Date: Sun, 30 Dec 2007 23:30:20 -0800 (PST)
From: christopher mannie <boy13loved@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Ruin Of A Boy, Part 2

			   The Ruining Of A Boy
				    II

				    By
			Christopher Michael Mannie
			   Boy13loved@yahoo.com


Thanks To All Those who email me, it is appreciated.

All previous disclaimers apply here.  Even though I trust my friend
regarding his story too me, it is still your choice as whether to believe
it or not.  I have only changed the names.


Even to this day, after all these years, (this took place in 1967), I still
struggle with my feelings about my Uncle.

He was very human.  I try to remember that I am just as human.  Sometimes I
am good. Sometimes I am very bad.

He looked so much like my Father.  They were not close, but as was often
said, "family was family" and even though they rarely talked, they still
had a way of getting the message across to each other.  Little was ever
directly said to me in the way of their understandig about my
situation. But this I do know for sure now.  My Father clearly directed my
Uncle to take complete control of my life, until I was eighteen and he
wanted to know very little of what procedures my Uncle used to help me with
'my problem'.  He also wanted to see very little of me, accept for family
holidays.  I also know his feelings about me remained that way until the
day he died.

I had only one month left of my twelth year when my Uncle came to pick me
up.  My Mother came into my room, after I had packed all my things that I
wanted.  She took my hands in hers, and said, 'Michael, do you know that I
love you?'  And I said, "Yes Mother" She then raised her hand to my face
and brushed my cheek, pushed away the hair from my forehead (I had rather
long hair in those days like other boys my age) and said, "Be a good boy
for your Uncle".  And then she turned around and walked out of my life.

I could always count on my Mother for total obedience to my Father's every
wish.

My Uncle arrived then, and came up to my room with my Father.  He took a
long look at me, and said, "My, you have grown since I last saw you!'  He
was smiling.  My Father was not.  My Father came over to me, grabbed my
shoulders with his hands as he moved behind me facing me towards my Uncle.
"Son, you know what the arrangement is.  I want you to be a god boy for
your Uncle.  If you don't I will hear about it.  I expect total obedience."
My Uncle was now more solemn, but had a slight smile still on his face.

Then we took all the luggage, and a couple of boxes to his car.  I got in
on the passenger side and looked for my Mom, but she wasn't anywhere to be
found.  My Uncle and Father talked for just a few moments, then my Uncle
got in and we drove away.  I would not see my Father or Mother for the next
six months until we got together for our family Christmas.  (We were only
four miles from Mother and Father's house) .  I didn't even look back as we
drove away, for I knew it would only confirm what I already felt in my
heart.  I don't think I cried.  I don't remember doing that, but do
remember being scared.

We pulled into what would be my new home for several years.  It was a nice
place.  Not as nice as what my folks lived in, but still not bad.  Ther was
a long lane back into a wooded area, and there I saw a ranch type home,
single level, which seemed to have a basement.  There was a barn.  My uncle
talked as we unloaded the car.  "Soon, we are going to get some animals.  I
love the country, so private, you can do anything you want out here, and
knowbody even knows".  He said that as he looked at me.

All my clothes, luggage, and boxes were depostied in a rather plain room
compared to my older one.  But it wasn't bad.  "This is your room Michael.
I want you to unpack all your things, hang up all your clothes, put them
away.  And as soon as your finished come out and we'll grab a bite to eat."

Oh, all the feelings I had.  I was just kind of in a daze still about what
was happening.  I was kind of a robot.  Just going through the motions.
Obeying orders and just taking each moment as it came.

So , I was done packing away everything and went to the kitchen.  My Uncle
sat across the table from me and we talked very little.  At least that is
what I remember.  Maybe because I was so nervous (I hadn't seen him for
almost four years) or maybe I was just in that daze I was talking about,
but the next thing I remember is that my Uncle said, " Alright, I'm going
to do the dishes.  In the meantime, your going to go take a shower and
clean up.  It's been a long day for both of us.  After your finished I will
take a shower, then you and I will set down and talk about everything.  So
get going!"  He wasn't grouchy or mean about it. Just matter of fact.

It was now, about eight o'clock in the evening.  As I sat in my bedroom on
my bed, I heard the shower, then it went off.  It was very quiet until I
heard my Uncle say, "Michael, come into my bedroom for a few minutes".

