Date: Fri, 13 Apr 2012 08:06:10 -0700 (PDT) From: Michael Smith <alphastepson@yahoo.com> Subject: My Faggot Stepdad Part 6 My Faggot Stepdad Part 6 alphastepson@yahoo.com Disclaimer: This story is basically true. I mean everything in it has happened, but I changed a few things so it isn't obvious who I am or who he is. Everybody keeps e mailing me to write more, but like I told the guys I responded to this is real, not just a story and it had to wait for my spring break when I was home. Steve and I hit the Jacuzzi and about 15 minutes later the fag came out and offered us fresh beer. We each took one and I told him to put a dozen in a cooler and bring them out and set it down next to that. When he did, I motioned him with my finger and when he bent his head down I gave him an order and he left. So about 30 minutes later, I said "Steve, those beers are going through me, I gotta piss". Steve said "Yeah, me too, trying to decide whether to let go in the Jacuzzi or get up". "Dude, that's gross, come on let's hit the bathroom. We headed in, both naked, and my stepdad had followed his orders. He was on his back, in the bathtub, with the drain closed. I looked at Steve and smiled, then stood next to the shower and let loose a hard 60 second stream all over the fag's body and chest. I really had to go so I sort of sighed the way guys do, shook off the last few drops, and then I stepped aside and motioned to Steve. "Bro, I saved the best part for you, go ahead and piss in his face if you want to" I said. My stepdad started to beg "Please Steve, Please don't piss in my face" and I could see he was so humiliated that he was starting to cry. "BITCH" I yelled. "You will call him SIR" I said. Steve just looked at him and said "dude, you lost every right to ask me for anything a long time ago" and let loose a long hard piss right in his face. The piss and my stepdad's tears sort of ran together, and Steve gave his dick a shake when he was done and we both went back to the Jacuzzi. We finished off the rest of the beer that night, and by the time we were done pissing there was at least an inch of stinking beer piss at the bottom of the tub. We also both just pissed on his face from that time onward. Steve and I got ready to go to sleep and I told the bitch to clean up and go to bed. The next morning at around 9 I woke up first and then woke Steve up. "Hey bro, we both drank about a dozen beers last night, we got to go work out" I said. After we both brushed our teeth, we put on work out clothes and ran the 2 miles to the local 24 hour fitness center. There we did an intense work out for about 90 minutes. No cardio after the run, but everything else. We got ready to jog back and I called the fag and told it to have breakfast ready. We sat down at the table for breakfast and both stunk like hell. I noticed it first and said "God you stink Steve, you need a shower". "Me? Well you aren't smelling like strawberries either dude". We kidded each other back and forth over who lagged the most on the run and the work out until we had both eaten. Then I said "Hey dude, let me show you something funny". We both went into the bedroom, and I told the fag to follow. I stripped down out of my sweat covered stinking clothes and told the bitch to come over. I had him start by washing my feet with his tongue, then let him stand out and wash out each stinking pit. "Fuck dude... Who would do that... he's disgusting..." Steve said, both laughing and clearly grossed out. "Just watch and learn bro" I said, then directed dear old dad to lick my sweaty balls. Next I bent over and had him give a major tongue bath to my ripe crack and hole, hearing him gag a little when I said "Get your tongue in there bitch". I showered first, while Steve had the faggot tongue him off, then by the time Steve came out of the shower all clean and in fresh boxers I was chilling on the futon in my room. Steve was carrying something in his hand. "Dude, you remember this" he asked? "Fuck, how could I forget that damn thing" I replied. As Steve held the heavy wooden bathbrush in his hand he said "Yeah, Halloween night 8th grade... I was kissing that hot girl and feeling her up and kept us out late past curfew. When we got back your dad was pissed off and waiting for us. He beat the shit out of you with this thing. I tried to stop it and he pushed me into the hall, locked me out, and just beat on you for like 10 minutes. You were bruised badly for a week" he recounted. "Dude, I remember, my ass still hurts" I said. My stepdad was looking down and trying to pretend he didn't exist during all of this. "Well bro, it's been a few years, but I think it's time for payback" Steve said. "Hey faggot, lie down on the bed, I'm gonna beat your ass with this" he said to my now shaking stepdad. "Please Sir... that was a long time ago... I fucked up... please don't do that to me" he begged pathetically, his hands and legs shaking. "Get your faggot ass on the bed bitch or it will be worse" Steve yelled, as he grabbed my stepdad and shoved him down on the bed. Steve just started nailing the faggots ass and thighs with that belt. Within minutes he was twisting and turning and trying to get away and cover his ass with his hands. "Dude, help me hold him still" Steve said, then he arranged the faggot on his stomach with his hands over his head and sat on his lower back so he couldn't move. "You hold his legs bro" Steve said, and I lay across the legs. He was going nowhere. Well Steve spent the next 8 minutes or so bruising the fuck out of every square inch of ass and thigh. The shrieks and cries then blubbering were pretty pathetic. He was getting what he gave with interest from my old bud. Afterward, we stood the crying bitch in the corner. He had snot running out of his noise and didn't stop blubbering for about 15 minutes. His ass and thighs were a mess and it was clear that he wasn't going to sit well for at least a week, probably two. Steve and I joked about it, did imitations of what he had looked and sounded like during the punishment, then got bored and decided to go catch some waves. We told the bitch to clean up the house and we left him and went surfing.