Date: Sun, 27 Apr 2008 21:48:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Casey Jordan <sub_casey@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jimmy: Part 3

This story contains sexual exchanges and activities, mostly
semi-nc/reluctant and a lot of it incestuous, between adults and an
under-aged teenager or between teenagers, involving elements of
punishment/torture, bondage, domination/submission, humiliation,
exhibitionism, and lots of hard hot sex with multiple partners. If you
can't bear to read such stuff or if it's illegal for you to do so, please
stop reading right here. Otherwise, enjoy!

This story is about 14-year-old Jimmy who lives alone with his step-father
Harry, a big, bearish, boy-loving bisexual in his 40's. For some reason,
Jimmy seems to bring out the worst in his old man, and as time goes on,
Harry finds more and more perverted ways in which to use and abuse his
step-son, even bringing in his other boy-loving friends, Jimmy's own
school-mates and teachers, the school janitor, and pretty much anyone else
he can think of into the picture. Unlike my other stories, this one is told
from the points-of-view of both Jimmy and Harry.

Comments and suggestions welcome at: sub_casey@yahoo.com.



Jimmy - Part 3: Homework

by Casey



"Well, well, well.. looks like Daddy's little bitch is home," Harry grinned
viciously at my disheveled state as I slipped in through the front door. My
step-dad was, as usual, sprawled on his special leather sofa clad only in
the same boxers that he wore this morning. One hand held a can of beer
while the other was idly scratching his balls through the unwashed
material, but the moment he saw me it shifted to begin slowly massaging his
cock. I groaned inwardly, but despite my exhaustion, my eyes were
automatically drawn towards his hefty bulge like a moth drawn to a fire.
His grin grew broader as he saw the effects of his actions on me, but then
his face hardened.

"Well, what the hell are you doing with your clothes still on? Want me to
beat the first rule of the house into your sorry ass again?"

The evil gleam in his eyes was familiar enough that I didn't think twice
before obeying. Reluctantly but as quickly as possible, I removed my shirt
and pants and dumped them to one side - Harry insisted that I never fold
them properly, since clothes were something I was never meant to wear in
the first place. The first rule of the house - as instituted by my
step-father - was that I was to remain completely naked unless specifically
ordered otherwise. Accordingly, Harry made sure I had very few clothes
left. My current wardrobe consisted of a t-shirt - cut in such a manner
that it exposed a lot of my belly - and pair of short shorts two sizes too
small for me, a fishnet suit (last worn during a night drive and stroll
along the beach two weeks ago), a spare school uniform and a growing
collection of panties. Harry had burned all my normal boy clothes not long
after he showed me my new role in the house.

In short order, I was standing there naked before my step-father, my hair
mussed up and with dried or drying semen smeared over most of my skin.

Harry stood up and whistled appreciatively at the sight. "Hell, you've been
a very busy little slut, haven't you?"

He came closer to me and lifted my face up by the chin. I looked straight
into his eyes - the way he expected me to - as he used his coarse thumb to
rub at the dry streaks of semen that plastered my nose, cheeks and
jaw. Flakes of the crusty boycum remains - mostly from a majority of the 24
members of the school's soccer team - came off and stuck to his thumb,
which he then fed into my mouth. Again as he expected, I suckled on the
thick digit like a calf sucking at its mother's teat, making sure I got all
of the dried up boyseed before parting my lips in readiness for the next
morsel.  Harry took out his thumb and used my saliva to lubricate his other
fingers, and then rubbed off more of the crusty semen from my face, neck
and chest. When he forced his fingers in my mouth again, he didn't let me
suckle at them but instead jammed them forcefully against the insides of my
cheeks, the roof of my mouth and all over my tongue. I opened my mouth as
wide as possible and looked up at him submissively as he did this, earning
the derisive smirk that I'd learned to take as a compliment.

I briefly wondered if he was going to make me eat the rest of the dried cum
that encrusted my crack and inner thighs, but it turned out that he had
other plans.