As I came into the bedroom, my uncle still had a towel around his waist.
He was not a bad looking man.  Like my Father he was good looking in his
day.  He was now in his late thirties.

"Set down on my bed son, we need to have a clear understanding about some
things here".

My uncle then came over to the bed, and still with his towel wrapped around
his waist, sat on the side of the bed.  I had done the same, only I was in
my pajamas.  That's what I always wore to bed.

I couldn't help but look at my Uncle.  He was somewhat hairy, with some
hair on his back, but mostly on his chest and legs.  Almost immediately, he
said, 'You know why you are here.  Your Father tells me you have some
problems.  We are going to work on those.  And you also know that you
belong to me now, to do with as I please.  Your mine.  Your my property.
And some things have to be learned, starting tonight!"

With that, he told me to come and stand in front of him.  I was so scared.
I hesitated, but not for long, as my Uncle shouted 'Come on boy!  One thing
you will have to learn right up front is that when your told to do
something, you will do it without being told twice.  If I have to tell you
twice, it will result in a whipping!"  With that,he grabbed my arm and
pulled me to my feet and moved me to stand a couple feet in front of him.

My Uncle eyed me then from head to foot and said, " Well, I want to see
what I've got to work with here, take that shirt off!"

Now, remember, I am twelve, he is almost forty.  His voice is deep and
loud. He is bigger than me in every way.  I am short and thin compared to
him.  I began to trimble some, but i reached down and unbuttoned my pajama
top.  (It was the last time I wore one).  My uncle never said a word as I
held my top in my hand in front of me.  He reached up, grabbed the top and
threw it on the floor.  "Now the bottoms!"  I looked at him only long
enough to know that he meant business.  And I didn't want a 'whippin'.  I
had never had one before, but I had heard about them from other boys. (Back
then, it was the most common way to descipline a child). So, reaching my
thumbs into the elastic of my waste band of my pajama bottoms, I pushed
them down to fall on the floor to my ankles.  I stepped out of them and
stood there.  I had on white briefs.

"Well, well, you really have grown up!  Now the underwear".  I only looked
at him and started to say something and he raised his right hand and hit me
on left side of my ass with a hard smack.  Grabbing my arm, he pulled me
closer to him so he could look squarely into my eyes.  "Boy, when I tell
you to do something, I expect to be obeyed!"

Now with tears in my eyes, I reached again into the elastic of my briefs
and slowly pulled down the underwear to fall too the floor.

I quickly put my hands in front of my cock.  He then hit my hands.  "Hands
always at your side boy!"

Now I was use to jerking off, remember?  But I hadn't for two days now.  My
uncle had just knocked away my hands from my dick and as he did he brushed
the head of my cock with his hand.  I started to get hard!  In front of my
Uncle!  My uncle looked at my cock without any emotion whatsoever. I
couldn't tell what he was thinking.  Was he disqusted at my body like my
Dad?  Then he looked into my face.  I immediately lowered my head, and
began too shed some real tears.  They fell down onto my cheeks.  My face
turned red from embarrasment and shame..  This is the second man who saw me
nude and with a boner.  And it was my Uncle.  And he too, thought I was
dirty and had a real problem.  This is what I was thinking.

"Your Father told me about your problem in the bathroom. Well, we're gonna
work on that.  I'm not sure what you have that's any good, but I'll do my
best.  If your obedient and do all I say, maybe we can make things better,
ok?  He then reached up and brushed away the tears with his big hands and
pulled up my chin so i would look at him again.  And he smiled at me.

Then he said, "Turn around boy, let me see what you've got in that ass.  As
I turned he reached out his hands and grabbed my waste to manually turn me
around.  I remember that his hands were big, and a little cold.  If he had
wanted too, he could have completely reachced around my little waist and
touched his fingers together.  But now I stood facing away from my Uncle
and soon, both his hands began to feel my ass!  Oh God, I had never felt
that before!  I heard only, "Oh my.....god yes......that is the best part
of you....we can do something with that for sure.

He kept grabbing and poking and rubbing the back of my legs and my cheeks.
He took his two hands and put them between my two legs on the inner thighs
and pushed to spread out my legs.  I could tell he was then looking at how
my balls were hanging because he poked and pulled at them.  he said
something about the "deep brown valley....beautiful.......oh
baby...yes,.....your going to work out fine, they'l love that.  That's what
we're looking for!"

