Date: Tue, 22 Feb 2005 19:35:52 -0800 (PST)
From: chuck h <unkle_c@yahoo.com>
Subject: Michaels Story pt. 1

Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to
read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This
story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys. And
is for adult eyes only! The acts are consensual and are a result of their
love or lust for one another. This story is completely fiction, all
descriptions, and names are also made up, any similarities are truly just
that, purely similarities. In addition, this story also contains
fighting, rough sex, and w/s between teenage boys, if this bothers you,
then please do not read any further! I would love to hear from you, so
negative as well as positive feedback is always welcome! Please write:
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This story was inspired by a dear friend!

It is through his undying praise, his ability to bring me up when I'm
down, his incredible sense of humor, and his kind heart, that I have
grown to believe in friends once again!

So it is to him that I dedicate this story!

Luv ya, Mark Wild!

Chaz



"Michael's Story" pt.1 of 5

Looking back now, I'm not sure when it all began.

I suppose the death of Michael's mom marked the beginning stages of his
outbursts.

I say this not because I'm searching for a person other than my self to
blame, I say this because before her death, Michael and I were a normal
father and son.

Maggie and I had always hoped for a large family, but after being married
for three years, and still not blessed with children, we each decided to
book appointments with our individual doctors.

A month or so later, after all the tests were in, Maggie got the results,
we were informed of the disappointing news. Unfortunately, Maggie would
not be able to bear children.

We prayed and prayed for several months, and was even willing to deal
with the devil himself, for just one child.

Several months of praying and shortly after selling ourselves to the
devil, Maggie became pregnant. Michael was born on my twenty first
birthday.

Both sets of our parents were against us getting married.

Maggie and I had both recently just turned nineteen, when we eloped.

It was June, and we each had just finished our first year at college. But
looking ahead, graduation seemed a long ways off, and we decided not to
wait.

After dating off and on throughout our middle and highschool years,
getting married younger than most, well...... it just seemed the right
thing to do.

I knew that Maggie loved me with all her heart, and I loved her.

The problem was, I didn't love her as much as I should have.

The truth being, at sixteen, I began questioning my sexuality. What I
discovered about my self..... scared the hell out of me!

I was very good friends with Austin Clayborne. The youngest son of our
State Senator.

It was on one of our many sleep overs that Austin.... being far more
sexually aggressive than I, as well as being a dominating bully to the
extreme, insisted I jack him off.

Now I admit to admiring Austin's well muscled body, and maybe I gazed at
it a few times too many, when I thought no one was looking, but the thing
is, I wasn't gay!

At least I never found my self being attracted to other boys at the time.
Sure I'd watch as Austin would punish another dude, and this often led
to the dude kissing Austin's boots or feet.....or in some cases.....even
the bulge of his crotch. I even watched him turnout one of our buds.

The dudes name was Dustin.....he called Dustin his little bitch. One day
after school, Austin felt the need to prove to us, that this indeed was
so.

Austin proved it by taking Dustin to the woods, then had Dustin fall to
his knees, and give him a blow-job, in front of us all.

That was the first time I had ever seen Austins huge dick in the flesh. I
guess I was more in awe of it than the others standing around watching. I
know....as they say.....that maybe ......that should have been my first
clue!

Once Austin noticed my fascination with his dick, as it slid in and out
of Dustin's mouth, he decided then and there .....that I too may someday
be his little bitch!

Anyway, the point is, after being persuaded by Austin to give him head
several times, over the course of three years, and even though it wasn't
something I particularly enjoyed doing, I obviously began questioning my
sexuality.

It was another good friend of mine named Jordan, that eventually saved me
from Austin.

It was then, I felt the need to prove not only to Jordan, but to myself
as well, that I wasn't a fag, and that I only gave head to Austin,
because I had no other option at the time.

However, had I only known, that by submitting to his demand that first
night, and jacking him off as I did, it would lead to far more
humiliating sexual acts with him, and being totally controlled by him, I
may have tried fighting it..... a little more than I did!

