Date: Thu, 12 Jan 2012 00:15:22 +1100
From: adam elliott <adamelliott_27@hotmail.com>
Subject: camp bitch chapter 1

This is purely a work of fiction. Any similarity to persons or events is
entirely coincidence.

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Sergeant Mike Palmer parked his truck outside his brother Carl's house and
switched off the engine. His older brother had asked for him to come and
see him, as they needed to talk. Carl wouldn't go into what it was about
over the phone, so Mike had driven over to talk with him. He pulled his six
foot five frame out of his car, and walked up to the door and knocked. Carl
answered the door quickly.

Carl opened his arms for a hug. "How's it going you big lug?" He said with
a smile.

Mike grinned back and leaned down to hug. Carl wasn't a shrimp at six foot,
but Mike was definitely the bigger of the two, in every way. Broader, more
muscular, and taller. "What was it you wanted to talk about?" he asked, as
Carl led him inside.

Carl walked into the kitchen and cracked open a couple of beers. "Well, you
know that the twins are about to graduate high school, and that I'm gonna
continue the family tradition." Carl said smiling.

Mike chuckled. "So you're following in Dad's and Gramps' shoes huh. So once
they graduate, you're gonna be their bitch for the summer huh?"

It was an old Palmer family tradition started by their great grandfather.
Once a boy graduated from high school, then he was considered a man in the
family. The boy's father would be their sex slave for the entire summer,
and after that, was required to defer to his son from then on, submitting
to further sex as required. It was a way to hand over the mantle of
manhood. Mike remembered with a chuckle his own summer with his father, and
the amount he had fucked his old man over and over in the years following.
Carl had already done so a few years earlier, as he was a few years older.

Carl grimaced and nodded. "Hey, tradition is tradition."

Mike laughed again. "Well, I'm just glad I'm a bachelor, and never have to
go through all this."

Carl nodded. "Have a camping trip planned, on the old camping land the
family owns for the whole summer."

"Well, I suppose that if you're gonna be fucked in the ass over and over, a
nice view is a must." Mike said.

Carl got serious. "Then my boss tells me he needs me in Europe to close out
some big deals all summer. No way I can get out of it."

Mike shook his head in sympathy. "Wow, yeah the boys are gonna be upset.
Your pulling out on them. Guess you are gonna have to delay it til next
year when they are home from college then huh?"

Carl shook his head too. "Nope, they are still getting a bitch for summer."

Mike tilted his head, confused. "How are you gonna manage that?"

"Simple, you're taking my place." Carl said, sipping his beer.

Mike went silent in shock and then threw back his head and laughed. "What
makes you think I'd do that?" he laughed.

Carl was dead serious as he replied. "Because a few years ago I bailed you
out pretty hard. Forty thousand dollars is a lot of money Mike. And you
said that if in future, I ever needed a favour, anything at all, I just had
to ask. Well I'm calling my chip in."

Mike gaped at his brother. "What!"

"You heard me. Instead of ME being the Twins' bitch, it's gonna be you.
That is, unless you want to explain to the rest of the family why you are
breaking your word?" Carl said with menace.

Mike swallowed. If the rest of the cousins and extended family found out he
had broken his word, he would be in far deeper trouble than he was in now.

"Surely there is some other favour I can do." he said, grasping at straws.

"Nope. I spoke to Dad about it. He gives his blessing. He says that if I've
got a favour to call in, I can use it, and pass tradition on to you.
Besides, he says you have been boasting that you never have to be a bitch
to the family, so this is your come-uppance." Carl said with a shit eating
grin.

Mike groaned and put his face in his hands. If their dad had agreed, there
would be no appealing the decision. His brother was right; he was going to
be a bitch.

"Is it just the summer part, or the whole thing?" Mike asked, defeated, his
shoulders slumping.

Carl chuckled. "The whole thing. My hole is safe, but yours isn't."

Mike groaned again.