Once he judged that I'd sucked his digits clean, my step-father wiped his
hand in my face to get rid of the excess saliva. By now, out of the corner
of my eyes I could see that his hefty snake of a cock was already uncoiling
and pressing down one side of his boxers. I tried my best to ignore it, but
just as the prey was helplessly fascinated by the swaying serpent, so was
my gaze drawn repeatedly towards that frightening yet beautiful sight. My
treacherous young cock twitched. For a moment my dad simply looked at me,
one hand reaching absently to scratch an itch under his armpit. I realized
how strong he smelled, the smell of stale sweat on an unwashed body, an
all-man musk that made me dizzier and dizzier each time I breathed
in. Despite myself, I wanted to bury my face in that armpit for a long
while.

* * *

The slut surprised me. I saw him try to avoid looking at my dong and keep
failing, but still, he must have been totally exhausted judging from the
amount of cummy remains his scum-buddies left on his used up body. Yet
after one look at my schlong here he was getting hard again and moaning
like a bitch in heat. I think he didn't even realize that he'd just moaned
outloud. What sort of creature had I created, what sort of sex demon?

I spread the wet fingers I had under my armpit and rubbed them around so
that they'd collect as much of the heady aroma as they could. Then I took
them and shoved them in front of the boy's face. He turned his nose up
slightly and inhaled deeply, the way I trained him to. His eyes rolled over
in their sockets and he looked like he was about to faint. I took my hand
away and instead jammed it into his mouth. I think he almost gagged but he
mastered his reflexes quickly. I spread my fingers in his mouth and fucked
the wet hole thoroughly with them, smearing the concentrated essence of my
bodily excretions all over his tongue, teeth, and gums, once again marking
my territory and making sure he remembered it. The boy knew better than to
use his tongue on my fingers. If a dog was pissing against a tree, would
the tree have reacted in any way?

Satisfied, I cleaned my fingers on his face again, taking care to coat
every inch of skin with my drool-diluted musk. It was hot to see that cute
little face and the innocent doe-like eyes blinking up at me from beneath
my meaty paw - my hand was big enough to cover his face completely. My cock
pushed further out from my boxers as I thought about how much power I had
over this boy, how completely his body and mind were mine.

I had to gulp down more beer before I lost control and crushed his face
with my fist.  Instead, I laid my hand on the top of his head and pressed
him down to the floor. He let his legs fold obediently and sank to his
knees.

"Come on, boy. Put those lips of yours where they belong," I told him
roughly, my voice almost shaking with the sheer feeling of power and lust.

Jimmy shifted closer to me on his knees. His hands began to move towards my
boxers.

"I didn't tell you to use your hands," I growled.

His hands dropped immediately to his sides. Without seeming to have to
think about it, he started to stretch out his spindly frame to try to get
his mouth level with the waist of my boxers.

"I didn't tell you to undress me, either."

By now, my stiffening cock was already peeking out from under the right-leg
of my boxers, although it was probably still 'only' around seven inches and
had quite a ways to go yet before reaching full mast. I could see the boy
thinking furiously and lucky for him it didn't take too long before he
understood what I wanted. Hesitantly, he cocked his head to one side
(forgive the pun!) and pushed his face closer to my thigh.  With some
difficulty, he pressed his left cheek against my muscular, hairy thigh just
under the open leg of my boxers, and then slowly slid his face up until the
head of my cock sank conveniently between his wide open lips. I could feel
the violent twitch as my cock grew another half-inch just inside the boy's
mouth.

Have you ever seen such a sight? Where a cute 14-year-old had his innocent
little face pressed up against your huge hairy thigh with the first
one-and-a-half inches of your thick long cock splitting his angelic face
and those pretty eyes looking up at you as though you were the object of
his worship? Well, I sure hope you have, because nothing else feels quite
like it.

I said nothing and simply stared down into Jimmy's liquid eyes, savouring
my superiority over the worthless fuckbitch.

