Date: Mon, 20 Aug 2001 10:59:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ed Rock <storywriter44@yahoo.com>
Subject: 'Vacuum Cleaner Boy 10' (m/t,m/m,oral,anal,shave,humil)

                        Vacuum Cleaner Boy 10

     I laid my head back on the impromptu 'pillow' Jake fashioned for
me with his limp cock and balls.  What sort of future was he planning
for me?   Jake said he was taking me home to live with him.  He didn't
bother asking Daddy or me.  I suppose he felt there was no permission
needed.  I was Daddy's property... Jake defeated him... so now I
belong to Jake.  I am merely the 'spoils of war' transferred to the
victor.

     My allegiance to Daddy will be difficult to ignore.  He made me
realize that I'm a cuntboy in need of a master.  If not for Daddy,
I'd be sitting alone in my apartment again, incapable of giving or
receiving physical love.

     I have a good view of him, standing naked on top of the coffee
table.  Bobby started with Daddy's feet.  Every toe had a tuft of
hair, making them appear more simian than human.   I heard Daddy
whimper when the cold metal of the blade touched the first one.  Ten
quick passes with the clippers had his toes looking smooth and clean.

     Daddy isn't permitted to speak during this process.  Jake made
that point crystal clear after bitch-slapping him upside the head.
He appears so docile waiting for Bobby, his new teen master, to shear
him like a sheep.   It is payback time!   His cock is wilted, drawn
up toward the furry recesses of his thick pubic bush.  Trouble is,
his cock is so large that no amount of shrinkage could hide it from
view.  The man is surely gifted in the cock department... no question
about that.  Until I saw Jake's serpent, I didn't think they grew any
larger than the one hanging there, waiting to have it's pubic hair
shrubbery trimmed down to a nubbin.

     Bobby finished clipping all the hair from Daddy's torso that he
could reach.  The single exception was his groin.  I guessed he was
saving the best part for last.   He ordered Daddy to get down on all
fours, then sheared the hair from his back.  Bobby barked another
order for him to lay down, flat on his back.  He looked so sad and
defeated.   Here was a grown man, responding to orders from a sixteen
year old boy like a frightened schoolgirl.   Bobby completed trimming
his upper chest and neck then roughly denuded his armpits.

     My Daddy looked so different now, his bared body was a stark
shade of pinkish white, similar to the breast of a broiler chicken.

     Bobby's almost evil-looking eyes fixated on Daddy's groin.  He
hesitated, seeming to savor the moment.  He put the clippers down and
picked up the comb and scissors.  I saw Daddy's body began to tremble.
The last vestige of his manhood was about to be combed and removed by
this revengeful teen.

     Apparently the whole scene got to Jake.  I felt his cock harden
underneath my head.  What a man he is!  The strength of his rising
hardness pushed my head upwards, pressing my chin tight against the
front of my neck.  Then it slid off to one side, scraping my ear as
it snapped upward and saluted the ceiling.  The back of my head
dropped down on his soft, twin ball-cushion.   He groaned and pushed
me to the side.   He got up and walked over next to Bobby who had
knelt down.   Bobby started combing Daddy's gnarly pubic bush,
gathering clumps of it together, then snipping them off at the base.
Jake stood there watching with his engorged manflesh at the ready.
It needed servicing of some kind, either oral or anal.  He first eyed
up Bobby's naked ass then Daddy's mouth.  The mouth won!  He stepped
across, straddled Daddy's chest and sat down.  Jake put his cockhead
to Daddy's lips, skinned back his sheath and ordered him to open wide.
I got up from the floor in time to walk over and see tears rolling
down Daddy's cheek.  He was dutifully sucking on Jake's hog, while
Bobby barbered his pubic bush.

