Date: Wed, 27 Mar 2013 18:15:44 -0400
From: Jon Steynbeck <jon.steynbeck@gmail.com>
Subject: Protesting Nephew

This story is not related to any other of my series.  I think it stands on
its own.  The emails are helping me formulate story ideas and I appreciate
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The Protesting Nephew

Jon.steynbeck@gmai.com



My sister is not the sharpest knife in the drawer and I wasn't surprised
her husband left her with two young children when he had finally had
enough.  She is a loving mother, but not good at discipline or teaching
kids right from wrong.  My niece is 16 and already the school slut with
several run ins with the police for minor drug violations.  My nephew, at
13, is a little punk who thinks putting other people down is a fun way to
pass the time.

So, having them over for the weekend was not my idea of a good time.  But,
blood is thicker than water so I felt I had to spend time with them once in
a while.  I am openly gay and live alone, so have plenty of room to
entertain my sister and her kids for the weekend.  At 32 I have had my
share of long term relationships but decided a while ago I preferred to
live alone and get my sexual release from occasional hook ups with my
network of gay friends.

One of the advantages of being gay was the fact my niece didn't try to use
her sexuality to manipulate me.  She is a total slut and would have enjoyed
trying to tease me with sexual innuendo or glimpses of her tits or pussy.
I had seen her do that with other men, and it was pathetic.

My nephew, on the other hand, took every opportunity to try and put down my
lifestyle in the most perverse way.  Within an hour after they had arrived
he was sitting across from me in the living room and when my sister and
niece left the room he squeezed his cock till it hardened under his shorts,
then shot me a sneering look as if to say, "you fag, I know you want this."
I pretended not to notice but the fury I felt was probably evident from the
redness creeping up my neck.  He repeated this little game at every
opportunity till I was ready to grab him and slap his bare ass, hard.  I
knew he had never experienced any form of discipline and a spanking would
do him a world of good.

That afternoon, as we sat on my deck chatting he excused himself to go to
the bathroom.  After about 15 minutes I needed to use the bathroom as well
and as I passed my bedroom I saw him by my bed, looking through some of my
gay magazines he had retrieved from my night table.  I didn't say a word as
I watched him rub himself as he thumbed through the graphic magazines.

Had I been a psychologist I might have understood how his own suppressed
gay urges were causing him to act out.  But, I'm not a psychologist and
really didn't care why he did what he did.  All I knew is that given the
opportunity I was going to try and give him some very strong suggestions
about his bad behavior.

The opportunity came up sooner than I expected.  My sister told me she was
taking my niece on a shopping trip to a mall across town, and asked me if I
would mind watching Jason while they were gone.  I agreed enthusiastically.

With Jason standing next to me we watched my sister pull out of the
driveway.  As soon as I saw her car heading down the street I grabbed Jason
by the arm in a hard grip.

"Hey, that hurts," he protested.  "Waddya think you're doing?"

"We need to have a talk," I growled as I led him to my bedroom.

When we got to the bedroom I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled him in
front of me by his pant waist.  I began undoing his belt and he immediately
tried to pull away.

"What the fuck," he yelled.  "You aren't going to put your faggot hands on
me."

Holding his belt firmly in one hand I reached up with the other and slapped
him hard across the face. It stunned him and he stood there with his hand
on his red cheek, small tears collecting in the corner of his eyes.

"You've been needing what you are about to get for a long time," I yelled.
"Now, you can resist and make it worse, or you can take it like the man you
think you are."

I undid his belt and pulled his pants down to his ankles.  Then, grabbing
his briefs I jerked them down hard, tearing the elastic around his waist.
His cock was soft, but surprisingly large for a 13 year old.  He had a very
light patch of pubic hair above the base of his cock, but his balls, which
had started dropping with puberty were still smooth and bare.

Before he could react to being naked in front of me I pulled him across my
lap and landed a heavy, open handed blow across his firm ass.  He let out a
scream and I slapped him again.  My blows and his yells continued till he
was whimpering and begging me to stop, then I gave him three more to make
sure he knew I meant business.

