Date: Wed, 11 Oct 2006 05:46:22 +0000
From: Christian . <xangel@hotmail.com>
Subject: Blackmailing Uncle Milan
DISCLAIMER: This story contains sexual situations between men 18+ and
between family members. At times, the sex is a bit brutal so if you're
wanting something else, you might want to look away! Comments/critiques
are always welcomed.
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Why did I do it, you might be asking yourself.
Well, that's why you're reading this story, isn't it? To
see why I did what the title suggests I did. I did it for a number of
reasons but the main one was -- to see if I COULD do it. That's at the
heart of this entire family adventure.
In the Mid-west part of the U.S., there is little in the way
of fun and especially in the town that my father moved myself, my uncle
and my older brother to. It has a gas station, a snack "shack", a
restaurant or two and a huge steel-mill industry that supports almost
everyone here. My uncle, brother and father all went to work there
immediately. I decided to go one town over and work at a pizza place and
within three months, I was manager of the store.
We bought a house. All of us. My uncle's house cost him
roughly fifteen thousand dollars, my brother's house around the same but
my father's house was twenty-five thousand and my own was in the same
neighborhood. We all lived within walking distance of one another. But
this all doesn't explain why I did it, does it? Not really, but it does
give the set-up.
My uncle, Milan, was a tall guy with a nice body and
brilliant eyes that were the slightest shade of brown I'd ever seen on
anyone. They were almost "tan". He had a nice smile and a head of
dark brown hair that hung down to his shoulders in soft waves. He had
been working at some sort of physical labor from the age of 13 and it
showed in the way his arms were corded with muscle and the way he
stretched out his shirts when he put them on. His jeans hugged some nice
muscles, as well -- when he could find some that fit. Your average sizes
hardly fit my uncle Milan.
He had always been close with my father and brother. They'd
gone on camping trips, fishing trips, swimming trips -- and well, you get
the picture. I wasn't much for all that sort of thing. I stayed with
friends when they would go away -- and I was fine with that. It was
better for everyone if I just didn't go.
My plan started on Thursday when my uncle Milan left for
work. Because I was a manager, I could come and go pretty much as I
pleased and so I left work early that day and drove to my uncle's
house. Letting myself in, I changed the sheets on the bed, made a nice
dinner and when it was time for him to come home, ran a hot bath for
him. When his car pulled into the driveway, I stripped off all my
clothes, put on a tight red jockstrap and was waiting on the couch when
his key slid into the lock of his front door.
"What..." He started as he came inside. "Oh...my god."
"So, you like?" I asked, getting right to the point by
rubbing my hardening cock through the thin material. "I was hoping red
was your favorite color."
"You need to fucking get the hell out of here!" He roared,
his voice full of what I was sure was mock indignation at what he was
seeing. "What the hell makes you think this is cool?" He said, still
slamming around and pretending to be outraged.
"This." I said, hitting the power buttons on the universal
remote.
The screen of his television flickered to life and so did the
DVD machine. On the wide-screen, the hairy ass of my uncle Milan was
going back and forth, groans of obvious pleasure filled the room and
underneath him, the grunting, sweaty body of my father was splayed out on
the bed. I knew from the small anchor tattoo on his left ass cheek that
he'd gotten in the Navy. The tattoo was just to the right of his
asshole -- which was taking my uncle Milan's nice-sized cock like a real
pro.
I looked up to see my uncle's face falling from rage to
something else.
"Mother...fucker." He said quietly, realizing what I'd
done.
"It gets better." I said, hitting the fast-forward
button.
Just ahead of my father, another body came into view and my
father's hand reached out to take hold of yet another firm cock and slip
it expertly into his waiting mouth. The full body of the third figure
never came all the way into the screen -- but it didn't have to for me
to know exactly who this person was. Through his litany of groans,
moans, and filthy talk to my father, my uncle Milan named him for me when
he said: "Yeah, boy, let Poppa suck on his boy's rod till he gets a
mouthful o' man-cum!"
"Which trip was this?" I asked my uncle, who let himself
fall into a nearby chair.
"February -- the mountain fishing trip." He answered,
knowing it wasn't going to work for him to lie.
"So, this is what you've all been doing on these trips." I
said, hitting the play button on the DVD player. "You've been sucking,
fucking and heaven only knows what else to each other for as long as
you've been going on these trips?"
"Pretty much."
"And you didn't bother to tell me?"
"Not really."
"And you didn't bother to include me, either." I said to
him, flipping off the television. "So, I think it's time you made it
up to me."
