Date: Thu, 2 Nov 2000 07:51:58 -0700
From: Richard Phelps <dickie.6845@worldnet.att.net>
Subject: Nasty Games:  Billy's New Family

Author's Note:  This is a true story based in fiction.  It is about
fictional people doing fictional things in a fictional place during a
fictional time.  But it is a true story.
Dickie


 It was Sunday afternoon, Billy's first day at his new home, he had never
been on a farm before and now he was going to live on one.  His new parents,
John and Sally Peters, were real nice to Billy and they seemed really happy
to have a little boy for their own.  At first Billy didn't know what to call
his new parents, calling them mom and dad did not feel right, so Mr. Peters
said that he could call them Ma and Pa just like his two sons had when they
were little and living at home.

 The first thing that they did was to show Billy his new bedroom, he had
never had a bedroom on the second floor nor had he ever had one so big.
While Ma was cooking dinner, Billy's new Pa took the eight-year old little
boy around the farm to show him all of his new home.

 Billy really liked his new Pa, he was huge and friendly, and he kept
picking Billy up and carrying him around.  At one point Billy's new Pa had
put Billy onto a tractor and they took a ride across one of his fields to a
small pond that was surrounded by tall grass, there they parked for a
moment. The pond was fed by a small stream called Preacher's Creek that ran
across the Peters farm the tall grass that surrounded the pond was at least
eight feet high and gave a person a sense of privacy.

 John had sat Billy on his lap as they looked over the pond.  Billy and John
were still wearing their Sunday clothes, both wore white cotton shirts; John
wore dark slacks and shinny cowboy boots, Billy wore a pair of dark tight
fitting shorts and shinny shoes.  John could not help but to rub the seat of
the tight shorts, it felt as if the boy was wearing nothing at all. The boy'
s firm little cheeks fit nicely into the palms of his hands, the seam of the
shorts rode up the butt crack and the legs hung tight to Billy's legs.
Billy sat on the man's leg, with his full rump hanging over the side;
leaning into the man's enormous chest while his new Pa rubbed his bottom.

 Everything was quiet, until John asked.  "Would you like to go swimming?"

 "Where?"  Billy asked.  He had only gone swimming before in a swimming
pool, the thought of swimming in an opened pond never occurred to him.

 John smiled as he pointed out to his pond.  "Right here."  The man pulled
his arm back as he continued to hug the small boy.  "When my boys were
little, we used to swim here all the time."

 There was a band-aid rapped around his new Pa's forearm, Billy began to
trace the cloth with his finger as he held the man's arm close to his chest.
"Where are they now?"  Billy squeaked.

 "Oh, they're all grown up now, building their own lives."  John answered as
he looked over the pond remembering all the good times that they had.  "If
fact, I'm going to be a grandpa pretty soon.  My eldest son is going to have
a baby by this fall."

 "Really?"  Billy asked while looking into the man's face with some
confusion.  "You don't look like a grandpa."

 John laughed.  "Well, thank you."  He hugged the boy.  "Well would you like
to go for a swim?"

 Billy smiled.  "Yeah!  Let's go get our bathing suits."

 "We don't need swim suits here son.  We'll just skinny dip like I used to
with my boys."

 "What's skinny dip?"

 "That's where we just swim naked."

 "You mean out here?" Billy asked with a somewhat embarrassing look of shock
on his face.  "What if somebody sees us?"

 John stood Billy up and began to unbutton his own shirt.  "Well then I
guess we'll just have to give them something to look at.  Won't we?"

 "Okay!"  Cheerfully Billy undressed and soon both were in the pond playing.
After about an hour both father and son found themselves completely
exhausted, they went back up on the dirt bank and lay down.  Billy placed
himself on top of his new father; face down resting his head on the man's
chest.  John let his left hand run down to Billy's bare flank and cup one of
the boy's cheeks in the palm of his hand, while his other hand was
supporting his head as he laid back.

 Billy moved his small hand to the large arm just above his head and traced
the large muscles with his tiny fingers. "Mister Peters?"

 Smack!

 Billy received a playful swat to his rear. "What did you call me?"  John
asked with a sly grin.

 Billy smiled. "I mean Pa."

 "That's better." John brought his hand back down to the boy's rump and
patted it.

 "Pa?" Billy asked while still tracing the large muscles of his new father's
arm.  "If I did something bad.?"  The small boy squeaked.  "Would you spank
me?"  He looked up to his father's eyes.  Billy had been spanked by an old
woman, a couple of boys and of course Principal Jenkins, but looking at the
large muscles of his new father made Billy wonder how hard this man could
hit.

 John couldn't help but to smile at the small boy, he looked down at the top
of Billy's head.  "Why would you ask me such a question, you little
munchkin."

 Billy turned his head to look up at his father's face while resting his
chin in the palms of his small hands and his elbows on his Pa's chest.
"Well.Aunt Mable always spanked me with a hair brush!" The small boy
explained.

 John was smiling from ear to ear, he could remember when he was Billy's age
and Mable Grump was his schoolteacher, she used the same hairbrush on his
butt.  "Did it hurt?"

 Billy's eyes rolled at the silly question.  "Yes!"

 John laughed.

Billy lifted his eyes and looked up as if remembering something else.
"And.Principal Jenkins spanked me with a paddle.and that really hurt a lot!"
Billy explained with over exaggerated wide eyes.

"You got a paddling at school?"  John asked with mocked shock.  "What did
you do?"