     Slated to become Jake's boywife, I didn't know if I'd get
another chance to service my teen master.  With Jake's back toward me
and his full attention directed elsewhere, I decided to seize the
moment!  I laid down behind Bobby, parted his sweet, young asscheeks
and kissed his pucker.  He trimmed and I rimmed while Jake was being
sucked.  The only telltale sign of our indiscretion appeared under the
coffee table.   Bobby shot a load of boyseed, a minute or so after I
began swabbing his anus and asscheeks with my wet tongue.   Jake's
load was expelled soon afterwards but that evidence wound up inside
Daddy's stomach.

     Jake had Bobby spread shaving cream from his neck to his feet.
Daddy knew enough to lay completely still as Jake expertly shaved
him with the straight razor.  I thought he was going to pass out
when Jake scraped around his cock and balls.   Daddy submissively
rolled on his stomach when Jake ordered it.  Bobby soaped his back,
asscheeks and legs then stepped aside to watch Jake glide the razor
in long, effortless strokes from neck to ankles.   Following Jake's
instructions, I grabbed one asscheek and Bobby the other.  We parted
them, allowing Jake to nip the hair follicles growing around his
virgin pucker. I moved in with a towel, removed the excess cream,
and watched while Jake and Bobby took turns mounting him.

    Bobby got dressed and was the first to leave, saying he needed
to get home before his mother got worried about him.  Daddy appeared
to be sad when Jake told him that I was going home to live with him.
He told Daddy to fetch a pair of wire cutters and snip off the silver
ponytail ring around my balls.  It was Jake's way of dissolving the
marriage between us.

     Jake was already dressed but my clothes were on the floor next
to the dining room table where Daddy had stripped me.  I started to
put them on but Jake intervened.  He handed me the pink camisole to
wear.  It was a moonless night but I was still concerned that someone
might see me.  The bench seat of Jake's truck was cold on my bare
asscheeks.   It only took about five minutes to get there.  Jake
lived in a modest row home with neighbors on both sides.  Two young
guys about my age were sitting on one porch chatting across to a
younger guy on the other.

     When Jake and I walked up his steps, it was like walking a
gauntlet.  Their conversation ended when they saw that I was naked
from the waist down.   Jake didn't seem to care... he introduced me,
then chatted with them for a few minutes.  The men kept staring at
my tiny penis and bare legs.   I heard them laughing so I turned
toward the door, forgetting that my bare ass was also showing.

     "Looks like you're gonna have some fun tonight Mr. Barton!",
one of the men said to Jake.

     "You guys don't know what you're missing!   A tight boyass may
not be as good as a cunt but it's a damn close second.   Hold on,
let me turn my light on so you can get a better look."

     I was horrified when Jake opened his door and flicked on the
porch light.

     "Stand in the middle and bend over so everyone can see you.",
Jake said.

     I bent down and felt the camisole ride up my back.  My ass was
completely exposed to the three men.  They laughed nervously. Then
Jake told me to stand up straight.

     "Take that off so they can see the rest of you."

     I stripped off the pink camisole and heard more nervous laughter.

     "See the tiny cock he has, it isn't much good for anything but
pissing.   Now, her ass is a different story.   Feels are free, guys,
I don't mind.  Timmygirl loves the feel of a man's hands on her tush.
If ever I'm not around and you think she deserves it, you may spank
her, but only with an open hand.   Just don't let me catch any of you
fucking her without my permission.  She may be a bitch but she's *my*
bitch."

     More nervous laughter...

     Jake opened the door and said:  "Inside with you, young lady!
All the flirting you've done has my neighbors hot and bothered.
You're such a slut in front of men."

     I stepped inside and Jake closed the door behind me.

     "The bathroom is at the top of the stairs on the right.  Fill
the tub with hot water.  I'm going to have another beer and will be
up in about five minutes.  I want to get you cleaned up and in my bed
early tonight... we both had a tiring evening.  Tomorrow we'll go
shopping for some pretty things for you to wear."

     I started up the stairs when Jake called me back, saying that
he had forgotten to tell me one of the house rules.

