Date: Tue, 20 Feb 2001 06:58:40 -0800
From: Casey Jordan <cjordanwa@hotmail.com>
Subject: Uncle Donovan - 11

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Uncle Donovan --- 11 (MM, inc, anal, nc, bd, group)

"I'm glad that you're happy with my work, Mr. Williams," Seth replied

"Call me Karl, please. Who's the young guy in the pic?"

"Alright then, Karl," Seth said. "The young guy is actually Marshall's
nephew, his name is Casey.  I can't believe it myself --- your coach was
actually fucking his own nephew. Yeah we're talking about incest...what we
got here are two sick, perverted faggots!"

"What? His own nephew?!" Karl said, fighting to suppress his jealousy and
excitement.

"I know it's really none of my business but I'm just curious...." Seth asked
hesitantly as he put down his coffee.

"As to why I asked you to let Marshall know that he's being followed and
photographed?" Karl intercepted.

"Yes!"

"The reason is very simple. I want him to know that someone has been
watching him. I want to scare the shit out of him and this pic should do the
trick."

"So, are you going to send that pic to the university administration? Seth
asked. "You should really teach these fags a lesson!"

Seth has never made it a secret that he despised gays. In fact, he quit his
job a year ago because his police precinct in Portland assigned him Cedric
Knight (chapters 4, 5 and 6), an openly gay cop, as his partner. He then got
married, moved back to LA with his wife and opened his own PI firm.

"Really?" Karl said while looking directly into Seth's eyes.

In the awkward pause that followed, Seth began to appear uncomfortable with
Karl's staring at him and the long silence in the room. He also started to
feel dizzy. He realized that his body was gradually losing its strength.

"How's your wife, Seth?' Karl asked.

"Sh...sh...she is do...doing just fine." Seth struggled to stay awake but
soon found himself semi-paralysed on the chair. He was alarmed that he had
lost feelings of his upper body.

"I'm glad that you like our SPECIAL coffee so much, Seth." Karl said, as he
looked mischievously at the empty cup in front of Seth and then at his
paralysed victim .

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Uncle Donovan and I were sitting at the kitchen table when the doorbell
rang. We had been waiting for two of Uncle D's friends after he called and
asked them to come over. Uncle D got up and went to answer the door and soon
came back to the kitchen with an Italian stud in a police uniform.

"Hey Casey, let me introduce you to my one of my best friends --- Antonio
Marino, he's with the LAPD." Uncle D said and then turned to Antonio. "This
is Casey, my nephew from Seattle."

As Antonio and I were shaking hands, the doorbell rang again. Uncle D went
to get the door once more and when he returned, I almost fainted. I couldn't
believe whom I saw. Uncle D's second friend happened to be none other than
Jeff (chapters 3, 4 and 5), the man who took my oral virginity in the
Portland bus station...the man who gave my virgin hole it's first butt plug!

"Casey, this is my best bud and a colleague of mine --- Jeff Davenport."
Uncle D said. "And Jeff, this is Casey, my nephew."

I froze.

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In the Studio One's control room, Kurt was contemplating his stepfather's
request to help him fuck his friend, Corey. Then, without warning, Dr.
Douglas squeezed his balls hard.

"Ouch, oh fuck, that hurts!" Kurt screamed in tormenting pain. "Stop, oh
daddy, please... please stop!"

"Well...what do you say, son? Are you daddy's good boy?"

"Yes, daddy, I'm your good boy. I'll do it, daddy. I'll do anything for you!
I'm daddy's favourite little slut boy, right?"

"Yeah, you got that right, son. You're daddy's favourite!" Dr. Douglas
whispered to his stepson in his soothing and seductive voice as he relaxed
the pressure on Kurt's balls.

Then Dr. Douglas went out to check with John whether it would be okay for he
and Kurt to have some fun with Corey.

"Sure, doc, as long as you don't mind us filming the action," John said with
a grin on his face.

"Hmmm...." Dr. Douglas hesitated.

