Date: Fri, 15 Jan 2010 12:24:30 -0700
From: Tim Bosley <tim2none@hotmail.com>
Subject: Milkman Chapter 2

Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to actual
people or events is coincidental.  If graphic sexual material offends you,
please leave now.  Feedback is welcomed.

The rest of that day and night consumed my mind.  The guilt and the shame
was eating me up inside, and I couldn't shake the awful feeling that it was
my fault.  That I deserved what I got.  As I walked into the hardware store
to make a copy of my house key, it felt like everyone knew what I had done.
I thought I could sense them all staring and talking about me.

When I got home I went to my room and stayed there for the rest of the day.
I would cry myself into a restless, tormented sleep, then wake up and cry
some more.  I was able to keep it together fairly well at dinner with my
mom and stepdad, but I barely ate anything.

The next day I ate my cereal with milk I bought at the grocery store, and I
noticed something was off.  I tried to tell myself that it was due to the
different brand of milk, but deep down I knew what it was lacking.  After
everyone left for work, I taped the key to the front door and left for the
day.  I didn't have anywhere to go as it was my summer vacation, I just
didn't want to be there when the milkman made his rounds.  He scared me.
Even scarier was that I was giving him access to my house.  But the most
terrifying thing of all was the thought of what he would do if I disobeyed
him.

Sure enough, when I returned home a few hours later, the key was gone and
two bottles of fresh milk sat on the doorstep.  Just knowing that he had
been there gave me the creeps and from that day on, I made it a point to be
somewhere else for most of the day.  A week passed and the trauma was
beginning to subside.  I was getting pretty good at blocking out the ugly
feelings that he made me feel.  I even started to believe that I was out of
the woods; that he might not bother me anymore.  The only problem was that
my morning tradition of milk and cereal.  It just wasn't the same, and it
was affecting my mind.  Every morning I was becoming increasingly more
agitated, and I noticed my mind getting dull and listless, as if in a fog.
I ignored the problem for as long as I could.  I told myself I had come
down with something, that it would clear up on its own.

But it didn't clear up.  It continued to get worse until I felt
legitimately sick, and I had to admit to myself that only one person could
help me.  So the next day, I stayed at the house and waited anxiously for
the milkman.  He arrived right on time, and not a moment too soon.  When I
saw the huge man step out of his truck, my fear and shame flooded back into
me as if no time had passed since the brutal onslaught of his cock.  Even
so, I threw the door open and ran out to greet him.

"What the fuck do you want?" he said coldly.

"Uh..." I searched for the words, "I think... I think I need some more..."

"I don't give a fuck what you need," he said.  He pushed me out of the way
and continued up to the door step.  I followed behind him, wondering why he
seemed to have lost interest in me.

"Please" I said, emboldened by my desperation, "I'll suck your dick if you
want."

"Get the fuck out of here, faggot," he said as he brushed past me again on
the way back to his vehicle.

"Sir, I'll do anything you want," I begged.  I was right behind him now.
"I'll do anything, just please let me have some more of your milk."

He wheeled around and knocked me to the ground with a swipe of his heavy
arm.

"You make me sick, you fucking whore," he said and he got back in the truck
and drove off.  I stood up with as much dignity as I could muster, and
found that I had none left.  The rejection stung like being snapped with a
rolled up towel.  I made my way inside and couldn't do anything but try to
sleep.

That night at dinner, it was obvious that I was not well.  Despite my
protests, my mother made me a doctors appointment for the following
morning, and made me promise to go.  Then she gave me some medicine to help
me sleep.  I watched TV for about an hour before the medicine kicked in.  I
brushed my teeth and laid down on my bed.  As I drifted off to sleep, I
could hear the familiar strained voices of my mom and stepdad arguing.  He
must have been horny again and she wanted to sleep.  Then my thoughts began
to drift and the shroud of sleep fell over me.