Billy could see that his Pa wasn't mad about this; heck the man's smile
couldn't get any bigger.  The boy began to blush as he traced little circles
in the man's hairy chest.  "I sort of.threw a mud pie.at.Lacey."  Timidly
Billy looked up to see if his Pa was mad at him or not.

In mocked disbelief John widened his eyes and opened his mouth.  "You hit
that sweat little girl with a mud pie?"

Blushing and trying to suppress a smile, Billy looked back down at his
father's chest.  "No!  I missed her!"

Now in mock confusion John asked.  "You got paddled for missing her?" Then
teasingly John told Billy: "That's not fair!"

Billy knew his Pa was teasing him and broke down laughing, the boy punched
John's shoulder.  "Stop it!"

The two laughed a little longer then John asked.  "So why did you get
paddled at school?"

Billy looked into his Pa's eyes and then pointed a finger at him.  "Alright
I'll tell.but.you got to promise not to get mad!"  Billy demanded.  "And you
can't spank me, I already got spanked for it!" Billy brought his hand back
to rub his fanny as he remembered the paddling he had received for his
crime.

John smiled.  "Alright I promise.  Since you already got spanked, I won't
get mad or spank you again."

Looking into the man's eyes Billy was wondering if he could trust his new Pa
but he soon decided to.  "Alright then.I missed Lacey.and I sort of.hit.Mrs.
Edwards."  The little boy squeaked as he finished his confession.

Now John was really in shock.  "You hit the witch?"

Billy curled up into a ball with the giggles.  "Yes!"

"Way to go Billy!"  John laughed out load.

"You're not mad?"  Billy laughed.  "Its okay to hit the witch?"  Billy knew
it was wrong to call her a witch but he just heard his Pa say it, so it must
be okay here.

"Hey!"  John raised his head to look at Billy.  "You shouldn't call her
that."

"But you just did?"

"Well then I shouldn't have and you shouldn't either!"  John stated as he
realized his sip of the tongue.  For as far back as he could remember he had
hated that wrinkled old crow.

Billy had slid off of John in his fit of laughter and was sitting on his
knees looking down at his new Pa.  "Okay.  I'm sorry."  The little boy
looked down at the man's chest and stomach and lightly traced his tiny
fingers along the man's muscles.  "You're so big." The boy whispered more to
himself than to his Pa.

John couldn't take his eyes away from Billy's innocent face as the boy was
running his fingers down his torso.  "So the paddling hurt at school, huh?"
He brought his hand up and ran his finger down one of Billy's cheeks.

Billy titled his face to meet his Pa's finger and then he only nodded his
head while engrossed in feeling his way down the man's body.

"Was it worth it?"  John asked.

Without looking up Billy slowly began to grow a mischievous smile, he turned
his head and saw his Pa was smiling too.  Billy wasn't so sure he wanted to
tell his Pa that it was worth a spanking to hit that old woman with the mud.
Soon they both started to chuckle.  "Do I have to answer that?"

"No."  John laughed then he laid his head back down and closed his eyes,
both of his hands were behind his head for support, he laid there totally
relaxing as Billy continued to trace the man's large muscles.

Billy had never seen anyone so big before he lightly moved his tiny finger
along his new Pa's muscles moving lower and lower.  When Billy made it to
his Pa's erect organ he stopped and looked up to his Pa's face, the man's
eyes were still closed; he traced a finger along the penis.  Never had Billy
ever seen an organ so large before, it amazed the small boy.

John felt the boy's finger on his cock and became even more aroused as a
shiver ran across his body.  John never talked a child into sex, but Sally
and John felt that it was all right to have sex with children so long as it
was the child that instigated it.  Not wanting to discourage Billy, John lay
still and allowed the boy to explore his body with those tiny fingers.

 "You got a big one!"  Billy whispered to himself again.

 John brought one of his hands down and rested it on the back of Billy's
neck.  "Have you seen others?"

 Billy tried to grip the large organ with both of his hands; they could
barely cover the thing. Billy nodded yes.  "Yes sir."  Billy moved his tiny
hands up and down the large muscle.

 Continuing to massage Billy's neck and shoulder, John asked somewhat
concerned. "Have you ever done anything with them?"

 Billy nodded his head. "Yes sir."  Without even thinking Billy continued.
"Sometimes I stick it in my mouth and suck on it and this really salty stuff
comes out.  They call that stuff 'Boy Milk' and it's supposed to make me
grow up big and strong."  Then Billy stopped jerking his Pa's organ and bit
his lower lip as he asked his Pa.  "I bet you drank a whole lot of 'Boy Milk
' when you were little.  Huh?"

 John gave a small laugh.  "Yeah?  Why do you think I drank a whole lot when
I was a boy?"

 Billy's eyes widened.  "Look how big you are!  I want to be as big as you."
Then the boy went back to playing with his Pa's organ.

 John laughed some more as he brought his hand back down to rest his head
in.  "You don't have to drink 'Boy Milk' to grow up big a strong, just eat
your Ma's cooking and with hard work you'll get big and strong."

 Billy shrugged his small shoulders.  "Well, whenever I do it, it makes
other people feel good and I like to do it too."  Billy pulled the organ
straight up and looked down onto the crown and the piss slit. "I like the
way it tastes too."  There was a little pre-cum on the tip of John's crown,
Billy leaned over and licked it off.

 John watched as the small boy licked his crown, he brought his hand back
down and rested it onto the boy's head.

 Billy looked up at his Pa's face.  "May I drink your milk, Pa?"

 John smiled.  "You may.  But only if you want to."