"Don't worry, doc, the tape is for my boss --- the kid's brother only. He
wants it, kinda a fetish. It won't be made public, I guarantee. Plus, all
our faces, except the kid's, will be blacked out anyway." John told the
psychologist.

"Who's your boss? Do I know him?" Dr. Douglas was curious.

"His name is Karl Williams, the filthy rich Nachman William's son. The old
man died three years ago and left behind tons of money for the brothers. I
ran into Karl fucking a frat boy in the men's room downstairs last December.
He paid me good money and hired me as his body guard for letting him go. And
the rest is history." John whispered to Dr. Douglas.

With John's assurance, Dr. Douglas went back to the control room to map out
the game plan with Kurt. As they emerged from the room, they saw John was
kneeling behind Corey and busily filming the penetration of Corey's
cum-dripping hole by the Chief's raging hardon.

"Listen now whore, relax your cunt. Come on, squeeze out those fuck juice!"
Chief Terrence Brock demanded. The Chief, still in his uniform, was using
his angry, purplish cockhead to probe, poke and prod Corey's boy hole into
releasing more cum. As Corey squeezed his boy hole, more cum started to
bubble out of his ass-lips. The Chief spread John's cum, which was still
warm, all over the tip of his big cock and then, he suddenly lunged forward
with his hips. His huge pole disappeared rapidly into the boy's resisting
sphincter, forced through and torn apart the slick and tight ass muscles.

"No! No! No!" Corey screamed, apparently still hurting from John's brutal
ass pounding that just finished not too long ago. "It hurts too much. Please
stop! Please stop fucking me! Please, please STOP!"

"Why don't we just cut the shit out!" the Chief howled. "You fucking college
boys always think you're the smartest, huh? Listen punk, nobody ever refuses
me and the harder you make it for me the harder you'll get it. And I
PROMISE, I'll rip your ass apart and you will never be able to walk again!"
With that he roughly grasped Corey's narrow hips and shoved all nine inches
of his fucktool into the tiny boy pussy ball deep.

Corey cried out in pain, his vision went white and thought he would die from
the forced entry. He felt that the invading cock was both longer and thicker
than the one that took his cherry. His boy pussy was stretched to unbearable
limit, but his fuck tunnel was squeezing and pulsating around the second
assailant's throbbing cock, beyond his control. He begged his attacker to
stop again as his body writhed in pain.

"You love this, don't you, you cunt?!" the Chief ignored the pleas of the
screaming boy and groaned. He closed his eyes, while savoring the tightness,
warmth and wetness of Corey's asshole. He loved "sloppy second" --- fucking
the college boy with his bud's cum and sloshing it around in the sloppy,
used hole.

"Please...let me go.... I'm...I'm already hurt and I can't take it anymore.
I'll give you money...lots of it...but please let me go...please stop!"
Corey's voice trailed off as he felt the assailant's cock, like the first
one, kept on brushing against his prostate. The sensation was so scorchingly
hot that Corey's cock began to stiffen. Soon he was so aroused that his cock
was leaking uncontrollably copious amount of precum. "Please stop!" he
moaned unconvincingly.

"Yeah, all you college boys are sissies, ain't you?" the Chief yelled. "All
of you say no first and then beg for more. Oh yeah, you love my big man cock
up your rich boy's pussy, don't you?  Come on faggot; tell me how much you
love my cock tearing into your boy cunt! I want to hear you say how much you
love my big cock up your tight hole!"

Corey found the assailant's nasty words were really turning him on. He
couldn't help but begin absently moaning in pain and pleasure. His cock was
getting so hard that it started to hurt.

"Oh, please, let me feel you inside me. I'm so hot...I need it. Just stick
your big cock inside my tight pussy... I want it inside me...please!" Corey
said dreamily.

Thrusting his hips forward slowly, the Chief made sure that Corey felt every
inch of his big and thick fuckmeat piercing into the tight boy hole. He then
hammered his ass with such brutal force that his balls were slapping nosily
against Corey's bubble butt. Plowing Corey's ass in total abandon, the Chief
continued his verbal assault.

