Date: Sun, 14 Mar 2010 01:15:13 -0800 (PST)
From: Uncle Wiggly <uncle.wiggly@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sweet Sixteen, Chapter 3

My apologies to all the other authors I have cursed for making continuity
errors. It seems that I have made one myself. In the third paragraph of the
first chapter, I correctly referred to the twins as Timmy and Tommy Dalton.
In the fourth paragraph of the second chapter, I incorrectly referred to
them as Timmy and Tommy Thomas and their father John Thomas. This was left
over from the first draft. I had intended for everyone in boy's family to
have names which were slang terms for the penis, since the Priapic phallus
is the only god for whom boy falls to his knees. John Thomas VI is Daddy's
distinguished name. I'm sure my error is due to cosmic retribution for
being a smart ass, and not noticed by anyone but the anal retentive author.
This is why I have never before posted a story. I obsess over every minute
detail. If you notice any other errors, please be kind and bring them to my
attention.

I must say that I am blown away by the praise that I have received. You are
too kind. Though this chapter contains no real sex, it will explain some
details and will be somewhat entertaining I hope.

As in Chapter 1, the same disclaimer applies.


Sweet Sixteen
by Augustus T. Wigglesworth IV


Chapter 3

Of the brothers, Daddy had always been the softy. Their father was a cruel
disciplinarian. His punishments bordered on the sadistic. It had toughened
Dick, but Daddy was always able to maintain His kind demeanor. By His early
teens, Daddy had outgrown their father. He had been putting on muscle and
bulk thanks to a coach who knew of their father's cruelty. When He was 14,
He happened upon His father beating one of His brothers. The boy had long
ago passed out from the pain. Daddy grabbed His father's arm--breaking it
in three places--and threw him against a wall. He tended to His brother's
wounds. Then while His father was still unconscious, Daddy used His boy
scout training to set His father's arm. He purposely misaligned the bones
so that they would fuse improperly, thus preventing His father from ever
again lifting anything heavier than a quill pen.

Having been warned several times before and suspected in the disappearance
of several slave boys, their father did not pursue the matter. But
eventually his sadistic side won out, and he kidnapped a young boy off the
street. He tortured the poor boy and left him for dead. The boy was
discovered in time, and after a lengthy recovery, he was able to identify
his captor. Unfortunately for Father, the boy turned out to be the son of a
federal magistrate with political clout far outreaching his own. Father was
cleanly and quietly removed from his home and executed. One month shy of
His 21st birthday, Daddy was awarded custody of His brothers. He swore that
He would never treat anyone cruelly. Even the lowest slave.

Yet now, He was in the position of having to discipline His beloved boy,
and the next few days were sheer torture for Him. According to all the
literature, Daddy was supposed to be very forceful with boy. Not giving an
inch. Using discipline as much, and as harshly, as the situation
required. After all, boy was considered a fucktoy. he might be human and
have feelings, but they were inconsequential. Daddy had ordered boy to His
specifications, in order to make Himself happy, but right now, He was not
happy.

boy was a prototype. Aside from the usual sperm donation, personality
profiles, and biometric scans, Daddy underwent brain-mapping, and samples
were taken of every tissue and fluid that His body produced. Gas
chromatography was used to determine the exact chemical makeup of Daddy's
pheromones.

boy was not just any pussyboy. he was Daddy's pussyboy. Like any good
pussyboy, he would respond to the attentions of any man, but when Daddy
touched any of boy's five senses, the cognitive portion of boy's brain shut
down. boy literally felt what his Daddy felt. The problem was that Daddy
had underestimated the extent to which boy would affect Him. Over the
sixteen years, Daddy had come to adore boy as much as boy adored Him. Daddy
too felt what boy felt, though not to the same degree. He felt boy's fear
and sadness, and several times the old softy had to leave the room in order
to shed His own tears.