My uncle's head swiveled around and he looked at me. His
mouth slipped open a bit and I wondered briefly what he was going to say
before stopping it in its tracks. I slipped the front of the jock to the
side and let my hard cock stand up from its pubic nest. My uncle just
looked from it to me and back to my cock for a long moment. When I was
sure that he was under my snake's spell, I settled back on the couch,
sliding my left arm back behind my head.
"So, you think that all you have to do is come here, play
this for me and whip out your dick?" He asked me, standing from the
chair and swiping the remote from me to slam it down on the coffee
table. "And then what am I supposed to do?" He went on, his voice
getting a bit higher and more solid. "Just turn you over and fuck you
because that's what you think happened with your dad, brother and me?"
"Well...I guess." I stammered, not feeling so cock-sure
anymore. "I mean -- isn't that what happened?"
"FUCK NO!" He roared at me, turning on me quickly. "Get
that thing back in your pants and get the FUCK out of my house!"
I was stunned! I was sure this would work and now, Milan was
turning into the fucking nut-case from hell! Needless to say, my cock
shrunk at this turn of events and so, I slipped it back into the jock and
reached for my pants. Uncle Milan had his cell-phone in his hand as I
put the one leg into them and as I was putting my other into them, I
heard his gruff voice tell whomever it was on the other end that he
needed them over at his house immediately. I could only imagine who that
would have been.
"Look, I'm sorry." I said, turning to face him, my pants
undone but up around my ass. "I just thought that since you guys were
already...you know...that it wouldn't be a big deal for me to...you know,
join in."
"Well it is a fucking big deal, Jonas!" Milan roared at
me. "You don't know DICK about what's gone on with us or what we've
done together! But yet, you come in here -- uninvited, I might add -- and
whip out a hard dick and think I'm going to jump on it like some
whore?!"
"But..." I stammered.
"Get the FUCK out of my house, now!" He said, taking up my
shirt and going to the door. "I mean it, Jonas -- right now!"
I headed to the door, unsure what else to do. When I had
reached the threshold of his house, I felt Uncle Milan's hands on my
shoulders, hauling my body to the side of the doorframe and I just knew
he was going to bash my head into it.
"Here's what's going to happen you nosey little prick!"
He said to me, slamming the door with one hand and my frame into the wall
beside of it with the other. "You're going to do whatever the fuck I
tell you and you're going to like it!"
My head spun.
I felt a thickness sliding into the crease of my jeans and my
ass tightened. A hairy arm crossed over my throat and I felt strong legs
pushing mine apart. I did try to push back against him, probably from
fear -- but I knew it was no use. His hot breath was on my shoulder and
I felt the curly hair on his head brushing my skin as his mouth bit into
my skin. His hand found my left nipple and pulled -- hard.
"You're going to put my cock down your throat over and over
again until I tell you to stop or until that fucking fag mouth has pulled
my load out, whichever comes first." He snarled when his mouth
unclamped from my shoulder. "There's not going to be any seduction,
Jonas. You want to fuck like the men? Fine, I'll show you how it's
done."
I felt my jeans being pulled down and I was told to kick them
to the side -- and I did with no questions. Milan's hands were rough on
me as he spun me around and forced me to the chair he'd just been in.
With a speed that startled me, he had torn the belt from his pants and
tied my right leg to the chair. My belt held my left one and when I was
secured, he stood in front of me.
"All this time, we tried to get you to come with us," He
said, tearing the front of his jeans open. "And every time, you had
other things to do."
A beautiful dick slid from the waistband of his tight black
briefs and presented itself like a lance. I looked up at him and back
down at it. It was hardening before my eyes and I wasn't sure I could
take it all in my mouth if it got any bigger.
"And now, you want to come here and seduce me?"
He gripped the base and slapped me hard with the thing. I
felt the sticky string of pre-cum as he did it again. His other hand
held my chin to steady my face as he repeated this cock-whipping. I
reached up to put my hands on his waist and instantly, his anger at me
manifested itself again.
"Don't fucking touch me!" He said, stepping back and out
of my reach. "You little punk! You can't touch me when YOU want to --
you'll touch me when I tell you to!"
"Okay." I said, watching him take my shirt from where he'd
thrown it. "I'm sorry -- I won't touch you."
"Damned right you won't, dick!" Milan said, tearing my
shirt in half. "You won't touch anything unless I tell you."
He tied my hands to the arms of the chair and took his cock
in hand again. This time, he spread his pre-cum over my lips and across
my cheeks, sneering at me the entire time and telling me how worthless I
was with every swipe.
"Open that fuck-hole!"