After Jordan helped save me from Austin, by Jordan and I blackmailing
him, I thought it wise to ask my on again, off again girlfriend, Maggie,
to go back out with me, hoping this would prove to Jordan, that I really
was ....truly straight.

Maggie and I continued dating through High School. However, although I
may have convinced my friend Jordan I was straight, I myself, still had
some scary doubts!

Another thing was, after Jordan and I blackmailed Austin into leaving us
alone, he tried on many occasions to score with Maggie. Sure, I knew it
wasn't because he wanted her as his girlfriend, he just wanted to fuck
her senseless while she was dating me, that was his way of tormenting me
mentally, without physically doing so.

Now where was I? Oh ya..... so that was my main reason for wanting to get
married so young, and also for wanting a large family.

Maggie's reason? She was in love, for real! I figured I must have won
her heart at an early age, and there was no way, she was going through
life without me.

After we eloped, we promised our parents we'd definitely finish college,
before starting a family.

We didn't even come close to keeping our promise, we began trying for a
child just a few months after we married. However, as fate would have it,
Michael didn't come along until just a few months before graduation,
convincing our parents we gave it our best shot at keeping our promise.

Of course we called him our miracle child, we loved him more than life
itself. Needless to say we spoiled him.

Now at the age of sixteen, and no mom around to help me supervise him,
Michael had began running wild, hanging out with the Clayborne twins,
Luke and Brock. NO, not the sons of Austin, he was still unmarried, Luke
and Brock were the twin sons of Casey, a twin himself, he and Cameron
were the two oldest Clayborne boys.

After getting into several fights at school, and hanging out at the local
pool hall, my father, Michael's grandfather, who just happened to be the
town sheriff, let it be known to me, that he was receiving many
complaints from parents that Michael, and the Clayborne twins, were
beating up their children, and frightening them to the point where these
children were afraid to attend school.

This of course brought back many memories of when Austin and I were
friends and the many kids he bullied and frightened.

I for one, never liked any of the Clayborne clan, mostly because they
were all bullies, and they got away with far too much crap.

Now a whole new generation of Clayborne twins were running around town.
Both Casey and Cameron had sets of twin boys, and since Case and Cam
decided to settle their families on and near the Clayborne Ranch, the
town was being over run buy Clayborne brats. All around my son Michael's
age.

I promised my father that I would sit down with Michael, and insist he
refrain from hanging around the twins, and for each time he got into a
fight at or near the school, he would be grounded for a week.

I couldn't help but wonder how Maggie would have wanted us to handle
this, but I strongly felt...... that as much as I loved my son, I had to
be tough with him. AND the fact that he was spending so much time with
the Clayborne brats .......really angered me.

As the branch manager of the local bank, and in position to be their
youngest vice president ever, and my father being the town sheriff, I
felt that I needed to uphold our family name and responsibility to the
people of this fine town, unlike Senator Mark Clayborne, who allowed his
children and now his grandchildren, to run wild, and bully everyone
living here.

It was close to nine pm, when Michael came through the doors of our
modest little ranch, and quickly ran up to his room, without even so much
as a nod.

I shook my head as I decided to give him a few moments to see if he'd
come back down. A half hour later, I sadly made my way up stairs,
thinking how distant we had become since his mom passed away. Now at
sixteen years old, he comes home without seeing me all day, and not even
a `hello dad....how's it going' ....... from my only child.

I tapped lightly on his door, more out of respect for his privacy than to
warn him that his dad was invading his turf.

When he didn't respond, I walked in.

Michael was laying on his bed, practically nude with the exception of a
tight pair of skimpy briefs. His legs spread out, his head raised up by
the pillows.

He wasn't even shy with his appearance, or the fact that he had a
monster hard-on.

For some reason I seemed to have noticed his body for the first time in
maybe several years. I was totally amazed at how buff my teenage son was
now, and that soon he'd be a man himself. I knew he had been working
out, and that playing football would help keep his muscles toned, but I
had no idea just how muscular my son had become.

Without saying a word, I continued taking in his incredible young body,
and subconsciously allowed my eyes to rest on his massive basket.