I lifted him up and he stood there wiping the tears from his face and
taking in short little whimpering pants.  His cock was standing straight
out in front of him with a pearl drop of precum leaking out of his piss
slit.  I just sat there staring at his pretty cock.  We were both at a loss
for words over the fact my spanking had given him an erection.  But, it did
tell me a lot of what I needed to know about him.

After a moment I reached out and grabbed his cock in my hand, giving it a
couple of slow strokes.  He pulled back a little.

"Please, don't," he whimpered.

"Why not, boy," I chuckled, "you seem to be enjoying it."

Holding on to his cock I brought him closer to me and then leaned forward
and licked the precum off his cock head.  His cock twitched in my hand as
he felt my wet tongue slide across his cockhead.  He let out a soft moan,
but pushed my head away with his hands.

"I'm not a fag," he protested.

I grabbed his balls and squeezed them hard.  He let out a squeal as I told
him, "STOP USING THAT WORD."

He immediately put his hands to his side and lowered his head, sniffling.

I leaned forward again and took his cockhead in my mouth and began sucking
on his thick rubbery head.  He made no move to pull away and was enjoying
the oral stimulation in spite of himself.  I took more of his cock in my
mouth and worked it all the way to the back of my throat.  I could feel his
balls tighten up in my hand as I gave him an expert blowjob.  I slid the
flat of my tongue across the underside of his cockhead as I slowly slid his
cock in and out of my mouth.  It took him less than a minute to take in a
loud gasp and shoot a thick rope of cum into the back of my throat.  After
the first spasm of his orgasm, he grabbed my head and pushed his cock to
the back of my throat hard, releasing another thick stream of boy semen.  I
pulled back and he pulled me in again.  I could feel his balls pulsate as
they pumped stream after stream of hot delicious boy seed into my mouth.  I
swallowed every drop.

When he was done he pulled his cock out of my mouth and stood there as I
wiped the residual cum off my lips.

"Getting a blow job from you doesn't make me gay, you know," he said,
rather cockily.

"Maybe not," I laughed, "but this will."

I stood and dropped my shorts with one hand while I gripped his arm with
the other.  As I sat down I pulled him hard down to his knees between my
legs.  He recoiled immediately, but I held him firmly in place.

"You're going to suck my cock," I told him.  "I know you want it, and it's
time you stop trying to pretend you're not who you really are."

My cock is seven and half inches when hard with a big purple, plum sized
head.  He was staring at it with glazed eyes, but he was unable to give up
the fantasy that he was a tough straight boy that didn't do "faggy stuff."

I grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head down to my cock.  Holding the
base of my cock in my other hand I rubbed by precum coated head against his
lips.  He held his lips pursed hard against my attempt to penetrate him.

"Open your fucking mouth," I yelled.

He shook his head hard and kept his lips together tightly.

I let go of my cock and slapped him firmly across his cheek.

"Open your mouth, you little bitch, or your going to get more that," I said
quietly but firmly

He finally opened his mouth a little and I pushed my cock past his lips.
He knew he had lost this battle and he finally lowered his jaw and accepted
the penetration.  I slid my cock halfway into his mouth and held it there.

"Suck on it, slut," I said firmly.  "And use your tongue to clean up my
precum."

At this point he had surrendered to the fact he was going to give me a
blowjob and decided cooperation was the better alternative to more slaps.
He began sucking on my cock and working his tongue around my piss slit.

"Damn, boy, you got a hot mouth," I groaned.  "I love face fucking boys
like you."

I began to run my fingers through his hair as it became apparent he had
surrendered to the inevitable.  He placed his hands on my thighs for
balance and began working my cock with his mouth.  By the glazed look in
his eyes it was apparent he wasn't just surrendering, but enjoying the
feeling of my cock in his mouth.

As I ran my fingers through his hair I pushed his mouth further and further
onto my cock.  I could feel the back of his tongue under my cockhead and I
gave him one little extra push, eliciting a convulsive gag from him.  He
pulled away suddenly and drooled a huge glob of saliva onto the carpet.

"You'll learn," I laughed.  "Stop breathing when my cock is near your
throat, and pretend like you are swallowing my cockhead."

I pushed his head down to my cock, although I didn't have to push hard
since he seemed to want to get my cock back in his teen mouth.  I pushed
half my cock in his mouth then slowly worked my cock to the back of his
throat.  He was holding his breath as I had instructed and only let out a
few small gags as my cockhead settled in his throat.  A steady flow of
saliva was drooling out from his lower lip and adding to the pool on the
floor.