Time after time the Chief forced his ass-splitter deep into Corey, sending
his manmeat ball-deep with each relentless thrust. He could feel Corey's
swollen, puckered ass lips tried to suck him back in when he was sliding
out. But the Chief refused to give up his to the boy cunt. His fuckpole
ripped into Corey's ass again and again, slam fucking into the college boy.
Corey's ass ring lustfully milked his shaft and tried to pull him back on
each withdrawal, just before the Chief rammed into him over and over again.
The Chief kept on power-fucking Corey with long thrusts for more than 20
minutes.

"Fucking cunt, god damn cock-hungry cunt, I love feeling my big cock sliding
in and out of your fucking tramp pussy. Shit, oh shit, look at you with that
sweet tight ass stuffed with my fucking huge cock. Fuck boy, this feels so
good!" the Chief roared. "Oh yeah, I bet you'll come back and beg for me. I
sure ain't gonna tell you no, you whore!"

The Chief just loved fucking into a wet, open hole that's already taken a
load. As his cock pumped into Corey, the cum squirt out, running down
Corey's balls and legs. "

"And what would be better than feeling someone rimming a hole that I'm
fucking, a hole that is squirting out fresh cum?" the Chief thought to
himself.

Thinking that the Chief was close, Kurt leaned in between Corey's legs and
licked his asshole as the Chief's cock slid in and out. Dr. Douglas walked
in front of Corey and started stroking Corey's raging erection. With the
Chief pushing Corey's head forward, the psychologist kissed Corey deep on
the lips and eventually, the two were French-kissing each other frantically.

"Oh FUCK...oh FUCK...I'm gonna SHOOT...oh TAKE IT, cunt...TAKE IT...TAKE MY
FUCKING LOAD, YOU CUNT!" When the Chief finally came, it was explosive! His
cock erupted inside Corey and pumped torrents of thick and hot cum into the
boy pussy. He bit into Corey's neck as he continued to brutalize Corey's
slimy hole, slamming away. The air was filled with the obscenely squishy
sound of his bursting cock churning the freshly released load in Corey's boy
hole to froth out of the ass lips.

Kurt was greedily slurping up the hot cum that was fucked out of Corey's
anal mouth by the Chief's pile-driving cock. Like a cum-craving whore, Kurt
also licked as much as he could the hot, creamy man juice off the Chief's
cock when it slid out of the cum-filling hole.

Corey could feel the Chief was flooding his ass with loads of burning man
cum. He could feel Kurt was hungrily slurping up the fuck juice freshly
squeezed out from his boy cunt. He could feel Dr. Douglas's hand on his cock
while kissing him, pushing him to a new height of lust and pleasure. These
feelings were too much for Corey and they finally drove him over the edge.
He moaned into Dr. Douglas's hot mouth as his cock sprayed seven jets of
scorching boy jizm all over the psychologist's and his own bodies.

"You want a piece of this tight ass, doc?" the Chief said as he pulled out
from Corey and squeezed the last drop of his hot cum onto Kurt's tongue.
"Get over here doc, this bitch needs MORE COCK!"

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Seth Hammond was fully awake and could see and feel all that was happening
but he felt numb and there was hardly any strength left in him. He knew that
he was being moved down the stairs but there was absolutely nothing he could
do. He tried to scream for help but no word came out of his mouth. Finally
he was dragged into a dimly lit basement dungeon where Karl Williams, now
dressed in a full leather outfit, was sitting down on a throne-like chair.

"Master Karl, we've brought you your slave!" Chad Stone said. Chad was the
butler of the William's estate. Standing beside him was Tony Bruno, Karl's
personal assistant. Both men were in their mid-30's.

"Has anyone of you heard anything from John or Corey yet?" Karl asked.

"No, we haven't, Master Karl." Tony replied.

"Well, I guess we just have to start without them, then!" Karl said with a
devilish grin on his face.

"Yes, Sir! You're absolutely right, Sir!" Tony and Chad sniggered.

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End of Part 11

To be continued...

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