It was a smirkish kind of yelling.... coming from Michael, that brought
me back to reality. "WHAT?........ WHY YOU STANDING THERE GAZING AT MY
CROTCH, CONNER?"

I looked up at what appeared to be a disgusted Michael, a smirk spread
across his handsome face. "Ooooh aaaahh sorry son! I came up here,
because I think we need to have a father, son talk, and aaaahhhh,
well....the thing is.....aaaaahh..."

"Spit it out Conner, why you in my room? You know this is off limits to
you! I hope at my age, you're not here to tell me about the birds and
the bees, you're a few years too late for that....FATHER! But if I'm
not mistaking.....that's drool slipping out from the corners of your
mouth.....so I guess it's safe to assume .......that you're enjoying
the view....am I right?......COME ON CONNER....AM I RIGHT OR WHAT?"

That's another thing that bothered me lately, for some odd reason since
he turned sixteen....he no longer calls me dad.....now he calls me by my
first name.

Michael's comments shocked me, I never expected to hear such words
coming from my son, even though I was apparently doing exactly as he
claimed. "Easy there Michael, whatever you may think of me, and whatever
your problem is lately, I'm still your father.......and I believe that
title alone should grant me a little more respect........than what
you're currently showing!"

The rage within Michael's eyes as he jumped of his bed, and now stood
before me, actually frightened me a little. I had never seen this side of
my son before, and found myself confronting my demons....as I stood there
face to face with Austin some nineteen years ago.

My smaller slim body at 5'9" and weighing in at 140 pounds, was obviously
no match against my son's 5'10" frame, packed solidly with 159 pounds of
hard muscle.

A haunting memory was revived, as I stared into his angry dominating
eyes. The evil smirk spread widely across his young handsome face, as he
obviously felt the fear generating from my body, only reminded me even
more, of the nightmare I'd been fighting .......for so many years now!

The fear I was currently feeling, was not of my son...... as much as it
was of a memory flash back from nearly nineteen years ago.

However, for some strange reason, the evil facial expression, and the
mean growl were the same now, as they were back then, he even had
Austins' facial expressions. Therefore, the fear rushing through my body
was the same as well.

What made matters worse, is that the amount of fear spreading through my
body, only multiplied, as he stood there facing me, and began yelling.
"Respect??? You want me to show you some respect??? YOU'RE FUCKING
JOKING RIGHT? What about the lack of respect you showed my mom? You
didn't even love her, she knew that....and I knew that, man.....you
didn't even respect her, never mind love her! You never even tried
hiding the fact that you didn't love her, you were so blatantly arrogant
when it came to her happiness. Maybe if you did care ......even a little
for her, and showed her some respect, she wouldn't have killed herself!
So fuck you, fuck your respect, and fuck your love for me, cause I
certainly don't have no love for you. Now you enter my room without
being invited, and you stare at my fucking hard-on......so I guess the
puzzle is coming together, once and for all...huh? You didn't love my
mom, cause you're a faggot, you're a fuckin homo, ain't ya? Yeah, now
the puzzle fits just fine, huh? Fuck, man....you're even queer for your
sixteen year old sons cock.....it's true isn't it? Admit it....you
queer fuck! Come-on....let me hear you say that you're a faggot, and you
wanna give your son a fucking blow job! SAY IT.....or I'll beat the shit
out of you!"

I was thrown into another state of shock, halfway through my son's
powerful accusations.

I stood there speechless, not believing the words entering my ears. I
couldn't move, nor speak, nor even blink my eyes.

It wasn't until I felt my gut explode from one hell of a gut punch, that
I came to my senses. I doubled over in immense pain, my hands clutching
my stomach, my mouth ajar, my eyes half closed, as I gazed up at my
sixteen year old well built son, grinning the same evil grin, the very
same smirk, even the same face, as nineteen years ago, three whole years
before my precious son Michael was even born.

Yet there he stood, nearly naked, with only a skimpy pair of white briefs
on, and a tight basket filled to the max of prime teenage beef, with
those same thick thighs, and that awesome bubble butt, that same
dominating grin, that same powerfully aggressive, attitude, there
standing over me, was young Austin Clayborne all over again.