Finally, I pulled out and let him wipe the slop from his lower lip and
chin.

"That's enough fucking your mouth," I said. "It's time to take your boy
cherry."

"What do you mean," he said with a fearful look on his face.

"Just what I said," I chuckled. "I'm going to fuck your pussy and take your
cherry."

"NO, NO, PLEEEAASE DON'T," he begged.  "PLEASE DON'T DO THAT TO ME."

"But, you don't have a choice, boy," I said firmly.  "Let me explain the
situation.  I am horny and I need to seed a pussy.  And you, you are my
bitch, which means your role is to satisfy my needs.  Our roles are laid
out already.  My role is to take what I need from you.  Your role is to
submit to me."

"But I know it's really going to hurt my asshole when you do that to me,"
he whined.

"First of all, when you are submitting to a man you don't have an asshole,
you have a boy pussy or a boy cunt," I said.  "Second of allÉ..  Well,
yes, it is going to hurt at first, but then you'll love it."

He dropped his chin and sniffled, "will you go slow, then?"

I stood, grabbing his t-shirt and pulling him close, growled, "Don't ever
presume to tell me how to fuck one of my bitches.  Now, take off this
t-shirt and get on the bed."

He gave up and slowly took off his t-shirt as I pulled my shirt off, too.
He climbed on the bed and I pulled his legs to the edge roughly till his
round butt was resting over the edge of the bed.  Holding his legs up by
the ankles with one hand I grabbed some lube from the night table.

"Grab your legs behind your knees and pull them to your chest," I ordered.

He complied without protest and I put a big dollop of lube on my finger
tips.  After coating up my cock I squirted a heavy dose of the cool oil on
his tight little rosebud.  He let out a gasp as the lube contacted his
pussy.  I smiled and began rubbing the oil around his ring, sliding a
finger inside as he winced.

With a lover who has not been fucked regularly I will take my time and
stretch out his tight pussy lips with my fingers, ensuring he is dilated
enough to accept my mounting with as little discomfort as possible.  But
this boy was not my lover, he was my fuck toy and needed to feel the full
effect of his first penetration by a dominant man's cock.

"Aren't you going to wear a condom?" he asked fearfully.

"Now, how can I breed you with a condom on," I laughed.  "I only fuck
bareback, boy.  I want nothing between my cock and your pussy walls."

I aimed my cock at his boy cunt and pressed till my cock was nestled in
tightly.  I looked into his eyes and saw a combination of fear and
surrender.  He knew what was coming and seemed to have accepted his fate.

I pushed hard and felt a lot of resistance.  He let out a loud scream as I
continued to press against his virgin sphincter.

"OW, OW, OW, OH GOD IT HURTS SOOOO MUCH.  PLEASE STOP," he begged.

I ignored his protests and gave a hard push, feeling his tight right give
up the fight as my cock entered his rectum.  Once I could feel his muscled
ring wrapped around my shaft I pushed my cock all the way in, not stopping
till I could feel his pussy lips wrapped around the base of my cock.

Jason's eyes were the size of saucers and his lips formed a tight oval as
he panted and tried to manage the pain.  I held my cock deep inside him,
letting him adjust to the assault on his virgin hole.  While I felt he
deserved the pain, I didn't want to injure his rectum by long fucking him
before his pussy had adjusted to the impossible stretching I was subjecting
it to.

I held my cock deep inside him and began fondling his cock.  A good
indicator that the pain is receding and being replace by pleasure is a
stiffening cock.  It took a while but eventually he began to relax, his
face softening and his eyes beginning to glaze over.  His cock began to
stiffen up in my hand and I slowly pulled my cock out part way and slid it
back into the hilt.  He let out a soft moan, so I repeated the slow
thrusting.

After I had developed a slow but steady rhythm of short thrusts he began to
moan softly.  I could feel his muscled ring loosening around my shaft, but
his rectum was tight and smooth, sending waves of pleasure down into my
balls and up my back.  I began to long fuck him, pulling my cock out to the
base of my cockhead then pushing in deep with long hard thrusts.  He was
beginning to thrash around a little, wanting more and more of the pleasure
I was giving him.