But I didn't understand.  What did he mean by "what we're looking
for".....who is 'we'?

"Now bend over" he said as he pushed on my back and I leaned forward.  "All
the way!  I felt his hands separate my ass cheeks.
"MMMMM.....DAMN.......Yes, total cherry!......Tight as a fist!.

The feelings I had at that moment were incredible.  Never before had anyone
touched me like that, and especially there.  My cock was rock hard and
sticking up at an angle now, as my Uncle again turned me around.  He again
looked at the boner and said, "Well, if I didn't know for sure, I do now!'

"I'm going to help you Michael.  Your going to be fine.  But from now on,
you will start to think what I tell you to think.  You will become what I
want you to become.  And I am going to help you be what you were made to
become.....a girlie boi!"

A what?  I thought to myself.  I had not heard of that before. "But I am
not a gir!.  I am a boy!"

"A girlie boi.  Have you never heard of that before?"  That is what you
are, you just didn't know it.  Girlie bois have nice asses like yours.  God
made them that way. Girlie bois get hard when they are around older men and
others sometimes too..  They are very sexual, very loving, very emotional.
They love to be touched, like you.  And I'l bet you like to be touched here
too, don't you?"  He reached up with both his hands and with his forefinger
and thumbs grabbed my tits.  At first he just pinched them. I winced and
then he began rubbing the hairless mound of my breast.  Oh god, it felt so
good.  I began to get feelings of pleasure around my body.  My Uncle said,
"Oh look at that".  At the end of my rigid boner was a gleaming drop of
pre-cum.  He took his right hand forefinger, touched the tip and put it
into his mouth.  "Mmmmmm".  My two excited tits stood out in reddened
attention as I again closed my eyes to his touch.  The feelings!

With my eyes closed and my Uncle feeling my tits, I let out a small moan.
Then i felt something on my cock. Immediately I opened my eyes to see my
uncle pulling on my cock!  He was jerking me off!  Oh my god!  What is
happening to me?  And then I saw something I had never, ever seen in my
life before.  He leaned into my body and took my cock into his mouth!

So, here I am, twleve years old.  Only one month earlier, I had learned to
jerk off.  Now I look down and see this man, who I had not seen for four
years begin to bob up and down on my cock.  Within seconds really, I came.
I jerked and moaned as my Uncle held my hips and pulled the hard cock into
his mouth.  And I couldn't help but reach out and take his hair in my hands
and hold on, until I was done.

My Uncle raised his head and licked his lips.  "God, that tasted soooo
sweet!  Nothing like young boi cum!"

He then reached up and grabbed the back of my head, pulling it down to his
face and he began to kiss me!  My first reaction was to want to throw up,
but before I could even protest over his scratchy face, I tasted something.
It was a salty and yet had kind of a sweet, nutty taste.  Then he released
my head.  It was done.  I leaned back up.

Then my Uncle stood up in front of me.

My head was at his chest.  I looked down and thought, "Oh my god!  His cock
was huge!"

(As the author of this story, listening to my friend tell his experience at
seeing his Uncles cock.  I had to laugh.  I remembered well the time I had
my first sexual experience at twelve.  My lover was ninteen and the older
brother of my best friend.  Check out 'Twelve To Nineteen" in the Nov. '06
section of 'Adult Youth'.  At twelve, I thought he was huge too!  And so
hairy!  Ha!)

In all reality, my Uncle was probably about six to seven inches, but was
rather thick.

"Now boy, I just gave you 'head'.  That is what we call it.  You will be
doing that a lot in the years to come.  Girlie bois always do.  And you
will soon beg for it.  And your first lesson with me is going to be how to
give good head.  I am going to teach you to be the best. "Get down on your
knees!"

Remember, i was still recovering from my orgasim.  And my legs felt like
rubber.  My Uncle saw that and he grabbed one arm with his right hand and
pushd down on my shoulder with his left.

So now I am looking point blank into the very hard cock of my Uncle.  He is
very hairy, and I notice as I look at it that his nuts are kind of hidden,
but huge too.  They hung down in the bush, but one was lower than the
other.  His cock is a white spear, coming out of the dark mass at its base.