"Let me get the boys, and I can tell them." Carl said, walking out and
bounding up the stairs. Mike remained in the kitchen, sipping his beer,
head spinning at the shock.

Soon, he heard the three of them come down the stairs, and they walked into
the kitchen. Carl walked in first, followed by the twins. The boys weren't
identical, but looked enough alike to clearly be brothers.

Luke was the blonde, classically handsome, with a swimmers build. Like his
brother, he stood at the same height as his father of six feet. Luke was
the louder of the two, and made friends easily with his charm.

David, however, was a football player with red hair. Although friendly and
popular, he didn't have the same easy charm as his brother, but he was
pretty cunning and listened carefully.

Carl quickly explained the situation with his work.

"Aw, but Da-aad! You promised. It's Tradition!" Luke whined.

"Yeah dad, this is pretty unfair to us." David piped in.

Carl held up his hands and chuckled. "Don't worry; I've come to an
arrangement. If you boys are up for it, instead of your dear old dad as a
bitch, you can have your favourite uncle Mike."

The twins looked over at Mike, shocked, and then grinned "DEAL!" they both
yelled.

Carl, David and Luke burst into laughter as Mike groaned.

"So do we get him now?" Luke said, taking a step towards Mike with a hungry
look. Mike took a step back.

Carl chuckled. "No, not now. As of the day after you two graduate, next
week, then he is all yours. So Mike, be here at 9am sharp next Saturday."

Mike nodded reluctantly.

David spoke with a smile. "We'd come up with a few ideas for Dad, but they
can easily be used for you instead. We have time to come up with a few more
too now."

Mike swallowed nervously.

"Oh, I've got a few suggestions for you boys too, as did Gramps. But all in
good time." Carl said, as he ushered Mike out the front door and closed it
with a thud.

Mike walked back to his truck, dazed and nervous. He had always assumed as
a bachelor he had dodged the family tradition, but now, he was taking his
brother's place. He drove home, groaning to himself along the way.



The next Saturday, Mike pulled up in his truck. He spent a few minutes
steeling himself, before grabbing his camping bags and going to the front
door and knocking. Almost immediately, the door was answered by Carl, David
and Luke, who practically pulled him inside, closing the door behind
him. The three of them stood there, grinning at him, as Mike shifted
uncomfortably from foot to foot.

"Well boys," Carl said "Congratulations on graduating. Here is your prize,
your very own bitch to do with as you like."

Mike glowered at him. "You don't have to act so fucking pleased about it."

Luke held up a finger. "Now now. We don't want our bitch using language
like that."

They all chuckled as Mike ground his teeth.

"Ok, first things first." David said. "Strip."

Mike flinched and dropped his bags. "What.... now?" he said, looking at
Carl.

"Dad was good enough to call in his massive favour to organise this, so he
gets to watch." David said, folding his arms. "Now, Strip, before we do it
for you."

Mike grunted but grabbed the hem of his shirt and with a smooth motion
pulled it over his head, exposing his developed chest and abs, with their
coating of black hair, his dog tags resting between his pecs. He tried to
ignore the three sets of eyes on him as he kicked off his shoes and pulled
of his socks. He undid his belt, pulling it out and dropping it to the
floor, then unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to the floor, stepping
out of them, showing of his muscular legs dusted with hair. He hooked his
fingers in the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down, stepping out
of them, using his hands to cover his crotch as he blushed. Though he was
proud of his body, being naked in front of the three of them was
embarrassing.

"Hands behind your head." Luke ordered. "No point in covering up."

Mike glowered as he raised his hands behind his head, feeling their eyes
rove over his naked body. Luke wolf whistled.

David reached up and pulled his hands away slightly, before lifting his dog
tags off from around his neck.

"What are you doing with those?" Mike asked.