The boy straightened his slim body a bit more to push his face
higher. Another inch of my drooling cock sank into his hungry maw. His arms
dangled uselessly at his sides; although his fingers kept clenching and
unclenching at the air. He was becoming the perfect boyslut. A couple
months ago I still would've had to remind him not to use his hands, but now
each of my commands seemed to imprint itself immediately in his head. I
relaxed, closed my eyes and sipped occasionally at my beer as the little
fucktoy made love to my cock with his lips. Those full, eminently kissable
lips felt so good around my cocksheath and that fluttering, well-trained
tongue really knew how to massage the underside of my member just the way I
liked it.

I decided that I would better enjoy Jimmy's ministrations while lying back
in the sofa so I grabbed the boy's head in one hand and walked slowly
backwards towards my seat, keeping his lips wrapped around my meat the
whole time. Jimmy shuffled forward on his knees as quickly as he could, his
eyes wide with the knowledge that the slightest loss of suction on my cock
would result in him facing a severe punishment. As I lowered myself onto
the sofa and leaned back, the boy had to brace his stomach on the edge of
the seat and lean forward into my crotch, all without using his hands. He
managed to do it quite adroitly, too, and I barely felt any lessening of
the suction.

I'd have to find another excuse to punish his ass later. In the meantime, I
thought I'd give him a reminder that he could still strive to serve me
better, lest he started to get a big head.

"Take off my boxers," I ordered the boy as I pushed his head temporarily
off my cock.  "You can use your hands."

I lifted my ass slightly to allow him to pull my boxers down, which he did
quickly. My cock sprang free like a jack in the box, pointing up at a
45-degree angle and a little to the left. Jimmy's eyes stared hungrily at
it, transfixed by the slightly swaying python. I grabbed the back of his
head and brought his face down onto my cock. He opened his mouth wide and
quickly devoured about four inches of it. I could feel the tip of my dick
brushing occasionally against the opening of his throat. I stopped pressing
his face down but didn't let go of his head. Then, I used my legs to nudge
his arms back and up behind him before pressing my heavy feet onto his arms
and back, thereby trapping his limbs there. I crossed my heavy legs on the
small of his back with his arms effectively immobilised. I could see a
flicker of discomfort and fear on his face as he wondered at my intent.

He didn't have to wait long to find out. Immediately, I tightened my grip
on the back of his head and shoved his face hard into my crotch, forcing as
much of my cock into his mouth as quickly as possible. I could feel my
cockhead lodging itself comfortably within his tight passage before his gag
reflex had any time to react. Jimmy's eyes widened like saucers as he
finally understood what he was in for. I didn't give him time to adjust but
simply kept forcing more and more into him. He looked so torturedly cute as
he gagged soundlessly several times, his ambushed throat struggling
furiously and vainly to dislodge me. His elbows began to twitch but his
arms were trapped under my hairy legs. I grinned, laughing silently at
Jimmy's delicious plight as I choked him with my cock. He was completely at
my mercy and I could have choked him to death if I wanted.

After about twenty seconds of frantic but fruitless twisting, I relaxed my
grip on the boy's head and let him ease his throat off my cock. I pulled
out just enough to give him room to breathe, but kept the first four inches
of my cock firmly planted in his mouth, forcing him to cough and gasp and
breathe around it. I knew my sheer girth made it difficult for him, but
whoever said life was easy?

He was still coughing and gasping when I pressed his face onto my cock once
again.

It was a harsh lesson but it was something I needed to drill into the
boy. This wasn't the first time, either, but it seemed to be the one lesson
that he had a hard time of understanding. He might have taken breathing for
granted before, but he needed to understand that he breathed only because I
let him. To him, breathing was a privilege, not a natural right, and I
could take it from him anytime I wanted, just like anything else in his
pathetic life. He needed to understand that, like in everything else, he
had to obey me when it came to it. He must learn to ignore his reflexes,
his body's responses, and instead concentrate on doing what I wanted, even
if it went against every natural instinct in his body. Nothing else should
be more important to him than obeying my wishes.