But it had to be done. boy had to learn his place. Though he was human and
genetically related to Daddy, he was a possession. Daddy was his owner. boy
was like a prized pet, and indeed many boy fanciers showed their boys. The
Eastminster boy Show was always tops in the ratings, and boy would have
easily won "best in Show" had Daddy decided to enter him. But a trophy boy
was not what Daddy wanted. He was a lonely man and He wanted
companionship. Though He was on Paxim magazine's Most Eligible Bachelors
list, Daddy was not looking for a husband. He was not looking for an equal
partner. He would be loathe to admit it, but He did inherit some of His
father's need to control and dominate. boy met His needs perfectly. he was
affectionate, warm, and obedient. Cuddly and responsive. Daddy thoroughly
enjoyed doting on His boy for the first sixteen years and He knew He would
enjoy the years to come even more. boy would still be just as beautiful and
lovable, but now he would also be accommodating. his warm holes would be
there if Daddy needed to drop a load during the night or take a long hot
piss during the day. Daddy looked forward to the warm velvet clutch of
boy's rectum on those cold winter nights.

The sad thing--the thing that boy needed to understand--was that very
little had changed. he had been drinking his Daddy's semen and urine since
S.T.O.R.C. had delivered him. he already obeyed all of Daddy's commands
without question. he always thought of his Daddy before he thought of
himself.

The only real changes to boy's life were superficial ones. First of all,
boy's only clothing would be a baby blue jockstrap, and that would only be
for special occasions. Most of the time, boy would be kept naked. boy had
always wanted to be naked, but it was never allowed. he had no particular
attachment to any of his clothes, but the abrupt way in which his clothes
were taken away frightened him. he thought it was a punishment, but for
what, he did not know.

Secondly, with the exception of his toy box, all of the furniture was
removed from boy's room. his new bed was just as comfortable as his old
one. Only now it was round and covered in soft corduroy and sat directly on
the floor. Daddy had foregone the beds in the Orvis catalog and had this
bed especially made for boy. The AC in Daddy's wing of the house was even
set to a higher temperature, so boy no longer needed a soft comforter at
night. And he still had his plush Sponge Bob and Patrick dolls to cuddle.

Peter had used his skills as a photographer for his school newspaper to
take some beefcake shots of Daddy as well as some masturbation shots and
close-ups of Daddy's magnificent phallus ejaculating its warm, sticky
seed. The photos were blown up poster size and were used to replace all of
the Taylor Lautner and Jonas Brothers posters in boy's room.

The third and undeniably frightening change was that the wall adjoining
Daddy's and boy's rooms was removed and replaced with bars like in a
kennel. Even though they were covered in foam and matching baby blue
corduroy, one had to admit that it still had the feeling of a cell. It was
an unnecessary affectation, since Daddy's words had always been an
invisible kennel for boy. If Daddy told him not to do something or not to
go somewhere, boy didn't. Just the fear of displeasing Daddy kept him in
line. Eventually, the bars were removed since the keys always ended up on
the floor beside boy's pillow where Daddy dropped them as He took boy. Many
a morn, boy had to hand the keys to Daddy in order to unlock boy's kennel
and let him out for his morning walk/fuck.

The pretense of "Johnson the butler" was dropped as well, and slave was
once again stripped and shackled. It took boy several days to remember to
call slave "slave." he received a pop on his luscious bottom every time he
referred to it by its former name. boy was curious about the metal sheathe
which enclosed what boy assumed to be its penis even though it was so
small. But boy had learned not to ask questions, especially those
concerning slave. slave still saw to boy's needs, but it was done in
silence now as slave was not allowed to speak unless spoken to by anyone
but boy. The same rule applied to boy, but Daddy excused it since He had
secretly come to love boy's sweet lilting voice.

boy did not know how lucky he was. Most of his former classmates from THE
BATES SCHOOL for boys were undergoing the same training, but under much
harsher circumstances. Just next door, the Dalton twins were having the
most difficult time since their Daddy had decided to separate them for the
first time in their lives. Because of the fear caused by the separation,
the training was going slowly. But because of his unique design, boy was
much easier to train than the older models. Most of the other boys were
receiving canings for the smallest infractions. Even though time had healed
the wounds of His father's abuses, Daddy did not even consider the use of
any instrument of corporal punishment. A pop from a rolled up newspaper was
the only punishment that boy received.