"Don't worry; you'll still wear them, just in a different way." David
chuckled as he dropped to his knees. Mike hissed as his hand snaked out and
grabbed his balls. He squirmed slightly, but David looped the thin chain
around his balls and then around itself, releasing them. The loop tightened
gently around his heavy bull nuts, and he felt the dog tags hitting against
his thighs, just above his knees.

"From now on, this is where you wear them, unless you are on base. Clear?"
David said.

Mike nodded, grimacing. Suddenly, a sharp crack sounded and Mike's eyes
widened as a flare of pain blossomed on his buttock. He turned his head,
and saw Luke with his hand raised, ready to spank him again.

"It's "Yes, sir" from now on when we ask you a question, bitch. Got it."
Luke said menacingly.

Mike nodded again, and Luke raised his hand further, as Mike caught on and
blurted out a hasty "Yes, Sir!"

The three of them chuckled as Luke reached into a bag. "We decided that
from now on, you don't get to wear regular clothes when around us
anymore. So say hello to your new bitch uniform." He said, pulling it out
of the bag.

Mike's eyes widened. In his hand, was a very, very short, brief skirt, pink
with lace edging. The three of them laughed at his face. Luke squatted down
and forcibly lifted Mike's feet into the skirt, and pulled it up his calves
and his thighs, before snapping the elastic into place around his hips.
Mike saw how brief the skirt really was, as it actually only just covered
his pubes, his cock and balls still on display, and only the top few inches
of his ass covered.

"Ooooh am I so glad I'm not their bitch." Carl said, before bursting into
laughter, as the three of them walked into the kitchen, indicating that
Mike was to follow them. With each step, his dog tags swung, hitting his
legs at random points, clinking.

"It's like a cat with a bell." Luke laughed.

On the way, mike caught himself in the hall mirror. Strangely, the tiny
skirt made him feel more naked, as it only accentuated his body and hid
absolutely nothing. As he entered the kitchen, he saw that breakfast was
laid out on the table, and that they were all sitting down. He took the
empty seat, tucking his dangling dog tags beneath him as he sat.

"So what time is your flight dad?" Luke asked.

"Not until late this evening." Carl replied.

"Geez, your boss is a real slave driver." David said.

"Yeah, but in fairness, I guess I'm lucky he is. If he wasn't so insistent,
I would have had no reason to have passed my bitching to Mike. Gramps would
have never allowed it unless I REALLY couldn't make it over the summer."

Mike groaned and put his face in his hands. "I can't believe this is
happening." he said.

"Believe it, bitch." David said. "I mean, no offense Dad, your hot and all,
but uncle mike being our bitch is hotter. Bigger they are and all that."

"Yeah, plus you would have probably been to compliant. Mike here is hating
this, which is fun." Luke added.

"Yep. By the way, Uncle Mike. Hope you don't enjoy doing much on Saturdays.
From now on, as far as your concerned, they are renamed "Bitch-day", since
from first thing in the morning til Sunday morning, you are going to be
here, as our bitch. Once we are done camping for 9 weeks, that is." David
chuckled.

"Oh fuck, really? God when I had your gramps, I pounded him once or twice a
month tops." Mike whined.

"That's your own fault." Luke laughed. "Oh yeah, and your bitch costume is
for your house too. Whether we are there or not. And you need to get two
more keys cut. So we can use your mouth or cunt whenever we feel like it."

Hearing how he was going to be sexually servicing them in such a matter of
fact way made Mike squirm, both from embarrassment, but also because it was
making him warm, and he could feel his cock plumping.

"Speaking of which, let's have a look at that cunt." David said. David and
Luke pulled him up to standing and roughly forced his chest down onto the
table, kicking his legs wider. Mike burned red in humiliation, and looked
up to see his brother Carl smirking at him smugly. He wanted to wring his
neck.

"Hard to see it. Pull your cheeks apart bitch." Luke ordered.

Mike grunted and reached back, pulling his cheeks apart slightly.

"Spread them hard, bitch, unless you feel like finding out what happens
when you're bad." David barked.