"The number one rule for all girlie bois is that you NEVER ever waste a
drop of any man's seed son.  NEVER!  Do you hear me?"

I nodded, even though inside me I was so full of so many things..all
new..and so different from what I had known before.  I barely heard him,
but understood that 'seed' meant cum and i would be sucking it out of men's
cocks, like he did mine.

"So, when a man cums, you learn to catch it all in your mouth and swallow
every drop!  Unless he tells you different.  Sometimes a man will tell you
to hold it in your mouth, or he'll just pull his cock out and shoot it
somewhere else.  You will always do as you are told.  And you will make me
proud.  So, you NEVER waste a drop of a man's cum.  If any falls outside on
your body, or on a sheet, or on the floor, you are to clean it up with your
tongue.  Is that understood?

There is also life in the cum.  It will help you grow and your own cock and
balls will grow bigger the more you eat..  The more cum you swallow, the
bigger you will get!"  (And you know what?  I believed very word he said at
that age! How did I know any different?)

My uncle then grabbed his cock with one hand and brought it level with my
face.  He reached and grabbed the top of my hair with with the other hand
and pulled my head forward.  Now his cock touchd my lips.  He looked down
at me and smiled.  "You want to be a good boy don't you son?

You know, everytime my Uncle said that word 'son', I wanted to please him,
even when I was older.  It did something too me.

I nodded my head, yes, i wanted to be good boy, and please him.

"Now, kiss my cock head son."  I did.  I gave it a quick kiss, barely
touching the slit with my lips.  "No, I mean really kiss it, like you can't
wait to kiss it some more!"  My Uncle saw that I was responding to his now
direct but gentle lessons.  He smiled.  And i did too.  The feelings of
depression and badness were gone.  And I could make my Uncle proud and make
him feel good.  I lowered my eyes to his cock and decided I would try
harder.  I now wet my lips with my tongue and partially puckered my twelve
year old red lips and again leaned into my Uncles cock.  But this time I
really kissed it and within seconds I opened my virgin lips to allow in
more of my first cock.  My Uncle sighed and said, "Oh yes baby, that is so
good....mmmmm.....ok, now open up that mouth more and take in that
head......Oh Ya......Oh god.....mmmm....suck it like a pop cicle now son".

And that is all I needed to hear.  I found myself loving the feeling of
sucking, like someone who desperately takes a drag on his much needed
cigarette.  I knew right then that I had found out my purpose, and I gave
him all my virgin innocence and trust.  I would obey, completely.  And I
loved his taste too.  A musky saltiness in the precum and dark hair now
touching my nose as I went evr deeper on the shaft.

I had only begun and had my little mouth about a third the way down his
cock when he said, "Ouch...Damn..the teeth....watch those teeth!  You'll
get ur head slapped if you do that too the wrong man.  I want to show you
something else anyway."

He pulled out and I noticed the wet stick fell down some and I reached up
to wipe the slobber from around my mouth.  He put both hands on the side of
my headand said, "Open up boy!"  and again put his cock into my mouth.  Now
he began to slowly pump his cock back and forth into my waiting mouth and
quickly reached the back of my throat.  I gagged, recovered, then again I
gagged.  He pulled out.  He said, "son, your going to suckng on some long
cocks someday, and you need to learn how to take that whole cock into your
mouth.  You do that by 'deep throating' Good girlie bois can do that well.
You only learn that by practice.  Relax and open up the back of your
throat.  Learn to breath through your nose.  You will learn fast.  I can
tell.  You were born for this.  "Let's try again".

I had not yet learned to deep throat, it seemed impossible to me.  I gagged
several times and my mout began to hurt.  I was wanting to stop but my
Uncle did not stop this time.  He didn't seem to care now,he just pounded
my boy mouth.  And then I felt i felt his cock swell.

He shot a huge load, much more than aboy liek me, a virgin mouth and ass,
could ever take.  It filled my mouth, faster then I could swallow.  It ran
out of my mouth and down my chin.  And after three separat thrustand alot
of noise, I had cum all over my chin, down on my chest, and even some in my
hair around my face.

My Uncle fell back on the bed and just lay there for moment.  He was still
breathing hard.  My mouth hurt, and so did my head.  I still remained on my
knees, and pulled the cum from my hair and before I thought I wiped it on
the sheets. Completely forgetting what my Uncle said about not wasting any
man's seed.