I awoke in the dark, my heart pounding.  Someone was on my bed!  As a
reflex I tried to roll over but his hand was on my head, keeping it down
and not allowing me to turn and see my attacker.  I was held down on my
stomach with my face angled to the side, staring at my bedroom door.  It
only took a moment for me to guess who it was.  I let out a little yelp,
and the man clamped a moist hand over my mouth.  It smelled just like the
milkman's crotch, and I knew he had just had his hand down there.

"Keep quiet boy," the man said in a husky whisper.  Was he crazy??  My mom
and stepfather were sleeping in the next room!  I had worried that he would
come in during the day while I was the only one there, but I never thought
he'd be this reckless!  I tried to protest but all I couldn't get an
audible word past his sweaty palm.

"I said shut the fuck up!" he hissed in my ear, "I feel like busting a nut
tonight and you're the lucky cum dumpster.  Do you understand?"

I nodded.

"Good boy.  Now when I take my hand away, are you going to keep that mouth
shut?"

I nodded again.

"I guess even dumbshits catch on eventually," he said, and removed his
hand.  "Don't move now."

He held the waistband of my pajama pants with both hands and yanked them
down to my ankles.  He began to fondle my butt, squeezing and rubbing.  By
the gentle bouncing of the bed I could tell that with his other hand he was
working up a major hardon.  As I lay there in a cold sweat, dreading what
was coming next, I noticed the milkman's clothes in a heap on the floor.  I
turned my neck just barely to see him.  He was kneeling on my bed wearing
nothing but a white wife beater.  He was intensely focused on groping my
skinny little backside.  He was mouthing hot, angry words that I couldn't
hear and nursing his big, fleshy cock.

He produced a small bottle and squirted some on his hand.  He then smeared
it messily up and down the length of his veiny shaft.  I put my head back
down on the mattress and prayed for the strength to endure this trial.

"I'm gonna have some fun with you tonight," he said with an evil tone.  A
soft whimper escaped me.

He threw one leg over my body so that he was straddling me.  I felt the
head of his cock bump up against my timid asshole.  He gripped my left
buttcheek hard and applied pressure with his hips.  I winced and his
mushroom-shaped tip slid into me.  Then with a sustained groan of pleasure,
the huge man sunk his fat dick deep into me.

"Ow" I cried, "Sir, that hurts!"

"Quit your fucking whining, whore," he snapped, "you were born to take cock
and that's what you're gonna do until I say I'm finished with you."

He backed out of me almost all the way, then stabbed forward again,
invoking another gasp of pain from me and another groan of pleasure from
the milkman.  He began pumping in and out, fucking me faster and faster.  I
tried to keep a lid on my pitiful moaning but I couldn't.  The man was
ruthlessly pounding my poor little hole into submission.

"Fuck that's a nice tight asshole," he growled as he laid into me, "You
like when I beat up that little butt with my big fucking cock?"

"Yes sir," I whimpered, "I like what you do to me, sir!"

"I know you do," he replied without slowing down, "You are getting exactly
what you deserve."

"Yes sir," I said again.  His will was overpowering and I could do nothing
but agree with him and accept the punishment he chose to administer.  He
stopped his assault for a moment to catch his breath.  His shaft was
sheathed to the hilt in my sore, aching asshole.  I could feel his pulse
inside me.

"You deserve to be treated like a worthless slut because that is what you
are," he explained to me like a stern father.  "The sooner you understand
that, the better."

"Yes sir, I understand," I wept, tears pouring down my face.

"You don't yet, but you will," he said, and resumed his onslaught, but
slower this time.  I moaned like a bitch as he explored the depths of my
bowels with a self-righteous sense of entitlement.

Suddenly, my bedroom door opened and my stepfather stumbled in.  My
assumption that he was asleep was wrong.  Apparently he had been at the bar
drinking, and now he was home.

"What the fuck is going on in here," he slurred.  Then he realized what was
happening and fell silent.