As I gazed up at Michael, I pleaded with him through my eyes, not to be
this way. His eyes answered my plea, when he grabbed a fistful of my hair
and began slapping me in the face with such force....it sent me sprawling
to the soft plush carpet beneath me.

He slowly straddled my chest, and inched his butt all the way up.... till
his young thick package was nearly resting on my chin. "There you go
queer daddy, take a good look, it looks like even at my age....I'm way
more MAN.... than you ever were....huh? Go ahead, sniff my man size
balls, yeeeeaaah....get a good wiff of what you're gonna be cleaning
with your queer tongue before this day is over. Yep old man....I see some
major changes within this old house...starting right now!"

With Michael's thick thighs pressed against the sides of my head, and
the outline of his balls behind the prison walls of his tight, white
skimpy briefs, now completely covering my mouth, and with my nose buried
deep into the soft cotton material, I was overcome with the very same
pungent aroma..... which stemmed from Austin's briefs, many years ago.



I closed my eyes as my nostrils took in that manly fragrance, and allowed
my mind to drift back to that very first night when Austin demanded I
kiss the huge head of his dick, and thus began two full years of serving
my young friend Austin.

I was rudely brought back to earth, when my son Michael, slapped me once
again, only this time it wasn't with his out stretched hand, but by his
very well endowed cock. "Don't go to sleep on me old man....not till you
hear all the new house rules, and show my dick the respect you never
showed my mom. Rule #1.... I am the Master of the house from this moment
on. And you old man? You're my servant, in more ways than one! Rule
#2.... I am now in charge of all the money that comes in and leaves this
house! Rule #3..... you will treat all my friends with the kind of
respect they would receive from any decent servant!

Rule # 4.....I expect to start every morning with a blow-job, now grant
it...... there will be days when I'll prefer to sleep later than others,
but I'll be sure to give you a call at work, you then had better drop
every thing ....and rush home to take care of your duties, or else! Rule
#5.......you'll be expected to keep my new room cleaned....as well as
the bathroom. My new room of course being the Master bedroom......the
same one you'll be moving out of today! That's it for now....but that
isn't to say I wont be adding to these rules as time goes on.....you got
ALL this down..... my faggo daddio?"

It seemed just as one shock wore off, another began. "Son? You seriously
can't really expect me to turn this house and all the money over to
you...you're only sixteen....and there are soooo many financial
responsibilities to take care of here, you don't want us living out on
the street do you?"

Michael sat back away from my face, and just as I thought he would be
letting me up, I felt the first blow from his fist on my right jaw, and
in less than a second, the second blow connected to my left jaw.
"Apparently you don't have any respect for me either.....and the only
difference between me and mom....is that I have no problem beating
you.....till you learn to respect me! I will take care of all the
financial obligations concerning this house and the bills....as well as
the huge increase in my allowance....and if there is no money left over
to cover emergencies.....well then ....you'll just have to take a
part-time job......the only question is..... do you have a problem with
anything I've just said.....cause if you do....I can correct that
problem right now!"

I wanted so bad to rub my jaw, and the tears running down my cheek from
the brute force of his punches, but with my arms pinned beneath
Michael's legs, I was helpless to do anything.

As I watched my son tighten his fists again...I quickly accepted all the
rules......for the time being....OR so I thought. "OK son, I'll obey all
the new rules, I promise.....so there's no need to ever hit me
again......understood?"

Looking up into my son's face and seeing that smirk of his, I realized
it may take some doing to get back the control of the house....not to
mention the control of my precious son. I had no option but to give into
his demands.

Michael grinned down at me. " you don't understand do you old man? I am
the Master of this house NOW......and I will punish my servant, when he
disobeys any of the rules...or attempts to change them...so don't tell
me....there's no need to ever hit you again......cause I will do so.....
when a situation calls for it.....and with that in mind....of course
you'll obey ALL the rules, including servicing me, when I demand you
to......RIGHT?"

I nodded my head.... "yes son, I will obey the rules!"

As I laid beneath the muscular weight of my son, I just couldn't for the
life of me understand why there was so much resemblance between he and
Austin. It just had to be....the amount of time he was spending these
days with those damn Clayborne twins.