I opened my mouth and it was filled with dick before I could
even think about protesting. Uncle Milan's hands tangled in my hair and
he began using my head for his personal glory-hole. My lips locked
around the meat and I retracted my teeth behind them, letting him
face-fuck me -- as if I had a choice. The head of his thick monster
slammed into the back of my throat and beyond, causing me to resist the
urge to gag.
"Don't you DARE gag on this fine steak-stick, fucker!"
Uncle Milan sneered at me, his hand holding my chin still. "After all
you went through to get it, you're going to fucking LOVE every goddamned
inch of it and thank me for giving it to you!"
This was when he put his right leg onto the seat beside me,
took hold of the back of my head and began to shove his cock from head to
balls back and forth in and out of my mouth. I had to fight again the
urge to gag and I was able to with some concentration but I felt the
tears come to my eyes and roll down my cheeks as I flattened my tongue
out under the assaulting meat.
"Now, you're fucking crying?" Uncle Milan roared, not
letting up. "I feed you my cock, you worthless fucker, and you're
crying over it? Maybe you think it's too much for your prick-less mouth
to take?"
"Uh...uh." I managed around his meat.
"Good!"
It felt like another ten minutes until Uncle Milan started to
slow a bit and finally to remove his cock from my aching mouth. His leg
still on the edge of the chair, he slapped me with his monster again
before fisting it several long times and groaning like he was in the most
intense moment of his life. His face was fixed on mine and his hand that
was holding my chin moved up to my mouth where his thumb parted my lips.
Prying them apart, he aimed his dickhead at me.
"FUCK!" He swore as his hand ran along his rod. "Take it,
punk! Take my hot load down your throat!" Uncle Milan roared as his
prick began to disgorge it's milky juice. "EAT IT!"
The first splash to my lips coated them. The second missed
them entirely and hit me on the cheek. It had just started to run when
the third and fourth volley roped my face and neck.
"Swallow my spunk, cum-whore!" My uncle barked. "Swallow
it!"
I did as he said, swallowing what spewed into my mouth, the
strong salty taste surprising me. Gulping to keep up, I made sure that
when he finally finished and wiped his spent head on my face, I had
nothing of his stuff left in my mouth.
"Did you like that, Jonas? Finally, after all this time, did
you like eating my spunk?" Uncle Milan asked as he stood in front of my
cum-covered face.
"Yeah." I managed, not knowing what else to say.
"Yes SIR, you ungrateful fuck!"
"Yes, Sir. I enjoyed your cum, sir!" I piped back, a real
fear creeping into me.
"That's good."
Reaching forward, he untied my left arm and then my right one
before doing the same with my legs. When he pulled me from the chair, he
spun me around and forced me back into it -- this time, on my knees.
"About time."
I looked over my shoulder to the front window and the
telltale wash of car lights. I only had to wait a few moments until the
front door opened and my father blew in like an angry wind. He took one
look at me kneeling in the chair and a truly evil grin came over his face
as he closed the door. Pulling off his coat, he let it fall as he
crossed to me and my uncle.
"So, he tried to extort you into fucking his ass, huh? Dad
said as he moved to the DVD player and hit the `open' button. "And
you thought this was the way to do it?"
I nodded sickly.
"Stupid on top of everything else, aren't you?" Dad said.
My father was a carbon copy of my Uncle Milan except that his
hair was shorter. He should have been -- he and Uncle Milan are twins.
Coming to stand in front of me, my father did as my uncle had
done earlier and put his hand under my chin to lift it up toward him. I
felt a warmth spreading through me as I realized Uncle Milan's cum still
streaked my face. I knew this was what my father was looking at and
eventually smirking at. I lowered my eyes and tried to look away from my
father but he held my head still.
"And that's what you got for it, huh?" He asked, swiping
a finger through the mess and bringing it to his lips. "You need to
thank your uncle for such a generous gift."
"Thank you, sir." I relented as my father's hand went to
the front of his pants.
I couldn't believe this.
The zipper of my father's pants opened slowly to reveal an
identical prick to the one that had just raped my mouth, complete with
oozing piss-slit. Just as Milan had done, Dad wiped the head across my
face, streaking it with his cum. I thought as he let the head of it rest
on my lips that he was going to do as Uncle Milan had done but he stopped
me when I opened my mouth to take it in.
"No, that belongs to your brother and your uncle." Dad said
to me, stripping his shirt off as his cock rested on my lips. "You
don't get that privilege."
Warm fingers were applied to my exposed ass as my father
stepped from his pants. I couldn't imagine what was going on until I
felt the liquid being slathered onto my tensed hole. My father turned
around to expose his own...beautiful...ass. Thick fingers plied his hole
apart and it was moved within inches of my face as I felt a probing at my
hole. It was my uncle's hand that came to rest on my ass and I knew
this was just the beginning.