     "When you leave or enter a room I'm in, you will kiss the head
of my cock as a sign of respect.  I rarely wear clothes around the
house so most times, my cock will be exposed.  If it isn't, you are
permitted to just kiss the material covering my crotch.  Is that
understood?"

     "yes master, i understand!"

     "Tomorrow, I'll review all the rules along with the list of
punishments you can expect to receive if they are broken."

     "yes master."

     Before I had a chance to kiss the front of his shorts, Jake
unzipped his fly and let his cock flop out.  I leaned down, gave it
an opened mouthed buss and padded naked up the stairs.

     When Bobby got home, he went up to his bedroom and thought about
all that happened to him that evening.   He would never be the same
naive, young boy who knocked on Mr. Robbin's door to deliver a pizza.
He finally lost the burden of virginity.   He had been fucked up the
ass and liked it... but not nearly as much as fucking Timmy's ass.
He sucked a man's cock and liked that too... but it felt so much
better when Timmy sucked him.   He had submitted himself to a
dominant male so totally that it scared him, but when Timmy submitted
to him... he knew that he was born to be a dominant top.   He laid
back on his bed and smiled, thinking of the sweet revenge he exacted
from his girlfriend's daddy.  He got to shave and fuck him... life
was sweet!

     He fingered his denuded cock, concerned that he looked more
like a cuntboy instead of a stud.  The symbol of his manhood was gone.
Mr. Robbins had taken it with his clippers and straight razor.   How
could he have allowed that to happen?  How was he going to explain
this to his friends!  He decided that he'll just have to skip
showering in the school locker room until it grows back.

     Timmy living with Jake was a problem also.  He needed someone
like him to dominant and fuck... someone to suck his cock everyday.
Masturbation wasn't going to be enough after tonight's experiences.

     Then he remembered Michael Gulley.

     He was surprised to hear Jake mention his name.  Michael was in
his class at school and one time, several years ago, he made a pass
at Bobby.  At least he thought it was a pass.   They were in the
lockerroom together after Phys-Ed class.  Michael kept looking at
Bobby, watching as he toweled off after his shower.  He had to admit
that he sort of liked the attention.   Bobby was proud of his body,
having just turned 13 and sporting his new pubic bush.  Most of the
other kids were either devoid of hair completely or had only a few
wispy strands.   Bobby's was thick, black and starting to wend it's
way up his stomach and chest.

     Instead of turning away, Bobby lowered his towel, allowing
Michael an unobstructed view.   He put one foot up on the bench,
causing his limber six inches to dangle.  Michael's mouth dropped open
and their eyes met briefly.   He turned and seemed to wiggle his naked
ass in Bobby's direction.  Michael was a tall, skinny kid but his ass
was plump.  It curved away from his thin waist, begging to be
caressed.  That night, in the confines of his bedroom, Bobby
masturbated while thinking of Michael instead of Donna Robbins, his
new girlfriend.

     The next day, Michael seemed to be everywhere, smiling at Bobby
and striking sexy poses when he saw him looking.   He found a note
in his algebra book, 'Meet me under the stadium bleachers after
school', and was signed Michael G.  To this day, Bobby regretted that
he didn't do it.

     Bobby awoke from his reverie and reached for the phone book.  He
found Michael's number and called him.

     "Hello, this is the Gulley residence."

     "Michael... this is Bobby Kimmel, I was wondering if I could
come over to see you tomorrow.  I met someone who knows you and I'd
like to find out more about him."

     "sure... i guess that's OK.  wha.. what's his name?

     "Jake... Jake Barton, he said he used to be your Dad's friend.

     "JAKE! ... i... i... i thought he moved out of town!"

     "He did... but he's back now!  I'll be there tomorrow at noon,
we'll talk about it then."

     "yeah... sure Bobby... OK...see you."

     Bobby hung up the phone without saying goodbye.  Michael sounded
excited and a bit scared when he heard Jake's name.  It was best to
keep him that way.  Bobby pictured Michael's ass in his mind.  Jake
was right... it might even be better looking than Timmys.

the end for now.

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