Date: Sat, 11 Mar 2006 19:20:24 -0600
From: Mini Tower <mini-tower@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jimmy Goes Down and Rises Up, Chapter 8

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 8

      Once we got back to the children's wing, I told them to clean
themselves.  I wanted them to shower together and shave each other's body
hair.  They also needed to clean their insides with enemas.  I wanted a
couple of smooth clean little boys.  They took their time trying to put off
the inevitable.  I did not mind.  I enjoyed the anticipation.  While they
showered, I undressed.

      When they finally came out of the bathroom, I was sitting in a chair.
I said, "Bobby, you can go first.  You know what to do."  He got on his
knees in front of the chair and started to bring his mouth to my penis.  I
told him to stop and that while I knew he was excited to start servicing
his new master, there would be plenty of time for that later.  No, I wanted
him over my knees first.  I spanked him as hard and long as I could.  I
wanted him to break down.  When I was done spanking him, I whipped him.
Then I strapped him and paddled him and caned him.  I had carefully bought
implements with materials that would not cause permanent damage but would
hurt when applied properly.  By the end, he was crying like a baby.

      I told him that now he could honor me with his mouth.  He gave me an
unskilled blow job between his sobs, but I did not mind.  I was enjoying
the look of humiliation and pain on his face as I moved my hips back and
forth into his mouth.  I told him that if I felt any teeth, I would rip his
balls off.  When I came, he knew better than to spit it out and swallowed
it all.

      I was so excited that I stayed hard in his mouth.  I told him to get
it as wet as he could because he knew what was coming next.  He pulled back
so that my dick fell out of his mouth and started pleading, "Please don't
fuck me.  I'm not gay.  I don't want to be fucked in the ass.  Only faggots
get fucked in the ass, and I'm not a faggot.  I'm sorry for what I did to
you.  Please forgive me.  I'll suck you off.  I'll do anything.  Just
please don't fuck me."

      "Boy," I said to him, "do you understand the irony in what you just
said to me?  Those are pretty much the same words I said to you over two
years ago when you fucked me the first time.  I guess you don't remember.
They were not the exact same words, but basically the same sentiment.  I
begged you not to fuck me.  I told you that I was not gay and did not want
it.  I told you that I would do anything else.  Do you remember what you
told me?"  Bobby remained silent.  "You told me that I had nothing to offer
you because you could take whatever you wanted and what you wanted was my
ass.  Well guess what, payback is a bitch and so are you.  Now my hard-on
is getting dry.  Wet it down and then turn around for the fucking of your
life."

      Bobby soaked down my dick with his saliva as best he could.  Then he
turned around on his hands and knees and tried to brace himself for what
was to come.  I spread him open and spit on his asshole.  I stuck one
finger in a tried to loosen him up.  I put two fingers in and stretched his
ass as best as I could.  I was getting impatient, so I pulled out my
fingers and put the tip of my cock at his hole and applied pressure.  Bobby
started to scream, but I just kept on going at a slow and steady pace until
I bottomed out.

      The sensation was like nothing I had ever experienced.  The only
thing that had ever brought me to orgasm had been my hand, an on a few
occasions, the hand of a girl either experimenting with my body or trying
to humiliate me.  Now my dick was being massaged on all sides by Bobby's
rectum.  The incredible feelings of physical and psychological satisfaction
were almost more than I could process.  I had just emerged from hell and
admitted to heaven.  I was receiving physical pleasure from and humiliating
the boy that had almost destroyed my life.  If that moment was not justice,
then justice never existed.

      I started to fuck Bobby like a madman.  I was having my first fuck
and it felt good.  His hole was tight and warm and caressed my penis as it
slid back and forth in his taut tunnel.  I knew fucking would feel good,
but I had no idea that the physical sensations would be this good.  Every
thrust back and forth sent waives of glorious rapture through my penis.
That moment in time was as perfect for me as a moment could be.