 Billy laid himself belly down onto John's legs as he gripped the organ, the
small boy brought his face up to the base of the cock and started to lick
his new Pa's ball sack.  With his little tongue flatten out Billy lapped
away at the two big nuts that hung inside of his father's sack.

 John's whole body shook with the sensation as the small boy's moist tongue
coated his scrotum. The man could feel the weight of the small boy on his
legs move about as the boy squirmed.  With his eyes closed he began to
relive his tender moments with his sons many years ago.  It had been almost
eight years since he had a boy service him; he had almost forgotten what it
was like.  The tiny fingers as they would timidly touch him, the sense of
power that only came from having a small boy servicing a man's body.

 Billy nozzle his face into the thick hair that surrounded John's organ and
pressed the hot piece of man-meat against his cheek.  The organ ran along
the skin of Billy's face past the top of Billy's head, the small boy stuck
his tongue out and in a long motion traveled up the long shaft to the crown.
The boy moved his face around and did the same thing to the organ on the
other side back down to the cock's base.  Billy was dizzy from the musky
smell of his Pa's cock, the heat that the thing generated and the feel of
the hard muscle.

 With one of John's hands still resting on top of Billy's small head the man
began to move his hips in response to Billy's lustful attentions.  "That's a
good boy Billy."  John moaned.

 Billy had brought his face back to the crown of John's 12-inch monster and
there he began to lap his small tongue at the tip. Occasionally the boy
would slap his face with the large slab of meat then he would rub the cock
from one cheek and back to the other with his small tongue out licking it
up.  Finally Billy slipped as much of the head of John's cock into his small
mouth.

 John's whole body tensed up when he felt the warmth of the boy's mouth as
it tried to consume his organ.  "Yes!"  John whispered loudly.

 The crown was so large that by its self it filled Billy's mouth and the boy
could only get another two-inches of the man's meat inside of him.  The
little eight-year old boy forced his own head down trying to force as much
of his Pa's cock inside of his mouth as he could.  The crown touched the
back of the boy's throat and Billy gagged for a second and then he backed
the organ out a little so he could breath.

 John had brought down his other hand and rested both of his hands on top of
the boy's head.  Slowly at first the man began to hump his hips pushing the
cock into the boy's mouth as he groaned.  "That's a good little boy."  He
purred.

 Billy felt his Pa push his organ into his mouth and soon the boy felt the
rhythm his Pa was setting.  Billy stopped forcing the cock deeper into his
mouth and let his Pa do the work.  Laying perfectly still the boy allowed
his father to slowly face fuck him, moving his small tongue back and fourth
as the pre-cum continued to seep out of his Pa's cock.

 Within a minute John's cock erupted sending his seamen into Billy's mouth
and down the boy's throat.

 Billy had grabbed John's legs and held himself steady as the 'Man's Milk'
came flooding his small mouth.  The eight-year old boy swallowed as fast as
he could, for him this was the best part.

 When John's spasms had finally past he removed his hands from the back of
Billy's head and watched as the boy continued to lap away at his cock.  When
Billy had finished cleaning his Pa's cock the small boy crawled his way up
John large body and laid himself face down on the man's chest.  Nudging his
small head just below John's chin the boy closed his eyes to rest.

 "Was that good, Pa?"  Billy squeaked.

 John smiled to himself and brought one hand to the back of his head for
support and his other down to cup one of Billy's butt cheeks.  "That was
real good, Billy."  He patted the little bottom.  "You done your Pa proud."

 Sally was just finishing supper when she saw the tractor returning from the
pond, Billy was sitting in his Pa's lap driving it.  She was so happy to
have a little boy again to take care of and she could see that John had
brightened up a bit too.  As she finished setting the table the new father
and son came into the house all smiles.  In one look Sally could tell that
they had been swimming in the pond, their hair was a mess and their clothes
were a bit messed up as well.

 "We're home!"  John called out as he walked up to his wife and kissed her
on the cheek.

 Sally looked down at Billy, who was standing by the doorway of the kitchen
watching them.  "Well, aren't you going to give me a kiss and a hug too,
young man!"  She playfully demanded with her hands on her hips.

 "You better do it boy!"  John said with one arm around Sally waist.  "We
haven't eaten yet and it's best to keep the cook happy."

     Billy grew a smile that reached from one ear to the other as he walked
up and hugged the waist of his new Ma; he looked up and stood on his tiptoes
to reach up and kiss her.

 Sally bent down to make it easier for him; she patted his butt and stood
back up again. "Well, I can see you two went swimming in the pond." She
stated as she rustled Billy's brown hair.  "You two had better wash up for
dinner and sit yourselves down, we have company coming over tonight."

 John kicked a small footstool in front of the sink so Billy could stand on
it and wash his hands with John.  "Company?  Who's coming over?"

 Sally had just set the last plate onto the table.  "Little Lacey Thomson
had a nightmare last night so Tom and Helen want to bring the little thing
out here to pick out a teddy bear for her."

 John laughed. "I'm sure you mean Helen wants to bring her out here.  I know
how Tom feels about your teddy bears."  John tossed Billy a towel to dry his
hands with.

 "Now John!"  Sally warned.

 John walked over and gave his wife another kiss on the cheek. "And what the
hells up with all these nightmares anyway?"  He asked as he sat himself down
at the head of the table.  "I had a nightmare last night, Billy had one and
now little Lacey says she had one; there must be something in the water."

 Billy had just sat down somewhat confused, a confusion that was obviously
showing on his face.  "You got teddy bears?" He asked his Ma.

