Date: Mon, 10 Nov 2008 04:04:03 -0800 (PST)
From: Casey Jordan <sub_casey@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jimmy: Part 6

This story contains sexual exchanges and activities, mostly
semi-nc/reluctant and a lot of it incestuous, between adults and an
under-aged teenager or between teenagers, involving elements of
punishment/torture, bondage, domination/submission, humiliation,
exhibitionism, and lots of hard hot sex with multiple partners. If you
can't bear to read such stuff or if it's illegal for you to do so, please
stop reading right here. Otherwise, enjoy!

This story is about 14-year-old Jimmy who lives alone with his step-father
Harry, a big, bearish, boy-loving bisexual in his 40's. For some reason,
Jimmy seems to bring out the worst in his old man, and as time goes on,
Harry finds more and more perverted ways in which to use and abuse his
step-son, even bringing in his other boy-loving friends, Jimmy's own
school-mates and teachers, the school janitor, and pretty much anyone else
he can think of into the picture. Unlike my other stories, this one is told
from the points-of-view of both Jimmy and Harry.

Comments and suggestions welcome at: sub_casey@yahoo.com.



Jimmy - Part 6: Sunday Morning (M/t, anal, nc/reluc, inc, piss)

by Casey



I woke up on Sunday morning curled up on my side with my step-dad's heavy,
hairy arm slung over my naked body. Even in sleep, Harry's loose embrace
had that sense of possessiveness over me. His big burly form dwarfed my
small, lithe body and his arm trapped me effortlessly under its bulk. The
very thought of his power over me was enough to weaken my limbs and make me
think twice about wriggling away from under his grasp.

Feeling that big muscular arm draped over my shoulder, trapping my own arm
and pushing me down onto the bed evoked images of how he used me last
night, how easily he subdued me with his awesome strength as he made use of
my body in whatever way he saw fit. And before that, Rob and Virgil and Sam
as they had their way with me, passing me between themselves as if I was a
rag doll. And how, despite my useless struggles and whimpers of protest,
the power and the depravity of their relentless thrusts inside me would
make me shoot my own fresh boycum again and again in clear mockery of my
objections.

The memories made me suddenly aware of a dull throbbing between my legs. My
asslips felt tight and swollen. In fact, various other parts of my body
didn't feel that much better off. In the throes of their passion, the men
often paid little attention as to how hard they were gripping me or how
roughly they were twisting me or folding up my limbs in order to maximize
their pleasure. As a result, I now had sore muscles all over me, in my
shoulders, my upper arms, my waist and thighs. Yet, somehow, the persistent
ache throughout my body gave me a sort of quiet, twisted satisfaction, as
if at a job well done.

Harry'd always maintained that I'd brought it all on myself. Every passing
day only convinced me more and more that he was right.

I still wondered sometimes how it'd be like to live like the other kids, to
live a normal life, to come back from school and play video games or go
skateboarding in the park instead of being subjected to constant
sex. Lately, however, I'd noticed that my ponderings had become more
wistful, as if I'd accepted that such a life was now permanently beyond my
reach. Deep inside, I now knew that I'd never be anything other than my
step-father's sex slave.

A year ago, I wasn't even sure if I really liked boys more than girls, but
once Harry got to me it was too late to make a choice. Now, my body had
been completely conditioned to crave sex with men more than anything. Where
other boys fantasized about their female classmates' boobs, all I could
think of was cock. A part of me hated what I'd become, but I was powerless
to resist it. I hated being a fucktoy for men, but at the same time I
wanted men to use me, to spend their wanton lusts on me.  I wanted them to
treat me like a sex-crazed, shameless whore.

"You were born to serve men," Harry would tell me every time he watched my
eyes glaze over with lust. "You wouldn't have grown up normal even if you
tried. All I did when I put those faggot magazines in your bag was speed
things up a little. It didn't make sense to wait until you realize it on
your own, by which time you may already be 17 or 18. Boysluts should be
enjoyed while they're still young, while they have their best years ahead
of them. And I can tell you that a 14-year-old boy's pussy beats a
20-year-old man's every time. And you should enjoy it while it lasts, too,
boy. By the time you're 20, all you'll be good for is to be pimped out on
the streets to men who don't mind fucking a loose, stretched out hole."

I shut my eyes at the picture of a wide gaping hole between my legs that
would never close despite everything I did and moved to pry myself out from
under Harry's arm.  It was heavy and it took most of my strength to hold it
up as I tried to wriggle myself forward slowly on the bed. All I wanted to
do at that moment was huddle under a warm shower and rub the ache away from
my abused hole. I almost made it and was gently lowering Harry's arm onto
the sheets when it twisted and I found my thin wrist trapped in his
vice-like grip instead.