      I learned later that sex comes in two basic categories.  There was
sex that grew out of mutual attraction and affection.  Then there was sex
that arose out of power and dominance.  I think anyone could easily guess
which type of sex I was having with Bobby.  Nevertheless I was enjoying the
power, and I was enjoying the dominance.  Eventually I would learn to
appreciate and prefer romantic sex.  But at that moment in my life, the
only thing that I needed was authoritarian sex involving my penis
penetrating Bobby's rectum.  My dick felt good, and my brain felt good.  I
was giving this bully who had tortured me for over two years a small taste
of what his life would become.

      After fucking him doggy style for a while, I made him get on the bed
face up with Billy holding his legs back.  I watched his face as I pounded
my tool in and out of his hole.  It was a look of pure horror.  He was not
enjoying any part of this.  Although his screams died down over time, the
whimpering kept going.  I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Do you
also remember what you said to me the first time you fucked me?  You told
me how no one ever forgets his first.  No matter how many other dicks go in
this ass, and believe me there will be others, you will always remember me
as your first.  Do you remember what else you told me?  You told me that I
would always be your bitch because your cock was the first one up my ass.
Well bitch, who is the bitch now?  I think it's clear that you're me bitch
and always will be.  Oh, one more thing, congratulations on finally losing
your anal virginity."  Bobby's look of horror on his face became even more
tortured as I said these words to him.  Of course, that virginity was one
that Bobby never intended on losing.

      When I finally came in his ass, I shouted out in triumph while he
cried in anguish.  I stood back, and he got on his knees and cleaned my
penis with his mouth.  He looked like he was getting nauseous, and after
finishing cleaning my dick he threw up.  I made him lick up the vomit and
get into the bathroom to clean up.  Once in the bathroom, he threw up
again, but this time I let him vomit in the toilet and flush it.  He was
more miserable then he ever thought possible.

      Now it was Billy's turn.  I gave him a spanking and whipping, but
nothing like what I gave Bobby.  I was pretty boned up and didn't want to
take the time, but I also did not have any interest in hurting Billy as
much as Bobby.  Billy seemed to just want to be accepted by his brother and
never really tried to hurt me.

      After two ejaculations in a row, I would have thought my penis would
have deflated.  But I was so excited about getting justice that I remained
hard.  Billy came over and started sucking me.  His actions were completely
different than his brother's.  Billy sucked me with as much energy and
enthusiasm as a person could muster.  He was still an amateur, so his
technique was not perfect.  But what he lacked in skill, he made up for in
enthusiasm.  He eagerly swallowed after I came and then spit on the end of
my dick to lubricate it.  He jumped on the bed and grabbed his legs,
pulling his knees to his ears, exposing his asshole to me.

      I walked over to the bed and looked down at him.  He smiled up at me
and stared at my still hard cock.  I would have thought it would go down
after three times, but it wanted the full treatment.  My mind was telling
my penis that it could not relax until both boys were penetrated at both
ends.  I spit on Billy's asshole and inserted my finger to loosen him up.
He moaned out loud.  I finally pushed my dick inside of him and started to
fuck him.  After a couple of minutes he started to moan and shouted, "Yes,
fuck me.  Finally, I have wanted this for over two years.  Fuck me.  Make
me your bitch.  I love you.  I want you.  Please fuck me harder."

      The truth finally came out.  I had suspected it, but I never bothered
to give it a lot of thought.  There were quite a few clues.  The first time
Billy fucked me and leaned over and almost kissed me.  The obsession he had
with my body.  The most obvious clue, of course, was the fact that he
wanted me to rim him as much as possible.  He didn't have the nerve to ask
me to fuck him because he could never explain that to his brother.  But
Bobby had forced me to give a rim job, so Billy felt it was safe for me to
rim him.  There were also plenty of looks that Billy gave me when Bobby
wasn't looking that were more a look of desire than a look of dominance.