 John had just stuffed a napkin into his shirt.  "Yep!"  He reached over and
started to do the same for Billy.  "Your Ma makes teddy bears."  Finished
with Billy, John sat back up and the new family joined hands to say a prayer
over their supper.

 After grace the little boy was full of questions.  "You make teddy bears?"
He asked his Ma.

 Dishing a plate up for Billy, Sally answered him. "Yes I do."  She handed
him his plate.  "My great grandmother taught me how to make special teddy
bears that would keep the nightmares away.  Your Pa even had one when he was
your age."

 In absolute shock Billy's eyes widened as he looked at his Pa, who was
chewing on a piece of chicken.  "You had a teddy bear?"  Billy could not
fathom this giant sleeping with a stuffed toy like a teddy bear.

 With one eye on his chicken and the other on Billy, John swallowed.  "Yep!"

 Sally smiled as she remembered the name John gave his teddy bear so many
years ago.  "What was it you named that thing again dear?"  She teased.

 "Mister Snuggles."  John blushed.

 Billy kicked back in a fit of laughter, he lowered his head and slapped the
table in his fit, when he looked back up his eyes were watering up.  "Mister
Snuggles?"  He cried out and started to kick and laugh some more.

 Sally and John both were laughing with Billy it had been a long time since
there was so much commotion at the dinner table in their home and they loved
it.  "Hey!"  John spoke in his own defense.  "Mister Snuggles was one mean
bear." John stated while pointing a fork at Billy.  "I may not remember all
of my nightmares but I do remember my last one when Mister Snuggles saved
me!"

 "Whachew ave nigtmares aboot?"  Billy asked with a mouth full of mashed
potatoes.

 "Billy!"  Sally snapped.  "Don't speak with your mouth full!"

 "Yeath!"  John mimicked the boy with his own mouth full.

 Sally just lowered her head and shook it.  "God!  Now I have two boys to
make behave."  She moaned.

 Swallowing hard Billy cleared his mouth.  "I said, what was your nightmares
about?"

 Clearing his mouth with a drink of milk, John answered.  "I'm not quite
sure, I seem to remember a big plant thing like a vine and I was always
getting tangled up in it.  When I would wake up in the morning I would
always be tangled up in my bed sheets I wouldn't be unable to move I were so
tied up."  John chuckled to himself as he remembered his past. "Heck my Ma
had to come in and untie me sometimes.  Then your Ma's great-grandmother
made me a teddy bear to fight off my nightmares and then one night I had
another one.  I was all tangled up in the plant and I couldn't breath then I
saw Mister Snuggles coming in after me. Well after that I almost never had a
nightmare again, except for last night and I don't remember thing about that
one except it had to do with a big bee or hornet. What was yours about?"

 Billy sat there thinking for second, looking up at the ceiling as if his
memory were hanging over his head.  "I don't remember much.I remember there
were ghosts.and.a dog.and a nurse.I think.and they were chasing me down a
long hallway."

 "I wonder what Lacey's nightmare was about?"  John asked looking at Sally.
"Maybe it was about little boys throwing mud at her." John slyly shifted his
eyes to look at Billy's response, which was priceless.

 In utter shock of possible betrayal Billy froze in mid scoop of mash
potatoes and looked back and fourth from his Pa to his Ma.

 Being a mother Sally didn't miss the eye contact between to two males at
the table.  "What's that supposed mean?"  She asked John while looking
straight into Billy's eyes.

 "Well I suppose you should know this."  John started

 Billy's little chest was pounding as he felt for sure his Ma would be the
one to get upset by what he did on Friday.

 "Your little Billy got a paddling at school Friday for throwing mud pies at
Lacey."

 Sally's mouth dropped open as only a mother's can when they're in shock
over misbehaviors.  "You got a paddling for hitting that sweet little thing
with mud?"

 Swallowing some more chicken, John clarified.  "No.  Little Billy was
spanked for not hitting her with a mud pie."

 Now Sally was really confused.  "What?"

 Trying his best to contain his laughter John continued.  "Billy missed
Lacey and hit someone else."

 Sally was getting a little upset by this guessing game.  "WHO?"  She
brought her eyes back down to Billy.

 Looking down at the table in fear the little boy timidly looked up at his
new Ma and answered her.  "I hit Mrs. Edwards with the mud."  Billy
whispered.

 Sally's mouth hung opened as she looked from Billy to John, then without a
word she stood up and marched around the table to Billy.  John thought she
was moving around the table to slap the boy and he was about to say
something to stop her when she bent down to the cowering child and kissed
his cheek.  She then walked back to her chair and sat back down as if
nothing had just happened.  Then pointing a fork at Billy Sally laid down
the law.  "Billy if you ever show any disrespect towards that lady in anyway
I will spank your butt raw."

 Rubbing the cheek his new Ma just kissed in complete confusion Billy
answered with the only answer that came to his mind.  "Yes ma'am?"  The boy
then looked at his Pa and was about to ask what just happened when his Pa
interrupted the boy.

 "Don't ask."  John stated while pointing a chicken leg at the boy.  "Just
let sleeping dogs lie boy, just let it lie."

 For the rest of supper Billy ate in silence trying to figure out what the
kiss meant and why his Ma seemed happy that he hit Mrs. Edwards with a mud
pie but then warned him to be nice to her.  "Grownups! Go figure!" The
little boy muttered to himself.

 Later that evening the Thomson family came by to pick out a teddy bear for
little Lacey.  Tom Thomson felt it was a waste of time to drive all the way
to John's farm for a stuffed doll when his daughter already had hundreds of
them.