Suprise was no excuse. His body should be in a constant state of readiness
to accept me. Whenever I shoved my cock into his throat, I'd expect that
the tight warm tunnel would immediately open up and accommodate me
completely, right up to my roots.  Whatever natural reflexes the boy had
should be focused on massaging my fucker and drawing it deeper in, not
expelling it out. I made a mental note to think up of some throat exercises
for the boy to do later. He was already sometimes sleeping with my dick in
his mouth, but maybe something more was needed. A cock-gag, perhaps, that
was long enough to be lodged deep in his gullet all the time, or at least
while he was asleep or doing chores around the house. And probably not one
with a hole to breathe through, because *my* cock certainly didn't have
one, did it?

I snapped out of my musings and looked down to see that Jimmy's eyes had
glazed over and that he was growing sort of blue in the face. Cursing, I
yanked his head off my cock. I had lost track of time; the boy must have
been down there for over two minutes. I shook his head and slapped him
lightly on the cheeks until his eyes started to flutter and his lungs took
a deep shuddering gasp. I held his head up as he heaved and coughed until
his breathing started to become regular again.

I tipped his head up so that he was looking at me and showed him my
displeasure. "That was your fault, boy," I told him. "Take a deeper breath
next time or I swear to god I will beat the crap out of you."

Then, with one hand on his head and the other around his throat, I shoved
his face onto my cock a third time.

This time I concentrated on the feelings as the boy's throat enveloped my
cock as if it was the perfect sheathe for it. I must say that, once he got
over the initial surprise, Jimmy was one hell of a cockswallower. Have you
ever had your cock massaged and swallowed again and again? Not a slow,
gradual swallowing but frantic gulps that seemed to pull your cock
furiously deeper and deeper into a boy's tummy? It took a lot of patience
on my part to train him this well, but it's really worth it in the end.
Even I could not suppress a moan as the fifth and sixth inches of my
drooling manhood sank deliciously into that tight, warm, wet hole. My hand
- the one around Jimmy's throat - could feel his adam's apple bobbing
furiously and the shape and hardness of my own cock as it bulged against
the boy's slim white neck. I stroked my hand up and down the soft skin,
practically jerking myself off in his throat.

I let my cock steep in that steamy hole for about forty seconds before
pulling back out (or rather pushing Jimmy's head off). The boy seemed to be
able to breathe more easily around my shaft now, and was cleverly using his
nose, too. Just because he was a worthless piece of fuckmeat didn't mean he
should be completely stupid. Then I drove my dick into him again, sinking
seven inches of my nine-and-a-half incher into his esophagus, feeling his
throat expanding impossibly under my fingers. This time, instead of letting
my cock rest in his hole, I pulled out immediately and then began to repeat
the whole process. Each time, my cock sank smoothly into his mouth, three
inches of which plunged directly and almost effortlessly into his
neck. Each time I long-dicked the slutboy, my fingers could feel his throat
expanding to accept me, the way you'd feel your cock lengthening in your
underwear if you pressed your hand to it.

A few strokes in, I felt the slight, tell-tale stiffening in Jimmy's
muscles as the boy voluntarily skewered his face onto the last
two-and-a-half inches of my Daddy cock. I smiled as the slut's pretty lips
were mashed into my coarse pubes. I knew it was coming, of course. That was
the only reason I hadn't shoved my cock completely in before. I knew he
could never resist taking more of me. The boy was addicted to me, to my
cock, to my power over him, even if he sometimes acted as if he resented
it. His throat was working overtime on my shaft, kneading and teasing it to
feed him, to give him what he craved.