Mike wrenched his cheeks apart, and blushed furiously as they began to
discuss his hole.

"Looks tight but inviting." Luke said.

"Bet that's gonna feel real good wrapped around our cocks." David
agreed. "But let's check anyway."

David's finger reached down to the plate holding the bacon and swirled in
the bacon grease, before slipping back out of view. Suddenly, a slightly
greasy finger rammed up inside him roughly. Mike howled, releasing his butt
and trying to lever up off the table, legs kicking. Both Luke and David
managed to hold him down, until he calmed slightly. They pulled his hands
back to his butt, and Mike whimpered as he pulled his cheeks apart
again. Throughout it all, David's finger had remained deep inside him.

"Geez, if that's what he's like with a finger he's going to scream until
he's hoarse with a cock rammed in." David asked.

Luke swirled his finger in the grease. "Let me feel." he said. Mike felt
the finger withdraw, only to quickly be replaced by another just as
roughly. Though he still cried out, he managed to keep position. He had
never felt more humiliated in his life, especially with his brother looking
at him and chuckling as it all happened.

"Remember to find the prostate." Carl said.

Mike glowered. "Stop giving them ideas you -ooooooh!" Mike started, before
his eyes widened and his body shivered. Luke had quickly zeroed in on a
spot in his ass, and was fingering it madly. Mike's eyes rolled back and he
gave a loud moan at the unexpected anal pleasure.

"I taught them a few things. Even though I'm not their bitch, I let them
use me for a bit of practice last night. You're really in for it bro." Carl
chuckled.

Mike arched his back and grunted softly as Luke roughly massaged his
prostate, before pulling out. Involuntarily, Mike arched his butt up, as
David punched his finger back in and rapidly found and stimulated his
prostate.

"Like that bitch?" Luke asked.

Mike desperately wanted to storm out. He wanted to tell them he hated it,
and he was no-one's bitch. But all he could do was groan as David's finger
drew circles deep in his gut on his button.

Carl stood up and left the room smirking, and over the next few minutes,
the finger in his ass changed a few times, so that he lost track of who was
even punching on his prostate anymore. Mike was simply lost to the
sensation. Soon, Carl returned carrying a laptop, which he placed on the
table and turned the screen towards Mike. An older man, in his sixties,
still handsome, smirked from the screen.

"How's it going, son?" He asked sarcastically.

Mike groaned. "Hi Dad." he managed to grunt. Thanks to technology, his own
father, who he had forced into bitch servitude many years ago, was able to
witness his humiliation.

"Well, Luke and David, congratulations on graduation. I hope you enjoy your
bitch." Gramps said with a smile.

"Oh yeah Gramps, he's gonna be fun to play with." Luke laughed.

"And thanks for all the ideas for what to do with him." David laughed too.

"Well, that's not the only gift I got for you. Carl, give it to them."
Gramps said.

Carl lifted a bag onto the table and opened it. Inside was a heavy duty
looking camera with a few accessories.

"Happy Graduation." Gramps said. "It's top of the line. It takes photos AND
movies, and has plenty of storage space. Plus I got you plenty of memory
cards too. It's waterproof, and the charger comes with a solar attachment,
so the battery can be charged anywhere, and I got you 4 extra batteries
anyway, which last for hours each. I thought you might want to record some
of your little adventures, maybe even make a little highlight clip for the
next big family reunion, now that your old enough for the Man room."

Luke and David began to look over the camera, chattering excitedly with
Carl. Mike looked at the laptop with a murderous glare, but Gramps just
smiled.

"I remember the things you did to me, Mike. Payback is a bitch, just like
you are now." Gramps said, turning off his laptop, the screen going dark.

Mike propped himself up on his forearms, still bent over the table. He
looked over with trepidation as the twins looked over the camera. The
camera, should the twins use it, could record the most debasing and
humiliating things he would no doubt be forced to go through. And from the
sounds of it, this would be shown at the next family reunion with all the
cousins and distant relations that still held to the tradition. Every male
Palmer over 18 would be able to see it.