But Sally's family had lived in these parts for generations and they had a
reputation for making silly little charms and such for people.  These charms
ranged from good luck charms to love charms, and people from all over
Oklahoma came to visit Sally's mother and grandmother and to buy these
trinkets.  Sally's specialty was the making of a totem doll to ward off
daemons; her great grandmother taught her this, when Sally was just a child.
Her great grandmother felt that daemons were the ones who brought nightmares
to children to torment their innocent souls.

Leading the way upstairs Sally took everybody to the attic where she had
converted the room into a sewing room of sorts.  As they all entered the
room little Billy's eyes widened at what he saw, along all the walls were
shelves and on the shelves were lined teddy bears of all shapes, sizes and
colors.  The room had piles of fabric and ribbons, a sewing machine sat by
the one and only window and a small desk was set up against a far wall with
all kinds of patterns as such.  For being an attic the whole room was well
lit and was full of bright cheerful colors.

Sally sat down at her desk and called Lacey to come to her, the little
eight-year old girl came to stand beside Sally.  Resting a hand onto the
seat of the little girl's dress Sally pulled the girl to her.  "Now Lacey,
you have to look around the room and find a teddy bear that's right for
 you."  Lacey was paying very close attention.  "You have to find a teddy
bear that will be your friend and that you can trust to be there for you."
Sally spoke to the small child in a tender voice.

Tom was standing by the door; drinking a beer John had given him when they
first came into the house, rolling his eyes at what Sally was saying.  "Give
me a break!"  He muttered.

John was standing beside Tom with his hands resting on top of Billy's
shoulders, smiling to himself at Tom's muttering.

Little Lacey slowly walked around the room examining each and every teddy
bear there was, until finally she chose one.  She picked up a white teddy
bear with a pink ribbon tied to one of its ears.  "May I have this one?"

Sally smiled.  "Of course you may.  Now bring it to me."

Lacey gave Sally the soft doll and then stood beside Sally as she took a
pair of scissors and began to cut along a seam in the chest of the doll to
open it up.  Sally then cut a button from the collar of Lacey's dress and
then she reached up to Helen and took a button from her as well.  Looking
back at Tom she asked for a button from him as well.

"What?  I'm not tearing a button off my shirt for a hokeass pokeass doll!"
Tom barked.

Helen walked up to him and plucked a button off of his shirt right from the
center of where his ever-growing gut was.  "It was about to pop off anyway!"
Helen snapped as she waved the now free button in Tom's face.

"Hey!"  Tom growled then looked to John hoping for some support from this
attack.

John waved his hand at Tom.  "Don't look at me buddy.  I got to live here."

Sally took all three buttons and laid them onto a piece of cloth, and then
she took the scissors and cut a small lock of hair from Lacey and Helen, she
let Helen get a lock of hair from Tom's head.  She then tied the hair
together with the buttons in the center the items were then bounded in the
cloth and then re-sewed into the teddy bear's chest.  Sally gave Lacey the
teddy bear and told her to hold it close to her chest and then the little
girl had to recite 'The Lord's Prayer' and then ask for the teddy bear's
protection.

Turning Lacey to look at her.  "Alright now then, we have just one more
thing to do here."  Sally stated.

"What? Cut a chicken's head off!"  Tom complained.

"Shut up already Tom!  This is for our little baby!"  Helen barked.

John leaned over to Tom a whispered. "We don't do the chicken thing anymore,
we're running low on chickens."  He joked.

Looking up from Lacey, Sally gave John a disapproving stare.  "You know what
honey."

"Yes dear."  John sang back at his wife with overly innocent eyes.

"I know where you sleep."  She warned him.

Quickly lowering his head in mock shame.  "Yes ma'am." He answered her in a
squeaky little boy's voice.  "I'm sorry ma'am.  I'll be good ma'am."

This small exchange gave Billy and Tom something to chuckle about.

"What do I have to do now?"  Lacey asked.

"You have to give it a name honey, so it will come when you call it in your
dreams. Now then you have to hold your bear up and look into its eyes and
say the first name that comes into your head."  Sally advised.

Holding the stuffed doll up and gazing into the two-shinny button eyes,
Lacey peered into the doll's face and then the little girl smiled as she
thought of the name and shouted it out. "ITS SMUFFY SMUFF!"

Before Billy had a chance to bust out laughing his Pa quickly, as if reading
the boy's mind, clamped a hand over the boy's mouth.  "Why that's a great
name sweetheart!" John spoke up first.

Billy swung his head around to look at his Pa in disbelief, with John's hand
still tightly secured over his mouth Billy couldn't say a thing.  The little
boy felt Smuffy Smuff had to be the lamest name since Mister Snuggles for a
teddy bear.

Tom rolled his eyes again at all the silliness he was being forced to
endure.  "Yeah great.  Smuffy Smuff it is!"  He stated with no hidden
sarcasm, then pointing to his watch and looking at his wife.  "We have to
go."

"What do you think Billy?"  Lacey asked while holding the teddy bear to her
breast.  "Do you like the name?"

With his hand still clamped on Billy's mouth John answered for him.  "Why of
course he likes it sweetheart."  John was forcing the boy to nod his head,
even though the boy was trying his best to shake it.

Lacey looked a little hurt.  "No.  I mean really.  Do you like it?"  She
asked again.