      Billy was not just gay.  He was a submissive bottom.  Sure, he liked
getting off from time to time.  Everyone enjoys coming.  But what Billy
really liked was to be dominated by others.  He had been dominated by Bobby
and learned to see that domination as the only source of affection he
craved.  Billy wanted to be fucked as much as possible.  Billy was
insatiable.  He got hard just thinking about getting fucked.  Bobby was not
happy to find out these facts about his brother.  In some ways Bobby was to
blame.  I don't mean that Bobby made Billy gay, although no one knows for
sure why anyone becomes gay.  But Bobby certainly had a big part in making
Billy the kind of homosexual that Bobby looked down on the most - a
submissive bottom who loved getting fucked.

      While I was fucking Billy, I said something that surprised them both.
I told Bobby to get Billy's dick ready for action.  I wanted Billy to fuck
Bobby.  They both asked me not to make them do that.  Bobby did not want to
get fucked again, especially by his younger brother.  Billy simply did not
want to commit incest with his brother.  I didn't care that I was forcing
them to commit incest.  I wanted Bobby to be humiliated with that cock -
the cock of the boy Bobby had bossed around their entire lives - up Bobby's
tight ass.

      I finished fucking Billy while Bobby was sucking on Billy's cock.  I
told Bobby to keep sucking while Billy cleaned my dick.  Once my cock was
clean, I stepped back and looked at the sight before me.  A sixteen year
old boy was sucking on his brother's fifteen year old penis.  I was amazed
at how easily I attained control over these boys.

      Billy tried not to get hard.  I could tell by the look in his eyes
that he was trying to think of something unsexy.  He thought that if he did
not get hard, I could not make him fuck his brother.  I had an idea,
however, that broke down his resistance.  I walked behind Billy as Bobby
was on his knees sucking on Billy's dick, trying to make it hard.  Well,
Bobby wasn't really trying, but he knew if he didn't make some effort, I
would punish him.  I put my hands on Billy's shoulders and leaned over to
whisper in his ear.  Billy was only an inch taller than me, so this was not
very difficult.  I murmured, "Come on big fella.  Don't you want to make me
happy?  I really want to see that big piece of meat in action.  It will
make me so excited.  I might even be able to get it up again and fuck you
one last time before we go to sleep."

      That last comment really got him.  He started breathing heavily.  I
could tell from the look in Bobby's eyes that Billy's cock was expanding.
Billy could not help but think of my dick up his ass.  These thought
quickly gave him an erection.  Once Billy was hard, I made Bobby stop.
Then Bobby got into position to be fucked by his brother.  As Billy's penis
became firmly lodged in Bobby's ass, nature took over and Billy started to
fuck in earnest.  Although my dick had loosened him up, Billy's tool was
larger than mine, so I am sure Bobby was feeling some pain in new places.

      The idea of Bobby getting fucked by his brother was getting me
excited so I decided to double team Bobby.  While Billy was fucking Bobby,
I made Bobby suck me.  I did not stay in his mouth that long.  When I
started to feel like I might come, I pulled out and went around to Billy's
ass.  I said, "Well, I know this is what you want, so here it comes."  I
drove my cock home up Billy's ass and Billy cried in ecstasy.  Billy may
not have liked the idea of having sex with his brother, but he could not
deny the pleasure he was experiencing at that moment.  We had a pretty good
rhythm going.  Billy would ram into his brother, and then I would ram into
Billy.  We would pull back and start the process over again.

      Unfortunately, all good things come to an end, and Billy came pretty
quickly after I started fucking him.  I made him stay inside his brother
until I came, which took a while as that was my fifth ejaculation of the
evening.  After I came, I made Bobby clean Billy's dick.  After Billy's
penis was free of all bodily fluids other than Bobby's saliva, I made them
masturbate sitting next to each other and eat their own come.  Billy liked
the taste, but Bobby grimaced as he swallowed it down.  Once they finished
licking their hands clean, I sent the boys to bed.

End Chapter 8
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