"Put that worthless tongue to good use and lick my hole,
Jonas!" Dad ordered me and wiggled his ass for emphasis. "Slide it in
my chute and make love to my asshole!"
I did as he said, sliding my tongue deep into his dark
opening. Behind me, I felt the beginning of dick being stuffed into me
and I winced at the initial pain. It was going to hurt because Uncle
Milan wasn't left out in the size department. He prided himself on his
thickness and he was going to show me what it could do. Another inch
slid into me as I continued to lick my father's hole. I didn't dare
make a sound for fear of what might happen if I did but there was a pain
like I'd never known starting in my ass and spreading through my body.
My mouth continued to probe my father's private pucker and I
held onto the dark taste as the pain increased, Milan moving deeper into
me. Dad's words spurred me on and I continued to probe at his ass,
invading it as I was being invaded. I knew it would only make things
worse if I clenched my asshole the way my father was doing around my
tongue, so I tried to relax as best I could. My uncle's cock slid into
me fully, the last few inches filling me quickly and quietly.
"FUCK!" He said, his pubes scraping against my skin. "The
boy's ass is as tight as a new drum!"
"Give him what he wanted, then, the little shit. Fuck that
whore ass!" My father swore, stepping up and away from my mouth.
"Teach him what happens when you try and blackmail family."
My father sat down, then. Across from where my uncle's cock
began moving into and out of me, he began to stroke his hard cock,
swinging his right leg across the arm of the chair to open himself up and
let his balls hang beneath his jacking hand. His eyes were cold and
indifferent to me, his mouth slack a bit with the feeling he must have
been providing for himself.
"This what you want, fuck?" Uncle Milan kept at me. "All
this shit you did to get me to fuck you -- and is this what you want?"
He said, his tempo increasing, his cock beginning to slam into me.
I moaned under him, whimpering a bit as he grabbed handfuls
of my asscheeks and twisting the flesh in his hands. No words could come
as I just rode out the furious storm of his fucking. He slammed his
prick into my hole and slapped me on the ass repeated as he fucked me. I
could only hope that he wouldn't throw me off the chair as he did so.
My ass began to throb with the fucking and the beating but he didn't
stop.
"Yeah." I heard my father say as I was fucked. "Screw
that ass, Milan. Pound that sweaty hole -- just like he wanted, the
little prick."
Uncle Milan kept up, pouring his cock into my ass. "You
always had something better to do than us. That's why we didn't do
this long time ago! Why would we keep after you if you were going to
keep turning us down?"
He held onto my hips, his legs spreading behind me as he
continued to fuck me. Ahead of me, my father was tugging on his balls,
his hand slipping down to his moist hole to finger himself. His eyes
were glassy and glazed over with lust. Watching only Milan, he stroked
his engorged cock with dreamy eyes.
"Here it...is!" Uncle Milan said, his voice deep and
throaty. "Here's what you've been wanting!"
"Fuck yeah!" My father echoed and stood up, his hand still
working his cock from base to head and back again! "Cum in that hole!"
Almost on my father's verbal cue, Uncle Milan erupted inside
of me! I felt the rush of cum slathering my insides mintues before my
father's spunk splashed all over my right cheek and began to slide down
my face. Another few volleys from each of them washed over me and as
quickly as it had started, it was finished. The two of them pulled away
from me and I felt the bonds being released.
"Now get the fuck out of here." My uncle barked, collecting
my clothes from the various places around the room. "And don't ever
try something like this again."
My father kissed my uncle deeply and left the room. Dressing
rather slowly, I watched my uncle extract the disc from the player. He
came over to where I was and opened the front door with a decisive
motion. His eyes were the same as my father's as he looked at me. He
was waiting for me to finish dressing and when I had, he indicated the
opened door.
"And don't do this shit anymore." He said to me, snapping
the disc into two separate parts. "Ever."
I took my disc and left the house. I heard the door slam
heavily as I walked down the stairs, my ass throbbing from the fucking I
just received.
So, why did I do this, I asked myself as I walked away? I still wasn't
sure. Maybe I just wanted to be included? Did things change after this
little episode? No. My father and brother and uncle still took their
trips and I was still not invited along. I eventually moved away and
left that little town. I knew when I wasn't wanted. I wasn't going to
compound the error by staying there.
But I can say that I had it once, can't I?
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This was a one-shot story. No additional chapters will be added.
Comments welcomed. Thanks for reading.