Billy stopped fighting his Pa as he looked into Lacey's eyes, Lacey's
pleading for mercy eyes.  Whether Billy wanted to admit it or not, he did
like Lacey in a small way and he really hated to hurt people.  Slowly
pulling his Pa's hand away from his mouth, Billy swallowed hard so he could
speak clearly.  "Well.Yeah!"  He answered as he looked from his Ma to his
Pa, then he explained himself so as not to sound like he was copping out on
his belief that the name was silly. "I mean.its a girl's teddy bear.and.for
a girl's teddy bear.it's a good name. I guess."

"Well, there you have it."  Said Sally as she stood up.  "Now Billy you stay
here and pick out a teddy bear for yourself."

Billy turned to look at all of the teddy bears that lined the walls as
everybody else was leaving, but before they had all gone Lacey quickly came
up behind Billy and kissed him on the cheek.  But before Billy could defend
himself from the girly attack she had run out the door and down the stairs
leaving Billy all alone in a room full of teddy bears.  The little
eight-year old boy stomped his feet in anger and clinched his fists.  "SHE
DID IT AGAIN!!" He yelled looking up at the stuffed dolls for some moral
support. "I HATE IT WHEN SHE DOES THAT!!"  Spinning around looking for some
one to understand how much he hated to be kissed by girls.  "I HATE IT!!"
Stomping his feet looking for just one of these bears to understand him.
But all the teddy bears looked off in different directions none seemed the
least bit interested in how Billy felt; in fact they all seemed to be
ignoring him.  "Nobody understands."  Billy pouted to himself, and then he
saw a pair of bright red button eyes on a black teddy bear.

This doll was different; it seemed to be looking at Billy, as it lay propped
up against the back wall on a top shelf.  Biting his lower lip Billy pulled
a chair to the shelf and stood on it, to get a better look at the black
teddy bear, even at eye level the bear seemed to still be looking at Billy.
Reaching out and almost falling, Billy grabbed the stuffed doll and sat back
down in the chair.  Sitting the doll on the table next to him and propping
it up, Billy kept staring into the bear's red eyes as he laid his head down
onto his folded arms and looked up between the dolls two legs.  The teddy
bear still seemed to be looking at him, it even looked like it was smiling.
"Why doesn't anybody understand?"  He asked the bear.  "Girl kisses are
yucky."  He brought a finger to the fuzzy leg of the teddy bear and moved it
back and fourth, moving it slowly up to the bear's middle.  Biting his lower
lip again as his finger stopped in the bears groin area he left his finger
there feeling the seam that held the doll together, he looked back up into
the doll's eyes.  "Do you understand?"

The teddy bear just sat there with its red eyes staring down at the little
boy.

"You don't talk much, do you?"

The lack of a response to the question was an answer unto its self, for the
black fuzzy teddy bear seemed quite content on just sitting still and
looking down into the face of the small boy.

"Well I see you choose Blackie for a friend."  Sally said as she walked into
the room with John close behind her.

Billy quickly jerked his hand away from the teddy bears groin, afraid that
he was about to get caught doing something nasty.  "I think so."  Looking to
his Ma as she knelt down beside him.  "But how do I know he wants to be my
friend?"

Sally took hold of the doll and looked into its eyes, she then looked into
Billy's eyes and smiled.  "I think you two were made for each other."

Billy smiled with his Ma's approval.  Sally took hold of the scissors and
began the same ritual as before, taking a button from Billy and herself and
John.  But when she collected the locks of hair instead of cutting a lock of
hair from Billy's Pa, like she had done with Billy and herself, she jerked
the hair from the man's chest.  Sending John into a fit of pain, although
Billy knew what his Pa yelled was a swear word the little boy had no idea
what a 'Fother Mucker' was.  Billy's Ma said she did it because of what his
Pa said about the chickens.  Billy didn't quite understand this but the
little boy made a mental note to himself not to say anything bad about the
chickens.

Then it came time, after the prayer, to name his new friend.  Billy held the
bear up to look into its eyes once more, this time in search of a name.  He
didn't want a silly name like Smuffy Smuff or Mister Snuggles; he wanted his
bear to have a real name so that the other teddy bears wouldn't make fun of
him.  Then a name came into Billy's head and he knew it was the right name,
holding the doll close to his chest he turned to look at his new family and
smiled.

"So what's his name munchkin?"  John asked.

"Mikey!"

"Then Mikey it is."  Sally said as she reached out a shook the doll's paw.
"Welcome to your new home Mikey."

"Good name, kiddo."  Billy's Pa even approved.

Billy beamed with pride over his new friend as his Ma took his hand and led
the boy to the bathroom for his Sunday night bath and his Pa went to his den
to do his weekly paperwork.

In the bathroom Sally placed Mikey onto a padded table that had a tube like
pillow in the center of it.  As she was running the bathwater into the tub,
she began to undress Billy.  Soon Billy stood naked in front of his new Ma
the boy felt no shame about being naked in front of her.

Sally examined the boy's body, John had already shared with her that Billy
had a natural instinct to please his elders sexually and that excited Sally
even more about her new baby boy.  She missed the pleasures of babying a
little boy like she did with her own sons.  Sally stood her boy between her
legs as she lightly ran her hands down Billy's naked body, one hand on his
front while the other was running down the boy's back.

Billy was shaking from all of this touching, he had never had a woman touch
him like this before only guys.

Sally had Billy sit in the tub as it filled with water, she then poured some
green liquid into the tub and soon it was filling up with bubbles.  "Now you
stay in this tub and wait for me, I'm going to get ready for bed myself and
I'll be right back."  But before she left the small boy all alone in the
large bathtub, Sally reached into a closet and pulled out some toy boats for
Billy to play with.  As she walked by the table with Mikey on it, she
touched the teddy bear's nose.  "Now you keep an eye on him, Mikey." Then
she left.