"Going somewhere, love?" My step-father's voice drawled behind me.

I froze. "Uhh.. I need to pee, Sir," I stammered.

"And make me wait for my morning fuck? I don't think so."

Harry pulled my arm over my head and transfered my wrist into his other
hand. Then he did the same with my other arm, easily rendering me helpless
in a single stroke.  As I continued to try to wriggle away, my head shaking
dumbly in protest, Harry wrapped his big hairy forearm around my waist and
effortlessly pulled my slim naked body flush to his. I gasped as I felt his
formerly slumbering cock stirring against my flesh, nudging me in the cleft
between my thighs.

"Please, Dad," I begged softly. "I don't think I can take any more."

Harry huffed behind me. He ran his fingers all over my torso, pausing at
each of my nipples only to grab a handful of my breast flesh and tit and
give them a painful twist. "You see all this?" He asked me. "It's all
mine. And I decide how much it will take, not you." As he said that, he
lifted my left knee and slid his hardening cock onto the inner flesh of my
right thigh. Then he lowered my left leg again. His mantool was now trapped
between the soft-firm muscles of my thighs, the thick, bulging proboscis
expanding and lengthening steadily in the lithe grip of my legs.

My step-dad fucked his growing phallus leisurely between my slender thighs
for a while, letting the friction entice it to its full hardness. After a
time, I stole a glance downward to see his angry cockhead poking and
disappearing repeatedly between my pale tender flesh, and then averted my
gaze from the lewd spectacle.

"Every single part of your body," Harry's previous words echoed in my
skull, "is made for a man's pleasure. It's what you are. I'll show it to
you, one by one."

Harry lifted my left leg again but this time pulled my knee all the way up
until it came near my chest. "Hold it there," he ordered as he released my
left hand.

I obeyed and then found his fingers nudging at my lips. I opened my mouth
and let his fingers slip in before wetting them with my tongue. I'd just
woken up and my mouth was a bit dry but I strove to produce as much saliva
as possible to coat his digits. I knew what was coming.

Harry removed his fingers and I waited to feel them down there, but he
didn't push his fingers into me as I expected. He must have rubbed the
saliva onto the head of his cock instead. Then I felt him moving his
manhood, positioning the nine-inch- plus boy ravager at my hole. I gritted
my teeth as he tensed up for a shove.

His first thrust was quick enough to sink the entire head of his cock into
me and render my grunt of protest immaterial. The sudden entry caused a
sharp pain that caused me to screw my eyes shut and throw my head back. The
pain didn't subside.  Instead, as the monster started to burrow its way
deeper into me, the soreness in my swollen asslips - or cuntlips as Harry
would've called them - began to intensify, sending additional jolts of fire
up my spine at every milimeter. Harry paid no heed to my muffled gasps as
he continued to drive his huge member into me, his bulk hunkering down
behind me as he force-fed his raging manhood up my tortured anus.

I began to squirm and moan as the thick phallus opened me up more and more,
pushing inexorably at my sensitive anal walls to make room for its gigantic
girth. Harry slipped one arm under my uplifted knee and used it to clamp my
twitching body still.  With my my left arm trapped under his and the other
held immobile above my head, there was nothing I could do to resist the
invasion. Once again, my step-dad showed how easily he could overpower me,
how easily he could bend my body to his will.

With nothing else to do, I willed my relatively dry hole to relax and
accept the rape. I unclenched my sore sphincters forcefully, pretending
that I was taking a shit. My eyes rolled in their sockets as my ass muscles
convulsed and allowed the two thickest inches of my step-dad's cock to sink
in. I feigned voiding my guts again - moaning helplessly as I did so - and
another two inches of thick, steel- hard prick slid into me. I hated
surrendering myself to a man's desires like so, but in the end it was much
less painful than fighting all the way.

By then, my rectal lining must have secreted some juice to ease my
suffering and more of Harry's dick slipped in without me having to loosen
my bowels. The feeling as inch after inch of hot virile mancock tunneled
into my boycunt was indescribable.

Harry chuckled at the long low moan that escaped me as his member sank to
the roots.  "Feels good, doesn't it?" He whispered into my ear. "And you
hate how good it feels no matter how torn up you think your cunt is."

I clamped my mouth shut as if in denial but he just chuckled again before
starting to nibble on my neck and ear, stabbing his tongue deep into the
latter as he grinded his cock into me without actually moving it in or
out. He kept it up for a few minutes, just letting his tool bask quietly in
the warmth of my guts. As he smothered my jaw and neck with lovebites, the
hand holding up my left leg strayed to my nipples to twist and pull at
them, one after the other, eliciting fresh new moans from me.