I was mortified beyond belief and wanted to run away more than anything.
But I couldn't move because the man on top of me was still plowing through
my backside.  He wasn't embarrassed at all; in fact, he seemed to be quite
pleased with himself.  He grunted louder and smacked my ass, really showing
my stepfather what a whore I was.

"Mark," I begged as I lay helpless on the bed, "please help me."

He stared at me as if I was speaking a different language.

"Please Mark," I wailed, "he's hurting me!"

The milkman leaned over and I felt his weight crushing down on top of me.
He put his arm around my neck in a choke hold and brought my ear up to his
face.

"I love hearing you beg for your daddy's help," he said through clenched
teeth.  He was grinding his hips into me as he spoke.  "No one is gonna
save you.  You're my slut now.  But I do love hearing a young boy begging
for mercy."

I was a wreck by this point.  All I could do was plead over and over again,
"please Mark, please help me."

Finally, Mark spoke.

"That's my stepson," he said, as if in a trance.

"He's my fuck doll now," grinned the milkman.  "Try him out if you'd like."

"I couldn't..." Mark said, taking a step closer, "he's my wife's son."

"Trust me, he's dying to suck the jizz right out of your cock," the milkman
said, "aren't you, boy?"

He gave me a hard slap on the ass.  "Yes please," I responded, though it
was obvious I didn't mean it.

"See?" said the man plowing my ass, "he knows his only purpose is as a cock
receptacle.  This is what he was built to do."

Mark considered this for a moment and I was horrified by this new
development.  He couldn't possibly want to fuck his own stepson, could he?
That would just be sick and wrong!  He stepped closer to the bed and the
tension was killing me.  I almost forgot about the big dick that was
excavating my ass.  I looked up at Mark, the desperation clearly showing.
He looked down at me and I knew that his decision was made.

"You've had this coming for a long time," said Mark, and he unzipped his
pants.  He pulled out his limp 6 inch dick and dangled it in front of my
face.

"Open up for daddy," he said.

"You're not my daddy," I shot back at him defiantly.

The man behind me seized me by the hair and yanked my head back hard.  I
yelped.

"You do as you're fucking told!"

And so, with the milkman still holding my skull firmly behind me, I opened
my mouth and accepted my stepfather's organ.  He stunk of beer, cigarettes,
and dried sweat.

"Now suck it," Mark said, and I wrapped my lips around his soft, warm piece
of meat and began bobbing my head forward and back.

"Oh, fuck that feels good," Mark groaned as I worked him to erection, "you
suck cock better than your fucking mom."

Once Mark's cock was hard, I surprised myself by putting my hand on his
shaft and stroking it as I sucked on the end, and he seemed to really enjoy
it.  For some reason, I felt the need to please him; to make it good for
him.  I realized that my initial defiance had been mostly feigned, that I
was testing the limits of his authority the same way a child does.  He only
had to flex the muscles of his control and I submitted to him.

"Mmm, good boy," Mark said lovingly.  He was running his hands through my
hair like he was petting a dog.  "I love how obedient you've become."

"They learn fast with me," boasted the 300 pound juggernaut invading my
asshole.  He was going slowly now, as he had been fucking me for a while
now and was very close to blowing his load.

"You taught him well," Mark replied, "he really knows how to please a man."

The milkman pulled his thick, pulsating tool out of me.  It had been in
there for so long that my body had accustomed itself to the volume of his
cock.  When it was gone, it left a cavernous empty feeling.  I actually
wanted to be penetrated again.

"You wanna have a go at his boy cunt?" he asked Mark.

"Fuck yeah," he said greedily, and the men switched places.  Mark set up
behind me, grabbed my hips and pulled me up onto my hands and knees.  He
started by delivering a few smacks to my already tenderized ass, and was
delighted to get a cry of pain from me each time.  Meanwhile, the milkman
sat on the bed in front of me, leaned back against the headboard, and
spread his legs, presenting his huge dick to me.  It pointed at me like a
cocked gun.

"It's not gonna suck itself," he said irritably, "get down on that cock."

"But it was just in my butt," I protested meekly.