Usually, I could've fucked that tight warm throat for ages, keeping Jimmy
constantly in a state of semi-asphyxiation which also doubled my own
pleasure. But I'd been waiting for him to come home for hours now while
imagining the wicked things his fuck-buddies were doing to him at
school. And now his throat was milking me for all it's worth. When I pulled
out and then again buried my nine inches to the hilt in the fluttering
tunnel, I exploded. I was cumming so hard, it was like the cum was being
ripped out of me. Two, three, five, seven volleys jetted out of me, leaving
a sucking sensation that seemed to draw out even more of my seed - eight,
ten, eleven. Jimmy didn't even have to swallow, as the cum were flying down
straight into his tummy. I could almost hear the splashes as my babies
splattered into his pool of stomach acids.  Faintly I could hear myself
groaning with the intensity of my orgasm.

Only when I was finished did I pull Jimmy's face off my cock. He retched
and coughed loudly, causing some of my cum to come out of his nose. I
swiped at it with my fingers and fed the slime back to him. The slut sucked
my fingers clean even amid all the heaving and gasping.

I sat back for a while to admire the sight of the cute, naked angel with
his red, panting face and his youthful, teenaged body that was made
perfectly for the use of boyhungry men like me. The boy's slim form and
angelic face looked perfect beside the monstrous, still hard outline of my
glistening dick. I had to chuckle as I saw the boy stealing glances at the
massive, twitching rod. He just couldn't get enough of it, could he?

* * *

"Well, don't just sit there gaping," Harry said to me. "It's time for your
daily report. Don't leave anything out, I want to know everything."

I stifled a sigh as I stood up and retreated away from him somewhat. My
nostrils stung and I could still feel some of his cum stuck deep inside. My
throat ached after the workout and felt kind of thicker than usual. It was
probably an illusion, but it sure felt real for a while. My stomach rumbled
slightly as it began to digest my step-dad's semen - it looked as if that
was all the lunch that I would get that day.

I looked at Harry expressionlessly and began my report.

It took the whole of that afternoon to finish, as he had me repeat every
word verbatim and even re-enact certain things. When I told him of my rape
in the toilet, I had to bend over the coffee table in the living room to
show him how Mark and Jonny bent me over the toilet bowl. When I told him
of how the soccer team held me face-down on a bench in the lockerroom while
they took turns raping me, I had to do the same thing on the coffee table
to show exactly how. He was pissed off that the table was too wide to show
how my legs hung down the sides of the bench and took it out on me. He also
asked me how I moaned, and made me repeat them over and over until he was
satisfied that I was telling him the truth and not just making up new
moans.

If that wasn't humiliating enough, I also had to show my step-father how my
body moved while the boys were fucking me, and the expressions on my face
during the fucks. As a result, I was virtually humping either empty air or
the glass surface of the table as a demonstration. As Harry knew would
happen, all of these made me hard very quickly and despite myself, I came
while showing him how Bobby was jackhammering into me while the other boys
cheered him on - just as I did when it was happening for real at school -
my cum splattering onto the glass table as my fourth orgasm of the day hit
me. I wanted to lose myself in the afterglow but there was to be no rest
for me. Bobby was not the last person to use me so I had to keep humping as
I showed my step-dad how the remaining three boys took their second
helpings.

"Well, that's enough playing around, then," My step-father told me after I
had licked the coffee table clean of my cum. "Don't you have any schoolwork
to do?"

I nodded slowly, too exhausted to say anything.

"Go get your books, then. You can do your homework at the kitchen table
while I fix you your lunch. Now."

I tottered away to get my bag from near the front door, where all of my
clothes lay strewn and forgotten. It was strange how nakedness no longer
bothered me as much - all human decency must've been fucked out of me by
now, leaving only an empty husk of a boy with two holes for breeding, as
Harry would've put it.

My step-dad was nowhere to be seen as I started to get my books out and
place them on the kitchen table. I had an essay to write and the report on
a scientific experiment to finish. I decided that I would start on the
essay first. In truth, all I wanted to do was close my eyes and lie down,
but disobeying Harry had never been an option.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" My step-father said angrily from behind
me, making me twist around in fear and confusion. "The fifth rule? You know
you're never supposed to sit down anywhere in the house without something
up your pussy! Here, place this on the seat and *then* sit down."