Then Harry withdrew slowly, and the sensation as that huge log of a cock
pulled out was even more indescribable. All of my fingers and toes curled
up in ecstacy as my asslips clutched and grappled at the immense,
out-sliding fuckstick. It was like he was pulling out the core of my
being. I wanted the sensation to go on forever.

For about ten minutes, Harry long-dicked me, turning me into a twitching,
moaning pile of abused boyflesh. He'd pull his cock almost all the way out,
and then slide it back in again just as slowly. Both movements drove me
nuts, made me want to escape him and take more of him at the same time. I
let go of my leg and tried to push him away, my hand grappling with his
thick hard abdomen. He ignored my pitiful struggle and grabbed hold of my
leg under the knee to keep it out of the way.

"No, Daddy, please stop.." I pleaded to him as my hole spasmed
uncontrollably around his spearing girth. My cock had long since grown hard
and now I could feel the initial churnings in my guts.

"Damn it, boy," Harry grunted behind me. "You've such a hungry cunt. Can't
stick a cock up you for a few minutes without having you shoot all over the
place."

My step-dad paused to let me come down from the impending high. After
several moments, my hole stopped twitching wildly and I felt the gathering
orgasm subside, although not completely. Harry shifted me about until my
face was pressed into my pillow, my left knee still pressed up against my
ribs. He gathered both my arms and twisted them so that both of my hands
were trapped behind my back against his body.  Then, he pressed my
shoulders and neck into the bed with one hand and began to fuck me with
short fast jabs.

I felt like a rabbit being bred out in a meadow somewhere. Harry's hips
slammed into mine repeatedly like a piston, making my small body bounce
about on the bed.  The bed itself groaned and creaked ghastily under the
assault, and its headboard banged continually against the wall. I tried to
get away but my hands were trapped and my body was held too securely in
place by Harry's arm on my neck and under my knee. All I could do was moan
raggedly and unevenly in protest.

Within minutes I could feel my balls churning again. The assault on my
asslips and my prostate was unbearable. The sheer pumping of my step-dad's
cock inside me was going to make me nut again. I was going to cum without
even touching myself, just because a man was fucking me, because he was
raping my ass with his cock. It was one of the reasons why they called it a
cunt, I knew. Only a girl would cum when a guy was fucking her hole.

Just as I was about to resign myself to cumming, Harry stopped fucking me
and held himself still. I gasped as I hovered in that delicious moment of
uncertainty, and then I heaved against him, forcing my boypussy to move
against my step-father's cock, desperate for him to fuck me again,
desperate for release. Harry'd expected this, and his hold across my
shoulders and around my thigh and torso hardened, his muscles clenching
powerfully to hold me completely still. No matter how hard I tried, I
couldn't move a muscle. I couldn't even move enough to rub my straining
cock against the bed sheets.

"No..." I moaned in utter despair and began to sob. I still have no idea
whether it was because of the frustration of my orgasm being denied or
because of my shame at finally wanting to cum while being mercilessly
fucked by my own step-father, but I cried and sniffled until the sheets
were wet with my tears and snot. Harry held me still all the while.

After about five minutes, my sobbing subsided. I could feel that my body
was more relaxed, although my cock was as hard as ever. Harry's muscles
unclenched and I stayed limp as he moved my body about. He sat up on his
knees and drew me up with him until I was leaning back into his broad,
muscular chest. His cock never left me.

"Put your arms around my neck," he ordered.

I obeyed and brought my arms above and behind me and twined my fingers
around his thick neck. Harry moved us to the edge of the bed and, just as
he stepped onto the floor, slipped his arms under my knees so that he could
hold me in the air. I let myself melt into him as he stood there, a big,
tanned, hairy 6'2" bear of a man with a slim, milk-skinned 4'9" 14-year-old
hanging suspended in the air with his hands under my thighs and keeping
them apart.

In that way, Harry walked us to the bathroom. I couldn't stop myself from
moaning as his cock, still buried as it was inside me, slid in and out
slightly in tandem with his steps.

He paused in front of the sink and turned so that we were facing the large
mirror.  A glazed-eyed boy stared back at me, his lithe body in lewd
display, his legs folded at the knees on either side of him and held far
apart by big strong hands. I could see the awesome root of the huge cock
buried inside him, and the full heavy balls beneath dwarfing the boy's own.