Michael then did something that scared the hell out of me! Grabbing the
back of my head by the hair, he lifted it up off the pillow and forced my
face into his nut-sack. "Start cleaning my balls old man, lick em good, I
wanna feel that tongue at work. Ooooh ya.....another thing....from this
day on, you will refer to me as Sir.....and just a reminder.....the first
time you disobey one of my commands....or even question it.....I will
punish you severely, those punches you received will seem like love
taps.....so for your sake...don't fuck up....ok? Now get to work washin
my nads, you freakin homo!"

I was about to plead with my son, not to make me serve him
sexually......but after hearing his latest reminder....I decided it would
be better if I just went along....for the time being, besides it
wouldn't be the first time I sexually serviced another male.

I obeyed Michael's demand and began lapping away at his enormous
ball-sac, he obviously had worked out earlier, and hadn't showered yet,
because the first flavor to enhance my taste buds, was what appeared to
be.... salt from his sweat. I glanced up into his eyes, and once again
encountered a huge smirk. "Yeah.....I guess I called it right....didn't
I? You've done this before! Actually.....you're licking my
nuts.....like a fuckin pro....so you've not only done this
before.....but you've done it a few times....huh?"

I didn't bother answering, but I guess by not answering, I was actually
admitting that he was right. I closed my eyes, so that I wouldn't have
to see that evil grin, planted on my son's face....the same evil grin I
saw on Austin's fourteen year old face each and every time I was ordered
to service his needs..... nineteen years ago.

The sad part is, I was now beginning to believe....I actually liked it
back then, much more..... than I ever allowed my self to admit. I only
wished this wasn't my son on top of me.

The next words from Michael, quickly brought home the reality of the
situation. "OK old man, time to BLOW ME! But first....kiss it, right on
my piss slit, Yeah...use lots of tongue.....and eat that little dab of
pre-cum too, then tell me in your own words...... how awesome it tastes!"

With Michael holding his thick seven inch cock, so that the head of it
was pressed against my lips, and remembering what he said about punishing
me if I disobeyed, I quickly, if not eagerly, lapped up the dab of
pre-cum, and swallowed it. There was hardly any taste to it....not even a
little salty as I vaguely remembered Austin's tasting. I was then
startled by my son's loud scream. "Woohoooooo .........So how'd it
taste fag? You fuckin liked it didn't ya? Yeeeaaah ....now before you
start suckin my dick....look over there at my puter and smile. Oooh ya
old man, that was kinda like signing a contract....now you're
OOOFFICIALLY my fuckin servent....cocksucker! Now you may
continue....yeah, kiss my dick......then BLOW ME ......old man!"

I obviously was shooken up..... to say the least, how could my precious
son betray me so wickedly. I love him more than life itself, and here he
was thrashing me, bashing me, and using me like I was some ten cent
hooker he picked up on the corner, and with no more respect. "Why son?
Please just tell me why....why do you insist on hurting me like
this....what have I done to you, to deserve this? I love you soooo damn
much!"

Michael didn't waste anytime explaining his motives. "WHY? WHY?????? You
stupid fuck...you still don't get it...do you? You fuckin killed my
mom....maybe you didn't outright murder her....but you fuckin killed her
all right....you broke her heart and laughed about it till her poor mind
couldn't bare it any more! And now...old man? It's time to pay, and I
intend on humiliating you, dominating you, and breaking you....till
you're just a mere puppet on a string.....my puppet!...now blow me!"

I had no idea that my son had blamed me for his mothers death, was it my
fault? I guess in a way it may have been. I didn't love her the way she
loved me, I had known that from the very beginning. I realized a couple
of years after we were married, that I only agreed to marry her..... to
cover up all those nasty rumors about me being a fag. But...I gave her
everything she wanted, and tried to make it up to her for my lack of
love....I guess what I gave her wasn't anything even remotely close to
what she really wanted. I guess it was wicked selfish of me to use her to
cover up the truth......but had I known it would eventually take her
life....I wouldn't have married her, that's the truth.