In a few minutes Sally returned wearing just a bathrobe, the robe was
loosely tied shut, her breast hung out from the robe for Billy to see. She
knelt down beside the bathtub and began to wash Billy, slowly and gently.
Whenever Aunt Mable washed him she would scrub Billy so hard his skin would
be raw, but his new Ma was real good at washing him. The small boy loved the
way his Ma's hands would gently run down his skin lightly massaging the boy.
Sally had Billy stand up so she could concentrate on the boy's more private
parts.  She spent more time than necessary on his small pricklet; her
fingers would tickle the underside of the boy's ball sack and make Billy
shake with excitement.

"Your Pa told me that you two had some fun by the pond."  She said as she
lightly masturbated the boy's penis with one hand while the other was
rubbing a bar of soap against his full and firm butt cheeks.

"Yes Ma'am." Billy whispered as he stared at his Ma's breasts.

"He told me that you like to suck on these things."  Sally said as she
pulled a little harder onto Billy's little dickie to make her point.  "Is
that true, Billy?"

Billy was beginning to droll a little as he could not take his young eyes
off of his Ma's breasts. "Yes Ma'am."

"Ummm."  Was all she said as she started to rinse the boy off.  When that
was finished Sally picked Billy up out of the tub and dried the boy off with
a thick white towel.  Little Billy had never felt anything so soft before
and he began to sway a little with his Ma's touch, his whole body began to
tingle and his little legs became weaker.

Sally could see that the old recipe that her great-grandmother had taught
her still worked.  For the green liquid that Sally poured into the tub was
meant to relax the boy while it heighten the child's senses and it would
help to bring out the boy's deepest desires.  She knew now Billy would be
more open with her and not hold anything back including telling her the
truth about anything she wanted to know.  "Do you feel better now honey?"
She asked tenderly.

"I feel funny."  Billy said sheepishly as he leaned his naked body into his
Ma's.

Sally continued to dry the eight-year old boy and held him tighter to her
naked breasts.  His warm body was exciting her as their skin touched.  "That
's because I gave you a special bubble but that my great-grandmother had
taught me how to do."  She said as she finished drying Billy off.  "Now
then.  We have you cleaned outside, now let's get you clean inside."  Sally
then picked Billy up and carried the boy over to the table, where Mikey was
sitting watching them, she then laid Billy face down with the tube like
pillow under his hips there by raising Billy's exposed baby bottom a little
higher than his head.

Billy felt so little now, more than ever he wanted to be some ones baby boy,
the urge to be pampered was over whelming it was an urge Billy had always
kept to himself and buried it deep inside of him.  Billy had been raise with
adults telling him to acted his age but all the while all Billy ever really
wanted was some one to treat him as the baby he felt like.  Billy looked up
for a second and saw Mikey looking down at him, he reached up and pulled the
teddy bear to his small chest and hugged the stuffed toy as tight as he
could.

Sally knelt down beside Billy and ran a hand through the boy's damp hair,
one of her breasts just inched from Billy's face. "You like that old bear do
you?"

Billy only nodded his head as he stared at the breast, then the boy brought
up a small hand and lightly touched it.  The skin was like Dennis' butt, it
was soft and firm at the same time then lightly he squeezed it.

Sally did nothing to discourage the boy, his tiny hand felt wonderful as it
sent shivers through her.  She watched as the boy moved his face closer to
the breast, and then he brought his small tongue out and lapped at the
breast.  She watched as the boy's courage mounted and he leaned in and
kissed the nipple then he went back to licking his small tongue around it.
Finally Billy brought his lips to the nipple and began to suck on it.  Sally
placed a hand behind the small boy's head and nestled it as her other hand
went to the boy's naked bottom and there she massaged and squeezed his baby
butt cheeks.  Sally knew she had more cleaning to do so she broke away from
Billy and stood up and looked down at the naked little boy hugging his teddy
bear.

"Now then honey.  Do you know what an enema is?"

Billy nodded his head as he hugged Mikey closer to his face.  "Yes ma'am.
Aunt Mable gave me one once when I had a tummy ache and it hurt."  Billy
whined.

Running a hand through the boy's damp hair, Sally reassured the boy.  "Well
mine won't hurt."  She then patted the exposed bottom as she reached into a
cabinet just over Billy's head to retrieve the enema bag, as she was pulling
it out Sally noticed that Billy had begun to suck his thumb.  Reaching back
inside Sally pulled out an oversized pacifier and brought it down for Billy
to see it.  "Billy.  Do you know what this is?"

Billy nodded his head as he removed his thumb.  "It's a sucking thing for
babies."  He answered in a quiet squeak.

"Would you like to suck on this?"

Meekly Billy nodded his head but when his new Ma placed the pacifier in his
mouth Billy's eyes lit up for now he felt just right.  Billy laid still
sucking on his pacifier and hugging his new teddy bear as he watched his Ma
go over to the sink and fill the enema bag with water.  Billy saw her pour
some lightly colored green stuff into the bag, and then she shook the bag up
before coming back to Billy.  She hung the bag over Billy's head on a hook,
and then she placed a small jar with some creamy white stuff beside him.

Sally looked down at the submissive boy and laid a soft hand onto Billy's
rump, she then lightly spanked the bottom.  "I need to get your blood
running into your bottom Billy, so I'm going to spank you a little.  Not
because you're being a bad boy but I need to get your little bottom ready
for your enema.  Okay?"