Harry bounced me once in the air, letting me see how his powerful manhood
slide a couple inches out from and back into my quivering hole. I moaned
and tried to bring my thighs together, but my step-dad's grip easily held
them apart, forcing me to look at my shame. He bounced me once more. I
groaned and my cock twitched. Fuck, I thought. That simple action was
enough to goad me closer to orgasm again.

As my moan trailed away, Harry turned us away from the mirror and brought
us to the toilet. He bent and slowly lowered me to the floor. My legs
trembled as they took my weight. Harry had to stay bent somewhat behind me
as he made sure that his cock remained in my boycunt. It felt so hard and
pulsed like a second heart inside me.

"Brace your hands on the wall and lean over the seat," Harry told me.

I moved shakingly to obey him and he moved with me, placing his legs on
either side of mine so that his cock didn't pop out. His hands grabbed hold
of my slim hips.

I looked down at the toilet bowl in confusion.

"Well? You said you needed to pee? Pee away, then."

My jaw dropped in disbelief.

"As you pee, I'm gonna fuck you so hard until I cum. But, *you* will not
cum. You will only pee."

The once dried up tears began to run down my cheeks again. My body went
weak with despair as I quailed at the thought of attempting such an
impossible task.

"This will be your only chance for the day," Harry told me as he pulled his
cock almost all the way out, sending me to my tiptoes. "If you don't pee
now, you'll have to wait until tonight, or maybe even tomorrow."

Oh God. The idea of holding in my piss for the whole day was unthinkable.

"You have until I cum to finish pissing," my step-father said, and rammed
his engorged manhood all the way inside me.

My own cock stiffened at the assault but I banished all thoughts of lust
from my mind. I gritted my teeth and concentrated on forcing the piss out
of my bladder.  Harry withdrew and rammed in again to devastating
effect. He tightened his grip on my small waist and began to really fuck
me. He fucked me so hard that I felt like I was going to break apart
completely, reduced to a mangled wreck of shapeless, quivering flesh. It
was the sort of fuck that would usually leave me shooting my own boyspunk
in seconds.

I thought that I'd never make it. It seemed like the hardest thing I've
ever had to do in my life. Within moments, I was completely bawling and
working all of the muscles in my body, doing everything I could to force
myself to pee. The churning in my balls swarmed all over my brain, drowning
my senses with the need to cum. But a small part of me resisted and
resisted until nothing else existed but the struggle to overcome
orgasm. For a time, I was at an impasse, a single, endless moment of
excruciating torment in which I hung over the abyss by a single thread.

Through the fog in my mind, I became aware that Harry was speeding up. He
was getting close. Desperation drove me nuts.

I let out a long deep growl, my limbs stiffening, my gripping, clenching
anus clutching at my step-dad's cock with inhuman strength. I screamed,
then, a loud tearing sound. And then I began to piss.

It shot out like a torrent, drenching both the toilet bowl and the floor in
equal measure. With Harry still pumping away into my chute, I could do
nothing to prevent the hot yellow urine from flying all over the place. At
some point, I became dimly aware of Harry tightening his grip on my waist
and grinding his cock in me to the root as faint splashes of warmth bathed
my insides. Harry cummed and continued cumming inside me until my own piss
subsided to a sputtering dribble.

I looked down, panting heavily, and saw that I was still hard. Of course. I
hadn't cummed. I'd merely pissed. I could hardly believe it.

Harry withdrew, his tool making a wet plop as it exited me. He took my
trembling arms and pulled them and me back away from the wall. As my legs
gave way, Harry lowered me slowly to the floor until I was kneeling before
the toilet bowl, my chest heaving. I was faintly aware that my right knee
rested in a small puddle of urine.  The whole toilet seat and parts of the
flush tank was covered with piss.

"My, my," Harry murmured above me. "Looks like you made a mess, boy."

I barely heard him, but a small finger of dread began to worm into me. Oh,
no.

"You'd better clean that up, bitch," my step-father said. "A grown-up boy
making such a mess. Can't let that go unpunished."

"Now, I want you to lick all that up. That's right, use your tongue, and
lap up all that piss. Swallow every drop, boy. I want it spick-and-span,
good as new, when you're done."

More tears, silent now, coursed down my cheeks.

"Move it, boy," my step-father urged me. "We're going out for breakfast in
ten minutes and if you're not done by then, I don't care if I have to drag
you out to the car covered in piss. Lick up all that mess, and NO TOUCHING
YOURSELF!"

My body jerked in a silent sob and I leaned forward, bracing my hands on
the sides of the toilet bowl. Then, I lowered my head and began to lick all
along the length of the plastic seat, my little cock hard and throbbing
under me, unattended. I was barely even aware that my step-father's cum had
begun to dribble out slowly from my fresh-fucked hole.