"Hey Dad, can you take a couple photos of us with our bitch?" David asked.

"Sure can." Carl said helpfully.

As mike was pulled into standing position, there was a moment of silence,
and then the three of them burst out laughing, pointing at Mike's
crotch. Mike hung his head and blushed, his erection standing out at its
full 7 inches. Mike hated being fully aroused and on display like that.

"Oh my god, this is tooooo funny!" Luke laughed.

"Seriously, you are that tall, but that's all you got downstairs?" Mike
asked, laughing with surprise.

Mike knit his brow in confusion. "What are you talking about, it's a decent
size."

"Um, not for this family, it isn't." Mike said chuckling. "I easily beat
you there, and the boys, well they beat the pants off me hands down when it
comes to cock."

Mike's jaw dropped, and his blush went a crimson shade of red. He was
taller than each of them by five inches, but when it came down to it, he
had the smallest cock in the room.

"Dad always joked that you had a small dick, but I thought he was just
trying to make me feel better about mine. Guess he was right." Carl
continued. "From the sounds of it, you might have the smallest one on
record for a Palmer."

Mike wanted to crawl into a hole and die. He had never felt self-conscious
about his cock before, but apparently even his dad admitted it was small
for a Palmer. Now that his secret was out, he was sure he would never hear
the end of it. Cousins he had always been cocky with before would know that
where it mattered, he didn't compete.

David walked over, and Mike hissed in a breath as his fingers wrapped
around his shaft and squeezed gently. "Aw don't feel too bad Uncle Mike. I
think it's kinda cute. I mean, it's just like a real cock, just smaller."

The other two laughed as Mike ground his teeth together, unable to make eye
contact with any of their laughing faces. Luke also came over, as David
released his cock, and they draped one of his arms over each of their
shoulders.

"I think this is a good pose." Luke said, reaching up and grabbing Mike's
nipple.

"Yeah." said David, grabbing the other.

Carl counted down from 3, and just as the flash went, both boys pinched
down on Mike's sensitive nubs hard. Mike's eyes went wide and his mouth
formed an "O" of surprise as he heard the shutter go off. Carl came over to
show the photo. Mike was fully on display, his hard cock completely
unobscured by his tiny skirt, dog tags dangling from his balls, and the
look of shock on his face contrasted with the confident smiles of his
nephews. Mike groaned.

Over the next fifteen minutes, the boys had him pose in a variety of shots
that Carl happily shot: A similar shot, with him on his knees this time. A
shot of his bare rump facing the camera instead, the boys grabbing his
buns. One with him on all fours, trembling in strain as the boys sat
astride his back. A series of shots where the boys took turns fingering
him, from various angles. Eventually Carl put the camera down.

"Gramps isn't the only one with a graduation gift, I got you something
too." He said, placing a twin set of pouches on the table.

"Oh cool, I mean, you already gave us that big bag of kinky toys, but
cool." Luke said.

The boys opened their pouches and both drew out clear Lexan plastic
paddles. Mike went rigid, colour draining from his face.

"Oh look, they are engraved. "Uncle Mike is my bitch, and he needs a hard
spanking". Hey, that's pretty true." David said, setting off a fresh wave
of laughter from the three of them.

Mike was nervous. Before he turned 18, he had been on the receiving end of
many a paddling from his own father, and remembered the pain and
humiliation well. He had given his father a little payback of course, but
it had never occurred to him that his nephews would have the right to
paddle him as they saw fit. Mike clenched his ass cheeks involuntarily as
he thought of it. Carl was looking at him with a superior smirk again. Mike
new his father and brother had conspired to ensure that the twins REALLY
made him into a bitch, and with trepidation he wondered what other ideas
they had given the boys.

To be continued.....