I caught the big object he threw at me with a sinking feeling. It was the
large black buttplug I was so familiar with - the third one in a series of
black plugs with which he'd made my life miserable. Each one was bigger
than the last - any time I began to become comfortable with one, he'd get
me a bigger one to push my hole further. A few weeks ago I'd have cried and
bawled if I tried to take this one in, but now I could actually manage it -
albeit not without effort and a few drops of silent tears. I rose to my
feet and placed the buttplug in the center of the seat. As Harry looked on,
I began to lower myself onto it.

It felt like someone was reaching both hands into my boycunt and steadily
prying my pussylips apart inch by agonizing inch. My half-bent knees began
to tremble and I began to whimper involuntarily. For a long while, the
sensation of that huge log sliding ever-so-slowly into me dominated the
whole of my existence, and I had to focus all of my concentration towards
pushing myself further and further onto the monster. I knew that Harry
didn't like it if I kept pausing for breath, so I was pushing myself down
almost in a crazed state, wishing and wishing that I was almost done until
I was moaning outloud for mercy when it seemed that there was always
another inch to go.

"Stop!" Harry said suddenly. And I did, my whole body trembling with the
strain. It felt as if I had stopped right as I reached the thickest spot.

"Which homework did you have?"

"Essay. For English, Sir," I croaked very unsteadily.

"Ok. You can start doing it now."

I couldn't help but to let out another small whimper. There was no way that
I could maintain this position for any length of time. I reached down with
my left hand and tentatively placed it down on the chair and waited. I
didn't dare push myself even slightly off the plug. When my step-dad didn't
say anything, I transferred part of my weight from my knees to my left
hand. It didn't help much, but at least it was better.  Then I began to
work on my assignments.

If anyone had seen me then, they would've thought that I was trying to shit
while being constipated - which wouldn't have been too far from the truth,
anyway. My body and limbs continued to tremble at the strain, and the words
I wrote were largely uneven and misshapen, as if they were being written by
someone who'd just learned to write. There was no doubt that I was going to
get more stick from Mrs Lee for that.  Within minutes, the torture on my
asslips had become unbearable. Harry had gone to the kitchen cabinet to get
some bread out and was putting a few in the toaster. He glanced at me often
but otherwise ignored my occasional whimpers, the sudden sharp exhalations
as I released tortured, pent-up breaths, and the begging, submissive looks
I threw at him as my silent pleas for mercy. Once, he came over to me, but
only to make sure that the plug was buried as deeply in me as before.

As more minutes passed, the agony grew so much that I began to bang my head
on the table just to keep my mind off it. My pen became not so much a
writing instrument as a gripping stick, and often I'd let it fall without
realizing it. My essay was stuck at the end of the third paragraph. There
was no way that I could continue like this.

"Oh god. Daddy, please," I whimpered. There was no need to fake my
submission. Being relieved of this agony was the only thing in my mind.

Harry turned and raised an eyebrow at me.

"Please, Sir. I can't take it anymore," I begged him. "It hurts so much,
Daddy."

Harry cocked his head at me. "Is *that* all??"

Tears started to come down my cheeks and I began to sob quietly. My essay
lay abandoned as I used both my hands to keep my body agonizingly poised on
the buttplug.  My head was bowed.

"Please, Daddy. Please..." It was all I could manage to say.

After a few seconds I felt a touch on my chin. Daddy tipped my head back so
that I was looking up at him through my teary eyes. I gazed at him and put
all my heart in the silent plea.

"Oh well," he said after seeming to consider it for a while. "I guess we
can do this exercise some other time. Besides, your English teacher doesn't
know how to properly punish a boy, so you might as well finish that essay
now."

I knew what my Daddy meant. Mrs Lee would just give me more essays to write
as a punishment for not finishing this one. Unlike Mr Conrad or Mr Rogers
who prefered to administer a spanking or.. or worse. Thinking of Mr Conrad
made me recall what he said when I finally made my way to Maths earlier
this morning. "I don't have time to deal with you right now, young man,"
he'd said with venom in his voice. "Go stand in the corner. But be assured
that you will get the punishment you deserve soon." Monday was not going to
be very pleasant.