Again my thoughts were interrupted by Michael yanking on my hair. "I said
....BLOW ME....NOW!"

I opened my mouth and took the large head of his dick into it, I began
massaging it with my tongue, remembering the way my friend Austin had
liked it. Sticking the tip of my tongue into his piss-slit and wiggling
it around.

This obviously pleased my son...... just as much as it pleased Austin
.....way back then, as a soft moan escaped his young vocal cords, and
although I didn't have a clear vision of his face....I had no trouble
envisioning it in my mind, his head was tossed back, his eyes closed, and
his mouth slightly ajar. As the tip of my tongue did it's job very
well....almost as though it was only yesterday.

After several moments of bliss, my son began pumping my mouth. Just like
Austin.....Michael was in total control of the situation....deciding
rather quickly....that fucking a mouth was by far more intense than just
being sucked. I couldn't help but wonder if he'd been getting head
right along.

His actions were not those of someone receiving a blow-job for the first
time.

Then I remembered who he was hanging with these days...and I quickly made
up my mind that he had probably been getting head from the local nerds
and weaker dudes, for a couple of years now.....it wouldn't be in the
family blood if these new Clayborne twins weren't fucking the mouths of
their schoolmates on a regular basis, just as their father and uncles had
done not that very long ago!

I began choking, and gagging, tears were streaming down my cheeks, my
fists were pounding the mattress beneath me. Michael was brutal, not
allowing me time to get used to his thick cock. He gave his dick a quick
thrust when the passage way to my throat fought the invasion. Not
allowing me time to adjust to the entry. It hurt like hell, and his
constant powerful thrusting motions made it a lot worse than it needed to
be. Just like my friend Austin....Michael didn't care how much I was
suffering, he seemed to get off on it.....listening to me gag and choke,
and fight for my breath....only seemed to turn him on more. "Ooooh
ya.....choke on my dick faggo daddio....I love watching you fight for
your life....and your intense gagging feels awesome against my
dick........oooooh fuck......this feels so waaaay freakin
awesome......keep choking on my monster dick...you fuckin sad example of
a father!"

The thought entered my mind several times that maybe my son wanted to
actually kill me, by choking me to death on his cock, but I was entrapped
by his weight and strong legs pinning my arms down. Helpless to do
anything.... but pray.

Just as I felt I was going out.....Michael gave his mighty dick one last
powerful thrust and held it there. I felt it throbbing wildly, and though
I didn't taste it, I felt his thick gobs of boy-juice blasting it's way
down my throat.

His cum was so thick and so bountiful, I once again felt I would pass
out, I began choking on the amount, not able to swallow as quickly as it
was accumulating.

My son must have decided he wanted me to actually taste his awesome seed,
because once I began gagging on the overflow, he pulled his dick out,
till just the head remained inside my mouth.

I certainly got to taste it alright, my mouth nearly filled immediately,
and I tried my hardest to swallow as much and as fast as I could.

The taste was kind of sweet, very creamy, and even though everything up
till this point, reminded me so much of Austin....Michael's warm cum,
had it's own flavor, and I found myself savoring the taste. I loved
it.....and wanted it's projecting spurts to never end. The nearly
audible moans coming from Michael told me, he was enjoying this
immensely, but It wasn't long before the verbal abuse started up once
again. "EAT IT old man, oooooh yeeeaaah....eat it all, every friggin
drop.... you homo.....yeah, you're loving this aren't ya...... you been
wanting to slurp on my teen cum for a long while....huh? Well your long
wait is over faggot....you'll be gettin plenty from now on.....I can
promise you that. Now clean me off you disgusting piece of shit."

Of course I did as I was told, after all, wasn't my son the new master
of the house?

After Michael felt I had done a good enough job licking his cock-head
clean, he ordered me out of the room. "I have to make a phone call, so
get out and find something to do, but don't go far....I have another
duty for you to take care of!"

I stepped out of the room, and headed down stairs, but not before I
overheard part of his phone conversation. "Hey Brock.....man!....hope
you're sittin down, cause you're not gonna fuckin believe this......


To be continued!