredible.  I
would have begged him to let me get off his hard-on, but I knew that
begging would only make him more determined to make me sit on his big dick
more often.

      Once the porno ended, I would have to lift myself up and down on his
hard tool until he came in my ass.  It was actually pretty hard work
lifting my entire body up and then falling back down on his large dick.  I
tried very hard, however, to move as quickly as I could because I knew he
would come faster than way.  Once he came I would have to stay seated on
his cock until it softened and slowly fell out of my ass.  After those
sessions of sitting on his dick for so long, my ass would be sore for days.

      At some point Bobby heard about rimming, and he decided that he
wanted me to try it on him.  He made me lick his asshole and push my tongue
inside as far as it could go.  Bobby didn't seem to like this very much,
however, because he did not make me do it very often.  I think he enjoyed
the look of humiliation on my face when I was forced to do it, but I don't
think he was really that into it.

      Of course I didn't like rimming him, but many of the other things
that he made me do were even worse because of the pain involved.  At least
rimming didn't hurt.  This lack of any real physical pain or discomfort may
have been another reason that Bobby didn't ask me to rim him very often.
Bobby and Billy both maintained pretty good hygiene, so the taste of
rimming them wasn't really that bad.  I never really tasted any shit, just
body sweat and other anal secretions.  It was more the idea of my tongue in
their ass that bothered me.

      One of the other favorite games Bobby liked to play while he was
watching television was to make me lie across his lap while he played with
my asshole with his fingers.  I would sometimes be draped across his lap
for hours while he would insert one or more fingers in my rectum.
Eventually he moved on to fisting me.  Out of desperation, I begged him to
use lubricant.  He actually agreed.  I asked him to use lubricant before,
but he refused to let me use anything other than saliva on the grounds that
he wanted me to lick and suck on whatever had been up my ass.  He did not
want the taste of the lubricant to interfere with the taste of bodily
fluids that I was forced to ingest every time I sucked on something that
came out of my ass.  Usually the object was a penis, but sometimes it was a
finger or some other implement Bobby would shove inside me.  Even Bobby
realized, however, that fisting would require real lubricant.

      Bobby told Billy to get some Vaseline on the bathroom.  Billy brought
the container to Bobby, and Bobby took a huge scope of the goop and spread
it around by asshole.  He inserted one finger and then another.  He was
working his fingers around trying to loosen me up.  Eventually he got three
and then four fingers inside, and finally his entire hand was up my ass.
This process actually took about ten to fifteen minutes because as big a
jerk as Bobby was, he didn't want to risk causing any real damage.  A trip
to the hospital with a badly damaged rectum would be difficult for him to
explain.

      The pain was excruciating.  I understand that some men enjoy this
activity, but all I felt was the most searing pain I had ever had to endure
in my life.  I was crying and whimpering, but Bobby only laughed as he
listened to my pained utterances.  He teased me that I wasn't taking it
like the faggot that I was.  Luckily fisting me was too much work, and
Bobby only did this a few times.  Billy only did it to me once, and I think
it was because he was incredibly curious to see what it was really all
about.

      The vast majority of these television encounters involved only Bobby.
Although Billy got plenty of blow jobs from me, and he fucked me on a
regular basis, these activities were relegated primarily to our morning and
evening fuck and suck successions.  Bobby tended to monopolize me during
television time.  Of course, sometimes Bobby would have friends over, and
as a good host he would let them play with me as well.  Most of them didn't
like to play with my body; however, they just wanted to come.  They wanted
to come in my mouth, and they want to come and my ass.

      Billy got control of me during television time either when Bobby was
bored of me or when Bobby was not home.  When Billy would use me during
these times when Bobby was home, he would do all the same things to me that
Bobby did.  When Bobby wasn't home, however, Billy generally only wanted
one thing - to be rimmed.  Billy just loved having my tongue up his ass.
He wanted me to lick his ass; he wanted me to suck his ass; he wanted me to
push my tongue as far up his ass as I could and wiggle it with all my
might.  Occasionally he would be so horny that he would want me to do
something that would end in orgasm for him.  But usually our regular
morning and evening sessions kept him satiated.  No, when he was really
alone with me and could have me do what he really wanted, all he wanted was
my tongue up his ass.

      With all the practice on Billy, I got pretty good at rim jobs.  I'm
not sure if it occurred to Billy that it would be embarrassing to him if I
ever mentioned to Bobby that Billy liked getting rimmed so much whenever
Bobby wasn't around.  But it didn't matter because I never said anything to
Bobby.  I think Billy was pretty sure I would never give this information
to Bobby.

End Chapter 4
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