Impatiently, he shoved my head down into his lap, impaling my face on his
long meat stick.  It tasted terrible, but I couldn't spit it out with the
milkman holding my head down.  Behind me, Mark was done swatting my rear
end and sunk his cock into me balls-deep.  It wasn't as long or as wide as
the milkman's but it filled me up quite nicely.

"Who's your daddy now?" he demanded as he hate-fucked me, "Huh?  Who's your
big daddy now, bitch?"

The milkman pulled my mouth off his cock long enough for me to gasp,
"you're my daddy!", then he plunged my head back down to finish my job.
Mark was drilling me hard, his sperm-filled balls slapping against me and
with every thrust shoving me face deeper into the milkman's crotch.  He
fucked me hard and fast with all his pent-up anger and sexual frustration,
and it was only a couple of minutes before he was ready to nut.

He pulled out of my ass and stood up, already past the point of no return.

"Oh fuck," he groaned, pulling me off the milkman's cock by the arm, "get
over here and take this big fucking load."

As soon as I sat up, his cock began to erupt thick, pasty cum.  The first
shot left a white line across my face, stretching from my chin up to my
forehead and into my hair.  After that he placed the head of his dick on my
lower lip and fired the rest of his jizz straight into my mouth.  Mark's
semen tasted different than the milkman's, but equally as vile and equally
as wonderful.  After he had finished emptying his balls, he continued to
stand over me, quivering and shaking like an epileptic from the
earth-shattering orgasm he just had.  He ran his fist down the length of
his shaft a few times, coaxing the last drops of cum out of him, and
already I felt better than I had in days.  Not only did I receive a
generous helping of the manly fluid I had been craving (with another on the
way), but I had been able to please Mark.  The idea that I had been able to
satisfy his needs got me hot.

I looked up at my daddy and gave him a big, sloppy grin.

"Thank you, Daddy," I said bashfully.

"I think you and I are going to be spending a lot more time together from
now on," he said to me.

The milkman stood up on the bed on the other side of me, ready to blow his
wad.  He'd restrained himself for long enough and now he was about ready to
explode.

"Show me what a good cumslut does when a man's about to shoot his load," he
ordered.

I opened my mouth wide and stuck my tongue out for him.

"Good little teenager," he said as he beat off, "I'm glad to see you've
learned your role."

I didn't move.  I just sat there with my face pointed up to him and my
mouth gaping open, patiently awaiting my reward after all that painful ass
fucking.  I didn't have to wait long.  It began with his animalistic roar,
which he was able to keep down to a loud growl.  The cum began cascading
out of his cock like a fountain, and I drunk from it deeply.  It pooled in
my eagerly waiting mouth, and I swirled the creamy masculine fluid around
with my tongue.

"I'm fucking shooting Elmer's glue today," the milkman said breathlessly,
as the last pasty globs fell from his cockhead.

"He loves it," said Mark, still gently touching himself.  I nodded my head
and gargled the two mens' genetic material.

"Don't play with your fucking food," the milkman said, "swallow it like a
good whore."

I gulped down the cum hungrily and smacked my lips when it was all gone.

"Right down the fucking hatch," said the milkman, and he put his cock back
in my mouth.  I sucked on it as it began to soften, and Mark left to use
the bathroom.  Then, completely unexpectedly, his dick began squirting
something in my mouth again!  For a split second I thought it was cum, then
I realized the man was urinating!  I fell backwards, hacking and coughing.
The milkman casually continued pissing on me, soaking my body but focusing
mainly on my hair and face.

"Don't you fucking forget who you belong to, bitch," he said, "just because
your stepdad fucks you doesn't change shit.  You are my property, do you
hear me?"

"Yes sir," I whimpered, "I belong to you!  I'm yours!"

"Dumb slut," he commented to himself as he shook off.  Then he put his
clothes on and left without saying another word, leaving me and my
bedsheets a rank, stinking mess.  He had humiliated me again, but he had
taught me a valuable lesson which I never forgot.