Little Billy nodded his head as the light spanks continued.  Billy had
thought that they would be hurting after a while but his whole body was
already tingling from his special bubble bath, the spanks were adding to the
tingling feeling.

When Sally felt that Billy's rump had enough color to them she dipped a
finger into the jar of white cream and began to write the old magic signs
that her great-grandmother had taught her onto Billy's butt cheeks while
quoting the odd words that went with the symbols.  When that was finished
Sally dipped the nozzle of the enema into the cream and then brought it to
the small pucker of Billy's rear.  Slowly she began to insert it a little
bit at a time.

At first Billy's body tensed up in anticipation of a painful experience, but
soon after finding that his small drugged up body was experiencing no pain,
he soon relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of having something in his rear.

Sally was slowly fucking the boy's bottom with the enema nozzle relishing in
the sight before her of the two creamy white baby butt cheeks and the
plastic nozzle as it entered the boy. She also noticed that Billy was moving
his hips with the movement of the nozzle. "Billy, has anybody ever stuck
their penis into your bottom?"

Billy was in a daze and couldn't help but to answer her, so he pulled out
his pacifier and said.  "Yes ma'am.  We do it when no ones around.  But it's
a secret and I'm not supposed to tell anybody."

Sally smiled thinking, boys will be boys.  "Honey?  Do they make you do
these things?"

Billy shook his head.  "No ma'am.  I like doing it."  The little boy couldn'
t understand why he was telling his new Ma all of his nasty secrets, but he
couldn't help himself.

"Well if anybody tries to make you do something you don't want to, or if
they hurt you, I want you to come and tell me or your Pa and we'll make them
stop.  Okay?"

"Okay."  Billy squeaked as he replaced his pacifier back into his mouth.

Sally then leaned over the boy's bottom and lightly rubbed her breasts up
along the firm little bottom, one breast for each cheek, she brought her
face down to Billy's neck and kissed Billy.  She then kissed and licked her
way down the small boy's spine working her way to the small of his back and
then to Billy's tender bottom. There she licked the little cheeks, working
her way around the plastic nozzle as it stuck out of the little boy's fanny.
After she had finished, she then gave Billy his first enema with the secret
family recipe added to clean out all of Billy's insides.  When the boy's
third cleaning was finished Sally took the naked boy into his bedroom and
sat down on the bed with the little boy straddling her lap. Billy was then
dressed in his new pajamas, they were a one-piece pajama that had slippers
for his feet and a flap in the back incase he had to go to the bathroom at
night.  Billy's new Ma promised that if Billy did not have an accident in
his bed then she would not make her baby boy wear a diaper, which was a
relief to Billy.  Although he desired to be babied and pampered the diaper
thing was a little too degrading.

Sally sat in a rocking chair that was in the corner of Billy's room and
inspected her little boy.  Billy stood in front of her in his new fleece
'Doctor Johns' pajamas holding his teddy bear and sucking on his new
pacifier.  She wrapped a blanket around Billy and sat him in her lap and
began to slowly rock her new baby boy to sleep.  But as she rocked, Billy's
head was pressed against her exposed breast and soon the little boy could
not resist.  The little eight-year old boy removed his pacifier and moved
his face to her breast and began to lightly suck on it again.  With in just
a matter of minutes the child fell fast asleep with his Ma's nipple resting
in his pouting lips.

John had walked upstairs to go to bed himself, when he stopped by his son's
room and saw his wife humming to the sleeping boy while he sucked on a
breast.  "How's the little feller doing?"  He whispered as he walked up to
his family.

Sally looked up and smiled.  "He's doing just fine."  She looked back down
to the sleeping boy.  "I think he's going to be just fine with us."

John knelt down and placed a hand on the boy's head, jokingly he then asked.
"Is he getting anything good out of there?"

Sally quietly laughed at her husband.  "You hush up!"  She playfully
snapped.  "I think he's nibbling on me out of reflex more than anything
else."

John laughed as he leaned in and gave his wife a deep kiss and then a light
kiss to the top of Billy's head.  "I'll be waiting in the bedroom hon."

"You had better be waiting mister!"  Sally joked.  "I want some action
tonight!"

In his classic little boy voice John lowered his head and answered.  "Yes ma
'am."  And left the two alone.

Sally carried Billy over to his bed and laid the boy face down with his new
teddy bear pinned under one of his arms looking straight up at the ceiling.
She leaned down and kissed Billy on his cheek and then she gave a playful
kiss to his teddy bear and whispered.  "Now Mikey, you take good care of
Billy in dreamland."  She then stood and walked over to turn off the lights.
Sally took one last look at her new son and noticed that the stuffed toy had
some how moved for now it was laying on its side nose to nose with Billy.
Shrugging her shoulders she thought that Billy had to have moved it in his
sleep.  She turned off the lights and walked across the hallway to her
waiting husband.

In the dark bedroom of the sleeping eight-year old boy a stuffed teddy bear'
s arm moved to his new master's face and rested there.


Please send all flames and comments to dickie.6845@worldnet.att.net

Author's note again:  I realize that I haven't numbered the installments, I
had hoped to make each chapter a stand alone story without needing
installment numbers.  But if you have been wondering in what order to read
this whole story here it goes:

Nasty Games 1
Nasty Games:  Billy's Tail
Nasty Games: Billy Spends the Night
Nasty Games: Billy Gets Sent to the Principal
Nasty Games: Billy's Boo Boo
Nasty Games: Billy's New Family

I realize that not all the chapters have to do with incest, but that was
they way the story had started and so that is where you will find all the
chapters
Thank you,
Dickie

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