I came back to the present to realize that my step-father had lain both of
his hands on my slim shoulders and was kneading them gently. "There,
there," he said.

And then he tightened his grip and pushed me down hard, causing the
buttplug to slam completely into me.

I cried out like an animal caught in a painful trap, my hands shooting
upwards to grip Harry's wrists as my back arched in pain. I felt as if my
boycunt had ripped, but I also realized that the pain was starting to
subside. The buttplug's 'neck' was only about half as thick as its thickest
part, and my anus was closing over that portion gratefully. And to think
that a few months ago, the biggest buttplug I could take was only about the
same thickness as this one's neck.

I opened my eyes to find my step-dad's face very close over mine. "You're
so pretty, do you know that?" He said, and began to lick my face. He
started just at the corner of my mouth and laved his tongue up my cheek
right until my forehead, ignoring my hard breathing. Then he did the same
with the other side of my face. As I continued to pant, he brought his lips
to mine, enclosed my mouth completely with his and began to thrust his
tongue deeply into mine. His tongue forced its way in me, wiggling all over
the insides of my oral cavity, raping me. I realized that I was still
gripping his wrists and let go.

Harry continued the assault for a few more seconds before finally releasing
me. "Well, no more excuses," he said as he left the table. "Get on with it,
then."

As I resumed working on my essay - my ass was aching the way your head
would sometimes ache on a hot day, but it was far more bearable now - I saw
out of the corner of my eyes my step-dad checking the toasts before taking
them out of the toaster. He took two pieces and sat down by the kitchen
counter to spread some jam on it. I focused my attention back to my essay,
but then Harry was approaching the table with the toasts on a plate. I was
hungry and eyed the toasts immedately. I saw that one pair had the
strawberry jam but the other was plain. Harry sat on the chair next to
mine.

"That one's mine," he said as he indicated the one with the jam. "This
one's yours," he continued as he brought his left hand up. I saw that he
was holding a cup in his hand. It was the cup from yesterday. My heart
sank.

"That's right. This tasty, nutritious, refrigerated cum is just what a
growing boy like you needs."

Now I knew why he wanted me to shoot my cum into the cup last
night. Twice. Harry also contributed a load of his own in the cup.

Despite everything that's happened in the day, this latest humiliation
brought my almost non-existent sense of self-worth one notch lower. I
dropped my gaze and felt the tears starting to flow again. My heart felt as
if it's broken to pieces.

In tears, I resumed working on my essay, although I had very little idea of
what I was writing. I could sense my step-father dipping the butter knife
into the cup and using it to spread the frozen cum onto the toasts. He was
doing it deliberately, carefully coating each piece of bread with the
horrible paste.

"Here, boy. Take a bite. I know you're hungry."

I looked up to see my step-father holding one of the cum-covered toasts in
front of my face. The smell of manseed was overpowering, and the sight of
the thickened, gooey, clearish-white spread made my guts twist.

"Go on. Take a good healthy bite of this tasty toast!" Harry urged me
cheerfully.

Sniffling, I opened my mouth wide and moved my head slowly towards the
toast.

Harry drew it away. "Ah-ah-ah. You're forgetting something again. Didn't I
teach you about saying your prayers at the dinner table?"

The tears flowed more freely now and I started to sob as I clasped my hands
and said the requisite prayers. I didn't feel thankful at all. All I felt
were despair and hopelessness.

"Good. Now take a big bite." My step-dad grinned at me.

This time Harry didn't pull his hand away as I sank my teeth into one
corner of the cum-coated toast. My eyes were fixed on him, and for a second
I could not prevent my hatred from showing through. His grin grew
broader. Was that because of what he saw on my face? As I broke off a piece
of the toast in my mouth, I could feel a little of the spread sticking to
my teeth. My tongue automatically licked it off them before I could stop
it. Oh my. Harry looked as if he was about to have an orgasm.