Soon, my Uncle lookd over at me and said, " I saw that boy".

My mind was racing because i felt so many things.  My mouth was hurting, I
was still rock hard and leaking pre-cum in strings now and it was dripping,
but now I was terrified that i was about to get a beating.  I was so
confused.  I thought Ihat I had pleased my Uncle and I was so proud, but ,
I guess I had disappointed him instead.

"Get up boy!" My Uncle rose up from the bed too.  He didn't say a word but
took one of my wrist with his huge hand he pulled me along with him into
the hall.  We came to a door inside the kitchen that I had not noticed
before.  He opened it and there was a descending stairs.  He reached around
the corner and turned on a light.  "Go on down those stairs boy"

Just a few minutes ago I was so happy and had so much pleasure.  Now, I was
terrified of what was to come.  My cock and balls wre now bouncing wiht
each step, as I had totally lost all my hardness by then.  Tears again
began to well up in my eyes.  Some went down my cheeks.  I began to sniffle
and wiped away a tear or two with my hand.  I had never been whipped before
in my life.

The room was just a basement like all basements but this one had several
hooks in the ceiling, some benches and several boxes, yet unpacked,
scattered around.  My Uncle led me by his hand on my shoulder to one spot
in the basement and told me to stand there.  A chain hung from the ceiling
above me.  And I noticed on each end of the chain there was a leather
collar like cuff.  He told me too hold out my hands. He then pulled the
leather cuff around each wrist and began to pull now on the chain and my
hands and arms went higher and higher until I was on almost on my toes

With that I saw my Uncle pull open a dresser drawer. He brought out a bar
wiht cuffs on each end.  Soon I heard him say behind me, "Spread those legs
boy!"  And he put this bar between my legs, cuffed each ankle and now I
could not move my legs much at all.  He adjusted the chain above me some.
Then I saw him reach onto a yet unpacked box and bring out a leather strap.
I began to plead with my Uncle.  "Please, i won't do it again.  I'll do
better next time! I do remember his spear of a cock that i had just
pleasured with my still hurting mouth was now rigid and pointing straight
out in front of him.

He drew back his hand.

WACK!

I jumped and screamed "Ohhhhhhhh........OOOOOOOOOOO."  Please NOOO!"  WACK!
"AHHHHHHH!  I began to blubber and shake all over.  I was red with anger
and hurt and pain.  WACK!  I began to piss!  I remembered pissing that
first beating.  And i could not control it.

.  "Tonight you will recieve five hits with the belt since this is your
first learning experience."

I whimppered knowing I had two more.  "What did you say boy?"  "Nothing", I
said.  You will respond with "Yes Sir" from now on.  Is this clear?  I
sniffled and said quietly......."Yes Sir".  "Louder boy!"  "Yes Sir!"

By the time I had recieved two more hits from the strap I was in agony. He
had hit one on each cheek of my ass, one on each of the insides of my inner
thigh, one on my back.  I had freely screamed and yelled, balled, pissed
and whimpered.

M Uncle put away the leather strap, he came back over to me lifted up my
chin adnlooked me in the eyes.  "The next time you waste a man's seed boi,
you will pay.  Right?  "Yes Sir" I responded through tears. He uncuffed me
and led me holding me all th way.

He layed me face down on my bed.  " I have something that will make your
ass feel better" My ass hurt so much and I reached a hand back to feel my
ass. I couldn't se much, there was only a light from the hallway, but I new
that it surely had to be bleeding.  But i didn't see anyting on my hand,
and from what I could see as I looked around at my ass, it only seemed to
be red welts.

Soon, my uncle came back and sat down beside me.  He opened up a can of
something and then I felt a cold hand on my ass.  No, it was that ointment.
At first it was almost unbearable. It was so cold.  But almost instantly it
began to feel good.  The pain left and now, it just felt cooling and god
when my Uncle kneeded my cheeks I started to feel good again..  Up and down
and around he went.  Soon, i felt him move his finger into the crevice of
my ass crack.  he put the ointment on all my welts, all five of them.  Oh,
that felt so good.  i loved this.....ummmm......oh god........  And with
his touching mesaging of my ass and now all my body, I soon fell a sleep.




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