"You like a man's cock pumping into your hungry cunt, don't you boy," I
growled.

"Yes," he groaned.

"Then tell me, bitch," I ordered.  "Tell me how much you like being fucked.
Tell me what a slut you are and how much you need to be bred by a man."

"YES, GOD I LOVE IT," he cried out.  "I LOVE BEING FUCKED, I LOVE HAVING MY
PUSSY STRETCHED.  PLEASE DON'T STOP."

"Tell me what you are," I ordered.

"I'M YOUR BITCH.  I'M YOU HOT SLUT," he cried.  "SEED ME, I NEED YOUR SEED
IN MY PUSSY."

He was really getting into it.  I love when a man or boy finally accepts
what he is and surrenders to my dominance.  They go through the
transformation of accepting they are always going to need to be taken by a
dominant man; that their role in life is to give up their hot cunt to a
strong alpha male.  They know they will always seek out strong men who can
use them like the submissive sluts they are.

Seeing his boy pussy swallowing my cock greedily, brought me over the top.
I shot a thick rope of cum deep in his cunt, pushing in deep and seeding
him into the far reaches of his rectum.  I pulled out a little then drove
deep as my cock spasmed with another thick stream of semen.  I continued
seeding his virgin hole till I was empty.  But, I wasn't finished.  I
continued to pound him, my sperm making his cummy hole slick and smooth.
As I continued to fuck him he was overcome with a powerful orgasm, shooting
several thick squirts of clear boy cum over his chest and chin.

I didn't stop.  The sound of my balls slapping his ass with each thrust was
euphoric and the aroma of our coupling filled the room with the familiar
smell of man/boy fucking.  My cum was leaking out as I fucked his cunt and
the slurpy sounds echoed through the room.  I was going to give him a
second dose of my seed.

I flipped him over onto his hands and knees and re-entered him smoothly.
Some of my sperm leaked out during the transition to the new position and
was running down his inner thighs.  I reached around and scooped some into
my fingers and forced them into his mouth.  He sucked greedily on them,
fully accepting his role as my submissive boy, and anxious to do anything I
asked.

I grabbed his hips hard and groaned, "get ready for a hard fucking, bitch."

He let out a squeal of delight and I began to pound him hard and fast.  His
ass jiggled seductively every time I bottomed out and my thighs slammed
into his smooth butt.  I looked down to see his swollen pussy ring gripping
my cock and stretching out along my shaft when I pulled out of his hole.
It seemed impossible that his young pussy could accept such a formidable
stretching.  But, I learned long ago that a young boy's ass lips can take a
lot more stretching than one would think possible.  Nothing feels better
than a boy's inexperienced hole gripping my thick cock.

After about 15 minutes of aggressive pumping he reached another climax,
dropping a load on the sheet with several sexy splattering sounds.  By then
I was controlling my own orgasm by adjusting my fuck rhythm, but now I
decided to unload in him.  I grabbed his hips hard and pulled him onto my
cock, grinding and swirling his rectum around my throbbing cock. I let go
with another heavy load of seed, engorging his rectum with my batter.
There was no room for the fresh load of sperm between my cock and his pussy
walls and it was forced deep inside him, where it would be absorbed and
validate our coupling.

When I was done, I slapped his ass softly and pulled my cock out of his
pussy.  His rosebud stayed open, stretched to the limit and unable to
regain it's normal state quickly.  I watched as his pussy slowly closed and
squeezed out a small trickle of my heavy seed.

I pulled him beside me on the bed and kissed him, sliding my tongue deep in
his mouth.  Subs desperately need to know that despite the rough treatment
they are loved by their doms.  He reacted well to my kiss and wrapped his
arms around me hard, his tongue wrestling with mine.

I pulled away from the kiss and softly ran my hand up and down his butt and
back.  A tear slid down his cheek and he took in a sudden choking gasp.

"I's sorry I said those things to you," he whispered.

"I know you are, Jason," I said quietly.

"Can I come back and stay with you sometimes?" he asked softly. "So we can
do this again?  I really like it."

"I knew you would," I chuckled.  "And, you can come back anytime you want."