The taste was awful. Despite having swallowed gallons of it by now, I could
never grow to like the taste of cum. And refrigerated cum tasted even
worse. I gagged twice before I saw the dangerous look on my step-dad's face
and from then on tried my best to suppress my revulsion. I had to chew for
a long time as I waited until my throat was relaxed enough to accept the
horrible food. Harry nodded towards the toast, urging me to take another
bite. I blanked out the sensation of the toast sliding slowly down my
esophagus and sank my teeth into the next mouthful.

* * *

The boy was turning me on so much that all I wanted to do was fling the
plate off the table, slam the boy face-down on it instead and give him the
hardest beating or fucking of his life. My cock had jerked violently when
he gave me that hateful look of his, and then it had pulsed and vomited a
huge blob of prefuck when he licked that stray cum from his teeth. I
wondered if he knew that everything he did only spurred men like me to want
to use him even more. Not that it'd make a difference. The 'fucksluttiness'
was hard-wired into him, probably since birth. Despite her numerous
failings, my ex-wife deserved an award for bringing such a creature into
this world.

I fed him the cum-slathered toast until he finished it. The play of
emotions on his young face as he strove earnestly to hold down each
mouthful was fascinating. Despair, concentration, revulsion and resignation
warred in him with every chewing motion and only intensified as he
struggled to swallow.

When he was finished, I pushed the plate closer to him and indicated the
other cum- coated toast. "Make sure you finish your lunch!" I told
him. Then I took my strawberry jam toasts from the plate and left him to
his homework. For a while I simply sat at the kitchen counter looking at
him as he worked on his essay. He ignored the remaining toast for about ten
minutes. He must've begun to feel my eyes on him for he glanced up at me
and something like fear crossed his face as he saw my expression. He
reached tentatively for the toast, brought it to his lips and took a
bite. I grinned.

I left the boy to his own devices and went to the living room to watch some
tv. Well, *you* might've thought that my life with Jimmy would be all about
sex, sex, sex. But I had to be pragmatic. After all, I didn't want Jimmy to
get kicked out of school.  Otherwise, who'd be there to provide for me once
I grew old and grey? Besides, there was a far more important and immediate
reason. If Jimmy got kicked out, how were his friends and teachers gonna
continue to abuse him? Jimmy was at that stage in his life where constant
sex was the best thing for him, and despite my veritable prowess, even I
would be hard pressed to give him what he needed 24-hours a day!

It was late evening and I had sort of dozed off on the couch when I heard
the boy calling faintly from the kitchen.

"Daddy? Daddy, Sir? I'm done, Sir."

I stood up groggily and made my way to the kitchen. "Good. You can go and
take a shower now. Leave the plug, though."

I watched with amusement as the boy struggled to lift himself off the huge
buttplug.  He'd hooked both his thumbs onto the base of the plug for
leverage, but he was still having a hard time. His hole must've closed up
again. I could still recall clearly when I'd used the plug to fuck him a
few days ago. We'd been working on it for several hours and his boycunt had
loosened up real good. Watching the whole of his backside get distorted and
disfigured as the thickest part of the plug pumped in and out of him was
amazing.

Finally, the boy managed to free himself. He gathered his books and placed
them in his school bag before starting for the stairs.

"Wait, boy," I called out. He paused and turned around to face me again. I
brought the cummy cup up and pretended to look carefully inside it.
"There's still some 'jam' in here. I think you should finish it up, get all
your nutritions for the day."

I dipped two fingers in the cup and used them to collect all of the
remaining semen.  It felt slimy and cold on my fingers, and there was a
healthy blob of it, too. Then I shoved my fingers in front of Jimmy's
nose. He looked so sorry as he opened his mouth, leaned forward and brought
his lips around my fingers. He sucked on them obediently and used his
tongue to make sure he got all of the thick slime before withdrawing.

"Thank you, Daddy," he said automatically.

I looked down at the boy and smiled.