That first night, Daddy realized that removing the bedroom wall had not
been the best idea. boy's soft cries and whimpers kept Him up for most of
the night. Daddy still had to speak the five word code that would complete
boy's imprinting and permanently bond boy to Him. Doing so would stop boy's
tears and fears, and he would be physically incapable of any
disobedience. But Daddy was hesitant. Since boy was the first of his kind,
no one really knew what would happen once the words were spoken. Countless
computer models were run. All but one test resulted in a happy virtual boy
ready to bend over backwards to meet his Daddy's needs. That one test,
however, resulted in a nightmare scenario. The virtual boy became an
automaton. he showed no emotion. he did exactly what he was told, but
nothing more. Eventually the simulated boy died from malnourishment. he did
not eat unless someone told him to pick up the food, put it in his mouth,
chew, and swallow. Daddy could not bear the thought of losing his boy. He
knew that S.T.O.R.C. could easily fabricate a new boy to the same
specifications and PedEx him to Daddy the following day, but it wouldn't be
the same.

After His second sleepless night, Daddy took His breakfast alone in His
study. He was deep in thought when slave knocked.

"Uh, yes, yes. What is it?"

"May it enter and remove Your tray, Master?"

"Yes, come in."

slave scurried in and fiddled with the tray's contents.

As it was about to leave, Daddy pointed to a place by His feet and said,
"Stop that and kneel here."

"Yes, Master."

slave assumed that it was going to take Daddy's morning piss, but it did
not move to open Daddy's trousers without being told to do so. it was
surprised at Daddy's words.

"slave, I have a problem. I think that perhaps slave can help Me."

slave waited quietly until Daddy spoke again.

"I'm finding this whole situation unpleasant. I don't enjoy inflicting pain
and I don't like to hear crying. I have no experience in training a boy, a
slave, or even a puppy. By the time I took custody, My father had already
completed My brother Johnson's slave training, resulting in the sad,
sniveling thing that scurried into My study just now."

"slave is sorry, Mast..."

"Silence!" Daddy shouted. "I know that Johnson was not meant to be a slave,
but Father picked up on a certain weakness of character and exploited
it. slave could never be truly content having known a better life and not
possessing the proper genetic predisposition to service."

Daddy continued, "I don't want that for boy. I want a smiling, happy boy
who wants nothing more than to service his Daddy. I've decided to have
slave speak with boy. it must explain to boy that this is what boy was
meant to be and that nothing but the facade has changed in our
relationship. I want slave to do this today. I give slave My permission to
speak freely with boy until told otherwise. it must be convincing. I expect
boy to have accepted his place by dinnertime or slave will be
punished. Does it understand?"

"Yes, Master," slave said.

"Good. Now stand up and go about its duties. I don't want to see slave or
boy until this evening," Daddy said with a dismissive gesture.

slave headed to door. it almost dropped the tray when it heard, "And
Johnson! No mention is to be made of your relationship to Me or boy. I'm
sorry for what Father did to you and I appreciate your sperm donation, but
you are, and always will be, a slave. Is that understood!?!"

"Y.. Y.. Yes, Master."

What no one but Daddy and His doctor knew was that Daddy was
sterile. During one of his more sadistic punishments, His father had
subjected Him to extreme cock and ball torture. Fortunately, no permanent
damage was done to Daddy's penis and it had grown to the Herculean monument
that it was today. But the same was not true of His testicles. They were
both damaged and had withered on the vine. When Daddy reached adulthood, He
had consulted a leading urologist who had replaced both orbs with the
latest in prosthetics. They not only looked and felt real, but they
produced a potent mixture of synthetic testosterone and other male hormones
which allowed Daddy to develop His fine musculature with minimum effort and
no side effects.

Normally, a Daddy's sperm sample was taken, and with proper behavioural
modifications, the DNA was used to produce a pussyboy. But in Daddy's case,
sperm was taken from slave. Unlike Dick, Daddy and Johnson shared the same
egg donor. slave's years of servitude had in fact altered its DNA making it
the perfect sperm donor for boy. Since Daddy still felt some affection for
His late brother, He allowed slave one orgasm a year. slave's semen usually
washed down the drain along with Daddy's piss, but one year Daddy carefully
collected slave's little swimmers. While releasing a strong yellow stream
into slave's mouth, Daddy had let it slip as to why He collected its
sperm. Immediately realizing what He had done, Daddy informed slave that if
it ever uttered a word to anyone, it would lose the proper equipment to
produce its annual orgasm. slave never said a thing to a soul. This became
more difficult as Bobby grew into such a beautiful boy. slave could not
help but feel a certain pride when it looked at the boy. Though slave had
no worldly possessions, it did have one thing that Daddy did not. A son.